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Post by Marinette Lévesque on Jan 2, 2016 8:48:08 GMT
The tray in front of her had far too much food for a single person, the cafeteria lady- a pleasant enough woman who obviously hadn’t studied enough do better in life (of course there was every chance she had wanted to pursue a career as a dinner lady, but it didn't make sense to Ruari who would have rather died than been caught playing food wench to a bunch of magi) hadn’t asked too many questions about her larger than life order. Instead she’d only had to wait a ridiculously long time for the woman to unceremoniously dump the worryingly large amounts of food on the large tray for her (and for Tam, she wasn’t going to eat it all herself of course, that would be stupid). With what was probably the worst part over, the red haired magus made her way from the long line of people, many of whom had been held up by her massive order, and scanned the area. A quiet seat by the corner would have been good, ideal really as ‘tamed’ as Tam Lin was she didn’t particularly trust him with people who could potentially annoy him. Of course depending on the time of day and how hungry he was that could range from probing magi to people who looked at his food the wrong way.
However finding a seat had been harder than she had imagined it would be. It was all easier said than done as most places were either filled with people, some chatting nonchalantly, or far too close to the centre for her to even consider. Perhaps she could take the food outside? No, that would be uncomfortable and demeaning. And while Tam would have been pleased with anywhere, he could wait a little while for hid food. She didn’t starve the poor creature, he was damn well fed. As she tried not to dwell too much on the feeding habits of her familiar an empty table caught her eye. Perfect! Close enough to not make her look like a complete loner and her awful case of resting bitch face would probably ward others away.
Damn, a single person was sat on her perfect table. Just her luck.
Sighing gently she glanced at the small creature on the ground, then at the food on their tray—cooked meat was a treat for the guy, it would be cruel to take away a little luxury because she didn’t feel like sitting with people. Also, the tray was getting heavy and her arms were getting tired. She had to try to look on the bright side, there was no logical way that everyone at Chaldea could be vapid and uninteresting. Without dwelling on it much longer she approached the table, Tam trailing behind her.
“Is it alright if we sit here? Doesn’t look like ye have much company.”
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Post by Natasha on Jan 2, 2016 19:58:29 GMT
Well, well, well.
First it’d been the Servants – those scumbags who took her time, her work, and her worth; acting all high and mighty as they stole her signature. It was all she had, her wondrous magecraft; it was supposed to make her unique and interesting and important – and yet, look now! She was just a cog in a machine now that Chaldea could do all the mana fuss for itself. It was awful! She was cool and important and – and no one dared question her specialty! All she had to her name now was a reputation for getting missions done… and all that meant was that people thought she was diligent! She wasn’t diligent! She hated working! God damn it!
And look now! She could hear it from her seat… the new thief of her talents; another magus, no less! Her magecraft was supposed to be special! So why was woman stealing her claim to fame?! The person who ought to be the one lording over the lunch crew… was Natasha! The glutton with a figure to match! Sometimes! And powers linked to her weight, so no one could question her diet! But no, here was this bitch who was stealing HER show! She hated it! She hated it, she hated it, she hated it! What did she do to deserve this? Why couldn’t things go back to before all this Grand Order garbage?! She just wanted her long, quiet days and grandiose meals back! Waaah!
Sitting before her own veritable banquet of a lunch, Natasha practically leered at her new guest (as much as someone blind could, anyway) – her bad mood was far from subtle, especially as this new princess came along to rub in the damage further. But, she was a lady… she could not get too temperamental! Especially since she might get in trouble for that. And that meant no food at all! ”…that is, fine.” grumbled the presently heavy-set blonde haughtily as her Scottish guest hovered over; her own Russian accent sticking out quite noticeably with a bad mood on her mind. She really did her best to cool off a little bit, although still certainly sulking as she chowed away at her third burger…
”So… you’re a big eater, hm?” rumbled the supposed lady, refusing to give her newfound guest the time of day – she had to make her stance and rank her quite clear! ”I suppose you think this is all very funny. Perhaps you should make acquaintances with those greedy Saber Servants instead of hanging around us Masters. It’s quite clear you want to stand out, so I’d recommend you should find a safer manner than this. You might be involved in an unfortunate… incident, otherwise.”
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Post by Marinette Lévesque on Jan 5, 2016 0:03:13 GMT
The moment the other woman gave her permission, Ruari sat down just in case the other changed her mind. Oh, Russian! Or maybe it was Ukranian? Bulgarian, perhaps? Ruari didn’t know, but still it was interesting, and it got her thinking. Was the heavyset blonde a local? Would explain the extra weight, one would need a lot of padding to survive in the frozen wastelands that some parts of the country consisted of. Maybe the woman’s speciality had something to do with it all? Perhaps she’d inquire later, whoever the blonde was she’d been chosen for a reason and it may have been interesting to learn about it at some point. You know, provided the taller woman stopped glaring in the general direction of both Ruari and her…little, pink ball of not fluff familiar.
Maybe it was best that she looked on the bright side, the blonde had no reason to mock her for her accent. Instead she’d settled on telling her off in a way that could only be described as a princess’ tantrum over something somewhat petty, there was something restrained about it but that didn’t make it seem any less silly. Why would she go and speak to some magical constructs summoned by Chaldea when she could attempt to make what could potentially be a lasting, human connection? Not that she particularly needed anything like that, if it wasn’t for the whole ‘eating, exercising and having to come out of her room to socialize (and make important links)’ thing her mother seemed so insistent on she’d be much happier studying and improving her craft.
Nevertheless she motioned for Tam to get on the table and begin eating as she idly took a bite from a Yorkshire pudding. She hadn’t realized eating a lot was an important thing here. Or that Saber servants were all gluttons, she truly was learning a lot from this little interaction.
“Not really, it always seemed like a waste of money. The big eater thing I mean, it's better to use funds for research in my opinion. Besides, it's not food for me.” The red haired magus paused for a moment as she watched the little familiar devour one of the many meat dishes on the tray ravenously, deciding to ignore the comment about wanting attention."Really, it's almost all for him."
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Post by Natasha on Jan 17, 2016 11:03:14 GMT
Ruari’s defence earned a confused look from Natasha – okay, she was new to the whole ‘bad girl’ role, but she was pretty sure this wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Ruari’s accent didn’t help her comprehension of the situation much either… err, she felt like she was really missing something here. Had she talked to someone really high rank by accident or something? But, it wasn’t like Chaldea was too divided… oh gosh, maybe it was some kind of guest?! No way, the administration would have said something about it… damn it, well, she was no worse than most of those stuffy old magus. She just had to play it cool! Play it real cool…
”…I-I see. So you consider it… inefficient.” mumbled Natasha, looking like she had to rethink her entire life – just like that, someone had trampled over her signature lifestyle… was this Chaldea trying to send her a message, somehow? She did help with research, though… ah, this was just unfair. But, Ruari’s next comments distracted her – there was someone else here? B-But she’d only heard the chair move once, and only one pair of footsteps, and there was only a single scent, right…? Hrm, this was a conundrum.
”Hm! So, you think that excuse will save you! How entertaining! Ha, ha, ha!” mocked Natasha, albeit doing a poor job of having any confidence in her words – much less the elegance she was dreaming of. ”Let me be clear here… I’m the stereotypical glutton of Chaldea! So don’t even dream of keeping up with me… and don’t touch Ai, while I’m at it!” growled the blonde, deciding she ought to go all the way if she was going to embarrass herself. Even if this person was a big shot in Chaldea or whatever… if she played up her stereotype, she ought to be safe!
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