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Post by kiddie on Sept 30, 2012 23:20:29 GMT
Artisan didn't stir until Lambda draped the blanket over him, smiling and drowsily noting that the soft material was comforting. Exhaling peacefully, he pried one dreamy eye open...and saw Lambda. He shut his eyes immediately and counted in his head, reopening them on the count of five. It was no hallucination. Lambda was right there, examining the tiny dent he'd placed in her thirty weapon order, and no doubt very displeased with them.
Jolting back up into a sitting position, Artisan accidentally startled Heinz and dropped the pair of pliers on the ground. The movement was so sudden that his vision temporarily went blurry by all the blood rushing to his head and he wobbled in place, catching himself before his forehead would smack against the table.
“I'm sorry!” he gasped, “How long was I asleep?! Ai, I'm so stupid!”
Resting his elbows on the table, he propped his head up with a slender palm, shutting his eyes once more and yawning. “I'll get back to work,” he said, “I'm sorry, I am.” Forcing his eyes to open halfway, he took a look at the crossbow he'd been working on before he passed out...it was pointing backwards. He really needed a break.
“You can take the other three if you want...This one isn't any good,” he said.
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Post by [*DOC] on Sept 30, 2012 23:28:18 GMT
Jumping back in surprise as he woke up, Lambda faintly cursed under her breath - or as much as the young woman would curse, mostly being something along the lines of 'damn' - before eyeing the crossbow in question, trying not to laugh at the very obvious flaw to its design. Shaking her head slightly, her still slightly damp hair falling away from over her shoulders to straight down her back, she folded her arms, smiling strangely.
"Shush, you idiot... It looks like you could do with a break, anyway. Do you want to go get some lunch? I don't think you've eaten yet today... It's bad for you to skip meals." She attempted to scold him, but her voice came out too soft to really sound mad.
"C'mon, I'm not having you do bad work, that's worse than no work at all."
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Post by kiddie on Sept 30, 2012 23:57:45 GMT
“Is this a trick? Artisan asked skeptically, “You poisoned my food? There are arm guards ready to execute me outside the door? You have never once taken me to lunch, Lambda. What's the catch?” Lambda's odd behavior combined with her lack of gothic attire made the situation seem like one trippy, sleep deprived hallucination.
Stifling another yawn, he stood up and stretched. “I'd have to disagree. At least you could smack someone in the face with a backwards crossbow. If I didn't make anything, you'd be defenseless, that you would.” After flexing his tight fingers and massaging his knuckles, Artisan blinked at the door. “Thanks for inviting me... he said, “Are you coming, Heinz?”
Heinz sniffed at the duo and turned around, giving Lambda the tail and going back to his nap. Artisan interpreted that as, “Hell no, I'm not moving! Bring me a banana or something, fool.”
“I guess not,” yawned Artie, “More food for us then.”
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 1, 2012 0:10:06 GMT
Lambda giggled a little, pulling open the door with the view to moving down to the kitchen area, that was once the hospital canteen, but now had no-one working in it to cook for them. Lambda had used to be a disastrous cook, but she'd learnt to master the basics, since she had no-one else to do it for her, exactly. But whenever the chance arose, she'd always get Calista or Artisan to cook for her, simply to save her the effort... not to mention the burns.
"If I wanted you dead, Artie, I would kill you myself... surely you know that?" She raised an eyebrow at him, figuring that he must still just be half asleep to think such a thing. If Lambda wanted a job done right, she would do it herself... But if she wanted a job done well, she'd get Artisan to do it. And if she didn't know how, she'd ask Calista. Simple.
Once Artisan had agreed to join her, she began to make her way down to the kitchen, tightening her robe around her, feeling surprisingly tired for it being in the middle of the day. She'd stayed up most of the night working on a tactical plan for their next move; she was particularly focusing on trying to eradicate the two main Hunter familes; the Fallen Slayers, and the Suzuyas.
The girl stifled a yawn, her mind still on the thought of battering a person to death with a backwards crossbow. "That may be so, but if you wanted to batter someone to death, why use such an unusual object? Why not just... I don't know, use a wrench? Much more efficient! And messy." She chuckled darkly, before realizing what he'd said about her being defenseless.
"And for your information, I would not be defenseless! I'm much stronger than I look!" She sounded a tad whiny, looking over her shoulder at him with a hurt expression.
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Post by kiddie on Oct 1, 2012 0:58:37 GMT
It wasn't safe to place Artisan behind a stove in his current state, let alone handle knives, despite how he was the better chef. He'd probably fall asleep on the counter and allow the hospital to catch fire, oblivious to he smoke alarms and sirens. Still, he half expected Lambda to order him into the kitchen to make some stir fry or stew. At the least she'd try to copy the recipes he'd always done, burn the food, and order him to teach her how to make them.
“I prefer not to make it messier than necessary, that I do not,” said Artisan, “And don't steal my wrench to kill people with! I touch that with my bare hands!”
Noticing Lambda's yawn, he suppressed one himself, the sensation being contagious. “What do you want to eat?” he asked, “Something to wake you up, hm? I can make you hospital food stir fry. They probably have some coffee around here...How many sugars?”
Without waiting for the order, he yawned again and pushed his way into the kitchen. “Why are you so tired? Did you not sleep well last night?” he asked, “And I'm sorry, you aren't defenseless. I'm not thinking right...”
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 1, 2012 1:31:13 GMT
As the two reached the canteen, Lambda pushed open the double doors and headed for the kitchen area, looking around at the slight disarray with a distasteful expression, before digging around the fridge for foodstuffs. "I can cook for us today... don't worry, I said take a break, didn't I?" Finding a pack of noodles in the cupboard, a tin of plum tomatoes, a small onion, and surprisingly some bok choy, Lambda began to pull out the various ingredients and place them on the counter, digging a little deeper to find some scraps of beef that would do as a meat for their meal.
"No sugars for me... and I'm fine, don't worry... I was just up late last night drawing up some plans and stuff..." Yawning again, she pulled a large, slightly rusted wok out from another cupboard, and eyed it almost suspiciously, having little to no idea how to work such a thing. Placing down on top of the stove, she set about preparing the vegetables, looking nothing if not a little intimidated.
Looking around, she managed to find a chopping board and a small vegetable knife, before stabbing the onion with a strange violence, blinking in surprise when it didn't fall into neat, small cubes. Pulling out the knife, she tried to chop it, merely succeeding in cleaving the onion into two very differently sized halves, and getting the knife stuck in the chopping board.
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Post by kiddie on Oct 1, 2012 1:52:44 GMT
Raising a skeptical eyebrow at Lambda, Artisan had no choice but to step aside and let Lambda do the cooking. Instead he busied himself in brewing the two of them some wake-up coffee, keeping a mental note that Lambda liked her's a black and he liked his sweet with three sugars. While the coffee pot was busy brewing, Artisan leaned against the counter and yawned. Would break time include nap time?
That's of course, when Lambda murdered the chopping board.
“What are you trying to do?” he asked, “Kill the onion?” Artisan almost always hid his laughs behind his hands, as if afraid they'd sneak out and cause him to make a mistake. He headed over to the counter Lambda was at, and pried the knife from the chopping board with difficulty.
“Ah, what do they call this...Sawing? Sawing motion? Make a sawing motion like this. See?” he said. He demonstrated how to cut the onion into little squares on the more lopsided half before setting the knife down and backing the hell away. “Now you try!”
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 1, 2012 12:15:15 GMT
"Saw...ing?" She repeated, seeming honestly baffled by the concept. As he motioned for her to try, she picked up the knife one more and hovered over the other half of the onion, before once more hacking the knife down into the onion, but slightly more lightly this time, so instead of cleaving it clean in half it got stuck after the first few layers. Once this had been achieved, she attempted the sawing motion that Artisan had demonstrated, mouth opening to a small 'o' of surprise as it actually worked.
"That's... amazing!" She breathed, seeming genuinely shocked by this development. Once she had cut a slice of the onion properly, she attempted it again, this time missing the onion altogether with her hack and bouncing the blade off of the chopping board, letting out a surprised squeak at her near-accident.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she made another attempt, managing to slice another chunk from the onion properly, but acting a little gingerly now, seemingly afraid of chopping her fingers off.
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Post by kiddie on Oct 2, 2012 10:26:38 GMT
Watching the “great and powerful” Lambda be dazzled by something as simple as cutting an onion made Artisan laugh softly. Sometimes the young mechanic doubted Lambda was the same person at times like this, when she wasn't yelling or loading work on him like a human pack mule. He could almost like her, even if only a teensy-itty-bitty-bit. “It is, isn't it?” he said, “Just...be more careful, okay?”
Taking another knife from the chopping block, Artisan busied himself in slicing the rest of the vegetables in no time at all. “I'll never hear the end of it if you chop one of your fingers trying to make me lunch,” laughed Artisan. Despite what he'd said, he found himself smiling at the idea of helping Lambda. This was different than simple, “Artie, make me this” or “Artisan! I want that!”.
No, this was different. They were making something together.
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 2, 2012 11:52:01 GMT
"I am being careful." She huffed a little, but sat back and watched him chop the vegetables in little less than awe, amazed to see them fall into such neat little chunks with so little effort. Once he was finished, she began to dig around in the cupboards, looking for some sort of cooking oil to work with. Finding some vegetable oil, she began to heat up the wok, putting a little oil in it, momentarily entranced as the oil began to thin and almost dissipate... Right up until it started bubbling and popping at her.
Surprised by this, she let out a soft, but high pitched 'Kyaa!' and shot backwards, having never experienced such a thing before. Wiping a tiny sore spot on her face where a fleck of oil had stung it, she looked to Artisan with wide eyes, as if to say 'Artie, the oil hurt me! I need a hug!'.
"I... think I'll... let you do this part..."
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Post by kiddie on Oct 14, 2012 19:56:45 GMT
“You alright there?” yawned Artisa, “I know oil is fascinating, but you’ll get burnt if you put your face so close,” Seeing as how there were no pigtails to pull, Artisan playfully ruffled Lambda’s hair instead--messing up how neatly brushed it’d been. “ Let me see how bad it is,” he said softly. Cupping her chin with one hand, his thumb brushed around the burnt area. “You’ll live,” he declared, releasing his hold, “See if they have...what’s the word...? Lotion? Lotion! See if the hospital has lotion in the cupboards for that burn. If you can't find anything, I'll take a look, but let me finish cooking first..”
Scanning for a spatula and not coming across one, he shook the pan and flipped its contents so the food wouldn't burn. Every now and then he’d give the pan’s contents a toss to turn them over, blinking blearily and humming to himself to keep awake.
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