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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2013 23:27:18 GMT
Thread Type: Combat/Discovery - Kill some Goblins, discover 'cooking' Characters: ElkeidStatus: Closed. Let the storm rage on He had drifted well outside of the safe zone, despite his better ideas and intentions. The young cleric used his staff like a walking stick as he made his way beyond, entering what seemed to be the marshlands of the old Europe they once knew. Blackcoat ruffled through his dark mane of hair for a moment as he paused, altogether unsure of where he was.
He flipped open the menu, wondering if there was a map or compass function he could use. He gave it a second before he gave up with a sigh. He didn't know how to actually maneuver in this menu - he barely knew how this game worked. Three days ago he had been trapped in this game, and up until now he had just stuck to town, trying to figure out how to maneuver around and some of the basics of the system - like walking, for instance. He had a touch of trouble with that and adapting the the lifelike qualities they were all thrust into, but it wasn't anything he could easily fix and adapt into his dreamlike waltz he often walked with.
No, what concerned Blackcoat the most was the quality of goods, so to speak. He had tried to create some food, only to find that... well, it all tasted like shit. No flavor whatsoever. It had gotten him so down in the dumps, in fact, that he now found himself wondering outside and around, somehow embraced by the natural world around him. Blackcoat eyed the ground before him, noting the thick quality to the grass and how the river he had been following before had splintered and branched like the pathway blood took, into little veins all about, fueling the wet nature of the marsh.
He paused once more, trying to get his bearings when a scent caught his nose. He adjusted his dark cloak that was over his touch of armor - a real shitty piece of beginner's plate, covering his chest - as he smelled... well, it could have burning meat. He wasn't quite sure. He gripped his staff tight as he tried to figure out where the scent was coming from. He kept up a cautious nature as he took a few steps deeper into the marsh, hesitant of what may come at him... given the fact he hadn't seen hide nor hair of another player or creature out here so far. The cold never bothered me anyways N O T E S: ... |
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"La vie est drôle."
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Post by Elkeid on Dec 17, 2013 2:14:21 GMT
Elkeid was hungry, but not so much that she would shovel tasteless food into her mouth. She would eat when absolutely necessary, but not for pleasure. 'Maybe after I have a little flat whiskey in my hands.' That was the only way she could force herself to eat, and even then it was hard; she had to drink the foul tasting liquor before that. If she was used to drinking cheap beer it would not be so bad, but Elkeid was a woman who lived for fruity and/or sour drinks. That was how she rolled, after all.
She had just finished up killing a group of Weak Goblin Scouts with Hirosame, and was now playing around with her interface. She had accumulated roughly fifteen AP so far, three of which she applied to her RP Subclass, Exorcist. It wouldn't cause her to level up the skill past level two, but it would slowly get there. 'I'll just have to train it, I guess. It can't be that hard.' She was about to distribute the rest of her points to apply them to her level up(s), when the smell of burning flesh reached her nostrils. Her stomach contracted painfully as it cried out for sustenance. 'Quiet, you,' she grumbled mentally to herself. It was difficult to ignore the smell, though. Unlike the food she smelled so far, this actually had some "flavor" to it. It was spiced - not much, mind you, but it was enough to make her stomach cry out for more. Did somebody in this god forsaken world now how to cook? Her stomach rumbled again. 'Well, it can't hurt to try, can it?'
The woman sniffed at the air, wishing she were one of those beast-men with their higher sense of smell. It would be much easier to track down the scent if she were a bloodhound. At any rate, the smell seemed to be coming strongest in one direction, so she followed it. 'I wonder how much people would pay for good food.' She would pay quite a bit if it meant she'd get to eat food with some flavoring, even if it was minimal. 'You could turn a real profit in this world by manipulating people's need for food.' Sadly, she lacked the chef skill. Brewer could still be put to good use, however. 'I could work with a cook to sell beverages, as soon as I get my skill level up.' And, had she picked a skill similar to her real life skill in interior design, she could have offered to design or construct a building for said chefs to work in and sell their wares. 'Coulda woulda shoulda,' she thought with some regret. It was far too late to worry about that now, though.
A few more minutes passed before she saw another person - the only one she'd seen since Hiro's departure - further up ahead. The man boasted short, black hair and plate armor. He happened to be following the same trail as she. 'It looks like I have some competition...or a partner in crime.' He could be a higher level than she was, not to mention better equipped. The two of them could jump and intimidate the cooking party into sharing their meal.
Elkeid advanced upon the man, taking a casual gait and allowing herself to make some minor noise so that she didn't startle him. As she grew near, she started to open her mouth to call out to him, but some rustling up ahead gave her pause. She pressed a finger to her lips, making the international sign for "be quiet." When she was close enough to the man to grab him, she ducked into a bush and waved at him to do the same. Hopefully he did the same, since a pair of Weak Goblin Scouts was coming their way.
The goblins chattered quietly to themselves as they passed by, both holding a dead rabbit in their skinny little arms. Elkeid strained her ears to eavesdrop on them. Their language was foreign and incomprehensible to her ears, but the sound did not stray too far. Either some poor fool was about to be jumped while they were in the middle of roasting a meal, or the goblins were bringing more meat to be cooked. A waft of roasted rabbit assailed her nostrils, prompting a low roar from her gut. 'Goblin cooked or not, it smells fxxking delicious.' It wouldn't be wise to just charge into their campfire, though. It was imperative that she - or they - found out the number of goblins involved. Elkeid glanced over at the man and asked him a single question.
"What would you do for a klondike bar scrap of decently cooked meat?" Words:792 Notes:Food, glorious food! Tags: @blackcoat |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 15:35:10 GMT
Let the storm rage on Blackcoat didn't have to go very far along his path. He had simply been stepping his way towards whatever it was he had smelled, getting a bearing with it. It was meat, it was spiced in some fashion, and it was smoking over... well, probably just an open fire. This meant that something with some kind of sentient intelligence was making this shit, and that meant that it might be edible... although it would probably still taste like mush.
He pressed into another tree as noise caught his attention before a casual gaze around found the main source - a woman of the woods. No, that was wrong, she wasn't of the woods, just... in it. A woman of his height - no, if she got closer, she'd find herself taller - and of course, her flowing mane of hair outshined his in every possible way. He blinked off his initial confusion at seeing someone and opened his mouth to potentially greet her when she shushed him, still coming closer. His ears had only just picked up on what she might have been hinting at when she ducked away, leading him to stumble back to where she was in the bushes - unceremoniously, of course, landing him a nice seat on his ass.
As he carefully righted himself - the weight of this plate was a pain in the ass and he had to use his shitty wooden staff to help anchor himself - he caught sight of what she had meant. Some goblins, if he remembered them right. He paused at their chatter, unable to speak Goblin, but it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. They had food in their hands, and the smell in the area meant that they had something going on that they could get in on. Blackcoat almost licked his lips at the thought of a decent meal.
Blackcoat eyed the newfound vixen in his life as she poised her question, and he gave her a very slight smile. "I would do just about anything, miss." His smile widened a bit as he pulled himself fully upright, once more looking to her. "In fact, I think asking the neighborhood goblins to teach us how to make such a thing should be what we should do now." His dreary, joking tone was easy on the ears, at least, as he hoped he caught her drift. They were about to mug some beasts. Blackcoat paused only for the moment, long enough to send her something vital to his usefulness - a party invite, which would allow him to heal her on priority and ease the selection of his spells. That, and he wanted to see how this party system worked... The cold never bothered me anyways N O T E S: ... |
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"La vie est drôle."
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Post by Elkeid on Dec 17, 2013 22:28:26 GMT
Much to her delight, the somewhat short and clumsy man seemed to be of like mind. She subconsciously clasped her hands to her ears, blocking out his words so that she could focus on his lip movement. Her ability to understand speech was mounting, but she still greatly disliked the concept. "Wunderbar," she said when the man suggested they "ask" the goblins to show them how to cook a proper meal. She had made no implications of playing nicely with the goblins, and took the man's joking tone to be one of agreement. Either way, they were only dealing with some Weak Goblin Scouts. It's not like goblins were people or anything.
The man sent her something the system called a party request, which she had experienced with Hiro a while ago. It gave more insight on a player than usual, which she used to her advantage. She hovered her finger in the air, over the man's body, and "pressed" down, like one would when clicking a mouse button. His HP, MP, class, etc., popped up in a small window. 'So he's a cleric, eh?' If her memory was not failing her, a "cleric" was a sort of casting and healing class. He would be of great use to her in a party. 'Alright, let's scope out their camp." For all they knew, there could be a larger group of goblins waiting up ahead. It would be wise to execute some caution.
Elkeid paused for a moment to quickly distribute her AP points, and found herself being able to select two skills - "Suplex" and "Tiger Echo Fist" in particular. They didn't seem like very stealthy skills, so she left them alone for now. 'And suddenly I am level seven. Splendid.' Leveling was surprisingly fast and easy. She hurried off after the man, adapting a casual and steady pace when she was back at his side.
The goblins that had passed by them a few minutes ago were out of sight, but their voices were still audible. Elkeid listened intently to them as she followed the smell of cooking food and their progress, her stomach growing angrier and angrier with each step. The rumbling was so loud that she worried she would alert the goblins of their presence, but that seemed far from the case. 'I wonder if the goblins are just poor of hearing.' Or stupid. That worked just as well.
She spared her companion a curious glance, wondering what kind of man he was, and what he was doing out here in the marshes. 'It's not like he came out here just to shake down goblins, right?' The possibility of that filled her with intrigue. 'I'll be sure to ask him over roasted rabbit.'
The ugly sound of goblins chattering grew louder and louder as they neared that smelly smell, and Elkeid could even feel the temperature in the air raise a bit. She turned and pressed her back against a nearby tree when the talking grew too loud for comfort. There, only a few feet away, sat a small group of three Weak Goblin Scouts.
The goblins that sat around a pathetically small campfire looked as hungry as Elkeid felt. One of the goblins was poking at a large lump of meat on the spit over the fire. The other two were busy skinning and cleaning their rabbits. The goblin tending to the fire took out what looked like a roasted frog's leg from its pocket and popped it into his mouth.
GROWH~!
Elkeid pressed her fist into her gut. She wanted to jump the goblins right now and run off with their meat, but the rabbits weren't cooked yet. A few more minutes passed by before the first rabbit was stuck on the end of the spit, the fat of its meat hanging right into the open flames. The goblin hummed quietly to itself as it began lathering the rabbit with some kind of sauce, and then sprinkled a good deal of herbs on top of it. The meat that was speared on the spit before the rabbit was soon sandwiched by the second, marinating both ends with its own seasoning and sauce. 'Normally I'd be repulsed, but…'
Anything looked appetizing to a hungry man.
The goblins were now chuckling softly to themselves as they sat dangerously close to the little flames. One of them stoked the fire with bits of grass and twigs, temporarily sending the flames higher. Elkeid squirmed a bit in place. She was sure they could take them out now if they wanted to. The meat was already cooking, so it's not like they needed the goblin's help. "I'm ready when you are," the woman whispered to her companion. "I know just how to get their attention." Words:795 Notes:Om nom nom. Tags:@blackcoat |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 23:48:31 GMT
Let the storm rage on Uh... if she didn't want to hear what he had to say, she could have been more... subtle about it, so to speak. Blackcoat almost paused and flickered in his speech when she clapped hands over her ears but she still seemed intent on listening so he was.... well, he got over the conflict and, albeit hesitantly, he continued on talking. He took her spoken word to be one of acceptance - it might have been German in origin, he was quite unsure - and lightly smiled.
The party information popped up and he eyed her information. She was stronger than him, according to levels, and she was a monk. She would be the one capable of dealing and doling out damage, then. He set a pace, still using the crummy staff as a sort of walking stick to supplement his sleepy style of moving around. Blackcoat briefly thought of the stories and legends of the Sandman, wondering if that was something he would resemble in his current state. He lightly brought up a hand to his chest, as if to feel the soft fabric that was currently over the single piece of armor he owned. He should probably get that replaced by something less... cumbersome, so to speak.
The moment he thought to pause and check on where she was at, she popped up by his side, leaving him to smile lightly in surprise as they followed the loud goblins and - more importantly - the smell of food. This was only matched by his companion's noisy belly - he resisted chuckling in amusement, knowing that he was hungry as well. He had simply sated himself with water earlier so that his would not be so angry with him.
She, once again, reacted faster than he did, and as she seemed to bolt and become one with a tree he shuffled in place for a moment before going for a sister tree a few feet away. He followed both the chatter and her gaze to see the glorious treasure trove before them - a goblin camp hosting food. Sweet Jove, this was exactly what he was hoping to find! While they were relegated to making food with an automated menu, these guys made it a crude, albeit workable, way - kill it, skin it, shove it over a fire. With baited breath he waited as the trio of green midgets prepped the rest of the meat and then seemed to pass around what he could guess was campfire stories in their own language. Well, if it was a language. You could never really tell with these demi-hume breeds.
And then Elkeid caught his attention once more. He looked at her with his chocolate liqueur eyes, blinking in an out-of-touch manner before nodding. He wasn't quite sure what she could possibly have in mind, but... well, if he was right, these three goblins couldn't pose much of a threat to them, and he had faith in his higher-leveled companion. He gripped his staff tightly in both hands, nodding at her firmly.
"I'll follow a beautiful woman anywhere, ma'am. On your mark." The cold never bothered me anyways N O T E S: ... |
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"La vie est drôle."
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Post by Elkeid on Dec 18, 2013 17:04:03 GMT
"My, aren't you quite the gentleman?" She attempted to give him a genuine smile, but may have fallen short of a proper one. It was really hard to smile when you weren't used to doing so. 'Anyway…' The woman stepped forward quickly and silently as she made her way towards the small group of goblins. Despite the fact that it was not a stealthy or quiet skill, Elk was going to use one of her new skills; Tiger Echo Fist.
The goblins never saw her coming. They were too busy sharing around a small bag of dried food and light conversation. Elkeid took two nimble hops forward and envisioned the skill in her mind to activate it. Screams of fear and surprise rent the air as the woman punched the ground behind the nearest goblin. It and the goblins sitting near it went flying in opposite directions. The goblin on the opposite side of the flames slammed into a tree and slid down to the ground, seemingly unconscious.
She grabbed an airborne goblin as it descended and leaped into the air, now performing that new Suplex skill. The goblin let out a high pitched squeak as she slung it over her shoulder and slammed it into the ground, leaving it there for her companion to finish off. She might have on her own, if it weren't for the third goblin rushing towards her. The sword the poor, emaciated creature wielded was wider than it was. This sword had clearly not been made for goblins, either. 'I wonder who you killed to get that weapon,' she thought as she brought up one arm to defend herself.
The woman yelped as searing hot pain spread through her arm. The force of the blow felt strong enough to not only numb her arm, but break it as well. She squeezed her eyes shut and grit her teeth, doing her best to fight back the wave of nausea that had just come over her. The ability to feel pain in this game was very real. "Nngh." Crying out and making funny noises was beyond embarrassing to Elk. She had to ignore it for now, though, since the goblin was swinging the sword back to strike again.
Elkeid darted out of the way of the goblin's swing, maneuvering around it until she was able to deal a hard elbow jab between its shoulders. The goblin fumbled and dropped its sword as a result, an opportunity Elkeid immediately jumped on. She tackled the goblin and yanked it away from the sword, then rolled around with it until it was on top of her, unable to do anything more but claw and kick at the air. "Hold...still...damn it."
She coiled one knee up and slammed it into where she estimated the goblin's groin was. The goblin went limp in her arms and did not try to fight back when she wrapped her hands around its throat. This was her first time choking the life out of something, and even then the goblin's health did not go down as fast as she would hope. It was starting to squirm again, so she pulled back one fist and sent it crashing into the side of the goblin's head. Two more hard punches were enough to accomplish what she wanted, and the goblin even left her a little "gift" with its defeat.
It was mostly coins, but there was also a flask of what smelled strongly of alcohol when she opened it. Better yet, it even tasted like alcohol, but had the potency of gin or whiskey. "Woo~." She placed a hand to her head to stop the world from shaking. That stuff was really strong, possibly to help the goblins keep their minds off their own growling bellies. Words:629 Notes:1/3 Weak Goblin Scouts | Tipsy scale: 20% Tags:@blackcoat |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2013 18:04:41 GMT
Let the storm rage on And with something resembling a smile she set off, leaving Blackcoat to ponder what she meant she closed the gap between her and the goblins. Blackcoat peeked around his tree as she took one, two, almost three steps... and then suddenly everything erupted into pure, carnal chaos. Blackcoat tried to rush out into the fray as he saw the goblins get spread around like butter in a pan, particularly the poor one that his companion smashed into the ground like a newly founded tombstone.
Blackcoat brandished his staff like one would a club. flipping it around and then smacking the dazed goblin as his ally went off to engage another one of the critters. This caused the little goblin to tumble about over towards the fire, but dealing... well, piss poor damage. Turns out clerics with staffs weren't the best at offense. Blackcoat switched to holding the staff in both hands defensively as the little bugger got up, holding its head in both hands.
From what he could see, theses goblins really stood no chance. He took his own momentary lull to not only check his HUD but consult the situation with the other goblin... which was currently tossing about with Elkeid. Before he could fully get into the train of thought required to react, the head-holding goblin charged at him, and Blackcoat had to use his staff as a barrier, the little claws nabbing onto the wood as the tagged at each other for a bit, with Blackcoat almost falling back at the ferocity the little guy displayed. He made a note not to provoke hungry goblins anymore as he gave a solid shove, pushing the little goblin right over onto its grimy ass.
Party member health drop noticed, Blackcoat figured now was his chance to actually do something. He held a hand towards Elk as she seemingly drank... something, and concentrated. He felt a warm fuzzy glow well up in his core before moving out to his hand, and a hazy light seemed to surround him before Elkeid would have found herself showered in what looked like white raindrops, healing her for a decent amount. Blackcoat gave a warm smile at the scenario, glad his cleric class was of some assist-
and then he got tackled by two goblins, the one he had booped and the one who had been incapacitated until recently from getting smashed around into a tree. Blackcoat had his staff to protect his chest area, at any rate, and his plate mail helped protect him, but having two goblins wrestle you down wasn't really good for your health or well being, especially given how he was grunting and moaning the entire way to the ground. The cold never bothered me anyways N O T E S: ... |
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"La vie est drôle."
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Post by Elkeid on Dec 18, 2013 20:35:11 GMT
Man, this stuff was really strong, so much so that it was giving her déjà vu. 'I swear I just had this thought a moment ago.' She tilted her head back to take another swig from the flask, blissfully unaware of the light that was engulfing her. When she finally did notice it, her tipsy meter was a bit higher than previous, so she assumed it was just the liquor influencing her again.
A look at her health bar said otherwise, however. She had not ingested any healing potions, nor did she have any skills that regained health. This must have been the cleric's work, and would explain the weird light. 'Speaking of the cleric…' The man was in a bit of a sticky situation. The two remaining goblins were double teaming him, and he had nothing more than a staff to defend himself. It didn't look like a weapon suitable for bludgeoning goblins to death. It only looked good for bopping or tripping them up. 'Fxxk.'
She took another sip from the flask before tucking it away. Her body felt strangely energized, making her feel overconfident about her agility and reflexes. If she were she sober, she would have realized that this was the passive Drunken Monkey skill activating. Faustine Elkeid had stopped caring about several things by now, though.
The woman shot forward like an arrow, not deviating from her linear path, even when she came close to knocking the goblins and cleric to the ground. She dug her heels into the ground at the last second and leaned forward to grab on of the goblins. The goblin squeaked like a kitten as it was grabbed, flipped about in the air, and driven hard into the damp soil. Elkeid assaulted the goblin with a flurry of punches, not relenting until she was sure it was "dead." Gold coins and a leather pouch rained down on her head.
The items were ignored as Elkeid sought out the throat of her next victim. The goblin pulled away from the cleric in an attempt to strike out at the woman in retaliation, a move she easily dodged by skipping to the side. She flung the goblin to the side and drove an elbow into its small, bony body, prompting a groan of displeasure from its lips. That little noise was muffled when Elk shoved the goblin's face into the mud. She forced it down further until the creature was scrabbling about, desperately trying to free itself so it could breathe.
Elkeid smiled cruelly as she shifted her weight so that she was sitting on the goblin's back, and applied more pressure to the back of its ugly, bald head. The apparent loss of oxygen was slowly taking its toll on the goblin, reducing its health bar inch by inch. She could have done this all day if she had the time or care to do so, but her stomach was rumbling again. It needed to be appeased, which it could not be when this goblin was still in the way.
The use of her Tiger Echo Fist skill almost sent her flying off of the goblin, but she held her ground long enough to finish it off. More gold and some stuff that looked suspiciously like tough, dried jerky fell down this time. She scooped up some gold and the meat before turning to check on the man. "Here," she said as she chucked the flask of goblin whiskey in his direction. "That'll pep you up." Her eyes were now on the lonely campfire and the meat sizzling over it. Fresh, cooked meat was definitely preferred to moldy old jerky. 'It probably tastes better, too,' she thought as she nibbled on a piece of the dried meat. Besides being tough, there was little difference from the awful food provided by the People of the Land. 'The roasted rabbit has to be better than this drivel.' Words:656 Notes:3/3 Weak Goblin Scouts | Tipsy scale: 44% Tags:@blackcoat |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2013 21:52:46 GMT
Let the storm rage on Oh my lord, these goblins were fiesty and smelly. Blackcoat struggled for a solid amount of time underneath the weight of the measly creatures, kicking into one with his knee while shoving the other up as much as possible when motion caught his attention off to his side. Like a bolt from the blue, the handsome woman had appeared in his time of need, healed and seeming a bit more... energetic.
That was a piss poor way to summarize her battle vigor, but it was the best he could think of as one of the creatures was pried off of him and summarily moved with the woman into the air, where Blackcoat was sure it was meating its demise. The young cleric now had a bit more leverage to work with the other goblin, keeping it altogether off of him and giving it a good bash on the head with his open palm, which he sorely regretted - its skin felt like rough parchment soaked in olive oil and lathered in mayonnaise. He didn't have to fret, however, as his blow had caused the goblin's vision to wander into witnessing Elkeid brutally murder his kin, and he was a bit of a one-track mind. He shoved off of Blackcoat and prepared to make his way over to her.
She floated like a butterfly and then stung the goblin like a bee, Blackcoat just keeping up with the motion of combat as he scrambled back and to his knees, making his way to pulling himself upright. His healing skill was off cooldown now and he burned it again, popping himself back to a respectable amount of health. He tapped his staff on the ground and, in a mixture of awe and stunned shock at how much she overshadowed him, watched the last moments of the goblin as he was taken out with overkill and bravado.
With loot all around them now, it seemed like time to see about what to do with their spoils as she scooped it all up before she called out to him. He had just enough time to let the staff fall into the crook of his arm before he caught the flask, almost dropping it before leaning forward enough to overcompensate for his clumsiness. What was this? Blackcoat took off the top and the smell almost brought tears to his eyes. What was this stuff? Expecting the normal bland taste of water or some kind of potion-like effect, he took a swig.
He sputtered and coughed, fire running into his body. This had taste. It tasted like a punch to his jaw, granted, but it didn't taste like water. Blackcoat coughed once more, little tears welling in the lightweight's eyes as he shook his head. He was trying to process the implications of a drink with taste when he once again remembered the reason they were here.
Blackcoat meandered over to the fire pit, passing back the ale to Elkeid. "Um... thanks for your help, and uh... yeah. You're pretty good." He probably could have thought of something more deserving as a compliment to his ally but his mind was on the prospect of food that smelled like it did. He picked at what looked to be the most complete of the meats - the first one placed down - and picked up the spit stick it was on, holding it away from the fire. It was crispy and burnt in places, but it still had the smell of seasoned meat.
He looked between the meat and Elkeid, blinking politely. " . . . ladies first?" He held the meat-kabob thing out to her a bit more, wondering if she'd like to be the first to try it. Not like he could stop her anyways. Those fists intimidated him more than anything else at the moment. The cold never bothered me anyways N O T E S: ... |
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"La vie est drôle."
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Post by Elkeid on Dec 19, 2013 13:36:28 GMT
With the goblins "dead," Elkeid and Blackcoat were free to do as they please - which involved immediately raiding the goblins' campsite. The man turned out to be quicker than her when it came to that. He returned the flask of strong liquor to her hands, which she cradled possessively in her hands. "Hm? It was nothing. If you hit something long enough, it'll eventually die." She popped open the flask 'It's so good. I wish this stuff was available in the market, and not that watered down swill the People of the Land call "alcohol".'
She watched as the man plucked the spit from the fire, subconsciously licking her lips as she eyed the crispy, yet juicy pieces of meat. It had been years since she last had rabbit, and she had no idea what the meat in the middle was from, but she was beyond caring now. Meat was meat - she could worry about where it came from later.
The woman leaned forward when Blackcoat offered the meat stick to her, and took a large bite out of the rabbit speared on the end. Warm juice spilled into her mouth and a little dribbled down her chin. She pulled back, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. Like the goblin liquor, the meat boasted a strong flavor. It was in no way a spectacular meal, but it was more than enough to satisfy her craving.
Unable to speak through her mouthful, Elkeid flailed about for a few seconds before remembering she knew sign language. Whether or not the man could understand it was the problem, but she would be able to express herself well enough, once the food was in her stomach. She signed "It is good to eat. Try it," and finished with a thumbs up. A thumbs up gesture usually meant something was good to go. 'It's rather chewy, but this stuff is pretty good.' Who knew goblins could cook, and what was their secret?
The fact that the goblins were able to make decent food meant that there was hope in this world after all. It was a little suspect for the foul creatures to be the ones skilled with cooking, though. Were the small pleasures in life, like food that didn't taste like shit, a forbidden act for the People of the Land? Was she now condemned to goblin hell for daring to indulge in this pleasure? For a moment, Elkeid contemplated life.
"Hic!"
The woman plopped down beside the fire, in one of the goblins' vacated seats. "Too bad we killed all the goblins. We could have bullied one into telling us their secrets." They could have, but there was little chance of the creatures being capable of speaking or understanding human speech. 'There goes my chance to take part in a monopoly.' Or was it? She gestured for the man to sit down. "Do you have any idea how cooking works here?" The only skill she had close to it was Brewer, and cooking a meal was not the same as making liquor. Words:515 Notes:Suppa time Tags:@blackcoat |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 15:58:05 GMT
Let the storm rage on Perhaps hitting something enough times was a way to kill it, but it several helped Elkeid that her hits actually did noteworthy damage - pretty crazy amounts of damage, compared to him, actually. He'd have to check to see if this cleric class could equip any kinds of weapons, although he probably wouldn't invest too much in them. As long as he could heal, he was fine. He actually continued to activate it at each cooldown until he and the woman were at full health.
She took a bite, and when her initial reaction wasn't complete disgust or neutrality he took it as a positive sign. He blinked as she seemed to take her mouthful well before she tried to sign at him. That made it twice since he got trapped here that someone would try to speak sign language at him. He couldn't understand a bit of it but now it seemed like high time to learn. Well, that sentiment passed at the thumbs up, which was universally accepted to him as a sign to go on.
He picked up another of the sticks from the fire, shaking it lightly to help abstain some of the heat before bringing it to his mouth and ripping a chunk off. While it was just the taste of really cheap meat and the overpowering, nose burning taste of seasoning, it had taste. It was real food. Despite himself, he took another two or three hungry bites out of the meal without being fully aware of such actions, at least until he felt the meat juices upon his chin. With a quick motion he wiped it all off, the faintest of blushes on his cheeks in his embarrassment.
He mimicked her as she took a seat and at her gesture for him to do so, taking one of the stump-like seats as his own as he eyed and picked at the meat with his fingers, now curious. "Well... cooking for us is generally menu based... like this." With a few interface clicks, he combined a spare piece of bread with cheese, and in his free right hand he spawned a cheese sandwich. "But... the food made like that has no taste whatsoever." He tossed the little sandwich into the fire, where it immediately turned to mushy goo in the frolic of the flames. "But... well, this has taste, like the drink you found. A... foul taste, but a taste nonetheless."
Blackcoat solemnly stared into fire, almost humming to himself as the gears and cogs in his head spun around and around. What was it the goblins did differently? He caught sight of the sandwich he had tossed in earlier - now a pile of black gunk in the fire - and stared intently, squinting his eyes. ". . . huh." He took his share of the meat and held it over the flame again, and noticed that... well, it didn't turn to mush.
". . . that's new." He paused, then upon realizing that Elkeid was there, he stumbled a bit with words, forgetting he was in company. "Uhm, whenever you try to, uh, put normal food over a fire, it... well, turns to mush, but... this was fire-cooked. Not... this wasn't made the way we can make food, in a menu, I don't think."
He briefly pondered over that, recalling words once spoken by a small assassin, eyeing his share of the meat intensely. The cold never bothered me anyways N O T E S: ... |
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"La vie est drôle."
Human
Inactive Player
Gold:
Artisan
Exorcist
Guild:
Looking for Guild
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Post by Elkeid on Dec 19, 2013 21:16:34 GMT
Elk blew on the lightly steaming hunk of meat on her stick before taking two bites. The quality dropped with every bite, which she took to mean that she was slowly getting full. The meat would stop tasting good and end up being only mediocre by the time she was done, but food was food. She greatly preferred this to the crap available to her otherwise. It was a little rough around the edges, but it was legit.
Her eyes widened with curiosity as Blackcoat played around with his inventory for a bit, and materialized a prepared sandwich via the interface. It didn't look like it was just sitting there, waiting for him to bite into it and scowl disgust, though. 'I guess this means he's a chef?' What fortune! She had initially hoped to bump into a chef or two on her way to intercept the previously mysterious roasting food, and had ended up allying with one.
She made no attempt to stop the man when he chucked the sandwich into the low flames. It was garbage, so why should she care? The fact that it was reduced to goop after being exposed to the flames was another big turn off. She understood that this was a video game, but that was just unnatural. 'Blech.' It almost made her turn away in disgust.
Watching the fast decaying meat made by the system and listening to Blackcoat made Elkeid realize something. She stared down at the stick of meat and flask of liquor in her hands for a moment, then pulled up her own interface to do something she could already predict the result of. To put it simply, Elkeid made beer with the help of the brewing system. It took less than a minute to concoct, and left her with a small flask simply labeled "Beginner's ale." Bracing herself for what was about to happen next, the woman tilted her head back and took a sip.
"Pwah!" She tossed the small flask into the fire, where instead of feeding it, the flask lay and the liquid within dribbled out in a slow stream. It had the same effect of water on a flame or hot stones. "I knew it," she said with a grimace. Though, to be fair, did she really expect to drink or eat anything half decent that was made in such a short time? To kill the foul aftertaste in her mouth, Elkeid took a swig from the goblin's flask. The strong liquor inside was enough to override the bitter taste in her mouth. "You may have figured this out already, but I think I know why the food made by players and the People of the Land tastes like shit." She pointed at the fire, then the meat. "The goblins didn't use the system to make their food. They did it by hand." She smacked the end of her flask down on her stump-like seat for emphasis. "They did the same for this alcohol. Think about it - virtual food is not going to taste good, no matter how hard you try. If we want edible food or drinks, we're going to have to make it ourselves - the right way."
Everything made sense now. Since the game was their new reality and they could feel things like pain, it was only right that the laws of food would shift as well. "Ha! I can't believe it took mugging goblins to discover this. I wonder how long it would have taken for someone to find out this on their own?" She probably would have figured it out for brewing, at least, since she was used to mixing her own drinks. Actually making them from scratch was something she would like to try at least once. "Hm. This is something I'll need to experiment with later." She would likely have to start off simple and make simple ales and wines, and work her way up to harder stuff as she went along. Remaining on friendly terms with a chef seemed like an excellent idea as well.
"Blackcoat." She pointed the end of her stick in the man's direction. "I propose an alliance. With your cooking and my brewing, we could probably start up a business of some sorts - like a bar." She could also provide the muscle needed, and act as a sort of bouncer. If Blackcoat declined, she could always set one up on her own. She'd seen Imogen at work long enough to know how it was done. Words:755 Notes:˛˛ꉂ ೭(˵¯̴͒ꇴ¯̴͒˵)౨” Tags:@blackcoat |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 22:12:50 GMT
Let the storm rage on Blackcoat had taken to just simply looking at the fire in concentration, not quite aware of Elkeid's motions with her menu as he glazed at the small corona before him. He did, however, take immediate notice as she let out a sound of disgust and launched the small flask onto the fire, where it sat and simmered harmlessly.
His chocolate eyes looked over to his companion with curiosity and confusion, wondering what that was all about as she took a swig from the swill she had shared with him before. He followed along with a sense of comprehension as she laid out the pieces for him, and at the initial mention of goblins he had the framework in his head, like a lattice stitching out the answers. Of course. Using the menu made the food the game knew how to make - and like a dwarf had once commented, you couldn't exactly program taste buds. But this wasn't a game anymore. He had a hesitant smile plastered on his face that grew as the moments and words passed, nodding a finger in recognition of the discovery.
The right way... yes. He'd had to make food just like he used to at home. Prep the meal properly from the basic ingredients and work from there. This would be a massive undertaking - they'd need all sorts of equipment to actually make a majority of existing foods, depending on what base ingredients could be trusted to work and taste like their true counterparts. Blackcoat eyed his hunk of meat once more, the simple, sleepy smile still on his face.
"I don't know if anyone could have figured this out, honestly." He snorted ever so slightly, barely counting as a snort itself. "Besides, mugging goblins seemed so much more... profitable." The word was mixed in a touch sarcasm and seasoned in bad humor, but it was what he had as his own, for all it mattered. On her experimenting comment he gave a light shrug. "If goblins can do it..."
He grunted, turning his meat stick over, eyeing the creation once more. Cooking meat like this was really basic - early human era level, he'd wager - and something that, with practice, he could handle. Then the other meat stick was waved in his face, and his attention was once more dragged to Elkeid to hear out her proposal. "Hmm... a business like that would be useful for a number of reasons... and hell, the profit would beat having to come out here to beat up stuff."
He nodded to himself. Yes, something like a bar... or perhaps better... " . . . we don't have to stop at a bar. There's a bunch of empty buildings for sale. We could . . . well, renovate a good one, make it like an inn. People always need a place to stay, to eat and drink and be merry." Yes, they could indeed use the merriness, especially if those seeds of happiness could be planted about early on.
But that profit, that beautiful profit from making real food and having to avoid mugging goblins... "I'm in, Elkeid. Its a lot to do, but... count me in." He was in, for better or worse. He leaned towards better himself, however, as it was most favorable for everyone involved and beyond to get this started... although it would take quite a lot of time to set up. The cold never bothered me anyways N O T E S: ... |
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"La vie est drôle."
Human
Inactive Player
Gold:
Artisan
Exorcist
Guild:
Looking for Guild
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Post by Elkeid on Dec 20, 2013 1:41:35 GMT
If Elkeid's hands had not been occupied with food and drink, she would have steepled her fingers under her chin, in what was referred to as the "Gendo pose" in anime circles. "Excellent~." She counted herself lucky that the man would accept a proposal from a stranger he had known for less than an hour. 'He sees the value in it too, I guess.' He apparently saw even more than just a bar, too.
Blackcoat was a man that was after higher rewards.
"...I agree. An inn would be much better. We would be able to provide people with food, drink and a place to rest at night." It was the perfect set up. People needed the comfort and pleasures of the real world. She could make the brew and run the bar while Blackcoat did the cooking or whatever he did best. If a customer started getting rowdy, she could toss them out when the need arose. "I'm glad to have you on board, Black. Now we just need to find a building and a group of people to help us renovate it." She wasn't too worried about that part, though. Like in the real world, she imagined that there would be people here looking for work, whether it be out of enjoyment or the need to increase their subclass skills.
The idea of having to rely on other people to design a building for her was mildly depressing. She was an interior designer, after all. She was the one who was hired to layout new designs and order the workmen to execute her creations. 'I should still have a say, though.'/ If she was too demanding, however, the workers would refuse the work. It wasn't like they needed to work, anyway. It was optional and they could freely do as they pleased elsewhere, unlike people who worked in construction for a living. 'What are you even worrying about? You still need to raise your skill in brewing a bit. No one wants crappy alcohol.' She would not be improving it by sitting around like a log, either.
Elkeid pocketed the goblin's flask and ripped out a chunk of her rapidly vanishing meat stick. She sent out a friend request to Blackcoat as she munched the chewy meat. If they were going to be partners, they would need to be able to keep in contact with each other. Elk winced when she swallowed a bit prematurely, but worked her way through it. Her tone became very businesslike as she spoke next. "Later, we should work on scouting out that old market district called St. Pancreas - Pancras Railway. There are quite a few decrepit buildings out there, and it may become clean and bustling with players later. There are probably other spots, but this is a good opportunity for us to pick something at our leisure. At any rate, it is something to look into." Hopefully they would be able to snag a good spot.
As she had said to Imogen and a few other clients: location, location, location. Words:510 Notes:Stick a fork in it, cause it's done. Tags:@blackcoat |
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