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melodiesoflife2016-10-17 12:45 pm
sesenta) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-10-17 12:45 pm
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Prelude to Terrible Things
WHO: Akane Kurashiki, OPEN
WHAT: Akane is not having much luck mastering her Magitek Knight and Engineering jobs. All she wanted was to drive around in a giant robot! And why can't she master a simple dish of spaghetti and meatballs?!
WHEN: October 17th
WHERE: Calm Plains / House B-08
Calm Plains
Having just begun learning Magitek Knight, and with Squall no longer present to teach her, Akane was basically on her own to figure out the complexities of this unique job. The armor itself, at least, was very cute, and it did a decent job keeping her off the ground and away from most medium and small monsters as she tried to figure out how to pilot the thing. That was the easy part, at least. Rather than whirring around with the mechanical 'KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK' of regular Magitek Armor, it sounded as if the Armor were wearing squeaky slippers. Cute! And a little more stealthy, as squeaks were quieter than 'KA-CHUNKS.'
Once she felt comfortable enough moving in the armor, she decided to try combat. Not against real monsters, of course, that was much too dangerous to attempt all on her own. But she could line up rocks, putting a big painted 'X' on the enemy rocks, and a happy face on the two ally rocks. After all, combat wasn't just about beating up the monster, it was supporting and defending your teammates too. The last thing she wanted to do was squish an unsuspecting Hero of Light who got too close to Akane when she wasn't paying proper attention.
"Okay..." Pulling the goggles from her neck and settling them over her eyes, she let her fingers glide over the control panel. "Targeting Enemy #2 first, let's try..." The Machine Gun? Why not. Clutching the steering column firmly, she flicked a switch with her pinky finger.
A hailstorm of magical bullets ripped into the grass as the cockpit swung wildly around in circles. "WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!" The sheer force of the spinning slammed Akane back in her seat, and her legs stuck straight out to slam on a brake pedal that was never there. Frantically she swiped at the switch, glancing up just in time to see a happy looking rock go gliding past her line of vision. It was missing a painted eye.
The switch clicked, and the machine quieted with a happy hum. Akane's hands were shaking. "I...I definitely need to practice..." she whispered to herself. Her poor rock allies.
* * * * *
House B-08
After the disastrous training exercise on the Plains, Akane thought she might work on her other equipped job instead: Engineer. If she was using her Kupoppet in a non-battle situation, doing meticulous things, then acting in combat would, theoretically, be much less difficult.
...Theoretically.
There were splatters of mashed toamtoes dripping down the walls, and a thick burning stink hanging in the air that came from the quietly burbling pot of meat sludge on the stove. She would have to start over, she knew, but at least the pasta was turning out okay. Pasta was difficult to mess up as long as you didn't cook it too long or too little. With the colander sitting in the sink, Akane hovered close by her Moogle-like puppet, which was carefully, carefully, tipping the saucepan of hot water and boiled noodles toward the colander.
"Okay...pour very slowly and very carefully..." she instructed as a doting mother would guide her child.
The puppet's arms twitched violently, upending the entire pot at once. A mass of hot, wet spaghetti noodles sailed through the air, flopping and flailing toward the living room. Now would be a very bad time for a housemate to emerge.
WHAT: Akane is not having much luck mastering her Magitek Knight and Engineering jobs. All she wanted was to drive around in a giant robot! And why can't she master a simple dish of spaghetti and meatballs?!
WHEN: October 17th
WHERE: Calm Plains / House B-08
Calm Plains
Having just begun learning Magitek Knight, and with Squall no longer present to teach her, Akane was basically on her own to figure out the complexities of this unique job. The armor itself, at least, was very cute, and it did a decent job keeping her off the ground and away from most medium and small monsters as she tried to figure out how to pilot the thing. That was the easy part, at least. Rather than whirring around with the mechanical 'KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK' of regular Magitek Armor, it sounded as if the Armor were wearing squeaky slippers. Cute! And a little more stealthy, as squeaks were quieter than 'KA-CHUNKS.'
Once she felt comfortable enough moving in the armor, she decided to try combat. Not against real monsters, of course, that was much too dangerous to attempt all on her own. But she could line up rocks, putting a big painted 'X' on the enemy rocks, and a happy face on the two ally rocks. After all, combat wasn't just about beating up the monster, it was supporting and defending your teammates too. The last thing she wanted to do was squish an unsuspecting Hero of Light who got too close to Akane when she wasn't paying proper attention.
"Okay..." Pulling the goggles from her neck and settling them over her eyes, she let her fingers glide over the control panel. "Targeting Enemy #2 first, let's try..." The Machine Gun? Why not. Clutching the steering column firmly, she flicked a switch with her pinky finger.
A hailstorm of magical bullets ripped into the grass as the cockpit swung wildly around in circles. "WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!" The sheer force of the spinning slammed Akane back in her seat, and her legs stuck straight out to slam on a brake pedal that was never there. Frantically she swiped at the switch, glancing up just in time to see a happy looking rock go gliding past her line of vision. It was missing a painted eye.
The switch clicked, and the machine quieted with a happy hum. Akane's hands were shaking. "I...I definitely need to practice..." she whispered to herself. Her poor rock allies.
* * * * *
House B-08
After the disastrous training exercise on the Plains, Akane thought she might work on her other equipped job instead: Engineer. If she was using her Kupoppet in a non-battle situation, doing meticulous things, then acting in combat would, theoretically, be much less difficult.
...Theoretically.
There were splatters of mashed toamtoes dripping down the walls, and a thick burning stink hanging in the air that came from the quietly burbling pot of meat sludge on the stove. She would have to start over, she knew, but at least the pasta was turning out okay. Pasta was difficult to mess up as long as you didn't cook it too long or too little. With the colander sitting in the sink, Akane hovered close by her Moogle-like puppet, which was carefully, carefully, tipping the saucepan of hot water and boiled noodles toward the colander.
"Okay...pour very slowly and very carefully..." she instructed as a doting mother would guide her child.
The puppet's arms twitched violently, upending the entire pot at once. A mass of hot, wet spaghetti noodles sailed through the air, flopping and flailing toward the living room. Now would be a very bad time for a housemate to emerge.
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He was right about one thing, feelings were hard. It had been a struggle with each of those passing nine hours not to spill her heart out to Junpei, and apologize for what she was going to put him through. And in the end, what did she do? She fled those feelings. So she probably wasn't the expert, but she was genuinely glad to see that her brother was finally starting to let someone else into his life.
"Besides," she said, her voice quieting a little. "What you did, you did to save me. You're not some bad guy, or...or crazy alien warlord. You just wanted to protect your family, so I could protect the world. No regrets, remember?"
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"Yeah, I don't regret it. I'd do it again, as many times as I need to." Nothing was ever going to change that. But that didn't mean that a lover would want to accept that. Duster had been understanding so far, but he did not have the same ruthlessness that the Crash Keys had in their blood.
"And we'll do whatever we gotta to keep this world safe." Even if it meant they had to be alone.
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Because the world needed him even more than she did. And it wasn't fair. She couldn't turn him loose to live a happy life far away from her, because the world was going to burn if they didn't act. Akane stared down at the floor. No regrets.
No regrets.
"But first, we should do whatever we've got to do to make dinner," she smiled, tucking her hands behind her back so he wouldn't see them clenched into trembling fists. "Right?"
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It looked like most of the smoke has cleared, so he pushed the window down so that it was only cracked. The weather was getting colder, and he didn't want either of them getting sick.
"Ok, do you got enough ingredients to start over, or do we to make somethin' new?"
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Sure enough, she opened the pantry to haul out a large sack of tomatoes, onions, and peppers. She had plenty of dried pasta noodles too, as well as extra packages of ground beef. Now that Santa was here, she wouldn't have to use up all of it to perfect her cooking techniques.
"Aoi...thank you. You're always here the moment I really need you. Maybe you're the psychic after all!"
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"Ok, we can work with this. Way to be prepared, 'Kane." He confiscated the beef, and after a pause, the noodles. Baby steps for the baby sister.
"We'll start with cutting up the vegetables, 'kay?"
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As she took up an onion, she hesitated, staring down at it. ...It was going to make her cry all over again, wasn't it? Oh nooooooooo...
"I heard there was some trick to chopping onions that doesn't make your eyes water, but I don't know what it is," she sighed, peering down at the cutting board. "I don't suppose you know it?"
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The giant cleaver in Akane's hands kind of makes him nervous. He's not sure why, but it makes him think about the averted timelines Akane told him about where he got stabbed and chopped to death. Weird.
"If you got a lemon around here, you can smear lemon juice on the blade before you cut with it. I heard somewhere that that works."
Aoi's solution has always just been to keep his head as far back as possible and power through it. Tough guys like him didn't cry. Cute little sisters, on the other hand...
"Uh, maybe you should do the other veggies first."
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"I guess you can't get much sharper than a Tonberry knife," she grinned awkwardly, laying it down on the counter as she rooted around in the icebox for any lemons. She came out with a can of lemonade. Maybe that would be good enough.
She stopped midstep as he suggested she work on the other vegetables, blinking at him owlishly. Oh? "True... If I'm going to blur my eyes, it's best to do it at the end. Much safer!" She laid a tomato on the cutting board. And turned it the other way. And turned it back again. Then she started slicing it as best she could, but the chunks were large and uneven.
They'd get fed eventually...
[OOC: We can end here if you like, unless there's more conversation you want to get brought up!]