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driftfleet2018-08-03 11:21 pm
spellsteal) wrote in driftfleet2018-08-03 11:21 pm
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[ you can't do that right now. ]
Who: Belthazar and you!
Broadcast: Y
Action: The Goldstone.
When: After the shuffle
[action; bridge]
[This is kind of old hat to Belthazar by now, but he's still startled to be deposited on yet another ship. He hasn't been on this one before. Two long pointy ears stick straight out of his messy hair, just as strange as his glowing eyes. It's weird to have all his memories suddenly there, and he's a bit disoriented by that.
He also hates dealing with change. Dreadfully so. He takes a moment to straighten his collar and regain his composure.]
It appears I'm your new cook. You're welcome to the pudding, but a word of warning: even rats won't eat that, if given the chance.
[action; kitchen]
[One of his first acts as the new cook is to completely reorder the kitchen. However people were eating before, that is about to change. Walking in, it looks like something out of Matilda-- flour, sugar, and starch all marching along to their assigned spaces in the cupboards; pots and pans neatly slotting together and sliding into yet another cupboard; and the beginnings of a stew simmering warmly on the stovetop. Belthazar dictates all of this with one hand while the other measures some spices into the broth.
Whatever he's making smells really good, but the cook himself doesn't seem to notice anyone else walking in. He's a little too engrossed in enchanting the colanders and cake pans.]
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[broadcast; video]
[Once he's had dinner started (because Light knows these people have probably never had a decent meal in their lives), he sorts out his new room and his personal shopping list. If he's going down to whatever planet they're docked at, he wants to make sure he gets the necessities-- cooking utensils, meat for the freezer, fresh vegetables, spices, and whatever else they can possibly grow on their own.
As always he's doing twenty things at once, but he pauses because he really needs to see how much time has passed and if anyone he knows is still here. He fidgets a little with the device until he can turn it on again.
He hasn't grown up too much since he was last here, with a healthy amount of baby fat still in his cheeks, but his eyes are a bright gold instead of their old radioactive green.]
My name is Belthazar. I was here, once, but between all the time that's passed at home and coming back, I haven't figured out how long it's been. The food still tastes like a different four-letter word, so I suppose things haven't changed all that much.
... I feel as if I'm waking from a very long dream, but I'm not sure which one's the dream. [He runs a hand through his bangs.] Er, right, my list. [He fumbles a bit with a pen and paper and tries to pretend he isn't a graceless creature.]
Does the Iskaulit still have a greenhouse? And, is there a place in this system where I can shop for a kitchen?
[He has more questions, but food is always a good place to start.]
Broadcast: Y
Action: The Goldstone.
When: After the shuffle
[action; bridge]
[This is kind of old hat to Belthazar by now, but he's still startled to be deposited on yet another ship. He hasn't been on this one before. Two long pointy ears stick straight out of his messy hair, just as strange as his glowing eyes. It's weird to have all his memories suddenly there, and he's a bit disoriented by that.
He also hates dealing with change. Dreadfully so. He takes a moment to straighten his collar and regain his composure.]
It appears I'm your new cook. You're welcome to the pudding, but a word of warning: even rats won't eat that, if given the chance.
[action; kitchen]
[One of his first acts as the new cook is to completely reorder the kitchen. However people were eating before, that is about to change. Walking in, it looks like something out of Matilda-- flour, sugar, and starch all marching along to their assigned spaces in the cupboards; pots and pans neatly slotting together and sliding into yet another cupboard; and the beginnings of a stew simmering warmly on the stovetop. Belthazar dictates all of this with one hand while the other measures some spices into the broth.
Whatever he's making smells really good, but the cook himself doesn't seem to notice anyone else walking in. He's a little too engrossed in enchanting the colanders and cake pans.]
-----
[broadcast; video]
[Once he's had dinner started (because Light knows these people have probably never had a decent meal in their lives), he sorts out his new room and his personal shopping list. If he's going down to whatever planet they're docked at, he wants to make sure he gets the necessities-- cooking utensils, meat for the freezer, fresh vegetables, spices, and whatever else they can possibly grow on their own.
As always he's doing twenty things at once, but he pauses because he really needs to see how much time has passed and if anyone he knows is still here. He fidgets a little with the device until he can turn it on again.
He hasn't grown up too much since he was last here, with a healthy amount of baby fat still in his cheeks, but his eyes are a bright gold instead of their old radioactive green.]
My name is Belthazar. I was here, once, but between all the time that's passed at home and coming back, I haven't figured out how long it's been. The food still tastes like a different four-letter word, so I suppose things haven't changed all that much.
... I feel as if I'm waking from a very long dream, but I'm not sure which one's the dream. [He runs a hand through his bangs.] Er, right, my list. [He fumbles a bit with a pen and paper and tries to pretend he isn't a graceless creature.]
Does the Iskaulit still have a greenhouse? And, is there a place in this system where I can shop for a kitchen?
[He has more questions, but food is always a good place to start.]
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[Katie, you liar. But really, she's chiming in to be completely tactless out of curiosity.]
What happened to your eyes?
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Ah, my eyes... [He scratches at his cheek.] Elven eyes take on the characteristics of the magic that nourishes them. We were corrupted by demonic energy for a while, but the revived Sunwell is full of arcane and holy magic, so it's started to purify everything around it. It's taken a few years.
My eyes used to be blue, believe it or not.
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It's a very specific kind of green. Nature magic tends to be a bright green like new leaves. But felfire looks like it smells-- yellow-green and putrid.
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I do like bright green. [Her eyes tend to yellow-green for people who know her better. But like a cat's. Which she supposes could be confused for demonic on some nights.] If you're away from your Sunwell, will they still remain gold?
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They ought to unless I regularly take mana from something with a strong influence of its own. I suppose if I had a direct line to a different font of magical energy, they might take on that color after a time. Or if I decided to steal mana from demons for some reason.
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[She pauses. Then curiously:] Is your arrangement still here?
[She does remember that. Has to get his energy from somewhere.]
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[His ears twitch, and pin for a moment.] Ah, that... I'm not sure. I have a couple of weeks to find an alternative, if so. B-but I have some ideas! I won't give up so easily.
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[She grins. Then adds after a moment--] If you do have trouble, look me up. I may know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy.
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I'll keep that in mind should I need it. [His tone is honest and a touch warm.] Thank you.
It's a relief that not all familiar faces are gone. I was worried fifty years had passed... A few of my friends are long-lived, but not all.
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[Yes, the same father who screamed religious rhetoric at people in Exsilium because he felt like it was a godless hellhole. But he's calmed down in his dotage, really. If dotage usually includes setting demonic heretics on fire and flipping off the authorities.]
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[Your father sounds like a model citizen.]