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Who: Stahn Aileron
majinken & YOU!!
When: ic: 4/18
Where: CERES Food Stop
What: Someone please help a sunshine mullet buy lunch for a fussy, picky teenager. He needs help. Help him.
Rating/Warning: None!
( Part I )
[the food stop continues to be an utterly fascinating place to stahn, because there are just so many options. many of them are things he's had before, or at least things he's heard of. but there are just as many, if not more things that he's never seen before. it makes the fact that he wanted to bring some lunch for leon... well, kind of a challenge. after standing around one of the food stalls puzzled for a bit, he goes off to the side, leaning against the wall of a noodle restaurant.]
Hey, Dymlos. [stahn has his sword in hand. is he talking to that sword? yes. yes, he's talking to his ornate sword. right there where people can see him. clearly, nothing can go wrong, right?] What should I get? It all looks so good, but...
["I'm a Swordian, not your caretaker! Decide for yourself what you want to eat!" ...for the very few capable of hearing the swordians (sword spirits and seraphim, primarily), they may realize that stahn's not totally crazy. dymlos is exasperated, even if he knows stahn is coming from a good place with this.]
You could at least try instead of getting so angry about it, geeze... you never change... [he probably looks crazy to most though, huh? talking to his sword, pouting and complaining, when there's clearly nobody else there. oops.]
( Part II )
[with dymlos being absolutely no help at all, stahn is taking to the streets! which really just means he's wandering the area, looking at different places... eating way, way too many samples. anybody who works in this area is free to notice him milling about, or trying to sell him on their products. he's got a healthy appetite, and he's looking to feed a second person too, so it shouldn't be too hard. but if that's not the case, then the passers-by will be his victims.]
Hey, excuse me! [he's calling for attention, maybe waving someone over. but he respects people's boundaries. if they're just standing around, he'll approach pretty calmly before continuing.] Sorry, do you have a minute? I could use a little help with something here...
[he laughs a little sheepishly, scratching his head. he needs help. so badly.]
( Part III; for
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[once he's finally settled on what to get for lunch, he makes his way to scoops 'n smiles to wait for leon's lunch break. in hand, he's two plastic bags filled to the top with food containers... okay, so maybe stahn went a little overboard. most of it isn't even for leon, considering it came as the result of trying too many delicious samples and not wanting to choose. but it's fine! he got something he's sure leon will like, and that's what matters, isn't it?
granted, he didn't tell leon he was coming. and he also doesn't want to disturb him while he's trying to work, so he's just... casually waiting around. not ordering ice cream and just kind of loitering. that's okay though, right? stahn sure doesn't mind waiting; someone has to make sure leon doesn't just eat his weight in ice cream for lunch, after all.]
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When: ic: 4/18
Where: CERES Food Stop
What: Someone please help a sunshine mullet buy lunch for a fussy, picky teenager. He needs help. Help him.
Rating/Warning: None!
( Part I )
Hey, Dymlos. [stahn has his sword in hand. is he talking to that sword? yes. yes, he's talking to his ornate sword. right there where people can see him. clearly, nothing can go wrong, right?] What should I get? It all looks so good, but...
["I'm a Swordian, not your caretaker! Decide for yourself what you want to eat!" ...for the very few capable of hearing the swordians (sword spirits and seraphim, primarily), they may realize that stahn's not totally crazy. dymlos is exasperated, even if he knows stahn is coming from a good place with this.]
You could at least try instead of getting so angry about it, geeze... you never change... [he probably looks crazy to most though, huh? talking to his sword, pouting and complaining, when there's clearly nobody else there. oops.]
( Part II )
Hey, excuse me! [he's calling for attention, maybe waving someone over. but he respects people's boundaries. if they're just standing around, he'll approach pretty calmly before continuing.] Sorry, do you have a minute? I could use a little help with something here...
[he laughs a little sheepishly, scratching his head. he needs help. so badly.]
( Part III; for
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granted, he didn't tell leon he was coming. and he also doesn't want to disturb him while he's trying to work, so he's just... casually waiting around. not ordering ice cream and just kind of loitering. that's okay though, right? stahn sure doesn't mind waiting; someone has to make sure leon doesn't just eat his weight in ice cream for lunch, after all.]
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Nobody can prove it if they can't see him!
He doesn't fail to notice Stahn loitering around when he comes out to the front. It looks like there's a floating lunch box coming towards the Swordian Master, though.]
Oh, hi Stahn, Dymlos. [Mikleo glances at the plastic bags.] Having lunch with Leon, I take it?
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pt i!
Hey! Are you guys looking for a place to eat?
[BECAUSE BOY does Kashuu have some options to set on the table for them. Too Many Options™.]
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part 1!
So right now, she's quite happily exiting the noodle place, plastic bag in hand, and...
.... Whaaaat? ]
Stahn? Are you having an argument with your sword?
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II
[give him a mo, he's busy 'debating' with an NPC about all the samples he's stuffed himself with. Again. He probably does this three times a week. He finally looks up when Stahn approaches, eyebrows raised]
If you want 'em, I say go for the bacon bits. They won't make you puke.
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... Probably.
Jury's out, honestly, the temptation is eternally there.
Either way, Leon's grumpy about having to do menial labor like this, but doing the work is better than doing nothing; Leon has never really dealt well with long periods of having nothing to do. But he also generally doesn't deal with customers so long as someone else is there to (because Leon does not deal with customers well) so it takes him some time to reappear from the back.
And then he sees a sunshine mullet loitering there.
A sigh.]
Stahn. What are you doing here?
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ii;
Oh, hey! What's up?
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i
Who never does? . . . The sword?
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part ii
Oh, Stahn. Good afternoon. [ She nods slightly. ] What is it?
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... At least, to one that is still in sword form. Once he gets a break, he'll step outside, leaning out the doorway and peering over at Stahn and Sword. )
Hey, are ya lost...?
( You've been standing out here for awhile. Look, he'll address the whole talking to a sword thing in a moment. )
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ii!
Of course. What could I do for you?
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