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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

[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.]

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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.]

[abracafcku]

We made a deal, Kova and I. I'm practically Taako Galaxy, Cat Whisperer at this point.

[Smart kitty. Gooooood kitty. He's proud of you.

Taako flips a fork around in his fingers and then holds it out to Haggar. It's not anything soectacuoar, but the dressing should be to her tastes and the vegetables are refreshing at least.]

So unless you're an elemental construct that only needs the light of the sun... Well moon, I guess, considering your complexion - dig in.

[shroudedsecrets]

[What is this terrible conspiracy. She could just teleport out of the kitchen right now and have that be the end of this.

Except she doesn't, because... well. She needs distraction, even if it's dealing with inane situations. That has been her entire experience on the Fleet.

She holds her hand out palm up for the fork after another cat nudge.]

You seem... eager for approval.

[Her tone and expression remain fairly neutral... but reluctantly, she'll begin to eat, albeit with small, cautious bites.]

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I have to pull my slim, little weight on this ship, don't I?

[Once she's eating, he turns away and starts cleaning up. Why is he stuck with the crew that doesn't care about food? What cruel world is this?

Taako takes another small morsel of fish and changes it to a piece of salmon. Then he leans down and holds it out to Kova.]

Per our agreement.

[shroudedsecrets]

[Sorry, Taako. Caring in general is incredibly difficult, let alone about food. If it helps, though, she's fallen into a thoughtful silence with it--to his credit, she is still eating, when she could have avoided this situation entirely.

Not that he knows that, really.

Kova at least knows what he's about, as he gives a positively knowing catlike glance his way, and with a flick of his tail, hops over to take that morsel with proper gratitude. He might even accept a pat.]

[abracafcku]

[She's eating and that's all he can really hope for. People who don't care about food are the sorts he can't really understand, but he knows everyone needs it and as long as she eats, he'll be needed to make it.

Taako smiles at the cat and offers his hand afterward, seeing if he'll rub his face or sniff at him. He's not about to make his greatest ally in Project Don't Starve angry. ]

Your cat is awesome by the way.

[shroudedsecrets]

[He's in luck. Kova sniffs carefully at his offered hand, before giving it a rough lick and then rubbing his head in it. A cat that likes to be the one to make the first move.

Haggar isn't as easily won over, even if she has to admit to herself that this food... wasn't so bad. Better than she'd had for a while, if only because she didn't care enough otherwise.]

He has taken to you.

[She really doesn't know how to feel about that either.]

[abracafcku]

[So he looks like an angry purple alien cat, but ohmygods he just got a kitty kiss and Taako is melting on the inside. He bites his lip and gives Kova a gentle scritch on the chin.]

I'm a fairytale princess that's why.

[Also he is bribing the shit out of this cat now. Time to give him all the treats.]

Is he not usually friendly?

[shroudedsecrets]

It may be that the circumstances have altered his temperament... although it is far more likely that he only seeks to improve his own comfort in an unfamiliar place.

[By befriending someone who could feed him well. A smart creature.]

[abracafcku]

I don't blame him.

[A creature after Taako's own heart. Just to cement the deal, he conjures a piece of catnip and holds it up to Kova's nose.]

So how long have you been haunting this place?

[shroudedsecrets]

... Roughly, around six phoebs.

[She frowns slightly at herself for her terminology.] Or months, as they are called. It has been less time for Kova.

[Kova seems fascinated by the catnip. It is new and he has never encountered that before and he does not know what to think of it. He sniffs at it and bats at it almost immediately.]

[abracafcku]

[The fuck is a-- oh. Ooookay, that cements it. This elf lady might look like an elf, but she is definitely not. He's never heard anyone refer to a month like that.]

How have you survived on such crappy food for six months is beyond me.

[Taako waves the catnip a little and smiles.]

Poor Kova. It must have been so hard for you.

[shroudedsecrets]

It did not matter much.

[But now, looking at her half-eaten bowl, she wonders if she should find it in herself to appreciate the improvement. ...Not yet?

Kova meanwhile, is entranced by this new strange plant. What is it, can he have more, as he pushes his face up into the plant.]

For him, I am certain it has been.

[Watching him play with the plant is a little distracting for her too.]

[abracafcku]

[He glances up from playing with Lova, eyebrow arched as he sees the salad mostly eaten. Yeah right - not important, sure. Then he's back to waving catnip. Eventually, he sets it on the countertop and rubs his fingers against Kova's face. That should get the scent right where it matters.]

Then rejoice because Taako is here to improve all of your lives.

[shroudedsecrets]

[Half a salad is more than what she would usually bother to feed herself with. Enough to get by, maintain, an inconvenience.]

Taako is very generous with his gifts.

[Too generous, really; it's almost suspicious.

As for the cat, he immediately makes a low rumbling sound that is the opposite of a growl. He doesn't know what's going on but he likes it?]

[abracafcku]

Well yeah. [He runs his fingers along Kova's cheeks and u the middle of his face, gently petting his forehead. Cats aren't so bad after all.]

I have to make sure none of you chuckleheads die of malnutrition. I can't fly a spaceship on my own.

[shroudedsecrets]

[And to think that Taako had wanted to throw a fireball at him when he first arrived. What a win for Kova.]

Do not worry. I am certain the fleet has precautions in place should such a thing occur. Unless they think it would be entertainment value to see you piloting a ship alone.

[But clearly that was not his augment.]

[abracafcku]

[What a win for Taako, too. Now he has someone who actually cares about food, even if it's just for raw fish.]

Oh I'm sure I'd nail it, but it'd be boring and I'd rather not.

[And he's seen malnutrition and experienced starvation. He'd prefer not to go through that again.]

Finish your salad, Snowball. I'll figure out something else for you to eat when it comes dinnertime.

[shroudedsecrets]

This has been more than enough.

[She sets down her fork.]

I can finish the rest at another time, so you need not worry about preparing something else on my account.

[abracafcku]

No dice on that - salad that's been sitting a few hours is not at a salad at all.

[It'll get soggy and gross, Haggar. That's just....ugh. No.]

I'll make you something else when it comes time - but I am not letting you eat salad leftovers.