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Post by King Atlas on Apr 18, 2016 15:02:57 GMT
 The cafeteria was noisy today. Well, it was always noisy, but Atlas had noticed it in particular today. Really, it might have been nosier than it usually was. Maybe it was always this noisy and he just didn't pay any attention to it like he did now. Shit was always happening here and he had just learned to tune it out. He'd learned just to tune a lot of things out after coming here. So much shit going on. Atlas didn't feel like doing anything. He wasn't bored, he just didn't feel like doing anything. It was a lazy day. A lazy day for him to relax and just get drunk. Admittedly, that would probably take more effort than this cafeteria would manage. Really, the place had gone to shit ever the Counter Guardian had quit for whatever reason. No clue why that was a thing, but whatever. Since then, Atlas could only content himself with alcohol and gummy bears from the goddamn snack shop. Woe be to Atlas, having to subsist on such a diet. Well, it wasn't subsistance, Servants didn't need to eat, or drink, or really anything like that. Atlas liked doing it though, made him feel just a little bit more human, rather than a mass conglomeration of mana given physical form. Leaning back a bit in his chair, he took another drink from his glass. Scotch, he'd been feeling scotch lately. Didn't like it on the rocks, too watered down. But it'd wear off, and then he'd probably move on to something else. For now at least, he'd just sit back and enjoy a quiet day.
tags: open notes: 3 2 1 let's jam |
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Post by SALEM on Apr 19, 2016 15:26:23 GMT
Salem was so happy - it had been such a great day! The youthful, slender woman had been bored since her successful inception at Chaldea, full of long days with nothing to do and promises of mission that never came because of stupid reasons like, "we don't need to blow up the whole town" or "we just did blow up a damned town and weren't even trying", so the witch had decided to take a bit of an off-day of her... nothing, really, since she'd been in hiatus since her paperwork had been finished.
Thus, she'd flown to the nearest town, some odd hundreds of kilometers away - a pity of a trip on her magic broom, really - hid the apparatus from the local peasantry since Chaldea would get mad, and set about exploring! She'd entered several establishments where human feed could be found, yet could only find one awful, russian carbon-copy burger joint, which nevertheless had been an amazing, juicy experience. Then they told her she needed 'money', to which Salem replied by possessing one of the other customers and having them pay their bill. Actually, she'd done that for every single place she visited.
After purchasing some modern clothes - she needed those, even if for a witch they were rather colorful and unfashionable - the Great Witch of Salem, Mother of Magic in the Americas had been faced with a terrible sight! A dog, weeping and whining as his limp leg struggled to stand proud against the ground, his poor belly grumbling in hunger. No animal should suffer in this terrible, communist-ridden land while a representative of the Land of Freedom was around! So she made another poor sod named Ivan buy a burger, and fed it to the mangy doggie after making it an ointment to heal the leg. But when she turned around, the Great Witch of Salem, Mother of Magic in the Americas had been faced with a terrible sight!
Hence and repeat plus some pitiful begging later, Salem had found herself... well, here. In Chaldeas.
With about thirteen dogs following her about - technically fourteen, but that one was a wolf, probably - she pranced about the halls, having connected her mana supply with every single one of them. Earning her fair share of confused, befuddled looks from staff that was supposed to have been long desensitized to weird sights. They'd all been given baths, of course, in a frozen lake she turned into a hot spring on the way back, and it had been a long walk, but finally, her canine squad found themselves their home.
And they were hungry again.
The witch spots the downtrodden Atlantean, figuring they could start fresh! "Oy, where's the feed, sucker?!" How friendly! "What's that colorful grub? Seems so tiny, are you on a diet?"
He didn't look fat.
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Post by emiya on Apr 19, 2016 17:13:59 GMT
For the second time, I brave death and danger to appear in the cafeteria. Once again wearing full-body mixture of camouflage and chef garments, I up the threat level further. While the first time seemed to go off without much in the way of problems, that had been in the graveyard shift, when there were only a small number of Heroic Spirits present. Now, I was tackling rush hour, with a crowded room.
It was worth the risk, though. Today was boring, and Tamamo was nowhere to be found. He needed to get his mind off what had happened, anyway.
I quickly prepare some dishes to make up for the line that'd inevitably form, staples from his time manning the cook position officially instead of secretly. I then ring the bell, coughing as I do so. I affect an absurd, vaguely Arabic accent as I announce. "The Mysterious Chef of Justice is here! Your woes of substandard eating are at an end!" Hopefully distancing myself from who I actually was enough, I begin to cook furiously, managing different stoves and cooking devices that would require five human cooks to manage.
The human cooks, recognizing vaguely a familiar presence without making the final step, step up to help, and soon enough there's something resembling the old assembly line going. Why they needed my direction and support, I didn't know. But what I did know was that I felt vaguely content for the first time since the camping trip. The heat and concentration true cooking required was a joy that I missed more than I thought I did.
Unfortunately, it's only at that point that I hear...barking? Masked by the hustle and bustle of the crowded cafeteria, the dogs alert me to a certain table. A certain table where a destructive Counter Guardian with little control over her mouth was standing. Talking to a certain destructive Overlord of Atlantis who held a rather specific grudge with him.
Better them than Tamamo, but not by much.
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Post by King Atlas on Apr 22, 2016 1:29:41 GMT
Now what the fuck is this? It's always something around here. It turns out it's always something around here even when he's not actually doing anything. Atlas filed this away as evidence that he was not the cause of everything wrong in Chaldea like... almost everyone told him, really. Thinking on it, he was really on most everyone's shitlist, wasn't he? Well whatever, he could just deal with that shit then. Not like there were a lot of people that could fight him fairly anyway, so he could just let whatever was going on go on. Then he saw who it was. Atlas raised an eyebrow, he didn't recognize her. But she was clearly not an innocent civilian if the Servant presence and the gaggle of canines following behind her was anything to go by. He found himself ever so slightly more disgusted with Chaldea that they were now summoning literal children to do their fighting. This place got worse every single day. Still, this wasn't really how he wanted to spend his day, and it was starting to irritate him. Atlas was just trying to have a goddamn drink, and here comes this strange little girl dragging a trail of... what the hell. There was a wolf. Why was there a wolf? But, it was so fluffy. And cute. Atlas turned from his seat, reaching down and picking up the large canine with no fuss whatever. He looked into its steel like eyes, blinking before muttering. "... Dogs." He stated, before his features turned into a joyous grin. "... I LOVE DOGS!"
tags: SALEM , emiya notes: dogs are awesome man |
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