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Who: Taako
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Action: First Breath, Planetside
When: 9/28
First Breath
Planetside
Broadcast: None
Action: First Breath, Planetside
When: 9/28
First Breath
1. Kitchen
[The Marsiva had become boring after the first day of having absolutely nothing to do. He'd spent the time trying to understand what was going on, and then decided napping was probably the best thing since he was stuck anyway. Which is why he was in the middle of a trance-like nap when the Atroma jingle went off and he exploded onto the First Breath's kitchen with confetti and questionable looking chocolate pudding cups.
Taako blinked, then dusted the confetti off his clothes and wizard's hat. The first thing he saw was the sad state of this kitchen, and Taako put his hands on his hips with a sigh.]
Is this seriously what they want me to work with?
2. Cargo: Salvage
[After settling into the crew, Taako immediately went out salvaging. Something about that seemed to be the right thing to do, so he is dragging bits of metal sheeting, wires, robot parts, and sacks full of gears and pieces into the cargo hold. The planet is basically made for looting, so he's doing his level best to loot the shit out of it. He also has a Mage Hand - an invisible force - carrying several lush looking throw pillows trimmed in various colored fringe and blankets.
When he comes onto the ship, when he sees someone in here, he immediately motions to them.]
You, person whose name I totally remember, go grab the rest of this, hm? I'm not exactly the brawn type.
[The Marsiva had become boring after the first day of having absolutely nothing to do. He'd spent the time trying to understand what was going on, and then decided napping was probably the best thing since he was stuck anyway. Which is why he was in the middle of a trance-like nap when the Atroma jingle went off and he exploded onto the First Breath's kitchen with confetti and questionable looking chocolate pudding cups.
Taako blinked, then dusted the confetti off his clothes and wizard's hat. The first thing he saw was the sad state of this kitchen, and Taako put his hands on his hips with a sigh.]
Is this seriously what they want me to work with?
2. Cargo: Salvage
[After settling into the crew, Taako immediately went out salvaging. Something about that seemed to be the right thing to do, so he is dragging bits of metal sheeting, wires, robot parts, and sacks full of gears and pieces into the cargo hold. The planet is basically made for looting, so he's doing his level best to loot the shit out of it. He also has a Mage Hand - an invisible force - carrying several lush looking throw pillows trimmed in various colored fringe and blankets.
When he comes onto the ship, when he sees someone in here, he immediately motions to them.]
You, person whose name I totally remember, go grab the rest of this, hm? I'm not exactly the brawn type.
Planetside
1. Shopping
[You cannot expect Taako to go to a world of literal shopping and not come back with all the craziest shit. But sadly, he does not have a lot of money since he is recently arrived and was not part of this cargo haul that apparently got some people money and others not so much. Which means Taako has to do what Taako does best and improvise.
And he's doing a goddamn God Tier job at it. He's getting new outfits pieced together from clothing crates lost to the dumps, he's getting new throw pillows, blankets, random knick-knacks, and he's trying to find some goddamn weapons just because how bitchin' would it be to roll around the galaxy with a pair of machine guns strapped to his back? Totally, that's how much.
But he still has no money, so he'll slide over to the closest person in the same store as him and smile.]
Hey there, thug, you wanna help me with something?
2. Arena - Locked to Lup
[He could fight here, but why go through the effort? It's so much easier to wait until he sees a good bet and then toss as much of the Charmed credit he's earned so far straight into it. If he loses? Oh well. If he wins? Hell yeah.
So the second he sees Lup enter the arena, he knows exactly what to do. He bets every single credit he's earned so far on her winning. He highly doubts anyone here could conquer her level of spellcasting and the utter destruction he has a feeling she's capable of doing. Most people here relied on melee combat and, well, wizards are made for smashing from afar. This is also a good way to check what she's capable of and she did not disappoint.
Once the battle is over, he waits down by the fighters' exit, leaning up against the wall with a pocket full of credits.]
Nice job, Destructo.
[You cannot expect Taako to go to a world of literal shopping and not come back with all the craziest shit. But sadly, he does not have a lot of money since he is recently arrived and was not part of this cargo haul that apparently got some people money and others not so much. Which means Taako has to do what Taako does best and improvise.
And he's doing a goddamn God Tier job at it. He's getting new outfits pieced together from clothing crates lost to the dumps, he's getting new throw pillows, blankets, random knick-knacks, and he's trying to find some goddamn weapons just because how bitchin' would it be to roll around the galaxy with a pair of machine guns strapped to his back? Totally, that's how much.
But he still has no money, so he'll slide over to the closest person in the same store as him and smile.]
Hey there, thug, you wanna help me with something?
2. Arena - Locked to Lup
[He could fight here, but why go through the effort? It's so much easier to wait until he sees a good bet and then toss as much of the Charmed credit he's earned so far straight into it. If he loses? Oh well. If he wins? Hell yeah.
So the second he sees Lup enter the arena, he knows exactly what to do. He bets every single credit he's earned so far on her winning. He highly doubts anyone here could conquer her level of spellcasting and the utter destruction he has a feeling she's capable of doing. Most people here relied on melee combat and, well, wizards are made for smashing from afar. This is also a good way to check what she's capable of and she did not disappoint.
Once the battle is over, he waits down by the fighters' exit, leaning up against the wall with a pocket full of credits.]
Nice job, Destructo.
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[Since he was looking into getting someone else to do it anyway, might as well be Taako.]
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What exactly would you do?
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[ this is still his ship, after all. the changes may be slow in coming, but loki is prepared to do what it takes to make it special. ]
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[As long as it wasn't anything too intricate that required a craftsman's touch, he can generally transmute one thing to another without much work.]
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Tell you what. I will let you have one favor if you can surprise me with what you come up with.
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[Because it's only if Loki is surprised? He's a trickster god. Taako's smarter than that.]
Mmmmmmm pass. I don't do free.
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He sits back and thinks for a second. Of all the things he's seen in his long life. Most of it would require a lot of craftsmanship and thus not something his spell could create.
But a few things? He could do. Thrones, better chairs, ergonomic designs, twisting stools for the counter, mirrors, blades - he thinks and tilts his head to one side. Some bitchin' decorations for the hall - up on the walls instead of on the floor where it's just there to be ugly and a general safety hazard.
Or chests for storage. He could always use one of those for that Leomund's spell. ....Then again, he could just make one and keep that to himself.
There are just so many options and he hasn't seen enough of the ship yet to really know what they need. He just knew what he needed.]
This place needs more flair. That table? [He points to the rather plain looking cafeteria table they apparently are going to be eating at.] Replaced with something with a better design - I'm thinking tailored legs, a more rotund design, something less boring than a regular old rectangle. The chairs? Upgraded to match - high-backed preferably and some cushions on them.
And the walls? Crown molding along the top and floorboards, maybe a nice motif at the corners.
[And he'd paint flames on the outside of the ship for no reason at all, but he thinks maybe Loki, fancy Mr. God of Trickery, might not like that.]
Get me something yellow to mix into the metal and I can turn it all gold.
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All right. Do as you see fit. And then let me know what you wish in return.
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[But it'll get done. He twirls a strand of hair around his finger, considering putting highlights in it again. Could be fun, or could draw unnecessary mana out of his system.
But mostly, it could be fun.]
I'll let you know what I want later. A favor from a god is not something I take lightly, yeah?
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[ loki normally doesn't give out favors. there are other things he could easily offer, transmute and make. ]
But take your time.
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I intend to. First order of business is getting this kitchen in order because I am not letting a subpar kitchen tarnish my grand reputation.
Breakfast, lunch, tea on the weekends, and dinner will be served every day if I have to kill to do it.
[Now that he knows Glamorsprings wasn't entirely his fault (more like maybe 10%? 15%?), he is ready to get back into the kitchen. Of all the gifts he's received over the years, a clear conscience is honestly the best of them.]
I'll take requests for the first day just so I get to know your tastes.
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I'll be sure to keep them to a minimum.
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I'm always up for learning new recipes, my man. Gotta keep growing if I expect to be the best.
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[ probably not a whole lot, but something to start off with. ]
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[Other than the omelet he already made, of course. He'll be able to make better things once he's gotten a handle on this new kitchen and moves things around to where they're easier for him to access.
Taako stretches his arms in front of him, cracking his knuckles. He has to start thinking of menus and figure out what he can transmute and what he can get fresh.]
Anywhere nearby that I can happen to procure fresher ingredients than what you have here?
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The best time to stock up is when we orbit another planet. We will be here for a month before leaving. I do believe there is a garden on the Iskaulit, but I do not know how well maintained it is.
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[Since he's...y'know new and all, he's still adjusting to all the different names. Why don't any of them have fun names?]
Guess I'll have to go shopping on that.. [He waves a hand toward the floor, beneath which he assumes the planet is floating out in space.] ...planet then. Oghma, that's weird to say.
So how many mouths do I have to feed?
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[ they lost their final fantasies recently. ]
There is myself, Haggar and Tyrion. Sometimes, my brother comes by but he rarely lingers here.
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Taako plays it casual and nods. Five maximum? Easy peasy. He used to cook for dozens at a time. Five is a nice adventurer number, too, the size of a lot of troupes he attached himself to as a child. Not hard to do. He's already planning a menu in his head for his first week here.]
Any deets you can drop about them? Just so I'm not makin' meat for a vegetarian or anything.
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Tyrion is an annoying dwarf-sized man and Haggar is some kind of witch.
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Also witches? Sure. He's a wizard, he can get along with them.]
Cool, cool, so we're literally fantasy in space. Good to know.
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If you say so.
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end there?
Sure thing!