01 - Bake a Pretty Cake (ota)

[firsteditionbfs]

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]

Comments

[firsteditionbfs]

"I mean, I just talked to two people," Angeal points out plainly. "That's not really pulling a bunch of strings." Frankly speaking, it is basic matchmaker level of nonsense that any romcom would fall back on. This isn't really a romcom, to be fair, but still. It's not exactly complicated.

If he really wanted to something like "pull strings", well. He has even better sources and shenanigans than that.

Maybe they can get to talking about it. Later. You know, when Cloud isn't scowling at him and demanding a challenge. "It's a fact," he says, tilting his head to the side. "But if you need something to get out all your energy, sure. I can drag you along and show you exactly why everyone under me always made First. But I'm locking up this place before we do anything... and you better get some decent sticks for practice, unless you want to try me at hand-to-hand."

[relativefugue]

"Whatever. You know what you did, Hewley."

Nah. Hand-to-hand was never Cloud's strong suit- always swordplay, with the barehanded stuff as a backup. He was made especially aware of how lacking in that department he was when Tifa showed back up in his life, not even SOLDIER, but pushing the very boundaries of human strength. Sticks it is. Cloud turns on his heel and stalks towards the wooded border of Town, waving an arm. "I'll come back with some sticks, then."

What the hell did Angeal mean by his energy anyway? He's just annoyed. Anyone would be, right?

True to his word, Cloud returns maybe ten minutes later, with a stick in each hand. Both are a decent width, and as close to the length of a ShinRa-issue training sword as the blond could manage to find. He tosses one Angeal's way whenever he emerges from the entryway of the bakery.

"Just take us wherever you want to eat those words, then."

Cloud will dutifully follow the man wherever that leads. Quietly.

[firsteditionbfs]

Well. He can say that when it comes to being a little pain in the ass, at least Cloud is certainly reliable. Angeal lets him go off with a little wave, content to keep working about in the bakery. Or at least do a quick little clean up and be ready for him when he does come back. Themis can watch over Mithrun and get him back home well enough.

As for him? He casually takes his stick in hand and makes a leisurely way out to the outskirts of the city, more towards the grazing areas where ranch animals like to go. This late in the day, however, most of them have learned to wander back to their barns and stables.

There's enough space here, he thinks, turning back to Cloud.

"So, what are the lose conditions, then? Have any in mind?"

[relativefugue]

Ah. Cloud likes this area. It's quiet and nice and there's livestock around. He's made his way out here more than once to just exist, in the presence of other living things. The blond's always had a serious soft spot for animals of all kinds, having grown up around so many. They made good company back then. His eyes are on any stragglers making their way home, even as his feet continue to carry him after Angeal. A cow and her calf seem to be the last to scurry towards the barn nearest them.

Angeal draws to a stop just as the calf's tail disappears into the open barn doors.

Cloud squares up his shoulders, though he keeps himself from looking too tense. He's only antsy. Raring for an outlet. He holds the stick in front of him as he would a sword, and brings one leg back to brace behind him.

"First one to take three hits on the body loses. That work?"

He's ready, like a coiled spring.

[firsteditionbfs]

"Three hits. Alright. Works well enough for me."

And with that said... All Angeal does is position himself just a little bit to the side, stick held patiently in his hand.

"Then give me your best shot."

And he waits.

[relativefugue]

Angeal doesn't have to wait long. Cloud springs into action with impressive swiftness, even without his SOLDIER speed. While he doesn't have the fine-tuned form any First worth their ranking should have, there is a spirit and technique behind it that stands out- and may or may not look a little oddly familiar. Especially when the blond raises the stick up above his shoulder in one hand just before dashing ahead. He attacks with a raw, unrefined lunge towards Angeal's right shoulder, bringing his second hand back to the stick's 'hilt' to drive it forwards faster and with extra force.

Very much an all-or-nothing strike.

[firsteditionbfs]

It.... really is familiar, in a strange way.

Of course, it's not unusual for the people he's taught to pick up on certain battle traits. That's what happens between mentors and students. Especially sometimes when he's gotten hands-on with some of the others if he really wanted to how them just what was off with their stance and such. And then of course there would be the things they would pick up while watching him fight whenever they were on missions together...

But, a problem. He never trained Cloud Strife, for the very obvious reason that he never made it into SOLDIER.

Hm. Well, that's worth taking a look into. So, rather than simply meeting that rather rash and raw attack, Angeal simply... sidesteps it. Turns so that Cloud might just go charging past him if he's not careful.

He'll see just what else is familiar with this popcorn headed spitfire.