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middaeg2019-10-08 06:33 pm
cyclopticsadist) wrote in middaeg2019-10-08 06:33 pm
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Come get y'all Goose.
Who: Niles, Entrapta, and anybody else!
When: Oct 1-12
Where: Refugee district/outside the city
What: Killing Cooking and Serving Geese
Warnings: None as of yet.
Hunting
i) Open
[Niles was not normally an early riser, but several mornings a week this month he can be found up and about in the hour or so before dawn. Bow in hand, quiver fully stocked, and pulling a small cart behind him he heads outside the city walls to hunt. With a bounty set on goose feathers, and a whole mess of new residents to feed in the refugee sector, Niles saw an excellent opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, or rather, solve two problems with one dead bird. Care to try and tag along?]
ii) Open
[Hunting is a calming, almost meditative activity for him, especially when aided by his new feline senses. Tracking game has never felt so intuitive, so natural, although he finds himself unconsciously sneaking much closer than he needs to get a clear shot. One of these times he might forget about his bow entirely and wind up pouncing claws and teeth first onto an unsuspecting bird. As such, sneaking up on him or startling him is ill advised. Better announce your presence first if you want to approach him mid-hunt.]
iii) Open
[By midmorning he's finished, some days with a full cart, others with less impressive hauls. Either way he's stopped at the entrance to the city proper and has to wait for city officials to thoroughly inspect each and every bird he's shot for signs of infection. Logically, Niles knows this is reasonable. The Cwyld is serious business and with quarantine procedures too much is better than too little. Emotionally however, he's grumpy, tired, and doesn't like standing around impotently while others pour over his work and discard some of his hard earned catches. So he passes this time by plucking any of the approved birds until the inspectors are satisfied. Feel like giving him a hand?]
Head Chef
i) Closed to Entrapta
[Niles grew up in the slums, and while the refugee section of town wasn't quite as derelict, it was far from comfortable lodgings. He's not skilled with a hammer, has no experience with building, and all of his skills in companionship and entertaining are far from kid friendly. His expertise at thievery, subterfuge, stalking, and assassination were also not very helpful for the work that needed doing. But the monsters rescued from Dorcharcht still needed their help, and Niles had more sympathy for them than just about anyone else he'd ever met. The sudden and overwhelmingly positive upheaval of their lives was familiar to him. Being yanked from desolate circumstances into relative luxury was its own kind of challenge and came with a unique set of growing pains and he'd be damned if he was going to let them face that alone. The least he could do was make sure they faced each day with a full belly, just as Leo had done for him.
So just outside of the bustle of construction and renovation Niles has set up several long tables. He's got a large stew pot on one, a few partially butchered goose carcasses next to it, an assortment of knives and pans and other donated equipment scattered about in a haphazard sprawl. This is where he brings Entrapta now, gesturing at the space he's claimed for his kitchen.]
An oven would be great, but mostly I need stoves. Stew is always the best choice for serving large crowds, but that takes time, and until then I'll want to be at least searing some meat and serving it along with bread and whatever other donated goods we can get our hands on.
[He looks to her expectantly, waiting for direction, his eye darting over the mound of parts and pieces she'd brought with her.]
ii) Open
[Pop-up kitchen now fully functional and stew pot simmering away behind him, Niles spends the remainder of the day chopping, peeling, frying, salting, slicing, seasoning, and serving whatever donated food he can get his hands on to hungry refugees and workers. Niles isn't exactly a culinary genius, but he's practiced at taking humble ingredients and making the most of them. His food is filling, flavorful, and satisfying, but don't take more than your fair share. His supplies are tight, and he's keeping a watchful eye over portion sizes, trying to make sure there's enough to go around.]
((OOC: Head Chef ii) is more exposition than anything else, feel free to tag in requesting a specific order, returning empty dishes, complimenting or critiquing his food, volunteering to help, whatever floats your boat.))
When: Oct 1-12
Where: Refugee district/outside the city
What: Killing Cooking and Serving Geese
Warnings: None as of yet.
Hunting
i) Open
[Niles was not normally an early riser, but several mornings a week this month he can be found up and about in the hour or so before dawn. Bow in hand, quiver fully stocked, and pulling a small cart behind him he heads outside the city walls to hunt. With a bounty set on goose feathers, and a whole mess of new residents to feed in the refugee sector, Niles saw an excellent opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, or rather, solve two problems with one dead bird. Care to try and tag along?]
ii) Open
[Hunting is a calming, almost meditative activity for him, especially when aided by his new feline senses. Tracking game has never felt so intuitive, so natural, although he finds himself unconsciously sneaking much closer than he needs to get a clear shot. One of these times he might forget about his bow entirely and wind up pouncing claws and teeth first onto an unsuspecting bird. As such, sneaking up on him or startling him is ill advised. Better announce your presence first if you want to approach him mid-hunt.]
iii) Open
[By midmorning he's finished, some days with a full cart, others with less impressive hauls. Either way he's stopped at the entrance to the city proper and has to wait for city officials to thoroughly inspect each and every bird he's shot for signs of infection. Logically, Niles knows this is reasonable. The Cwyld is serious business and with quarantine procedures too much is better than too little. Emotionally however, he's grumpy, tired, and doesn't like standing around impotently while others pour over his work and discard some of his hard earned catches. So he passes this time by plucking any of the approved birds until the inspectors are satisfied. Feel like giving him a hand?]
Head Chef
i) Closed to Entrapta
[Niles grew up in the slums, and while the refugee section of town wasn't quite as derelict, it was far from comfortable lodgings. He's not skilled with a hammer, has no experience with building, and all of his skills in companionship and entertaining are far from kid friendly. His expertise at thievery, subterfuge, stalking, and assassination were also not very helpful for the work that needed doing. But the monsters rescued from Dorcharcht still needed their help, and Niles had more sympathy for them than just about anyone else he'd ever met. The sudden and overwhelmingly positive upheaval of their lives was familiar to him. Being yanked from desolate circumstances into relative luxury was its own kind of challenge and came with a unique set of growing pains and he'd be damned if he was going to let them face that alone. The least he could do was make sure they faced each day with a full belly, just as Leo had done for him.
So just outside of the bustle of construction and renovation Niles has set up several long tables. He's got a large stew pot on one, a few partially butchered goose carcasses next to it, an assortment of knives and pans and other donated equipment scattered about in a haphazard sprawl. This is where he brings Entrapta now, gesturing at the space he's claimed for his kitchen.]
An oven would be great, but mostly I need stoves. Stew is always the best choice for serving large crowds, but that takes time, and until then I'll want to be at least searing some meat and serving it along with bread and whatever other donated goods we can get our hands on.
[He looks to her expectantly, waiting for direction, his eye darting over the mound of parts and pieces she'd brought with her.]
ii) Open
[Pop-up kitchen now fully functional and stew pot simmering away behind him, Niles spends the remainder of the day chopping, peeling, frying, salting, slicing, seasoning, and serving whatever donated food he can get his hands on to hungry refugees and workers. Niles isn't exactly a culinary genius, but he's practiced at taking humble ingredients and making the most of them. His food is filling, flavorful, and satisfying, but don't take more than your fair share. His supplies are tight, and he's keeping a watchful eye over portion sizes, trying to make sure there's enough to go around.]
((OOC: Head Chef ii) is more exposition than anything else, feel free to tag in requesting a specific order, returning empty dishes, complimenting or critiquing his food, volunteering to help, whatever floats your boat.))
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Anankos, the Silent Dragon. One of the First Dragons who lost his mind and went mad when I was a child. He was the patron of my homeland, Valla, and he destroyed most of it before he set his sights on Nohr and Hoshido. There's little, if any, left of Garon inside that body. He's a corpse under Anankos's control.
[ she realizes this is all hard to believe, since the curse kind of...wiped all mentions of Valla from the history books, she guesses? or maybe Valla was always hidden. she regrets not being able to learn more about her home country before it was all but scorched off the map ]
Telling everyone this would have solved so many of our problems, but... [ a pause ] Valla was beget with some sort of curse after its destruction. If anyone attempted to speak a word of it, or Anankos and his involvement, they would very swiftly and very painfully die.
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Interesting.
[Curses, dragons, a secret country. Maybe back in his world, before he'd arrived here, he would've protested or disbelieved her. But as it is, he's seen far stranger things since coming through his mirror.]
...I suppose none of that really matters now though, does it.
[His eyes linger on the line of children. Whatever perils still existed in Azura's world or his own are far beyond their influence now.]
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But it vanishes, replaced by her usual blank stare. She shouldn't have expected any other reaction. He doesn't know her as a friend, this weird version of him from a different universe. ]
It doesn't?
[ ...... ]
I have been prioritizing matters here. But I've still things to finish, if I end up able to leave this world.
[ she's still got a mad dragon to kill ]
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[His emphasis on the word makes it clear he's taking the pessimistic stance on that particular possibility. But he realizes that technically it's a possibility.]
So maybe it might matter again eventually, but at present...
[Niles trails off, then shrugs.]
I try not to worry about things I don't have to.
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[ She knows. She had a similar point of view with someone who thought he'd absolutely be going home soon. ]
I'm a worrywart at heart.
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[He hadn't seen what had become of Azura, but he knows that she didn't come back out with Corrin after Garon was defeated.]
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[ narrowing her eyes a little ]
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You die during the battle against Garon. Self sacrifice of some sort as far as I can tell.
[A good thing about the Dorchacht kids is that Niles basically doesn't have to watch what he says around them. They've seen far worse than merely death.]
1/2
Azura's eyes widen and she falls silent for a few seconds.]
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...I can't be surprised. If we went after Garon instead of Anankos, I would have tried to exorcise him.
[ and a possession that deeply rooted wouldn't have been easy to cleanse ]
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Even at the cost of your life?
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[ said firmly. ]