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hisbutler_bound) wrote2010-08-06 06:44 pm
hisbutler_bound) wrote2010-08-06 06:44 pm
Nevermore Tasks 015
[Sebastian's getting rather bored with nothing to do and no progression. A table appears into view with the butler's hands at the main point of focus. He's near the lake within the grass where a good picnic spot under a tree is located. He sets down a few fabricated glass dishes. In one he cracks a few eggs and starts to whisk them, waiting until the foam. It took him a couple of hours to obtain them. Omelet chickens alone were hard to find and more than half the time he didn't get regular eggs, but omelet eggs themselves.
Picking up two canisters he sets the smaller one in the middle of the big one, and then pours in the foam, adding sugar to it as he whisks it slowly until it starts to stiffin. In goes the strawberry milk from one Pinky the cow and then the lid is sealed. Ice and salt are added to the outside area around the smaller can and again it's sealed.
His tongue sweeps out, slowly licking over his bottom lip as he turns the can and slowly rolls it back. Those crimson eyes focus on the can alone, waiting for the insides to churn slowly. Delicately the canister sweeps over his hands, along his fingers, his wrists and his gloved knuckles. Only when he sets it back down does he open it, revealing the pink strawberry icecream within.
Picking up a spoon, he dips it inside, scooping a little to bring it up to his soft lips, capturing the taste and sliding the spoon out clean]
Mm. Sweet and just right.
[His red tongue again curls at the edge of his lip, licking a little. A perfect treat for semi cloudy august afternoon. Just what souls will he attract to such a treat he wonders. Who is willing?]
Picking up two canisters he sets the smaller one in the middle of the big one, and then pours in the foam, adding sugar to it as he whisks it slowly until it starts to stiffin. In goes the strawberry milk from one Pinky the cow and then the lid is sealed. Ice and salt are added to the outside area around the smaller can and again it's sealed.
His tongue sweeps out, slowly licking over his bottom lip as he turns the can and slowly rolls it back. Those crimson eyes focus on the can alone, waiting for the insides to churn slowly. Delicately the canister sweeps over his hands, along his fingers, his wrists and his gloved knuckles. Only when he sets it back down does he open it, revealing the pink strawberry icecream within.
Picking up a spoon, he dips it inside, scooping a little to bring it up to his soft lips, capturing the taste and sliding the spoon out clean]
Mm. Sweet and just right.
[His red tongue again curls at the edge of his lip, licking a little. A perfect treat for semi cloudy august afternoon. Just what souls will he attract to such a treat he wonders. Who is willing?]
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[He tilts his head a little. Alucard would kill if he tried? But wasn't he biting people as well?] Is he hunting?
[Perhaps a little lie was in order. No need to tell her just who killed who.] It was under my impression that he didn't hunt anymore, but he had before he disappeared and returned.
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[She seemed to perk up at the mentioning of other vampires. At her newest acquaintance's next question, she frowned slightly. Was Alucard hunting..? She always saw him drinking blood bags and she recalled him mentioning that he had.. promised not to.]
Ah.. I do not zhink zo. He iz alvays drinking zhose disgusting blood bags. Zhey do not compare to zhe vonderful taste of fresh varm blood.
[She ignored the fact that those were what she brought with her. She wasn't allowed to hunt either because of him. Something that annoyed her.]
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[His hand rests against his chest and he dips like a proper gentleman] I did not mean to get your hopes up.
I would never eat or drink anything so false. I gave up that life long ago, knowing only to eat. Only the best food, the perfect delicate tastes will ever touch my tongue.
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Zhat iz okay.
[She couldn't help but pout at his next words.]
Zhen you are luckier zhan I. I am forced to drink zhe mockery of delicious blood or to eat zhe animals I hunt to feed mein pet yondare. I vould love to be able to hunt, to leave a vake of carnage az I fed on zhose zhat vould fall to mein hands.
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[A little smile touches his lips at the thought of feeding upon his master, going back to making another batch of ice cream]
Mm.
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I ztill zay you are lucky.
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This is yours, lucky or no.
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Zhank you~! I vill make sure to zavor it~!
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But don't let that master of yours have any, okay? I can count on you, right?
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[She just continues to smile as she nods a little. Despite her capability of destruction and her fear of her 'Master', sometimes she could be somewhat child like.]
Zhough.. I vould not conzider him my Master.. more like varden right now.
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[It certainly seems like it with the way she talks]
A warden. You have mentioned him locking you up.
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Vell, it feels like it at zhe very least.
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Because he restricts your movements, perhaps. It's not so bad being a pawn.
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Tch. I am alvays zhe pawn und never zhe queen.
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Then stop being a pawn.
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But... maybe...?]
I am not sure if it iz zhat easy...
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Isn't it? A choice is always yours, no matter what happens. It is your choice to stop being a pawn.
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[Rip hesitate for several moments, still clutching the canister and umbrella as thoughts race through her head. She gives him a thankful smile.]
I better get zhis to zhe freezer before it melts.
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As you wish. It was a pleasure meeting you.
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[She turns to leave, her mind still racing as she heads off back towards her.. prison where here warden awaits.]