| When Hunger Calls; Because food is important, ja? | |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Jul 29 2012, 08:38 PM Post #1 |
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"Yeah, sudie, Tager." Albus waved the Red Devil off as the giant man left, apparently called off to meet with Rachel and the other big characters in the war. He watched him go off before groaning to himself. "Dammit, back to nothing to do..." He whined, his face threatening to break into a childish pout. Sure, he was going to keep looking for a radio or television, but dammit, he enjoyed having someone to talk to! He was jumped out of his mental rambling by a low growl. He sighed, realizing that he was actually pretty damn hungry. He hadn't eating since he had dinner an hour or two before Rusty called him up and told him to get to him and Rachel. That was several hours ago, and there was the excitement of the Duct Tape mission. "Well, guess I better go make myself something." He muttered. He could continue the search for a radio once that was through. Luckily, Albus had remembered how to get to the kitchen despite running through the mansion for the past hour and a half or so. He walked right up to the large fridge, opening it and sticking his head right in. "Alright, what do these two got here..." He asked himself. There seemed to be a little bit of everything in the very well organized fridge. All sorts of fruits and vegetables, some different meats like ham and turkey, desserts...if you could think of something edible that needed to be refrigerated, there was a good chance it was in there. Albus grunted. "Choix, choix..." Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Smitejr | Jul 29 2012, 08:48 PM Post #2 |
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For Desmond, eating decent food was a relatively rare, sought after opportunity. He had subsisted on tasteless paste and bitter protein mixes for far too long, and while those do sufficiently well for keeping alive...it's certainly nice to take a break from it. Entering the kitchen, Desmond can hear his stomach complain. Burying mild surprise at the fact that his body still has the capacity to make noise, he resolves to train himself to prevent hunger from ruining an infiltration at an inopportune moment. Still, that could wait for a later date, as he notices the refrigerator, opened at the hands of another. Slinking up silently, he snatches up some sliced roast beef with practiced ease, almost too fast to be noticed. Still, the sheer size of the package made it an impossible task to hide completely. Turning to the man, he nods his head. "Are you hungry as well?" He had never spoken with the man before, though he has seen him around the mansion. He was with Rust often enough to have a portion of trust, though he could not discount the paranoia that had saved him countless times. If he was a spy or assassin, he would be the one to find out. |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Jul 29 2012, 09:08 PM Post #3 |
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Albus yelps and flinches away when the roast beef is suddenly grabbed by a foreign hand. He snaps his head back with wide eyes, but sighs in relief when he sees who it is. "Jøsses." He chuckles. "Of course our first meeting would be you sneaking up on me." He straightens up, fixing Desmond a grin. "Right, the name's Albus. Albus Scaslivy. I met Rusty after he and Monoc saved Nu." He turns back to the fridge. "Oricum, I've been keeping tabs on Rusty and you guys since Orpheus first showed up at his place." He glances back at the mercenary for a moment. "Good job busting Rusty out of jail, by the way." He starts grabbing a few items out of the fridge. Was that leftover beef stroganoff? Oh hell yes. He looked around a bit more before frowning. "No beer?" He said. All of the alcohol he could see was fancier drinks, and of course their was the question if Rachel even drank any alcohol herself in her child form. "Eh, hopefully they'll get some later." Deciding to grab a drink later, Albus shut the door and took the stroganoff over to a counter top. He set it down, then started opening cabinets looking for plates. "So, how'd you get here?" Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Smitejr | Jul 29 2012, 09:17 PM Post #4 |
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Desmond raises an eyebrow, and the sides of his mouth twitch in amusement. "You're rather talkative." Fishing through the refrigerator a bit more, he finds a jar of mayonaisse, and some havarti cheese. As he takes out some rather pointlessly fine bread, the beauty of what he would prepare almost breaks through his stoicism. As he assembles his sandwich, he looks up at Albus, slightly disapproving. "Are you going to eat that cold, Scaslivy? There is no rush." |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Jul 29 2012, 09:32 PM Post #5 |
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Albus rubs the back of his head. "Ehehe, I can be. Besides, running around looking at furniture lost it's charm a while ago. I was talking with the Red Devil himself before he got called away for some meeting." "Voch’, I'm gonna microwave it." He says as he pulls out a plate. He moves on to looking for silverware, soon finding a spoon. There was a lot of stroganoff, and he was going to look for something a little more later. Due to living on the streets, he had a tendency to eat a little bit of one food, finish his portion, then move on to the next piece of food. After depositing a few large scoopfuls onto his plate, he wrapped foil over what remained and returned it to the fridge. "By the way, just call me Albus man." He exclaimed as he returned to his plate and took it to the microwave. He put his meal in it and punched the buttons to heat it for one and a half minutes. He turned back to Desmond and smirked. "No need for any formality or anything. Anyways, you didn't answer my question. How'd you get here so fast? Rusty was hoping to get a hold of you, but you beat us to the punch." Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Smitejr | Jul 29 2012, 09:39 PM Post #6 |
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"I met up with Micah, and helped him hold against the Library until Rachel and Tager could provide reinforcement. It was a fortuitous circumstance that Rust was present here." Seeing that Albus was not going to take the entire container of stroganoff, he takes it, and pours some for himself. As he listens to him talk, he gives a twitch at hearing something. "I will have to ask you not to call my friend by the name 'Rusty.' He has made it known on several occasions that he detests that nickname. I would not like to have someone making fun of him behind his back." Desmond never had much in the way of subtlety in his speaking, rather ironic for his trade. So while someone else might hide his intentions behind lightheartedness, Desmond took this as deadly serious as he took just about everything else. |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Jul 29 2012, 09:54 PM Post #7 |
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A chill runs down Albus' spine at Desmond's seriousness. He knows that Des won't do anything unreasonable, but it's still intimidating to have him act like that. "Wow, you have the creepy assassin vibe down pat." He says, holding back his trademark grin to show him his next words were serious. "Well, Des...he's changed his outlook on that." He says with a shrug. "When I first met him- note that he thought I was some stupid guy that just collapsed in his room- I think I called him "Rusty Boy"...which, in hindsight, was totally stupid in case he still didn't like being called that. But to my surprise, he didn't care about me saying that. All he cared about is how I knew his real name was Rusty." Another shrug. "I...think he was using that to distance himself from his parents and how he probably shamed them." A ding from the microwave startles him slightly. He turns his attention to the fridge and opens it. He pulls out the stroganoff, finds another, smaller spoon, and takes a bit to test it. He makes a small noise as it reaches his mouth and swallows with some difficulty. "Hām̐, that's beyond warm enough." He says, sticking his tongue out. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Smitejr | Jul 29 2012, 10:38 PM Post #8 |
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Desmond stays silent, accepting the information with a shrug. It must have been quite hard for Rust, dealing with Nisa's teasing. She was the only one he can recall that called him Rusty with any degree of regularity. However, thinking of the red-haired girl is off limits. She was a dear friend, and not seeing her in the mansion had hit him hard. Not that he'd let it show, of course. "...I think I will continue to call him Rust, unless he asks me otherwise. I still find Rusty to sound uncomfortably close to a childish nickname." Mouth twitching once more, he gives a chuckle. "Although, perhaps it suits my friend better than I thought. I will have to speak with him on that later." |
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| GenocidalWurmpleArakune | Jul 29 2012, 10:58 PM Post #9 |
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Albus nods. "Yeah, no problem. He's fine with either or, it seems. I can understand where you were coming from anyways, so no hard feelings." He went to the nearest table and set his meal on it. He walked back to the fridge, letting the stroganoff cool for a moment while he grabbed something to drink. "Huh, what do you know. Root beer." He said, grabbing a can of the soda with a smile. "Either Valk has a taste for this, or they did get some normal shit for the rest of us. Şükür, otherwise we'd be stuck on water, tea, or fancy booze. Not that those's be bad, but this feels..." He trails off, grasping for the right word. "...Homey." He blinks. 'That's the word I choose for this, huh? Not something I've ever used.' He smiles. 'That's good.' He shuts the fridge and sits at the table on a stool. He looks up at Desmond. "So, glad to finally meet'ya. It seems like mostly everybody Rusty's met is here or already in the war." He grins. "I know you probably want to cool off from that right now, but if you don't mind me asking, you ready for what's coming?" Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Smitejr | Jul 29 2012, 11:12 PM Post #10 |
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Desmond bristles slightly. "Not everyone, not even close. Many people I would consider friends failed to rise to the occasion, and are likely now at the Library's mercy." Sighing, he shakes his head. He had let his emotions show, and it had left him feeling slightly drained. "I apologize for losing my temper. Yes, I'm ready for what's coming. If I am to have any chance of seeing them again, I have no choice." |
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