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Post by kasan on May 6, 2008 19:25:47 GMT 1
Entering the kitchen he stumbled a little, realising he was still slightly intoxicated. Oh well he’d done live gigs more hammered than this he could handle a little cooking. “what we haves” He looked over and pouted. “no Hame, I loves chrismass ham” he sighed, turning and rummaging in the cupboards. “ah I make Risgrynsgröt” he smiled happyily, wondering if the others would like it but not really caring that much if they didn’t.
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Post by Hikaru on May 6, 2008 20:01:23 GMT 1
Mayu listened into the convosation and her jaw nearly dropped when Spike said he could cook. But kept her mouth shut. Keeping herself from laughing at how childish he was being over Christmas dinner she wondered how he would act opening a present. Vi got up and stumbled towards the dining room. Spike might as well of ran towards the kitchen. People started to head towards the dining room obviously none of them going to help Spike in the kitchen. Latea was asleep so Mayu just left her lying there as she had a bless her. She got up and headed towards the kitchen, not to help Spike just to see that he really could cook. Leaning around the door the find him singing Jingle Bells to himself and then humming whilst cleaning trays. Obviously oblivious to her entrance because he was singing so loud she made her presence known, "Can you really cook. I'm not going to get food poisoning when I eat it am I?" Mayu said smiling at the floor.
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Post by Viempar on May 7, 2008 19:01:27 GMT 1
Spike was pleased when Skwisgaar followed him into the kitchen and began bustling round, it was nice to have some male company which was a bit more lively than Vi's solemn exterior. He grinned at Mayu when she came in, flipping a tray over in his hand and then splashing oil over the surface, shaking it to spread it out. "It's surprising how much you learn about cooking when your nominated Kitchen Boy for a bunch of freaks." By 'bunch of freaks' of course, he meant what were his friends, in the freak show at the circus only the other's in the show had accepted him and treated him like family, whereas the Circus managers treated him like, well, a freak. They had lived in a caravan on the border of the tents where they settled, preffering to seclude themselves from the other performers. Spike had been only a child when he had lived there, and he was too afraid to leave into the big bad world, as was so allowed out of his cage to eat, cook and socialise. He had only been cleaning the kitchen at first, but had soon become a dab-hand at the cooking itself, sometimes cooking the whole meal for the whole caravan full, even the managers. However, when he grew older, he tried to escape, he leapt into the air when they walked him to the tent and scrabbled his way to freedom, the sky. He was shot down in his wing and the nasty fall left him with a slightly crooked broken nose, broken wings and very sore legs. He was refused admittance to the hospital and was kept only the cage to heal, barely able to move for his pain. When he was fit enough to walk and probably to fly, they didn't let him out of the cage at all, apart from on Christmas, where he could stay in the caravan under supervision. Jerome had entered his life as a mere visitor to the circus but took and interest in Spike's feistiness at first glance, he tore up the place, killed the captors and took Spike under his wing.
Spike slapped the meat onto the tray and shoved it in the oven, giving it a kick to get it working with a loud bang and a hum. "On we go. Veg." He tossed out some potatoes, carrots, brocili and other various veggie items and began chopping them up. He glanced over to Skwisgaar who seemed to be taking out the oddest of ingredients, intending to make some unpronouncable meal. He decided the drunk was best left to it.
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Post by kasan on May 8, 2008 20:12:07 GMT 1
Skwisgaar watched spike prepare the meat and bit back the comments he wanted to make. He’d just stick to pudding. Traditional rice puddings fresh from Scandinavia via the decrepit kitchen. Christmas just wasn’t Christmas without it. He smiled and dropped a single whole walnut into the mixture, humming a carol as he did so. ” why’s not makes others helps you? Thereses alots of peoples to feeds” he sudgested to spike, gesturing at the girl who was standing doing nothing, honestly women should be the first to start cooking.
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Post by Hikaru on May 8, 2008 21:05:46 GMT 1
Mayu smiled and still stood there doing nothing. Deciding she wasnt going to be of any help cooking, she decided to leave and let the two men get on with it. Then she heard Skwisgaar point to her basically asking why she was here and not helping, "If you want the food cremated then fine I'll help. Mio is the one that did the cooking out of us two..." Mayu smiled and decided she would go and get them help.
Just as she was leaving Naruko decided to make a presence in the Kitchen. Realising how they were all cooking in a rather disgusting and unhygienic Kitchen he had to ask," Your going to be cooking in a kitchen that hasnt been cleaned out in ages... You trying to kill us all?" He asked them both
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May 10, 2008 15:12:06 GMT 1
Post by Viempar on May 10, 2008 15:12:06 GMT 1
Spike dropped the pan onto the hob with vegetables in and spun round to Naruko. He didn't like his attitude, it had changed from being bad-ass to being a dickhead. Perhaps it was time to put him straight. He stormed up to him and stopped inches from his face. "If you look around smart arse you'll see we're cleaning it as we go, and it's the cleanest fucking place in the house. Maybe you should just go and stick your little brown nose face into someone elses fucking business who fucking cares. If I was trying to kill you, I'd be a little more stylish and obvious." He stopped momentarily to grab his arm and dig his fingers into his skin. Metal began forming on the tips of his fingers, gathering into a sharper and sharper point, resting on Naruko's skin. "You're in a damned house full of murderous blood crazed killers, watch your fucking tongue and watch your fucking back. I've seen your little party tricks, illusions and shit. Get out of my fucking kitchen before I show you mine eh?" As he spoke and got angrier, the metal under his skin bubbled through his pores, covering his flesh in a liquid metal shield, spiking out at his elbows, knees, shoulders and at his forehead, creating horn-like spikes. He let go of Naruko's arm and walked away, leaving him with barely any damage but his harsh words still hanging in the air. By the time he had reached the stove, the metal had dissapeared back into his skin and he looked like he usually did, despite the frown between his eyebrows. His wings flicked out andback in, stretching themselves every now and again to relieve the pent up energy he had.
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May 10, 2008 21:24:01 GMT 1
Post by Hikaru on May 10, 2008 21:24:01 GMT 1
Even if Spike hadnt hurt him at all the way he shouted in his face made him loose some of his rather small self control. Getting around to the stove before him with suprising speed even for himself and glared horribly at him his dark eyes blazing with anger, "Party tricks huh? You have never seen the full extent of what I can do. 'Illusions and shit' so you seem to call it..." Naruko hissed, "Or I could enter you head and make you forget everything if I wanted, and I wouldnt break a sweat doing it..." He said getting even more angry. Grabbing Spike rather hard around the neck and pushed him up against a nearby wall keeping him at arms length, "Show your little party tricks then Spike. I really want to see them..." He said in a daring tone and he knew Spike would because he was just as angry as he was. Loosening his grip ever so slightly on his neck just so he could breath while he shown him what he could do.
Mayu whom had left the room after Naruko had entered and was just about to walk in the dining room to sit and wait paitiently heard some rather loud shouting going on. Being nosey she walked away from the open dining room door and wondered back down to the kitchen and watched most of the scene starting from when Spike was holding Naruko's arm almost stabbing it with the sharpness of them, Mayu would be suprised if it didnt cut his skin in some form. Naruko then decided to retailiate in a rather horrible way considering he only got a few scratches. She stood and watched, knowing well each one could handle themselves on their own.
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May 12, 2008 21:26:28 GMT 1
Post by Viempar on May 12, 2008 21:26:28 GMT 1
Spike's eyes blazed. He growled at Naruko in an animalistic way. Finally, some action. "Right!" He said and began opening his wings behind him, using the force to push him off the wall, and Naruko's arm back as he moved forwards. He grinned wildly and formed metal around his throat so he couldn't be strangled, and slowly the bubbling metal swirled around his finger tips and formed the long spikes within seconds. The metal around his neck loosened like a collar coming off, soon the ring was far away from his throat, along with Naruko's hand. The metal separated around the back of his neck and the band began to wrap around Naruko's hand , hardening as it went. He stood with his hands out in claw-like stance, bent over slightly with his wings raised and poised perfectly still. He lashed out with one hand, scratching at Naruko's stomach with it and lunged forwards with the other, the spikes clumping together into one blade-like point.
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May 15, 2008 13:33:55 GMT 1
Post by Hikaru on May 15, 2008 13:33:55 GMT 1
Naruko smirked when the metal began to wrap around his hand and he took his hand away from his neck admiring the band of metal around his hand knowing why it was on here. He just barely missed the swipre b Spike's metal claws at his stomach and they breifly caught his shirt and made scratch holes where they had been and actally caught his skin. Not to deep though so Naruko left it shrugging it off like it was a trivial wound. Naruko didnt bother to bring out his wings as they would just annoy him in this small room. When Spike lunged at him in one very large metal Spike he dodged in the nick of time Spike missing him completely. Smirking horribly and without any warning he slammed into Spikes mind pushing through any mind blocks with painful ease. He basically began to page through his life, stopping in certain area's that were the most private and manipulated them horribly. Then he stopped when he reached the time when Roy had been killed. He knew what Roy had meant to Spike, however he didnt manipulate it like the others he had but gave Spike a really horrible look indicating what he would do...
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May 20, 2008 21:20:08 GMT 1
Post by Viempar on May 20, 2008 21:20:08 GMT 1
Spike's hand rammed into the cuboard door, puncturing it like butter and leaving his arm half-stuck in the door. He scowled and ripped it back out, spinning around to face Naruko. Suddenly, a wave of nostalgia and horror hit him like a wall. His breathing slowed and his vision blurred, swaying his eyes watered over and he gripped a counter to support his heavy body. Visions of his only friends, from the circus, Vi, Roy and Jerome all distorted and ugly in his mind. Twisted faces of malice and greed swung in front of him as the worst of his memories flew past his eyes. Betrayal, rejection, terror, murder, blood, death... His body began to shake as he curled up, hugging his knees close to him and his wings caging around him like a feathered blanket. Finally the memories of his dearest and late friend, Roy. Falling down the stairs, laughing, cowering, smiling and his last moments of life, dissapearing around the corner and fading into nothing. "I'll talk to him, you go Troy." "Don't call me that! It's Spike you damn rat." Roy smiled nervously, his dark greasy hair falling in front of his face as he twitched, his owl-like wings folding around his tiny body. His brown-gold eyes closed and he was gone, the space where he should be, empty. Troy heard him sigh before he turned away, to go and meet with another of the possible recruits. He could only hope and pray he hadn't sent Roy into an ambush. Needless to say, his prayers were not answered.
Spike shook harder, the water covering over his eyes spilling out onto his cheeks, pouring down his dirty face, a trail of sad pink where it had rubbed away the dirt, turning his salty tears black. "You win."
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May 20, 2008 21:47:37 GMT 1
Post by Hikaru on May 20, 2008 21:47:37 GMT 1
Mayu jumped when Spike punched a nearby cuboard putting his hand through it making a loud cracking sound. Then he doubled over grabbing the counter for support. Flicking her eyes to Naruko she could tell he was extremely pissed off. She stayed rooted to the spot not knowing what Naruko was doing to Spike whatever it was it was extremely horrible.
Naruko pulled out of his mind his face still holding a look of anger and not feeling sorry for him at all. Walking towards the snivelling mess on the floor, " You wanted the bad ass out of me Spike. You fucking got him. I actually went quite easy on you considering." Then walked right past him and left the kitchen.
Mayu moved towards Spike when Naruko had stopped the brutal mind torture. Kneeling on the floor in front him worry filling her eyes as she had never seen him like this. Pushing his wings gently out of the way she touched his cheek. Wiping the tears away trying to comfort him like he had comforted her when she was crying upstairs, "Hey... It's alright..."
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May 31, 2008 12:05:04 GMT 1
Post by Viempar on May 31, 2008 12:05:04 GMT 1
"No it's not, he fucking killed him, he did..." Spike said half-heartedly, his body still racking with silent sobs. His mind had been twisted horribly into thinking that Naruko had murdered his only close friend, Roy. "He..." Spike retrained himself from divulging anymore sensitive information, it was too hard. "Sorry." He said to Mayu, resting his head on his chest, too tired from the strain of memories to stand.
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Post by Hikaru on Jun 5, 2008 19:02:14 GMT 1
Mayu looked at the door where Naruko had just walked out of after what Spike had said. Evil bastard... Mayu thought staring at the door. She looked back to Spike who was just about to spill something else when he stopped himself obviously too painful to just say to anyone, "Its alright. No one's perfect." Mayu said then lifted his chin up to look at her, "Stop being like this seriously doesnt suit you." She said standing up and pulling him up with her, "You have a big dinner to cook for a hell of alot of people. Better get cracking..." Mayu said smiling knowing sort of how he felt.
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Post by Viempar on Jun 8, 2008 20:16:22 GMT 1
Spike slowly got up, his legs as firm as jelly. Grabbing at the counter edges, he eventually tugged himself to his feet and wobbled over to the over, setting a good old fashioned egg timer and bustling around, his confidence returning with every movement. "Can we search for some mint sauce please people?!" He demanded after a long moment of silence, turning around, his face was fresh and stern once again with a grin of assured self-confidence, but behind his eyes the broken boy sat, waiting to be attacked again.
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Post by Hikaru on Jun 8, 2008 21:39:21 GMT 1
Mayu let go of his arm when he stood on his own even though she could tell he had legs like jelly. Then leant against the opposite counter waiting for something she could do to help as she was a hopeless cook. When he asked for mint sauce after a LONG moment of silence she turned around and started shuffling through the cuboards. In the fourth cuboard she found it behind other tins. Pulling it out then turned and chucked it over to Spike, "There you go..."And went back to leaning against the side counter after her small helping out.
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