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[abracafcku]

Who: Taako
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.

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.

Comments

[shroudedsecrets]

You are welcome to it.

[The running of the kitchen was never her concern. And... why does everyone ask for her name. At this point, it's rather like a game to see how long she can avoid giving it directly. Because it's complicated at this point, even if she's not under her hood for once.]

... I see you have fed Kova. Thank you for that. I assure you he was not waiting long.

[Just cat things.]

[abracafcku]

[Ooh, dodgy one. But fine, he'll just call her whatever name he wants until it annoys her then.]

Eh, had to or I thought he might eat me.

[Kova, huh? He looks back at the cat and shrugs. Hungry animal? He'll feed it. No big off his back. It's not like he paid for any of this food.]

So, Snow White, what's your deal? Just general paranoia or am I just that stunning you forgot your name?

[shroudedsecrets]

He judges people by how well they feed him.

[She doesn't seem perturbed by the nickname use, even if it does sound incredibly inane. She's put up with a lot on this fleet, what's one more.]

If that is what you wish to call me, then so be it. I have my reasons.

[abracafcku]

Well, then I must be his favorite at this point.

[Fresh tuna on a ship like this? Totally gotta win him some brownie points, right?]

Good enough, Coconutty. Not my place to pry, I get it.

But since I'm gonna be the chef - maybe give me a clue as to what you like to eat? Allergies, restrictions, that sort of thing?

[shroudedsecrets]

... You need not concern yourself with my diet. There is very little I require. Fruit is often enough.

[Something quick and easy that doesn't require much effort. Sure, that was "enough".]

[abracafcku]

Honeybear. [He sighs, putting a hand to his chest like he just heard the saddest thing on any planar existence.]

I'm the chef. It's my job to be concerned with your diet. A little more nutrition might bring some better color to your... [Pallor.] cheeks.

[shroudedsecrets]

I suppose it should be charming that you are taking this role to heart.

[She just... literally does not care that much about food to fully appreciate what this opportunity could be. Or too many other things on her mind. It is a mystery.

He's probably not wrong, though.]

... I will manage. If you are willing to make certain that the cat gets fed properly, that will be good enough.

[abracafcku]

[He's going to change her mind one way or another. No one eats Taako's food without feeling something. he's been cooking for at least 100 years and he's damn good at it.

Which means he can't suffer having a crew that won't eat.]

No, you're going to eat. I'm serving meals - breakfast, lunch and dinner - with tea on the weekends. If I don't have adventuring to do, cooking is what I do best. Your cat?

[He gives the feline a quizzical look.]

Yeah, he's gonna eat like a king. No more canned for you, my fuzzy friend.

[shroudedsecrets]

[Did he really want to go toe to toe with her rather apathetic appetite towards food... challenge accepted, or something.]

That is very ambitious.

[She'll give him that much, she guesses. The cat, however? Very appreciative. He might not like to be touched by strangers, but he's loped forward to give his new favorite person an appreciative rub around the ankles. She already thinks she's won the game, if he feeds the cat, she can go back to avoiding the kitchen.

Little do they know he's going to have an ally in this cat.]

The others may appreciate it properly, at least.

[What few they were now.]

[abracafcku]

That's the bare minimum.

[It's not like he's going to be making 9 course meals every time. Breakfast will vary, but lunches will likely be hot sandwiches and veggies with a rotating menu for dinner as well. It's the teas where he'll go all out.

But he thinks maybe no one here will appreciate it right away.

When Kova winds around his legs, he reaches down to let the cat sniff his fingers.]

Kova appreciates it. And he'll get better food for making you come down. So I think? It's all gonna work out just fine.

[shroudedsecrets]

As long as you find yourself comfortable.

[She guesses. Poor Kova. He's an intelligent creature and knows exactly what's being asked, but when his mistress does not want to be found she does not want to be found.]

Most seem to complain about the food, but little seems to be done to improve the quality. Perhaps you are more prepared than they are to handle it.

[... Listen she can support ambition. Even if she does not care about eating.]

[abracafcku]

That's the understatement of the century.

[Taako pulls his hand back and twists a finger around a strand of hair, looking bored.]

Give me a food. Any food. I'll show you what I can do.

[shroudedsecrets]

[She gives him a blank look, but calmly retrieves a bag of dried veggies from the nearest basket and floats it over to him with a bit of purple glowy magic.

He said any food. She doesn't really know what he can do with ... this.]

[abracafcku]

[Well then, Magic Space Witch. Good to know.

He takes the bag of dried vegetables between two fingers like it's actually offensive to him. Vegetables would not look like this unless you're subsisting on rations.

Then he sets them on the counter, takes out a bowl and pours them in. A quick wave of his hand and the vegetables are fresh again as if they had just been picked. The tomato actually looks like it's glistening with morning dew. ]

The ingredients you all have here are atrocious; just so you know.

[shroudedsecrets]

[Well. That's. Actually surprising. Almost worth a slight eyebrow raise, once she can tell it's not just an illusion brought together.

... Not that she has any more of an appetite than when she first walked in.]

It was not my business to see the kitchen stocked.

[Because. She. Does not Care...]

... So you were able to reverse the processing on them.

[abracafcku]

Apparently it wasn't anyone's business. How all of you don't have scurvy is beyond me.

[He picks up a carrot and starts peeling, prepping to julienne them for a salad.]

It's not a reversal. I transmuted them from one thing into another.

[shroudedsecrets]

Alchemy.

[That was more interesting than what he was actually doing.]

[abracafcku]

If you want to call it that, sure thing, Paloma 2.0.

[He spins the knife in his fingers and gets to thinnly slicing up the carrots. Then he reaches for the tomato and sections it into wedges.]

We just call it Transmutation.

[shroudedsecrets]

I see.

[It just seems like a waste to be used on food when there were so many other possibilities with it.]

Was the ability to do so natural, or one you had to work for.

[abracafcku]

[Good food is all that matters here, Haggar. Until, you know, he has to summon a demon beast from being the grave to fight someone threatening him.]

I learned it, but the talent was always there. It depends on how much you really want it, I guess.

[shroudedsecrets]

Perhaps. As well as what one does with it.

[Still not interested in food, sorry.]

Do you consider yourself as having reached your own potential.

[abracafcku]

Hold up there, Riddler.

[Taako turns around, changing one of the vegetables he doesn't need into lettuce instead so he can start chopping that. He holds the knife in one hand, the head of lettuce in the other and shrugs. ]

Who can say any of us has reached our own potential. There's always room to grow, right? Maybe I'll switch back to Evocation. Maybe I'll try something else entirely. Who knows.

[shroudedsecrets]

Indeed.

[She figured that was the case for him, but it never hurt to ask, really.]

There are those who become satisfied within their limits. You did not seem like that type of person.

[Despite the focusing on food thing.]

[abracafcku]

I mean, I'm not even level 20 yet so yeah - I got room to grow.

[He turns back and chops the lettuce up, topping it with the julienne carrots and fresh tomato wedges. Then he slices some cucumbers up on top and conjures up some dressing. He slides this across the counter toward Haggar and then leans back, twirling a strand of hair around his finger.]

Lots more spells to learn and XP to gain.

[shroudedsecrets]

[She gives him a blank look as he passes the salad over. Certainly, it looks more appealing than most of the fare she allows herself, but that only goes so far. She does nothing else with it beyond glancing it over.]

Well done. I suppose.

[Was that what he wanted, praise? Was that customary enough? No, witch, you're supposed to actually eat the food.

She'll just. Ignore the fact that he was referring to his skills as if he were a Monsters and Mana character. Some people...

The cat boops his head into the fabric of her dress and makes a noise, and she fixes her gaze on him instead.]

...What? Stop that.

[The cat does not. He's a smart cat.]