[Closed] February Catch All

[unyieldingmarch]

Who: Edelgard von Hresvelg and Various
When: February
Where: All over!
What: Some closed prompts for CR
Warnings: Just the usual warnings for Edelgard: potential discussions of violence and human suffering.



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[unyieldingmarch]

Certainly, Diarmuid.

[He certainly is well mannered. She's not against this, not in the slightest.]

You work here, then? Or is this a temporary employment taken from the bulletin boards?

[ua_duibhne]

Well... for as long as Sir Everett will have me, I'll stay on here. [He tilts his head to the side with a slightly sheepish smile.] It's not the kind of work that I'm most suited to but it supports myself and my Bonded.

[Berserker, after all, isn't the kind of person to take regular employment. Speaking of which... Diarmuid sets the tray down and produces a pen to match his notepad, scrawling a number at the top of the page. Maybe he should actually do his job.]

Ah, right- are you ready to order?

[unyieldingmarch]

[Goddess no he is not. Though imagining him in an apron....]

I am. I'd like a pot of Earl Grey.

[Bergamot as it's called in her own world tends to get a blink from most. Earl Grey seems to be the Earth name, so she'll go with that.]

And, if possible, some bread that's been out long enough to be a little crunchy. Day-old, some people call it?

[Strange request, perhaps, but since he's aware she's a vampire maybe not all that odd.]

[ua_duibhne]

[he's rocking a little apron and a kilt right now is that acceptable

A pot of Earl Grey... Diarmuid scrawls it down on his pad. It's a good thing, really, that no one else is going to be reading it because his handwriting leaves a lot to be desired. Less simple, however, is Edelgard's last request. He looks up with a slightly confused expression, pen hovering just above the paper. Looks like someone isn't up to date on his vampire lore.]

Day old bread? I'll... see what I can do. There's probably something like that around here. [He smiles sheepishly, as though apologizing in advance for what he's about to say.] Would cooled toast work if I can't find anything?

[unyieldingmarch]

[So very acceptable]

Yes...

[Edelgard manages a sheepish, if somewhat apologetic smile of her own.]

I know it's an odd request. Just...my fangs are growing in, and I want something to crunch against them. It makes them feel better.

[She's teething, Diarmuid. It's...unfortunate.]

[ua_duibhne]

[As it turns out, it's not so much lore as... common sense. At least he hadn't somehow offended her with his ignorance.]

I see! No, that makes perfect sense. [Mystery solved, he jots down that last part of the order.] Thank you, I'll be right back.

[With a nod, Diarmuid tears the paper from the pad and heads over to the counter, where he begins to prepare her order. Quiet as it is with only the two of them in the tearoom, though, he can't help but glance up again as the water boils.]

... this is a truly bizarre second meeting given our first.

[unyieldingmarch]

[She nods, smiling up at him.]

It is, truly. Much more...normal. [Or, hopefully normal. Nobody should have to regularly meet strangers in brawls with bigots.]

Hopefully a sign of more things to come.

[ua_duibhne]

[Nobody should have to but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a memorable and altogether fun satisfying way to do it. He's a Celt at heart, just one with slightly more common sense than most.]

Mmm. I think we all need a little... down time, so to speak.

[While they don't have anything in the way of stale bread, it only takes a short while to toast some bread and it isn't long before he's setting out the teapot, cup and saucer, and a small plate before her.]

Would you object to my joining you? It's about time for my break.

[unyieldingmarch]

[She accepts all of this gratefully, pouring herself tea and beginning to stir in a small vial of dark red liquid. Blood, obviously, given her condition.]

I wouldn't mind at all. Please, join me.

[She likes his company, and a normal conversation would be goo for her, she's certain.]