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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 23, 2006 22:48:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, ten classes a day. And cram sessions after that." Ezra suddenly felt like he was a bit more of a dork than he usually felt. Basically, he just told a girl he did nothing but study. That really made him seem manly. Not that he was hitting on her or anything, but being a nerd was sort of embarrassing.
Zeke was happy enough to throw the ball right at Ezra, who wasn't paying attention. It pelted him right in the forehead, but didn't do anything other than make Ezra look like a goofball.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 23, 2006 23:21:32 GMT -5
Mikon chirped and Talbot chirped back, Mikon quickly dove over and absorbed the spell, staring up at Ezra with big appologetic eyes. Wiggling his wiskars and tears welling up.
Talbot looked over a Zeke, "You know that wasn't very nice."
((OOC: sorry shortposted >.< ))
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 23, 2006 23:27:19 GMT -5
"I wasn't paying attention, Zeke! Next time make sure I'm not going to get nailed, okay?" Ezra didn't seem mad at all. It wasn't like it hurt or anything. Balls made of air weren't exactly pain-inflicting weapons of ultimate doom or anything like that. At least, not ones like that. Suddenly, he reached down and picked up the little guy on the verge of tears. "Calm down, I'm okay. It was just a ball of air, 'kay?" Most would have smiled to reassure, but Ezra had "uninstalled" that feature of his expression.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 23, 2006 23:41:52 GMT -5
Mikon fluttered infront of Ezra and presed his little mousy nose against Erza forehead and spun high into the air- making a sound as if singing and then flying back down and smacking against Erza's chest and nuzzling against him purring.
Talbot smirked, "Aww Mikon likes you!" She looked at Zeke and then to Ezra, "Can Zeke have candy too?"
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 23, 2006 23:47:05 GMT -5
"He can't eat it. No mouth. He is a constuct, after all." For some reason, Ezra was scratching the little mouse behind the ears gently while it was being happy all over him. Zeke came over, and jumped piggyback style onto Ezra's back, kind of the standard spot for Zeke to hang on to. Sometimes, Zeke would just hang on and ride around for hours. It wasn't that bad, since Zeke eighded about the same as a pile of fluff.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 24, 2006 0:18:25 GMT -5
Mikon purred loudly, sprang away from Ezra and went to Talbot, he sat on the ground and did a backflip.
Talbot pulled out a piece of special candy and fed it to Mikon, Mikon flew into the air and sang happily. Talbot watched and the looked back at Ezra, "Oh too bad- hey I bet I could make a candy he could absorb and keep him working real well- I've make vitamins before and I-" she stopped, she had almost said rose and pewter wine- that could have gotten her in alot of trouble if there was any authority around, "I was very successful- I bet I could even make some to help make you stronger without much work!"
Talbot pulled out her cookbook again and began flipping pages, on close examination this was a healer's and herbalists cookbook rather than a normal one. This, besides Mikon, were all she had of her mother.
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 24, 2006 11:59:11 GMT -5
"Oddly enough. . ." Ezra scratched Zeke's head and began thinking. "Zeke doesn't have energy problems. Most constucts require an energy source to operate, basically a small gift of mana in the form of a mana battery. They're really easy to make. but Zeke doesn't even need one. It's part of the reason why those research mages in the lower school want to examine him. I've feared them disecting him too much to let them get near Zeke.
"And as for me, I'm not much for drugs. I don't even take medication when I'm sick. Might explain a few things, but I believe that using drugs only makes a person dependant on them to operate at full capacity. Besides, I don't need strength, I'm just a complusive knowlege seeker. As long as I can lift a book, I'll be fine." Almost thinking that he might have hurt her feeling by saying that, he tried to make it up with an offer. "But I can try and help you test whatever kind of new things you make. I do a lot of testing anyway, so it wouldn't be much trouble."
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 24, 2006 18:53:29 GMT -5
Talbot's feeling weren't hurt, infact she was encouraged by this. She only used the pewter and the rose wine- they were technically healing and restoration magic.
She smiled slightly, no hurt in her expression, "Well I understand where you're coming from- though as a healer tou should understand the compulsion to want to aid people."
Mikon chittered, Talbot looked at him and the two of them began chittering and squeaking back and forth to one another in a conversation. Talbot laughed loudly and looked at Ezra, "Mikon says he appreciates it- he is tired of taste testing people food."
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 24, 2006 22:39:31 GMT -5
"I'm not exactly a healer of the living. I can only work on objects like wood and steel, things that are materials. Things that were never alive, or are already dead. Possibly, if I took some time to do it, I could learn a healing spell for the living, but I've got a whole list of spells I have to learn just for my classes." When he said that, it was about the time Mikon started going crazy-hyper with the chittering. He had no clue in heaven or hell of what that little thing was saying. But then again, he wasn't the owner of the familiar spirit.
But she was capable of "chitter-speak", the weird series of nises that mice and other little adorable creatures made when they "talked". But the translation brought up an interesting question. "Is your cooking horrible or something?" He questioned, forgetting to hold his tongue about possible insults. Then again, he wasn't much of a cook himself.
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 24, 2006 23:41:39 GMT -5
"No I'm not actually- he's just upset because the last round of candy I made was for his coat and it made his fur grow too long. He had a hard time grooming."
Mikon chittered loudly and fluffed up then began meticulosly grooming. Feather by feather, and strand of fur by strand of fur- he began to shine.
Talbot sighed, "I've been removed from the schools kitchens several times because most of the people in there are inexperienced. For example that pie we've been smelling has no vanilla or cinnamon in it. That takes away from the flavor making it tolerable but not edible by my standards."
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 24, 2006 23:51:39 GMT -5
Ezra's lips twitched a little, curling upwards at the corners. But only for a brief moment as he heard what happened with the hair-tonic candy. As he wathed the little squeaker clean itself, he wondered why the little guy was so vain, it wasn't like there was a Mrs. Mikon. At least, not that he knew of.
But then came the subject of the spices not being in the pies. To Ezra, the reason why that was going on was obvious. "Sure, the spice may make the pie better, but you have to take other things into consideration. Such as allergies. You know, those things that cause a lot of problems if certain things aren't avoided? It's a precaution to keep the student body safe from themselves."
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 25, 2006 12:15:02 GMT -5
She laughed loudly, "Nonsense!"
Talbot shook her head, "It's not just about the ingredients! Actually talk with the students beyond 'Here you go, Dearie.' Ridiculous! A cook should know their diners better than their own recipies!"
She flopped onto the grass, Mikon fluttered to her stomach and continued grooming- he was a vain little creture that was for sure. Talbot raised her hands, "Allergies are not so bad if you know who the people you're serving are- you can prevent them from picking up the wrong thing or- as the cooking instructions I gave those so called cooks, is detailed down to every last ingredient and several different versions of the same dish in order to prevent an allergic reaction."
She heaved a sigh, "They're just insufferable!"
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Post by Ezra Emmerich on May 27, 2006 21:22:11 GMT -5
"Well, these guys aren't dedicated chefs, they're school lunch distributors. They don't care about serving good food, just that they get their job done. How happy would you be if you had to work a job that you probably weren't interested in until you realized you needed the money?" Odd set of words coming from him. But he said it. "Sure, they could be a little more enthusiastic, but I don't expect perfection, or even consistency. Maybe that's just me though."
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Post by Talbot Linsorim on May 28, 2006 14:02:12 GMT -5
Talbot sighed softly, turning her head to look at him, "Even if your occupation is terrible and unfulling- damaging to your ego and your dreams of ebing something greater than simply a cefeteria worker or something worse- one should always, always remember there is something better to happen in the near future or maybe even the far. You should still take pride in what you do and try your best- " she sighed, "And I know they are not even putting their hearts into it. No one smiles or l aughs while they cook- no one seems to enjoy the fact they are doing exactly what they wanted despite the pay or the location. They're making the food just as hollow as they are."
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