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01 - Bake a Pretty Cake (ota)
WHO: Angeal and whoever wants to bother a man throughout a week
WHAT: Roosters and bread oh my
WHERE: Town
WHEN: The vague existence of October
WARNINGS: none planned
SUMMARY: As a practical man with goals, Angeal has a lot of things he wants to do to make sure his household is doing okay. This means things like re-establishing his bakery, and carrying a rooster. The rooster is important. Don't worry about it.
A - Agriculture
While the autumn air makes things somewhat cool, that doesn't seem to be a matter that's bothering Angeal as he pushes a wheelbarrow along the more residential streets, filled with dirt. He does take a break occasionally as he goes about his business constantly, sometimes carrying little bags on top of the dirt. "You would think dragons could have better timing, rather than right at fall," he says during such a break to anyon who joins him. There's the faint glimmer of gold up along his hairline, horns that are just starting to appear. He doesn't seem happy about it.
B - Bakery Remade
For those making their way through Town today, they may come across one of the empty not-residential buildings with its doors wide open. There are a variety of encounters to be had with this simple fact...
For example, early morning may find anyone passing directly in front of the doors having a face full of dust. Angeal's voice comes from inside. "Ah, shit, sorry. You alright? I was just cleaning this place out. Need something to get the dust out of your mouth?
By noon, a pleasant smell is wafting out of the newly cleaned out bakery. Anyone is welcome to step right inside, as the doors have been left open for the time being. It's not a big fancy place or anything, but there are a couple of tables for anyone who'd like to sit, and a good amount of space behind the counter. Angeal is hard at work kneading more dough as bread bakes in an oven, fairly content with how things are going for the time being.
When evening finally rolls around, Angeal can be found relaxing right outside the bakery with a decently sized piece of wood in his hands that he is making a commendable go of carving words into. "I should have asked for a smithy," he says casually to anyone who slows down enough to linger. "I don't know anything about woodcarving."
C - Cock
Angeal has a rooster tucked underneath his arms at the market.
None of the locals are batting their eyes about this.
Other people at the market, however, may have different reactions. They may especially have different reactions when the roster (otherwise being a pissy little football hisses at them.
"Sorry about that," Angeal says casually. "He's not happy about the situation."
D - Do Whatever
[The wildcard catch all option, for interacting with Angeal however you want]
WHAT: Roosters and bread oh my
WHERE: Town
WHEN: The vague existence of October
WARNINGS: none planned
SUMMARY: As a practical man with goals, Angeal has a lot of things he wants to do to make sure his household is doing okay. This means things like re-establishing his bakery, and carrying a rooster. The rooster is important. Don't worry about it.
A - Agriculture
While the autumn air makes things somewhat cool, that doesn't seem to be a matter that's bothering Angeal as he pushes a wheelbarrow along the more residential streets, filled with dirt. He does take a break occasionally as he goes about his business constantly, sometimes carrying little bags on top of the dirt. "You would think dragons could have better timing, rather than right at fall," he says during such a break to anyon who joins him. There's the faint glimmer of gold up along his hairline, horns that are just starting to appear. He doesn't seem happy about it.
B - Bakery Remade
For those making their way through Town today, they may come across one of the empty not-residential buildings with its doors wide open. There are a variety of encounters to be had with this simple fact...
For example, early morning may find anyone passing directly in front of the doors having a face full of dust. Angeal's voice comes from inside. "Ah, shit, sorry. You alright? I was just cleaning this place out. Need something to get the dust out of your mouth?
By noon, a pleasant smell is wafting out of the newly cleaned out bakery. Anyone is welcome to step right inside, as the doors have been left open for the time being. It's not a big fancy place or anything, but there are a couple of tables for anyone who'd like to sit, and a good amount of space behind the counter. Angeal is hard at work kneading more dough as bread bakes in an oven, fairly content with how things are going for the time being.
When evening finally rolls around, Angeal can be found relaxing right outside the bakery with a decently sized piece of wood in his hands that he is making a commendable go of carving words into. "I should have asked for a smithy," he says casually to anyone who slows down enough to linger. "I don't know anything about woodcarving."
C - Cock
Angeal has a rooster tucked underneath his arms at the market.
None of the locals are batting their eyes about this.
Other people at the market, however, may have different reactions. They may especially have different reactions when the roster (otherwise being a pissy little football hisses at them.
"Sorry about that," Angeal says casually. "He's not happy about the situation."
D - Do Whatever
[The wildcard catch all option, for interacting with Angeal however you want]
C
"You."
This might not actually be the same rooster that crossed him last week but it sure seems like it's broadcasting the same sinister malevolence out of its beady little eyes.
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If it could peck his toes out, it almost certainly would.
Angeal doesn't think twice about it. "If you're going to pick a fight with my rooster, can you wait until later here? We're working on something."
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Between his hair, and his glossy green clothes, and the squawking pitch his voice tends to hit when he's yelling, he can easily be interpreted as a large rival rooster by something with a brain the size of a walnut.
Popp's personal theory is that chickens might be evil on this planet.
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This earns a loud little demonic bird noise of protest, and frantic scratching from its tiny little feet and spurs. He's not going to pretend it doesn't sting like a motherfucker, but he doesn't let go regardless. The other scratch marks on his arms are a testament to that.
"And he'll need to know how to get home anyway, so taking him out on town is good."
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"I wouldn't want that thing knowing where I live. Close your windows overnight, big fella."
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B
He swipes at it once to clear his eyes, blinks a few times, then stares around inside.
It's... something to do. "Do you need help," he asks, ignoring the actual question Angael gave him.
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Fortunately, an offer of help means Angeal can drag him into things regardless. "I could," he says casually, stepping side so that there's plenty of room to go into the bakery. Simple, a bit like the bakery in his childhood memories. A shame to lose the progress of his prior bakery, but pleasantly nostalgic regardless.
"I have a few different things to look over before I can really open this place up to anyone. Any thoughts about the place, just from a first time glance?"
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It's the most words pretty much anyone has gotten out of him at one time. It feels weird. But he'd asked his thoughts, and most of his thoughts are tactical.
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None of the shows on his face. He just nods, taking it into consideration. "Yeah, I noticed the window problems as well. I'm hoping that, before winter rolls around proper, I can get the glass replaced one way or another. Which is going to be the tricky thing, really..." Glass is kind of a hot commodity, in times like these, but he'll make it work.
"Although, how likely do you think it is for a bakery to get attacked like that?"
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B
"Exuberant today, dearest Angeal?" the teasing tone is a bit amusing with his face all dirty.
"What project is this, if I may ask?"
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"May as well get Annie's Bakes started up again, even if it won't be as fancy as it had a chance to be when food was all technically fake." And they could just spend time making whatever they liked, with how few people were really in the simulation.
Different story here, where it's really going to matter that he get some good plain bread out in people's hands.
"Talked to Charlie about what it would take to start up a bakery here, and apparently that was all it took for him to help me get this place started up. I'll be getting some flour and such in a little while."
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But that was a given.
Still, there are differences here, even between the two of them. At this distance Angeal will absolutely notice the dusting of something shimmering in Themis's hairline. A faint luminescence that previously had been absent. A closer look will show tiny scales - horns to be, perhaps - that catch the light. They shine like moonstones do, moondust blending in with that silvery-white hair.
"It was kind of Charlie to provide you with a space so easily." He dusts off his hands on his robes, "You will need hands to bake and to help set up the space, yes? Consider myself at your disposal."
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"Just cleaning things up. I've already got the baking area itself done with, so we can get to making some things immediately, but the rest could uses a nice do-over. Maybe as things progress, we can even make it all a lil' fancy again."
Angeal wouldn't ask for too much - even the original Annie's Bakes was fancy mostly through the kind of equipment it had in the back. Anything else had been charming and cute as a nod to Annette's own original tastes, and that was it. But still. A little something here and there, right?
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B - evening
Eventually, Absinthe’s mind drifts towards buying some of these baked goodies for herself, which means finding someone to talk to about payment. And there's nobody in the store that she can see. She could just try to steal the bread, but it’s an unnecessary risk when she can go next door and sweet-talk other food out of an NPC storeowner for free. And she does know there’s someone right outside, even though she didn’t stop to talk with him the first time.
She will now. Absinthe pokes her head back out to look at Angeal, her expression friendly, slightly quizzical.]
Hi! You’re the baker here? [Then, taking in his struggle with the sign:] Damn. Do you want to try painting it instead?
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[He's always been a quick learner. And he's currently the owner of a whole new establishment, so Angeal sets the hunk of wood to the side and pushes himself up onto his feet.]
But that can wait. Yeah, I'm the baker. Decided on what you want? Although I suppose I don't have too much of a fancy selection here.
[Basic goods only, instead of fancy dessert.]
Name's Angeal, by the way.
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[She feels like if he can set up this whole place he should have had the money for paints at some point, and besides, if he has a business he can make paint money. Conveniently, this is where she comes in. Angeal’s selection may not be as extensive as a metropolitan bakery, but good bread is good bread and she's not complaining.]
I’m Absinthe! I was wondering what your prices are. And what you might be looking for, cus’, y’know, not a lot of coins going around here. [At least for now, Town seems to be more of a barter or goodwill-based economy, which has its pros and cons.] What if I found someone who could trade paints for some of your bread, would that work?
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[Which is a lot more good than some other gods, probably, although Angeal has to admit that this is mostly because his experience with gods is pretty minimal. Doesn't really matter. For now, Angeal just leans against the doorframe and lets her make her spiel.]
If you could find me some paint for a bit of bread, I'll even through in some pies along with whatever you were looking for, frankly, because that would be a pretty impressive trick. So long as you like pears and apples, anyway.
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Think we can wrap up after this?
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"You seem like the capable sort though already. I'm sure you'll do just fine with... whatever it is you're doing." He should know, he thinks. He used to do something like this, maybe. It bothers him a little that he can't remember but all the memories he is pulling up about preparing for winter aren't his anymore.
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Which is still assuming a whole lot about their own situation, Angeal has to admit... His first sentence still stands more than anything else.
Although you know what, while this guy is standing around doing nothing... Angeal pauses, looking Ardyn over. "Hey, why don't you follow me, since you seem so interested in what I'm doing?" he asks casually.
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"Going to teach me something, are you?" he asks, casually. He doesn't want to do anything but watch. Yet, saying 'no' wouldn't look good so... Sure. Why not? He'll play the part for now of a helpful man. He'll just know in the future not to be around Angeal when he's doing anything productive lest he get roped into it.
Though, there is always the tried and true: "I'm not the best study, mind you, but I can try." Learned helplessness, babe-y. Act bad enough at something, get told to go away and not have to do anything.
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So he just loosely smiles at Ardyn and says with a dismissive gesture, "Oh, don't worry, I'm a real patient kind of guy."
He neglects to mention that he used to be a professional trainer, and that his boyfriend is the most annoying man in all of existence. He thinks he can outbeat Ardyn in this particular area.
"Anyway, you might want to take off that coat of yours as we head on over. You'll heat up real quick."
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B...Somewhat! Bread and Sparring?!
Cloud scratches at his fluffy hair before making the approach, wincing at the aggravatingly itchy and sore pair of bumps coming in up there. He swears he didn't hit his head at all in recent memory- probably some strange kind of sickness that will pass with time.
"You really just love sticking your nose in things, don't you?" he says flatly, coming to a stop just in front of Angeal. His expression is that of his usual stern sort, with some annoyance peppered in, all covering up some level of genuine curiosity Cloud would rather not anyone see. "What the hell kind of skin do you have in the game to pull a stunt like that?"
Cloud knows Angeal knows exactly what he is speaking of, as the engineer of the entire startling and eye-opening talk the boy ended up having with Sephiroth not long prior. "Why are you messing with me?" As far as Cloud knows, Angeal doesn't know him, despite knowing his friends. They didn't really cross paths back in SOLDIER. What gives?
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Well, he can always do better when spring comes through, and he's practiced carving some more. Or get someone else to do it.
"Anyway, what - you have some complaints about how that entire meeting went? Because according to a little birdy, it seems like it went pretty well. My chickens all seem rather happy with the arrangement."
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"It went-" Cloud actually pauses. How it actually went was sort-of well. World-shattering for him, but, ultimately...Fine. The existential crises were certainly a thing, but now he doesn't feel like he has to constantly watch for a katana to be skewered through his chest again, or see his nightmares around every damn corner of this place. "It went, I guess."
"What I need to know is why the hell any of this benefits you. If you know so damn much about me, you should have known that was not a good idea at all." As per usual, the awkward, and frankly somewhat stunted Cloud sees this as merely transactional, despite the results speaking volumes of over-arching benefits. A chance at a better future, healing, and closure. "You planned all of that. My problems with Sephiroth back home have nothing to do with you."
Oh, how woefully wrong this huffy stray SOLDIER is. Buried somewhere beneath the mess of memories not his own, the answers to all his questions lay out of reach.
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And he can see a hopeful future, here, too.
"Although you seem pretty caught up in how anything would benefit me." Leaning the sign against the wall behind him, Angeal pushes himself up onto his feet. He'll at least make an attempt at having this conversation not be so awkward.
"Can't I have seen plainly that things were going to explode for either or both of you, if they went like they were going, and decided to do you both a favor?"
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