I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 20, 2018 14:08:16 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. He could have rolled his eyes at her but he didn't. Instead, he continued eating. "I was fine, the only reason I didn't drink more was because bastard here shook me around like a fucking earthquake." He stopped chewing when Mot huffed at him and he shot the bear a warning glare before going back to what he was doing.
"And I said with no good reason. If I wouldn't do it for Masanori, don't do it for me." He clarified, cleaning the plate without too much of an issue, considering he was a seven foot and ten inch male that had gone most of the day without really eating anything at all. He finally crossed his legs while sitting on the edge of his bed, reaching to take the offered medicine from Yara. It was a hell of a stretch to reach the parts of his back that had been cut, but he pulled it off.
Looking back to Yara, he stared at her for a moment before turning his attention to his room once again. The place was clean, nothing seemed out of place despite his drinking. Assuming that the room had been clean, he decided to drop burning her again for admiring how well she'd fix the place up. Now, he just felt a burning shame that somebody had cleaned up his own mess, and was here, now, managing him like a grouchy pre-teen.
This wasn't his first rodeo with drinking his self to the floor, he easily drowned his memories, muted his nightmares and cleaned afterwards without anybodies help. He didn't say anything though, but now he was pretty sure that he'd have to time and control what happened while doing this better. What are the odds that a foot soldier, somewhere they shouldn't be without orders, passed by his door at anypoint while he was making noise.
Low, really fucking low, he'll tell you that. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Feb 20, 2018 15:53:07 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. She raised an eyebrow at his insistence “Sometimes a good earthquake is good for ya’” she said mildly. Yara relaxed inwardly a little at his words, this was progress on his part and she was grateful for that. She took the bandage wrappings from him when he was done and dropped it to the bucket she had brought earlier. It was too dark for her to check if he had any bad enough that needed to be stitched up and she wasn’t going to impose any more on his personal space without proper lighting. At any rate at least, they would be cleaned enough that infection wouldn’t set in. “I can tell you with certainty I have no intentions of making a habit of being in here. Just happened to be running errands for the med ward when you were dealing with your…earthquake.” She held her hand out waiting for him to hand the plate back to her. If he didn’t need much else from her she would gather up the empty plate from Mot’s side of the bed and the rest of the items she had used for her task and excuse herself. She was reminded of the fact that it was past midnight and she had been too busy dealing with this situation while past dinner time. She would scrounge something up when she dropped the dishes off back at the kitchen before she went to off on her own
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 20, 2018 16:21:16 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. "It'd be unproductive to kill a foot soldier and would greatly displease Ganon." He huffed out again, uncrossing his legs and letting his bare feet drop to the floor. "And yelling at you for this would go against what I've been fucking teaching you anyways." His voice was rough with sleep when he tried to speak up, so it stayed low.
Reaching up behind his head, he pulled his hair out of a bun and cussed as he freed a knot, putting it back into the bun before looking back at Mot with a sigh. The large bear had fallen back asleep, large body rising and falling at an incredibly slow, but very deep pace. "Have you eaten." He asked after a while, pushing his self to his feet and finding his Hylian boots. "And if you haven't, do you like spicy foods?" The higher ups of the clan ate away from the rest of the clan from time to time if they found themselves so caught up in discussions that they don't want to stop talking, so they just go to an area and continue discussing while finding something to eat.
Axel had a strange infatuation with spicy foods, and not many of the other blademasters could handle the strange dishes that he made. But the master did learn how to make Axel's favorite dish, so that was at least a sign that it wasn't because it was too difficult to pick up on. It's just that it was... spicy. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Feb 20, 2018 17:37:30 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. “Well that’s a relief,” she stated mildly brushing her bangs back from her face. She still wasn’t used to the shortness of her hair and she found herself brushing it back further than she intended so she just scratched the back of her head awkwardly for whatever damned reason. She diverted her eyes instinctually as he stood pulling his hair free. Something about being reminded of his immense size and the rawness of him tugged annoyingly at her mind and she scowled softly. She was pulled out her ill-advised musings when he spoke and she snapped to attention. “Oh…uh no I haven’t…spicy food? Sounds great.” She coughed and it occurred to her she had never really had spicy food. Fuck it. She wasn’t going to bitch out due to inexperience. Probably wouldn’t be the last time she inadvertently signed up for something he went to include her in without having the know how behind it. She would take spicy food if it meant having some time with him that didn’t include some sort of bitch out. What’s the worst that could happen?
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 20, 2018 19:35:41 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. Axel continued walking out of his room as he fixed and straightened his pants. The worst of the wounds would be fine as long as he didn't strain them back open, and he decided not to mess around with pulling a shirt on just to make sure the wounds didn't pop back open. As he made his way down the passage way, his foot steps were light and Mot stayed in bed, keeping it warm on subconscious command. He was cold, still hung over by just a bit, and still hungry.
Once he made it to a certain door, he pushed it open and stepped inside and immediately gripped a clay pot off of the counter, placing it in the center of a table. He moved over and collected a few other things from the ice he had kept it on. Checking it, he made sure it was still fresh enough to prepare before getting the stuff out to start cooking. "I was planning on cooking earlier but I guess I forgot." He stated simply, almost in a joking manner if it weren't for the tone of his voice.
Turning to Yara, he set the sliced squid and other foods to the side to cook. After a moment's consideration, he moved over and sat down to wait, laying his head on the table. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Feb 20, 2018 20:32:21 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. She treaded lightly behind him, her bare feet absorbing the cold in from the stone. The winter nights were long and clear like a breath of fresh air. The cool nipped at the nape of her neck leaving soft trails of goosebumps. She carried the items with her and placed them down in the bucket just inside the doorway once they were inside. She listened to him as he talked to himself and kept watch as she propped herself on the table just as he put his head down beside her. She was close enough that she could make out Mots fur plastered along his large shoulders. She almost backed up from the proximity but thought against it; worried that her shifting weight might disrupt his hungover spiral. She took this chance to catch a glance at the wound on his back assessing if there were a bigger problem than she suspected. Right now, they weren’t, they had sealed up rather nicely but would easily reopen if he pushed them unnecessarily. She realized she could get used to the quiet of this sort of exchange between the two of them. It probably would be a rarity but she felt what reservations she had lower as he didn’t constantly exude an air of anger that she felt she had to buffer against. She felt the urge to reach out and comfort him but she restrained herself. She had only made contact with him once before and that was under extreme emotional circumstances for her. Though it had been the first time someone had touched her were they hadn’t been beating her. For good or bad that instance was seared on her memory. “What can I do to help?” she asked instead. Her voice didn’t carry the heavy weight to it like she normally did instead it just had the softness of a young woman who was tired of the world weighing down on her. The night was always a safe place for her to go in search of refuge and to hide her secrets; she figured that like him she ran to the dark recesses of herself. However, hers were stripped bare; having brutally laid to rest those which plagued her so frequently. Now it was simply discovering what demons lie in wait, waiting to be discovered.
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 21, 2018 12:10:13 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. While he listened to the fire the pot was set on come to a boil, he looked over to Yara's question. There wasn't too much he'd ever want help with, and this was one of these situations, but... He didn't want to grunt dismissively and just leave it at that. So instead, he grunted and threw his thumb over his shoulder, motioning to the gratuitous amount of thick, long bear fur covering his back and laying over the wounds.
He'd swat it off his self, but... "If I try it while my head's still in a fog, I'll end up reopening them." If she brushed the fur off of him, he'd wait until she was done before he got up to check on the cooking Squid and vegetables. Walking over to the clay pot with a wooden spoon, he pulled the lid up, the pungent smell of fermented spiced cabbage easily filling the air. Reaching in, he grabbed a slab of the reddened cabbage and took it over to where he could cut it and place it into the pan with the rest of the sautee'ing squid and vegetables.
After a couple of trips, he had a good amount of brine from the cabbage in the broth of the dish, he made sure the cabbage left over was well pushed down inside of the brine before putting the lid back on it and placing it back in it's original spot. After a little while longer, he grabbed a clay plate and put a good bit of what he just cooked onto it, passing it to Yara. He didn't say anything, but grabbed his own plate and a pair of chopsticks, easily lifting up a piece of squid, green bean, onion and cabbage in one practiced go before stuffing it into his mouth.
He made his fermented cabbage extra spicy, intolerable for most others that weren't used to spicy foods. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Feb 21, 2018 14:00:47 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. Narrowing her eyes at the back of his head she questioned if he was some sort of psychic telepath and if that was the case she was seriously screwed. Either that or she wasn’t as closed off as she had tried to be. Either way she was relieved he didn’t dismiss her efforts at teamwork; he at least seemed to be the teacher that implemented his instruction instead of setting himself above them.
Without so much as a word she deftly and gently cleared his back of the offending fur, making sure to be careful around the wounds. Her own scars twisted painfully as her fingers worked over his scar-laced back. She kept her’s covered though both ashamed of the weakness implied as well as the weakness it might present. She bore the mark of lesser men and it was shameful to her.
She brushed those thoughts aside along with Mots fur and went to disgard it in a trash bin before going to the sink to rinse her hands off after she drew water from the pump. She cussed softly to herself as her left forearm began to spasm at the poorly inflicted wounds from a few nights prior, the memory of that child sinking its teeth into her arm from the dream flashing into her mind and then it fazed into the memory of her sinking her dagger over and over again into its chest as it took on her visage.
She didn’t say much, just fiddled with her bandages and sat down lost in her own thoughts as he set about his work. Unfotunately getting wrapped up in the memory of a traumatic nightmare had her fidgeting more than usual with the wounds as nasty whispers buzzed through her ears. She snapped out of it when he sat the plate in front of her and the smell permeated her nose. She didn’t know it but her nervously distressed fidgeting had reopened one of the two holes in her forearm, it would take a while before the blood would seep through the bandages though.
She began to eat silently still getting wrapped up in her mind again as the distinct burn if the spice hit her after a few bites. Whatever it was he made was really good; however, she was not used to the spice and it hit her hard as her skin began to flush. She coughed a couple of times fighting the urge to panic at the heat, clearly visible signs of discomfort lined her face but she pressed on until it platuaed into a steady burn. Once reaching that point she was able to appreciate the food again but she refused to wimp out and abandon it entirely letting her stubbornness dictate until she was done.
She would have to work on her tolerance level if she was going to be exposed to his cooking. She would take that over the general bland food though and it was much better than what she had been subjected to her in childhood. She would take this fire over rocks and sticks any day no matter how much her body would hate her later.
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I find it amusing how you think you're tough AND funny. Pick one or the other.
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Post by Axel Hagane on Feb 21, 2018 16:26:21 GMT -8
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest. I'm ready for the fight, and fate. He spared her the lecture he was holding for scratching your wounds when he noticed her fidgeting. Instead, he focused on eating in a controlled manner as she coughed a few times. Lifting an eyebrow, he looked over to her with a sly grin. "Fermented Cabbage, red pepper salt brine, squid, green beans, carrots and onion." He took another bite, chewing the rubbery squid slowly.
After swallowing, he turned back to her. "Picked up cooking as a sort of hobby. I like bananas, yes, but with how I was growing, I needed more than that. So I started experimenting." He was still talking evenly, breaking his sentences apart with bites. "The cabbage takes a couple of days to ferment in a clay pot. You don't ice it, and it's a special type of cabbage. You want thin leaves." He specified, picking up another mouthful of food before finally swallowing that to talk in more than short bursts. "You cut the cabbage in half, then split the bottom of it. Then ya wash it and take some salt. Start to rub it between every leaf of cabbage and let it sit for half thirty minutes. Then you flip it. Thirty minutes, flip, thirty minutes, flip. The cabbage will have created a salty brine."
He went on to explain creating the porridge and how to cut all the different vegetables that went into the porridge. Then he explained the crushed and dried red pepper that was the core mix of it. How you'd rub it in between every leaf of cabbage after ripping it in half once again. Then you'd fold the cabbage as you worked and pack it into the clay pot. "It's the spiciest thing I work with. And if you have any cabbage left over that won't fit into the clay pot, you can just eat it as it is. It'll be a little crunchier and not as sour and spicy, but it's still good." He explained, crossing a leg over his other as he began to eat once again, bouncing his foot slowly.
"Can you cook at all?" He decided to ask, looking over to her. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS GANGNAM STYLE
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Riiiight...good luck with that
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Post by Yara on Feb 22, 2018 4:43:23 GMT -8
I am immune to you. You are immune to me.
We are both sick souls with the same disease. She listened to him silently as he went into detail about preparing the meal and though it wasn’t something she fully grasped or found riveting she found herself paying attention. She had learned that Axel wasn’t a person that wasted words and if he was talking to her about something as ordinary as cooking it had to be for some point and purpose. The deeper implications that he just needed someone to talk to escaped her entirely on the simple fact she doubted he would have picked her of all people as someone worth investing that type of companionship with. She wasn’t a people person and had kept herself isolated through the last nine years if she could. But, she responded to his efforts of conversation, no matter how light the subject matter when he addressed her entirely.She shook her head slightly “No, after a while you lose liberties when you try to run.” She muttered softly. “consider me an empty bucket at this point. What I do know is very sparse and comes and goes,” she said lightly tapping her head. After more than a fair share of head injuries she was sure her mind had holes and they don’t teach you anything on a banana plot except how to work the fields. Why she let that much out she didn’t know and she chided herself silently as she crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back into her chair.She didn’t understand why he even bothered with a broken little mule. She was everything he wasn’t. She was weak, she was unskilled, she was…a daughter of Ganon. That last thought embedded itself cutting off the destructive line of reasoning in her mind. She wasn’t that person anymore…no she wouldn’t be that person anymore. She was going to be someone worth respecting someday; someone with a purpose. She looked up at him matching his gaze if he was looking in her direction and she loosened her posture again to be less closed off. It was painfully clear even to herself that she was fighting the urges to regress as she sat here with him but something just kept pushing her to go against that instinct. As she rested herself in the table she noticed the blood seeping through her bandage and she hung her head in exasperation trying to slide it inconspicuously off the table to hide it as she hoped he hadn’t seen it. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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