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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2014 18:41:36 GMT
It was another one of those days when Caerbannog wandered the tapering alleys and streets of the city. Eventually she would find herself at St. Pancras Station during such days, for her interest in various crafts led her there. She passed by the woodcraft stalls, careful to avoid the ones with puppets for those things scare her. Further down the road, she would soon find the merchants of various herbs, spices and other cooking ingredients. But before that, she passed by an area filled with tailor’s wares.
“ Uwaa~ “ she marveled at the sight of various satchels and plushies.
The girl thought back to her plushie collection in the real world and she was so preoccupied reliving those memories that soon she found herself bouncing off an obstacle. Caerbannog looked up at what she hit, and she quickly realized that it was a towering person. She wasn’t sure if it was a lander or an adventurer; all she knew was that he was huge! So the samurai just stood there staring up at the ponytailed, scarred person with a shocked expression on her face.
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Post by cymakara on Mar 22, 2014 18:54:53 GMT
For Cy, it was just another day of trying to ignore the constant mental strain that was living in this world. He was still adjusting to his new body, a bit taller and bulkier then that he was accustomed to. If he wasn't stumbling he was outright tripping. He had decided to take his own trek through the Station himself, it was one of the few times he was able to just clear his mind, and think of what beauty could still exist in this terrible new world. He ended up stopping, looking at the plushies himself. He had always been a bit of a Weeb, and the adorable dolls... Well, he could never confess that this bulk of a man was a fan of plushies. Though, worrying about people judging him was brought to an abrupt halt as he felt something thud into him.
His gaze turned downward to the Samurai, the expression on his face matching that of her own. Not out of shock, but out of sudden social Anxiety. What was the proper reaction here? Offence? Apologizing? It took a few moments before he was capable of muttering a response. Despite his look, his voice was fairly calming, and to the more observant they could easily pick up the submissive tone, "...Apologies. I shouldn't stop in the middle of everything..." His gaze locked on her... You were supposed to maintain eye contact when socializing, right? Well, atleast, thats what he hoped. "I did not stall your progress too much, I hope?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2014 19:18:59 GMT
Caerbannog continued to stare at the giant whom she just encountered. Well, ‘giant’ was an exaggeration, but that’s how the girl saw everyone who was taller than her by more than five inches. She thought Stryke was already scary what with his height, but the obstacle that she bumped into just then was much scarier. Not only was he tall, he was scarred too and his build was much larger than Kumori’s or Stryke’s. As she recalled those names, the girl realized that she had no one to run to at that moment, no cloak to hide behind.
As if his sheer presence was not scary enough, the giant spoke and when he did, tears began to form at the corners of the girl’s eyes. He meant no harm for sure, but the girl could not process that thought neither could she appreciate his kind words: apologies? Progress? All she knew was that the scary man kept staring at her. The samurai wanted to run away but she remained rooted to her spot. As the strangers continued to just stare at each other, Caerbannog began to whimper and cry. Soon enough, passers-by noticed that and a crowd began to form around the two.
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Post by cymakara on Mar 22, 2014 19:26:37 GMT
If things were not already fairly awkward, now she was forming tears? Cy's eyes widened for a moment, and as he noticed the building crowd, it was all he could do not to simply freak out on the spot. He looked around for a moment, then looked back at her. She was... Really crying? Were you scary? Did you say something wrong? Did you hurt her? Gods, what would people think of you. Monster, sociopath. He grasped for an idea that wasn't fueled by his issues, and that was when he decided to try his hand at the "Kind" side of things. Such a sucker for a girl in tears...
He kneeled down, as well as he could to her height, and would cautiously and carefully reach with a single finger to wipe away the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Now now... Come on... Don't cry.. Please?" Truly grasping for something, anything, to fix the situation. You were terrible with people, let alone the females. "Did I harm you? I promise you, it was not my intent..." Internally? He was eating himself alive. He'd give anything to have chose a stealthier class right now so he could just escape this.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2014 20:22:03 GMT
When the crowd began to form around them and both landers and adventurers began to murmur, Caerbannog took notice of that too. If her friend was there, what would he say? ‘ You’re such a child! ‘ – yea, that’s it. So, mustering up whatever courage she had within her, the samurai briskly rubbed the tears off her face with the back of her hand after the scary stranger wiped some of them away. Once the tears were gone, she could see a bit clearly and hear his kind voice too.
“ Uhm... uhm... “ the black-haired samurai looked around her and realized the commotion that she caused.
At that, she grabbed the stranger’s arm and pulled it up to her chest until he stood up straight. Then she pointed down the street to where cooking ingredients were being sold. Maybe if they got out of the tailor area fast enough, the prying eyes would stop prying and the gossipers would stop gossiping. Until the stranger moved, Caerbannog would tug at his arm or clothes.
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Post by cymakara on Mar 23, 2014 11:35:28 GMT
He stared at her for a bit, just somewhat judging her childlike motions and actions with a small hint of internal adoration of it all. It was all he could do to hide the bit of a smirk, especially when she began to tug and motion down one of the other collection of stalls. He had to pause, to collect his thoughts for a bit, as he realized what she was asking. It wasn't something he was used to, as if that wasn't already a dominant theme going on here. Not that he had time to really think, she was tugging and motioning more and more.
Finally, he glanced back down to her. A bit of a hesitant smile as he spoke to her as calm as he could, "Come on then..." Gently he'd reach to take one of her hands, since she was keen on pulling and tugging on him anyways, "I will let you lead the way." A hint of a blush tinted his cheeks past the scars, if it wasn't just the socializing it was the idea that he was letting someone shorter, and without question so much more adorable, than him lead him around. The inner weeb was strong with this situation.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 12:31:49 GMT
The girl hesitated for a moment when the kind stranger took her hand. If she’d known that he thought her a child, she would have been annoyed. Perhaps a tantrum or two would have been thrown about; similarly, some tables might have been flipped much to the inconvenience of the merchants. But the tall person did not voice his thoughts, thusly, Caerbannog simply accepted it as another one of his kind ways.
Without delayed, the wolf hair led the stranger through the crowd. While she easily slipped between the landers and adventurers, her companion might have found it a lot more difficult to do so. Still, Caerbannog never let go of the guy’s warm hand; not until they reached one of the larger chef item stalls anyway. Since that specific stall was wider than most, there was also a lot more room to move in front of it. At that, she let go of the stranger’s hand.
“ Caerbannog, “ she looked at the tall person and pointed at her face, and then she pointed at him, “ Cy... Makara? “
People who were used to the interface could ‘click’ on people and see some of their public information, but the samurai wasn’t one of those people. Such a simple thing still required much concentration and effort from her. So usually, she would just ask people for their names and classes. She waited for a reply and every now and then, she also glanced over the various chef tools and ingredients on sale close by.
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Post by cymakara on Mar 23, 2014 13:01:57 GMT
Travelling through people wasn't a hassle for him, simply because his choice of Character and Subclass was built for a mix of Tanking and Damage, so pushing through crowds was nothing for him. There was still that feeling of being lead around by someone smaller than him, but... It was nice to feel wanted. As they ducked under the larger stall, it rolled through his mind that he needed to pick up some crafting supplies later. Actually, he needed to do a deal of things. He hadn't even leveled up at all since being dragged in....
When she pointed out their names, he was a little taken back. His mouth hung agape for a moment before he replied. "...Call me Cy, please... It is a pleasure, Caerbannog." He took, uncharacteristically for his choice of look, a knight's bow to her for a moment, before standing up once more. And then... There was silence, looking at her as if he expected her to say something, or lead the conversation at all. After all, she was the one who lead him away... For... Reasons?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 14:47:06 GMT
It did sound like a mouthful, her in-game name, that is. At least Cy’s name could be shortened; maybe her name could be shortened too, like ‘Caer’, maybe. Caer-bear? The samurai would have laughed at her own thoughts if not for the bow which followed. It was serious time again. She always regarded bows as very formal things, reflecting the fact that she barely knew that person. And then... silence.
As she stared up at Cy’s face, the girl could see his features more clearly. He looked like a man who’d gone to many wars, much more than she’d ever been to. Caerbannog blinked a few times and waited for him to say something. No words came out though, and that was when it occurred to her... should she have bowed back? Wasn't she incredibly rude just then? The girl pouted, but it wasn't a sad pout- it looked more like a kid holding her tears back. She thought that Cy was angry at her.
“ Eeeee... “ she then asked, “ I did bad? “
She had to make it up to him somehow! Maybe if she cooked something nice, he wouldn't be angry anymore? What was his favorite food? She had no idea. Maybe she could cook something that a lot of people liked in the real world, or something really simple like mashed potatoes or pancakes. That’s it! Pancakes! A lot of people like those, right?
“ P-pancakes, okay? “ Caerbannog turned to the man, asking for his opinion.
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Post by cymakara on Mar 23, 2014 15:13:10 GMT
There was a rush of reaction from the little one. She went from silence with him, to reacting like she'd did something wrong. Mouth agape again as she frantically sought a way to make amends to nothing to him, and it actually caused something abnormal to happen. He smiled, then actually laughed a bit at the situation. It was nice, in all the wrong ways, that she was easy to speak to simply from the fact she seemed as awkward with vocal interaction as he was. It was a rare moment when he could drop the facade and just feel like his normal self... Well, almost normal. Just bulkier.
Then, she made the offer of Pancakes. He ACTUALLY had to resist the urge to drool as the images of delicious Maple covered goodness coursed through his head. Let alone, the various flavors of the Pancakes themselves. Cheesecake Pancakes, Blueberry, Chocolate Chip. He was gone for a moment as he thought long and hard, though for the Samurai before him the answer of whether Pancakes or not would be wonderful would be him taking one of her hands, cupping it with each of his. Wide eyed, all he could say was, "I would love pancakes more than anything right now."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 16:41:54 GMT
Subclass: Chef | Tools: Cooking Utensils | Crafting: Ordinary Food - :: - Skill: Iron Stomach (Passive)
Her simple question was answered with enthusiasm that was much more than what she expected. The samurai almost flinched backwards when Cy took her hands, but not wanting to anger him any further – still, she thought he was upset with her – the girl did not pull away. She merely nodded at him.
“ Help, ok? “ she asked of him.
Once he let her go, Caerbannog turned to the abundance of ingredients in the chef’s section of St. Pancras Station. First, they had to purchase some ingredients for a batter mix. Some, the girl was able to take herself while others were farther in the collection of wares. If the item was beyond her reach, she would look at Cy and point at what she wanted him to reach for. Salt, sugar and baking powder were separated in small pouches, so Caerbannog was able to purchase those easily. Flour, however, was sold in bags and stacked amidst sacks of corn and herbs sold by the bulk. If she tried to take one bag, the rest of the pile would fall, thus she nervously pointed at it to ask for Cy’s help while hoping that he would not get upset at her.
The rest of the batter mix came from the fresh produce section which was farther down the road. Some cooking oil, eggs, a few cups of milk and sticks of butter- all basic ingredients which were barely processed by the system. After each purchase, Caerbannog would put the items into her inventory, and that would soon wrap up the quest for the batter mix. Next up, they needed maple syrup and fresh fruits that would go well with pancakes. Both items could be found in that section too; edible berries of many kinds and sizes were in abundance and the girl would let Cy pick the ones that he liked. She paid for everything, of course.
The only seemingly unfortunate thing was the lack of delicious maple syrup. All the stores had were the system-processed ones which tasted like liquid paper. Therefore, instead of purchasing syrup itself, Caerbannog bought some maple sap and just asked the landers how to process it into maple syrup. Strain and boil – that was all she needed to do, they said. It would be a game of trial and error then. Once their shopping for ingredients was done, the girl would turn to her new companion and ask if he would be “ Crafting too? “ in a rather curious tone.
| OOC Notes: Chef Post #1, preparation of ingredients | | Word Count: 417 | Tags: @dindeen cymakara |
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Post by cymakara on Mar 23, 2014 17:21:53 GMT
He wasn't given much of an option. If he wanted pancakes, he'd have to help. Not that he had any idea of how to cook something other than Microwave and Deep Fried meals. Or pre-made meals. Or Bread. But regardless, he happily went along with her request to help and followed her. Each time she pointed to something, or to carry something, he did without a single complaint. Monks may not be the strongest, but his bulk was enough to carry sacks and bags for the smaller one. He kept his thoughts to himself, but he felt like... That large, gaurdian type figure.
The part he almost fell in love with her was when she let him pick the berries. He couldn't stop screaming Blueberry to himself, but just told her in as calm a voice as he had. It was almost creepy, how monotone he kept himself at all times save for the Pancakes explosion. But, with this... He was warming up to her fairly easily. It was honestly a wonderful feeling, activity. As they finished up the last bit of preparations, her question caught her off guard. His Craft...
"...I am... A tailor... Since Monks can only wear Cloth... I figured it would be nice to design how I look at all times. Plus..." He looked to the side, a faint blush coating his cheeks once again before he spoke, "...I used to... Design Costumes... In the real world." Coughing awkwardly as he tried to play off that embarrassing admission.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 17:57:25 GMT
Surprisingly, her question about crafting brought out a different side of the towering human. He turned out to be a monk; she’d seen that piece of information when she looked up his data, but had only caught a glimpse of it before the interface closed by itself earlier. A tailor because he was a monk huh? He was the third tailor that the girl knew, the first being Oshiro-san, and the second was that secretive adventurer who made satchels.
And then, Caerbannog wondered if he intended to, Cy revealed some real world information about himself. It wasn’t anything critical or overly personal though, in fact, revealing such a thing could be to his advantage. If he had such skills in real life, he could probably use it in Elder Tale to augment his crafting class’ capabilities. As for the girl, well she wasn’t really anything special, just someone with an abundance of common sense and general knowledge. Her wilderness survival skills came from her grade school camping days, and her cooking capabilities stemmed from her own mother’s lack of sense when it came to preparing food.
“ Make something? “ the girl asked as she took the cooking ingredients and stored them away in her inventory, “ Materials? “
Caerbannog then pointed up the road from which they came. The crowd that gathered around them before was long gone, and so the pair could once again look through the tailor wares and materials with ease.
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Post by cymakara on Mar 24, 2014 7:45:26 GMT
Cy looked down to where the crafting supplies were, and this brought an immediate fear to his stomach. Even with the People of the Land, he was a bit uncomfortable. When he thought of them as NPCs, it was easier. But, now? Well, he found it hard to interact at all. In Fact, since being pulled in he hadn't even interacted with them at all. Thats when the realization came up, he didn't know how shopping or crafting worked at all in the game now. There was an audible gulp, as he looked back to her, trying to think of an excuse. There, however, was no excuse he could fathom, finally looking at her with that expression of worry.
"I... Honestly, do now know... I have yet to attempt it in Elder Tale, let alone buy anything... I... Would not know where to begin. I simply know how to fight creatures, at this current point." Another blush painting the giant's cheeks. It was sad how easy it was for him to lose face in front of her after making a scene of appearing like a war-broken, expressionless beast. For now, though, he simply stood there with the earnest distlike of how much of a "Noob" he was in this world. This was very unlike him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 9:24:52 GMT
Caerbannog patiently waited for a reply from the tall monk. When he finally spoke up, the girl stared up at him for a good long while. She felt a bit of disbelief and astonishment, but then she realized that she’d only been lucky thus far. For most of her concerns and questions, she had someone to turn to, but Cy did not have anyone like that, probably.
“ Well... “ she kept staring at him while her mind struggled to pull words together for an explanation of what she knew, “ Instruction manual... from People of Land. “
The girl pointed to a nearby tailor lander whose wares included instruction manuals. If Cy picked one, he could read its contents including the material requirements and concise description of the item to be made. And if he did buy one, the recipe would go to his crafting list where it would stay unless he changed subclasses. Caerbannog waited for the monk to pick some manuals first, after which she would explain more of what she knew about crafting.
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Post by cymakara on Mar 24, 2014 9:46:04 GMT
He looked to the Tailors, and sighed. But finally, he smiled towards her, even chuckling a little bit. "Alright... How about I go grab what I need, and you finish grabbing your own supplies, Caerbannog?" The smile was fairly warm, before he turned to walk towards the venders. As for what he wanted to make... Well, he didn't want to focus hard on armor, or accessories, just yet. He wanted to start fairly simple, with Scarfs and ribbons. He walked by the Tailors, grabbing instructions and reading them over to learn. Afterwards, it was time for a bit of shopping.
First, some cheap silk. Easy enough. Walking by the wares, as he looked through what was available. He ended up grabbing some purple silk, as well as some dark red. He loved the look and feel of silk, but this was something FAR too internal for him to express. Next, some thread. He always hated sewing, in the real world. He constantly pricked his fingers, and fumbled hard with his overtly shaky hands, but here it felt as if things would go a bit better since he couldn't feel actual pain. He grabbed the thread, not focussing too hard on it's color. Now, some fabrics. He didn't worry much about designs, or feel, so long as it would compliment the choice of silk. In this case, some black fabric would go well.
Making his way back, items in tow. Smiling, when he would eventually come across the Samurai again. He chuckled gleefully, as he spoke. "Lets hope making scarfs here will be simpler than it was in the real world..."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 10:31:50 GMT
Since Caerbannog’s ingredients for pancakes had already been purchased, she followed closely behind the monk. Every now and then she would look at his choices, but not a word would escape from the girl. The best teacher was experience; that was what she did with her chef subclass. The girl even went out to pick her own ingredients, though at first it was more out of practicality.
“ Scarf? “ the girl piped up.
She was actually hiding behind the monk whenever he turned. Being shorter than him was beneficial that way. Caerbannog then looked at the materials in his hand. They looked just like the things which her friend used, so he must have picked the right stuff.
“ Okay, craft now, “ she nodded at him, and then she gestured towards a narrow alley away from the stalls.
Other crafters had their own corners and stalls, but the pair did not. So a quiet alley where they could focus on what they were doing should suffice in the meantime. They could still see the other stalls from that place, and passers-by would be able to see them too, but at least it was out of the crowd’s way.
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Post by cymakara on Mar 25, 2014 18:08:46 GMT
It was, in full, incredibly adorable how commanding of him she seemed keen on being, but as he looked to the alley he felt a mix of thanks and worry. But, nothing ventured and nothing gained, so he reached to take her hand and walk with her to the alley. He started to roll designs over in his head as to how he wanted to make the scarves look. He'd make one as a test, and see what she thought, given she liked scarves as much as that little chime of excitement she let free would tell.
In the Alley, he would immediately drop down ontop of his knees, and pull out the various reagents he bought. Preparing the Thread for sewing, and working the fabric and Cloth to see just how he wanted to go about this. Perhaps a lovely fire like design? Using the Black and the Purple to do a more Eastern style look? He'd done this so much in the real world, where he was a cosplayer, but it was different thinking about doing that stuff in a game like this. Here, everyone looked like great warriors (Or in some cases cute innocent creatures) so a scarf...
He decided to take this head on, doing some eye-based measurements of the Fabric and silk, and gauging just where to cut and sew, before looking up at her with another moment of nervous blushing. "Do not make fun of me if I do this bad, ok? I am used to having... Better tools."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 20:15:19 GMT
Subclass: Chef | Tools: Cooking Utensils | Crafting: Ordinary Food - :: - Skill: Iron Stomach (Passive)
For a short while, Caerbannog simply sat close to Cy as the tailor began his first attempt at crafting. She observed what he was doing, that is, until her stomach complained. It was getting late in the day and she still had not eaten anything. So at that, she put a safe distance between herself and Cy, and then she started a fire inside a shallow, burnt pan by using a circle of stones, discarded pieces of wood and the flint item from her inventory.
Once the fire burned brightly and with no signs of dying out, the chef placed a clean, usable pan upon the stones. She then pulled out a mixing bowl and started making the batter mix. Flour, salt, sugar all went into the bowl. The girl then blended them and formed a shallow hole in the middle of the dry ingredients. In that middle part, Caerbannog put milk, egg and butter which were the wet ingredients of the recipe. With a wooden spoon, she carefully mixed the batter and made sure that no lumps or air bubbles remained.
Once the batter mix was done, the chef pulled out four smaller bowls in which she divided the batter evenly. The girl looked over to Cy and gestured for him to come over to her, and then she pulled out the berries which he chose. The monk could then put berries of any combination in the four bowls, or he could even leave one bowl with plain batter. The chef waited patiently for the other adventurer’s choice since the pan had to be heated up completely anyway; no rush.
| OOC Notes: Chef Post #2 | | Word Count: 271 | Tags: @dindeen cymakara |
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Post by cymakara on Apr 2, 2014 3:36:54 GMT
You focused on the task at hand while she, equally, worked on her own thing. You took the materials, and carefully worked to sew out the length of the scarf. You double stitched, to ensure it wouldn't tear with ease when the wearer would go into combat. Each time you pulled the fabric through, you felt your heart beat only once. It was time consuming, and you probably wouldn't be done before food was done, given how much it took to make a scarf. You missed machines.
A small pause, as she wanted you to sort berries. You smiled, and just outright randomized it all. Surprise was the spice of life, so you didn't do much more but make sure the Berries were in a bowl. Afterwards, you returned to sewing. Cutting the thread when it was used to it's extent and re-threading the needle as you continued onward. After the body of the scarf was sewn together, you cut the excess fabric to make the scarf neater. Working on cleaning up the bits before you thought about a design to sew into it as well.
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OOC Note: Crafting Post 2: Purple Flamey Scarf, Primary Sewing
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