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Post by rii on Oct 19, 2009 19:33:40 GMT -5
Kitchen duty, again.
Rulven would have thought the drudges would have put in a petition to ban him from such chores. Constantly being under the supervision of sharp tongues and wooden spoons was not exactly his cup of tea either. When he came to the kitchens he expected to eat, not stand around scrubbing pots while his nose sampled the various aromas of cooking foods. Grumble, grumble..
In a bit of a dark mood, Rulven continued to stall at his current task. Idly pushing around the dishes in the small sink. Some green firelizard had come to aid him–or so she must thought. In her claws she grasped a spoon and fork that he had handed to her with instructions for her to dry and put them away. Obviously she didn't understand a word he spoke, but trying to figure out what to do with the utensils aside from chew on them (it was a demonstration, humans did it, right?) kept her occupied. She had been splashing through his water earlier, Rulven had not minded.. but the drudges did. Apparently he was getting the floor all wet (faranth forbid!) and now would be mopping after finishing off the dishes.
Giving a frustrated chirp, the green suddenly threw the fork at passing figure, dropped the spoon and betweened. Wonderful, Rulven moaned while putting on an apologetic smile. He turned to the immediately apologize to what he assumed to be a drudge that would likely burden more chores onto him for the beast's rudeness. Hands came out of the water as Rulven pivoted, sloshing the person in the process. Oooh, it just kept getting better.
"Heh... er.. sorry.. ?"
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Post by dragon on Oct 22, 2009 23:27:20 GMT -5
There was so much food in here! It was mind boggling. Llannu had never seen so much food in his life. Not to mention all being fixed at the same time. He'd never bothered to stop and think of the army of cooks that was needed to feed an entire Weyr ... but seeing it first hand was certainly a shock to the system. Llannu was here because he was told he had to do chores. And today that just so happened to be working in the kitchens. Like a drudge.
He didn't have any idea what to do ... especially since he didn't have anything in the way of cooking skills. It had taken him a solid week to learn how to cook something his brothers could hold down, after all, when his mother had taken ill. So he wasn't about to try his hand at the skill now. People would likely think that he was out to poison them all. Which he wasn't ... he just couldn't cook worth a fractured egg.
So he stood there for a bit of time, holding down the floor dutifully, until someone spotted him. At which point they tried to make him useful, handing him a stack of dishes to carry over to the sinks. Alright ... that seemed simple enough to do. Unfortunately, by the time he reached the sink he'd picked up quite a few other things along the way that he wasn't supposed to have. Filchy fingers at work the whole way, the collection of items was quite interesting indeed. A fluffy roll, a pan of pie filling, two half-full plates, a pair of pots, three forks (one of them a meat fork with a bit of meat stuck to it), and a myriad of other things all stacked on top of the stack of dirty dishes he'd started out with.
Reaching the sinks and realizing this, Llannu fidgeted a bit, trying to figure out what to do now. How was he supposed to explain that? But before he could quite come up with anything to do, first a flitter chunked something at him (he didn't see what it was past a pot), and then the burly wall of a lad standing at the sinks whirled around like he thought Llannu was picking his pocket. The result was a wall of water sloshing out of the sink and completely drenching Llannu and all of his pile of filched goods.
Llannu blinked, startled, before uttering one word in reply. "Uh..."
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Post by rii on Oct 23, 2009 19:11:58 GMT -5
Rulven had turned to view a.. stack of dishes and not much visual of the person carrying them. The odd assortment uh'd at him, but the smith merely blinked a few times. Slowly it dawned on him that he had likely splashed the person behind the dishes–or at least the person expected him to take the stack since he was standing at the sink.
"Oh." Shaking his head, Rulven snapped back to the situation at hand. "Sorry." A needless apology, but the smith repeated it regardless whether or not the person accepted his sincerity. He reached for a nearby rag to dry his own hands–but upon thinking of the wet lad next to him, Rulven tried to offer the cloth. Of course he didn't notice that the towel sat partially underneath a different stack and as the smith pulled it, they all came down with loud crash. Rulven absently took an evasive step away from the falling mess, knocking into Llannu–only to send that awkward stack to the floor as well.
Heads were whipping around to see the culprits, and out of.. protective brotherlyness.. Rulven laid a hand on Llannu's shoulder and forced the smaller male to duck behind the nearest counter. The smith raise his other hand in a submissive surrendering, lips stretch in a sheepish smile as he bravely met the heavily scorning glares aimed at him. He'd take the blame–if only because they could hardly stack on more chores to his already long list. The staff knew the smith wasn't the most.. graceful of people. He was prone to have an accident sooner or later.
"Sorry! Sorry." He bowed himself a bit while meeting each of the kitchen drudges faces. "I'll clean it all up. Don't worry." Only after they had finally lost interest did Rulven glance down at the other.. candidate? At least Rulven recognized him from the class. "You alright?"
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Post by dragon on Oct 24, 2009 19:11:33 GMT -5
"OOF!" Was all Llannu managed, as a dual exclamation from both being knocked into and sending his load flying, but also in being grabbed by a hand that he could of sworn was made from a vice and sent him stumbling into a crash to the floor behind a table. He landed awkwardly at best, slipping and flopping in the water that was already all over the floor. He grunted with the impact, and just stayed there for a moment, eyes as wide as saucers. Finally, he inhaled again, and just stared up at the towering wall of muscle that was Rulven. Who, naturally, only looked bigger from that angle.
What was going on, anyway? So many things going crash all at once, getting shoved down onto the floor into a decidedly uncomfortable landing, and then ... well ... what? Llannu didn't know what the world was coming to for a moment. As was his wont, though, he didn't say much about it, until Rulven turned his strange attention back to Llannu again. Who instinctively cringed. As much destruction as was going on, Llannu didn't want to be part of it. And Rulven was certainly big enough to successfully destroy someone like Llannu.
But what came out of Rulven's mouth didn't indicate destruction of Llannu. "Uh, uh ... ahhh ... me? I ... dunno. I might have a glass shard in my ass." He commented, quietly. "It kinda hurts." But then, he might have just landed on a sideways spoon, too...
"What just happened?"
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Post by rii on Oct 25, 2009 15:32:29 GMT -5
Cringing? Why was the kid cowering away from him as if–oh. Rulven mentally slapped himself for being so impulsive. Whoops. One large hand came back, rubbing at the base of his head, paired with a sheepish smile. It probably wouldn't do to apologize again. Rulven was wearing the use of the word very thin.
He extended a hand to help the younger candidate out of the wreckage. Not really giving Llannu a choice in the matter, hauling the lad up to his feet and carefully brushing off his shoulders to dislodge the fragments of glass. He left it to the other to assess any damage done and shifted to the task of picking up the.. unbroken dishes.
"A series of unfortunate events, I'm afraid." The smith muttered while shoving the dishes back onto the counter. "I don't think they saw you, so.. you're off the hook." A terse hiss came out from gritted teeth and Rulven stood and plucked a shard of glass from the vulnerable webbing between his fingers. Ow, ow. "I've Rulven. Uh.. I think I remember seeing you in class.." As if Rulven could be mistaken for anyone else, though there had been that northern fellow around his size.
"Will you go get a broom, please?"
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Post by dragon on Oct 29, 2009 14:37:37 GMT -5
Llannu yelped uncertainly as he felt like his arm was getting wrenched out of socket when Rulven grabbed him and hauled him to his feet. Which was really too easy to do. Llannu just really didn't have a whole lot of mass going for him, just a lot of lank. Once he was on his feet and released, he wiggled his arm around and rubbed the shoulder, watching as Rulven went to trying to pick up the mess. "Uh ... ok. I think. Um. Thanks?" He offered, before feeling over his rump and discerning that there was not, after all, a huge jagged, knife-like chunk of glass sticking out of his backside. What he'd landed on he still had no idea, but at least there was no permanent damage.
"A ... a broom?" Llannu asked. "Are you sure you don't need a healer instead? That looks ... bad." He commented, watching as the blood seemed to gush from between the smith's fingers. It really wasn't all that much, but in Llannu's eyes, it might have been a horrifying waterfall that was threatening to flood the kitchen. His eyes just got reeeeely big, staring at it, almost looking like he thought Rulven was going to drop dead from the bloodloss.
Yeah ... he wasn't real good in dealing with such things. But at least he wasn't getting pale himself, turning green, or in dire danger of passing out. He was just ... staring. As if stupefied.
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Post by rii on Nov 1, 2009 21:48:10 GMT -5
"Geez kid, stop looking like I'm going to eat you."
Rulven grunted while cleaning up the last of the larger fragments from the floor. Being southern born and raised, the smith just did not understand people's reactions to him. He was almost entirely a pacifist, and they acted like he was going to pound them into a bloody pulp. First off, he had no reason to be flying into some raging temper like some northern war hungry dog. It all made him want to go back to Hyphen so much.
Sucking at the slashed webbing, Rulven squinted thoughtfully at Llannu–and promptly sighed. "Please don't faint. I'm fine." He snapped his fingers in front of Llannu's face, trying to get the boy to phase back into reality. "Why don't you just.. sit down.." Hooking his foot around a nearby stool, Rulven dragged the bit of wood closer. Maybe the kid hit his head when he fell to the floor? Sure didn't seem like he was all there at the moment. "Just.. get something to eat. I'll get the broom."
If this was the kids way of skirting out of doing chores, Rulven was going to be just a touch irked. It took far more effort and energy to pretend to be working and not doing the work.. than actually doing it. It only took a short trip to retrieve the require tools to clean up the mess, by then the bleeding had all but stopped; only been little more than a scratch. Periodically the smith cast a few glances over at Llannu to ensure the kid had not run off when first given chance. Not that Rulven had any plans to make him stay, but.. if he did peel off.. well, then Rulven would know he was nothing but a.. no good.. slacker, or something. Hmph.
"So what's your name?" Rulven inquired as he returned, going right to cleaning up the mess before anyone got a foot full of shards. Odd the number of people that went around barefoot around the Weyr.
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Post by dragon on Nov 1, 2009 22:09:59 GMT -5
Llannu jerked back as the finger snapping happened, his brows rising and creeping together again as he watched Rulven move around. "I'm not going to faint." He answered, igoring the stool that was shoved at him. "But I thought you were in danger of bleeding to death." Llannu moved aside as the larger candidate moved around, not wanting to get trampled. Having someone as big as Rulven step on him couldn't possibly feel good, so he really didn't want it to happen. For a moment he just stood there, watching, before it occurred to him that he should be doing something.
He looked around, and then noticed that the sink was still heaped with some dishes ... seemed there was a never ending supply of those, here. He stepped past Rulven toward the sink, and rattled his fingertips on the lip of the sink, trying to figure out what to do next. He wasn't exactly talented when it came to ... kitchen things. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, before looking back at Rulven again as the lad started sweeping up bits of broken glass. "Me? I... I'm Llannu. I... I make pots."
Or ... he used to. Not anymore. Now, it seemed, he just ... was supposed to, anyway ... wash dishes? He wasn't so sure about this ... not sure at all. How was he supposed to know if he got it clean? Better yet, how should he go about trying? Llannu picked up a dish out of the water and gave it a skeptical look before letting it sink back into anonymous oblivion beneath the suds.
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