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exsiliumlogs2013-04-08 09:25 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-04-08 09:25 pm
[People to See/Things to do]
Date: The afternoon of the 8th; the evening of the 9th; throughout the day of the 11th
Location: Apartment 608 x2 combo; various shops and streets throughout Exsilium
Characters: Asch, Kido, and Elliot; two redheads and a colonel; and then, finally, Asch and whoever decides to hassle him.
Summary: An evening of cooking and recipe exchanges, as promised, plus maybe some roommate interference; Jade actually explains something; and then one redhead out on the town, celebrating being alive... sort of. You know, in the most tsunnish way possible.
Warnings: Talk of death possible in the open prompt, and certain in the second one.
Closed to Kido and Elliot -
[The kitchen is as clean as he can make it in an hour or two - really, Asch should have made Elliot learn to mop, but that's a lesson in self-sufficiency for another day. For right now, it's good enough for having a guest over, especially one who knows how inadequate Elliot is when it comes to housekeeping. Maybe the idiot will stick around long enough to learn a thing or two about cooking.
When he goes to open the door, his sleeves are uncharacteristically pushed up past his elbows, revealing a couple of scars across the back of his right hand and forearm. He's also very nearly smiling.]
Come on in.
[No standing on ceremony here; he doesn't wait for a reply before heading back towards the kitchen, although he does stop long enough to glance at the kitten curled up on the couch, fast asleep.]
Closed to Jade and Luke -
[He'd been expecting Jade to come calling after that encounter in the streets, and on some level Asch was waiting for it. He's still not exactly ready to answer the door when it's knocked on, with a bit of flour on his shirt and the kitchen still only half-cleaned up. His hair is pulled back with one of the elastic hairbands he'd picked up in the town, although a few strands of his bangs are falling into his face when he opens the door. His slightly frazzled expression becomes more serious when he sees the man standing in front of his door, and Asch winds up leaving a few streaks of flour across his forehead as he pushes his hair back in an attempt to make himself a little more presentable.]
Jade. It's about time. Mind the cat.
[The aforementioned ball of white fluff peeks around from behind Asch's ankle, looking curiously up at Jade with two differently colored eyes. Asch nudges her away from the door with one heel before stepping back to let Jade inside, gesturing towards the standard set-up of couch and chairs in the living room.]
I'll make some tea, if you can give me a few minutes.
[A pause, as he turns back to the kitchen.]
...If you want to bring Luke over, just bang on the wall. I already told him what I know.
[That the fonons of his body were leaving for his replica's - Asch's words aren't entirely free of resentment, but he manages to hide it by focusing on clearing enough space on the stove for a kettle. The kitten follows him there, winding around his ankles as he slides a few cookies off a cooling rack into a plastic container.]
Open -
[Someone got their obligations done early this morning, and seems to have taken a day on the town - Asch can be found poking through any number of the smaller shops today, but it seems like whatever he's looking for, he's not having much luck finding it. His search seems to be mostly through the more expensive jewelry in the antiques stores; it's the more old-fashioned gold that catches his eye, not the brightly colored plastics, although none of it seems to catch his attention longer than a few moments, anyway.
Later, he can be found inside a small bakery, looking over an assortment of cakes, pies, and other sweet things. For the most part, he seems to be making faces at them, apparently finding them all too sweet for his liking. Eventually, he points out a fruit tart, and once the baker has put it in a nice little box for him, he steps back out into the rain, settling down to one of the smaller cafe tables under a cover nearby to eat. There's a second chair there that he doesn't seem to be paying any attention to...
Finally, later in the evening, he's slipping around the back alleys of the city, a bit farther out from the Hold. For the most part, he ignores the buildings that are obviously occupied; instead, his attention is on the ones that don't have anyone living in them, most of which are in sore need of fixing up. He passes, and then comes back to, what seems to have been a restaurant of some kind in years past - the windows are broken through, however, and even from the outside the damage of a large fire is obvious. Asch doesn't look like he particularly cares, though - when he can't yank the boards from the door easily, he goes in through one of the windows instead, his boots crunching on broken glass.]
Location: Apartment 608 x2 combo; various shops and streets throughout Exsilium
Characters: Asch, Kido, and Elliot; two redheads and a colonel; and then, finally, Asch and whoever decides to hassle him.
Summary: An evening of cooking and recipe exchanges, as promised, plus maybe some roommate interference; Jade actually explains something; and then one redhead out on the town, celebrating being alive... sort of. You know, in the most tsunnish way possible.
Warnings: Talk of death possible in the open prompt, and certain in the second one.
Closed to Kido and Elliot -
[The kitchen is as clean as he can make it in an hour or two - really, Asch should have made Elliot learn to mop, but that's a lesson in self-sufficiency for another day. For right now, it's good enough for having a guest over, especially one who knows how inadequate Elliot is when it comes to housekeeping. Maybe the idiot will stick around long enough to learn a thing or two about cooking.
When he goes to open the door, his sleeves are uncharacteristically pushed up past his elbows, revealing a couple of scars across the back of his right hand and forearm. He's also very nearly smiling.]
Come on in.
[No standing on ceremony here; he doesn't wait for a reply before heading back towards the kitchen, although he does stop long enough to glance at the kitten curled up on the couch, fast asleep.]
Closed to Jade and Luke -
[He'd been expecting Jade to come calling after that encounter in the streets, and on some level Asch was waiting for it. He's still not exactly ready to answer the door when it's knocked on, with a bit of flour on his shirt and the kitchen still only half-cleaned up. His hair is pulled back with one of the elastic hairbands he'd picked up in the town, although a few strands of his bangs are falling into his face when he opens the door. His slightly frazzled expression becomes more serious when he sees the man standing in front of his door, and Asch winds up leaving a few streaks of flour across his forehead as he pushes his hair back in an attempt to make himself a little more presentable.]
Jade. It's about time. Mind the cat.
[The aforementioned ball of white fluff peeks around from behind Asch's ankle, looking curiously up at Jade with two differently colored eyes. Asch nudges her away from the door with one heel before stepping back to let Jade inside, gesturing towards the standard set-up of couch and chairs in the living room.]
I'll make some tea, if you can give me a few minutes.
[A pause, as he turns back to the kitchen.]
...If you want to bring Luke over, just bang on the wall. I already told him what I know.
[That the fonons of his body were leaving for his replica's - Asch's words aren't entirely free of resentment, but he manages to hide it by focusing on clearing enough space on the stove for a kettle. The kitten follows him there, winding around his ankles as he slides a few cookies off a cooling rack into a plastic container.]
Open -
[Someone got their obligations done early this morning, and seems to have taken a day on the town - Asch can be found poking through any number of the smaller shops today, but it seems like whatever he's looking for, he's not having much luck finding it. His search seems to be mostly through the more expensive jewelry in the antiques stores; it's the more old-fashioned gold that catches his eye, not the brightly colored plastics, although none of it seems to catch his attention longer than a few moments, anyway.
Later, he can be found inside a small bakery, looking over an assortment of cakes, pies, and other sweet things. For the most part, he seems to be making faces at them, apparently finding them all too sweet for his liking. Eventually, he points out a fruit tart, and once the baker has put it in a nice little box for him, he steps back out into the rain, settling down to one of the smaller cafe tables under a cover nearby to eat. There's a second chair there that he doesn't seem to be paying any attention to...
Finally, later in the evening, he's slipping around the back alleys of the city, a bit farther out from the Hold. For the most part, he ignores the buildings that are obviously occupied; instead, his attention is on the ones that don't have anyone living in them, most of which are in sore need of fixing up. He passes, and then comes back to, what seems to have been a restaurant of some kind in years past - the windows are broken through, however, and even from the outside the damage of a large fire is obvious. Asch doesn't look like he particularly cares, though - when he can't yank the boards from the door easily, he goes in through one of the windows instead, his boots crunching on broken glass.]
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You'd be better off with a cardboard box. It would leak less.
[He lifts a burned out board with the toe of his boot and flips it over.]
I think this was a restaurant at some point.
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[Is that a joke? It might have been a joke. Hopefully, it was a joke.
And thanks for stating the obvious, kid.]
I'm more interested in if there's still a way up to the second story. It looked like there was living space up there.
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Even if you fixed up the top floor, what would you do about this space?
[He ignores the crunching of glass as he walks toward the back. There has to be a staircase somewhere.]
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[He's padding back through the doors into what once was the kitchen on the same mission - many of the appliances are still in place, although a mostly ash-free space on the wall shows where a stove was hauled out by looters. Asch uses the back of his glove to sweep some ash off a counter.]
At least then, I wouldn't be living off handouts.
[His distaste is clear.]
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[There's a bunch of debris piled up against a doorway, suspiciously. The elf boy examines it, then tries kicking it a couple times. He's not sure why he's helping this guy, but maybe he's curious too. He's never considered living outside the Initiative building before.
Boards split and fall, and enough light peeks through to show there's a staircase behind. He tries to move the broken countertop, but he's not strong enough. There is, however, a hole big enough for the kid to make trouble.]
This looks promising.
[He tests the shaky foundation with a foot, finds a good place to stand, and crawls through.]
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[Three meals a day for which you didn't pay~ whoops there's no way he'd know that song.
Asch pauses to watch the kid slip through between the walls - damn, but the kid's quick. The redhead, on the other hand, is strong enough to knock the countertop over and then kick the door open - it makes quite the racket, but it serves his purposes just fine.]
Wonder who set up that obstacle.
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Someone who didn't want to be bothered.
[The stairs have seen better days, but they look like they'll hold some weight. Belth takes them one at a time. Lacking a railing, and noticing how rundown the building is, he doesn't want to chance falling through a hole and breaking an arm
again.]My master, Adrasteius, is an accomplished chef. He made the banquet for the masquerade ball a few months back.
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[He'll let the kid clear the stairs first - no reason to stress them with the weight of two bodies. Besides, if it breaks under the smaller body, then it'd probably break under him as well - there's no doubt that he weighs more than the kid in robes.]
A masquerade? Must have been before I arrived.
[Because hey he'd remember a party like that. He hasn't been to anything of the sort in years.]
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Belth scales the stairs easily. It's a relief not to have to fight every bit of this building just to get to the top. He steps aside so that the redhead can scope out the place for himself; in the meantime, he's peering around with the eye of a scavenger.
Old orphans die hard.]
Looks like you were right.
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[He scales the stairs easily after the boy, but careful notice would show that he stepped in pretty much the same spots as Belth did, not willing to risk any of the others. Old assassins die hard, too. Asch is pretty careful to check his weight in case of rotten floorboards as he opens another door and moves into the upper apartment proper.]
Looks like the fire didn't damage up here so badly.
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[Belthazar lingers in the doorway for a minute, then turns and follows Asch. Not particularly close, like he's stalking him or anything, but to see if there's anything interesting over yonder.
A few springs and some cloth-wrapped boards are all that remains of the couch. The elf boy ignores it and examines the desk in the corner instead, looking for old books or... anything, really. He finds an odd assortment of coins, but that's it.
He stands up.]
I think this building is salvageable. There aren't any gaping holes in the walls up here, and the structure is secure.
Are you going to do it all by yourself? It'll take money and manpower, too.
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He comes back into the living room, looking over the rest of the remaining furniture. Nothing really useful, and a leak in the roof over an old armchair.]
The roof needs some work, and some of the walls need replacing, but it's certainly livable, especially up here. If I get the upstairs fixed up first, I can move in before the lower section is done.
[In response to the question, he shrugs.]
I haven't really got anything better to do with my time. I'm sure there's probably people I could convince to help out in exchange for a room, too.
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He inspects the hole in the roof, and the subsequently rotting armchair. He considers, then raises a hand and freezes the water where it is. A temporary fix, to be honest.]
I am... somewhat interested in seeing what becomes of this place. The last time I saw a building restored, it happened with dark magic. I should hope you know better than to use such shortcuts.
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[Asch is scowling equally, at least up until Belth raises his hand and does... something to the roof. It's like a fonic arte, but Asch has certainly never seen any of those that are more precise than a five-foot span or so. His eyes get a little wide as he steps over towards the leak to examine the kid's handiwork.
...Magic, huh.]
Given that I've never heard of those shortcuts before, I don't think you have to worry.
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He /is/ special, and he /is/ talented, but not just because he can use magic. It's an elf thing.]
That's good. It would be better if no one made pacts with demons at all, but there are always people desperate to steal power.
What is it?
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It's not something anyone from my world can do. That's all.
[He'll heartily agree to the stealing power bit, though. Mohsball, anyone?]
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[Belth arches an eyebrow.]
How do people do anything without magic? This dead and barren world is the result of a world without magic-- a world where people focused on destroying each other instead of delving into the mysteries around them.
Pitiful, really.
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[He's here to scout a building, not spout philosophy. Asch goes over to the apartment's kitchen - much smaller than the one downstairs - and starts poking through the cupboards, but he keeps talking as he goes.]
There's always going to be people who use their power over others who have none. This world might be an extreme case, but it's not the first or the last.
[Besides, it's not all that dead and barren. Not compared to some of the places he's been.]
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Unfortunately, yes. However, it remains that physical labor isn't one of my specialties, and I am not the only one.
[He hesitates. He really shouldn't take any interest in what a human is doing, but...]
What is your name?
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[Not surprising - most fonists were physically weak, too. Unless they were a certain genius Colonel, they spent their time learning artes instead of physically training.]
It's Asch.
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Asch, [he repeats. It sounds rough, like a Gilnean name.] I am Belthazar.
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Pleasure to meet you.
[It's really tempting to take some of these pans home...]