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Post by Erik Blaze (Roin) on Aug 26, 2015 17:04:11 GMT -5
[/font]" While that wasn't necessarily true, the trio of girls all groaned and turned in unison to beckon toward the back. "Father, onii-chan is being mean!" The old man in the back, wearing the attire traditional to chefs, could only frown at them... but finally moved to leave the back with a small plate of food in one hand. Composed of a salad and a single broiled fish, it was placed on the table as the girls gave their angry glare between the father and son. " Erik, you-" " I'm still with Fairy Tail! It's not my fault you tried to capitalize on my skills without asking!" The air in the restaurant was tense, the girls frowning at the exchange before moving to leave the room. It was one of the few times Erik was known to get mad for any other reason beside cooking. But it made perfect since, the man's dislike for waste carrying over to the waste of jewels and ingredients his father went through from running the place alone. It was an old building by now, but the oldest sibling had never been one to care for this new family business. Cooking was his passion, but he was young enough to want to adventure and old enough to know full well that the best ingredients weren't going to be found simply by staying in one town. His passion for magic and cooking easily outweighed all of this... and the Fairy Tail mage was not going to abandon the guild that stuck by him even without payments because of his potential as a mage.[/ul] |
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Post by Elliot Steinfield on Aug 29, 2015 9:17:35 GMT -5
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"The Hero..." a man burst through the door,
"demands a sandwich!"
Elliot stood just inside the entrance of the small restaurant. Both of his hands were resting on his hips with his elbows pointed outwards on either side. With his chest puffed out high, and his glasses hanging haphazardly off one eye, he strolled further into the restaurant, towards the blue-haired boy and his similarly-styled harem. Without even asking, he slipped through the crowd of girls and sat across from him, flipping his bright blonde hair to the side and straightening his glasses as if nothing had ever happened.
"Unless you don't serve sandwiches... uh... in which case, anything tasty is fine! Anything appropriate for a.... a man!" he chuckled nervously, but at the same time he trying to keep up his 'manly' act. He turned towards the boy who was now seated across from him. "Hail, young traveler! It seems you are in Fairy Tail! I totally was not listening from outside!" he extended his hand in greeting, attempting to get a handshake. He could tell that this boy did not work at this establishment because of his attire-- despite how much he looked like the waitresses. "My name is Elliot, but you may call me the hero." he flipped his bangs back again. "It seems you have your own harem. I congratulate you!"
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Post by Erik Blaze (Roin) on Aug 29, 2015 18:57:44 GMT -5
[/font]" While normally the cook was all for mooching off of people, someone this rude and with seemingly nothing to offer had more or less set the cook off. As his father went back to the kitchen with a frown at the sandwich order, the oldest child quietly grabbed the fork and knife on his plate and set in to cutting and preparing the fish more properly. With trained hands of a cook, the act looked like some form of theater art with the angled cuts and pivots of each hand to allow the fork grip and the knife to cut. While he set to do this, the sisters resumed chatting but with their eyes on the pair with clear suspicion of their second customer of the day. Erik, however, simply raised a perfectly-squared cut of the fish on the end of his fork and motioned toward the blonde-buffoon. " But yeah... I am part of Fairy Tail. The name is Erik. Not sure where you come from, but I take it you're not from it if you got the time to snoop around!" Completely without any basis, the statement was no doubt just a jab at the intrusion. Bringing the fish to his mouth and letting it vanish within, today was certainly either going to be a hassle or an interesting day. Erik wanted to have a full stomach for whichever way it leaned. If that meant eating in front of someone who lacked a meal and coming off slightly rude or dismissive... then he could suppress the inner merchant and gregarious nature he generally had for now. At least until this Elliot-person explained why he decided to sit at his table and spy on their conversation.[/ul] |
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Post by Elliot Steinfield on Aug 30, 2015 19:49:10 GMT -5
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Elliot could tell that his magnificent entrance had not left a good impression on the boy sitting across from him. Something like that did not sit well with him. People admire confidence, right? Why was Elliot's acting any different? He just did not understand. His sheltered upbringing did not do him good. His wide smile wavered, with the side of his mouth twitching with tension. A single sweat drop ran down the top of his forehead, to which he quickly wiped away with his left hand.
"I-It's getting rather hot in here!" he said nervously. It was rather apparent that his manly persona was wearing off by now. "It must be because I'm here! Haha!" He said, puffing out his chest again. It quickly deflated.
"Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Elliot, and I am a member of Lion Heart." He scratched his head, looking rather apologetic. "I did not know that those girls were your sisters. Hey-- that must make you a bro, huh?" A nervous laugh. More head scratching. "I just... it's so rare to find other mages, you know-- so, I uh..." He looked towards, the kitchen, hoping that the girls would save him by bringing food. "Yeah."
This was not going as planned.
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Post by Erik Blaze (Roin) on Aug 30, 2015 21:30:32 GMT -5
[/font]" As if to accent this, Erik turned the fork over and dug it into the fish... before sending tiny spires of flame circling down the object to "splash" over the fish. Texture meant everything and his father lacked the skill to make a fish not feel like some slippery meat. Raising the piece to his mouth, the food singed still and giving a small glow, the Fairy Tail mage tucked it away. The heat of it was certainly challenging to keep in, tears coating his face momentarily from the heat, but Erik had it swallowed in only a moment. The sisters had been watching still from some way off, the sounds of the kitchen audible as the sandwich was prepared for the Lion Heart mage. " Not that I'm not picky about my food. I'm not terribly picky about a lot of things, save the quality of ingredients and how I should cook them." The last statement came as the man prepared to tear away another portion. Truth be told, despite a rather spoiled upbringing on the road... Erik hadn't grown up being terribly picky. His clothing wasn't a personal choice but rather the best for travelling through various weathers. Even his use of magic wasn't specifically for one use or another, shown in the small use for just eating. But this person from a guild called Lion Heart... it did make him wonder why someone would spy on him and then backpedal into an apology. It's not like they were trying to recruit a cook since the opening spiel was like this. It was like this blonde-haired boy was trying to take him on a date or something without asking if Erik was interested in company. Perhaps it was his hair... all he knew was that the fish tasted bland and the texture was the only thing even saving the meal after the quick use of flame.[/ul] |
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Post by Elliot Steinfield on Sept 2, 2015 9:30:49 GMT -5
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"'I doubt you could make a room as hot as I could?'" Elliot laughed. Despire their rough start, he was beginning to like this guy. "Well, I guess we'll just have to put that test away for later." He paused. Did that sentence make sense? Did this boy even understand the small joke he made? Did any of this make sense? Oh god, did he mess up again? "Uh, testing who's hotter, I mean.-- I mean, of course its me!" He gave a short pff. "But I'm just saying I can prove it to you later." He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back into the seat and nodding his head.
"So you can cook, huh?" A sly grin came across Elliot's face. "Then I think you'd be a perfect housewife." He completely passed over the comment. Elliot didn't even think that it could have been interpreted as an insult. "Say, how about you and I go on a mission, sometime?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at the kitchen. "Your sisters may be cooks, but they're definitely thieves." He chuckled. "They stole the stars and put them in your eyes~" He chuckled, backpedaling on himself internally. What was he doing?! What even was that line?! What was this insanity?!
Elliot cleared his throat. He had to set this straight. He was straight, after all... right? What even was straight? He was raised as a girl, so didn't that mean liking guys mean he was straight? But now that he knew he was a male... "Of course, I mean you stole the stars, and... uh... put them in their eyes." His left eyebrow twitched. "Your whole family is..." he cleared his throat again. "Uh, very...." Think, Elliot, think! "Very... cunning." Wait, that had nothing to do with the physical beauty he was talking about earlier! "... uh, I mean, beautiful." Elliot stopped talking. It was time to stop digging that hole deeper into the ground.
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Post by Erik Blaze (Roin) on Sept 4, 2015 11:46:37 GMT -5
TO S E R V E AND P R O T E C T 535 words
Not only had this weirdo saw fit to dwell on his statement of heat, but the guy blabbed on right after it by calling him a housewife. Those two things had made Erik raise a brow while chewing his meal... but then the guy tried to mention his sisters being cooks or something. All the while, Erik chewed and watched with a rather blank expression. It was no secret to those that truly got to know Erik that he wasn't out to bed men and women across Fiore... but this blonde seemed to stumble over it like he was already imagining what the Fairy Tail cook looked like under his clothes. All he could do was mentally roll his eyes, well aware of the few times people joked and later found out he burned his clothes off on more than one occasion.
What followed, however, was a series of attempts to recover his footing. Elliot was practically a school girl with how the guy handled the "merchant's charm" of a feeding Erik. All the cook had mentioned, after all, was his taste in food and that he was confident in his abilities to heat up rooms. It hadn't even been intentional flirting, but somehow the Star Cook had made some suggestive dialogue and it was carrying into some big, embarrassing mess for the Lion Heart "hero". The final comment of being beautiful had only drawn a snort and look of amusement from him.
"You might want to be careful calling people beautiful when they don't deserve it. I'm a man with a handsome face, not the... looks that my sisters have."
Despite the statement, Erik knew full well that he shared a lot of the features that were passed off to his sisters. They were practically buxom versions of him... with cuter faces that lacked the edge he'd earned from falling and hitting stoves while training. To include the fact that they shared most of their mother's features would only accent that further... which brought a grumble out of him that didn't stay very mental.
"Doing a job or something wouldn't be a bad idea, though. So long as I don't have to wear a dress. One job I had a few months ago had some real weirdos trying to flirt with me because of my damn hair."
That had certainly been an experience, Erik shoveling a final piece of fish into his mouth before pushing the fork down and into the meal to hold it for the moment. As his father brought out the sandwich for the other mage, quickly leaving due to the atmosphere the annoyed male had, all Erik could think of was the fact that his hair got him into a lot of trouble. It practically grew back overnight with how it would often catch flame and need to get cut. Ever since his youth it had always been long... and it finally reached a point that he just stopped cutting it beneath a certain length. That had created a lot of problems when he was forced to remove his hat.
"Despite that... you should probably let me handle talking to people if this conversation is anything to go off of..." |
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Post by Elliot Steinfield on Sept 9, 2015 19:39:32 GMT -5
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Elliot shrugged. The blue haired boy seemed like he didn't like the comment about being called beautiful. Elliot never understood that-- that is, why males seemed so adverse to receiving praise about their aesthetic features. It was a compliment, after all, and not an insult. The word 'beautiful' described the mountains, the rivers, the setting sun, and the peaceful ravines. Elliot saw all the beauty of the world in this boy, and that wasn't even beginning to start on his personality. If anything, anyways, it would be better than calling him dirty or poorly clothed.
"I said what I meant." Was all Elliot said on the comment, leaning back into the back of the chair and crossing his arms over his chest. "You had to wear a dress for a job?" He gave a hearty laugh. The whole ironic tone of his comment just got to him. Elliot, the boy who had been forced to be a girl, was hearing a normal boy complain about having to wear a dress for a single time. He chuckled some more.
"Look, bro, I'm sorry that had to happen to you." He nodded, suddenly putting on a more serious look. "Here's my business card. Let me know what mission you want to do." With another sudden smile, he got up from the table and waved. "Of course I'll let you do the talking. he winked. "I'll be going now~ "
Elliot left the restaurant, and in his seat there laid a hearty amount of jewels. An informal note read 'Thanks for feeding me! The meal was excellent.'
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