queenofkabukicho:

knightofechoes:

Zoru returns to the safehouse in a flurry of wind, two bundles of shopping bags held in each hand. “Otae, I’m back. I just went to pick us up some groceries, since I figured you’d be getting hungry by now.” He calls out as he walks into the kitchen he’d created. It was modest, matching to his usual standards, but it was far grander than the small corner-kitchen in his own apartment. It even had a connected dining room, complete with a table and settings. “Now…what to make?”

“Mmm?” She was totally still in bed.

By the time she’s responded, Zoru has already begun cooking. He’s decided on something simple, since it’s just the two of them. Homemade chicken soup, with a selection of fresh vegetables, such as celery and potatoes, added to the broth. It might be more accurate to call it vegetable soup with chicken, by this point. The smell of the brewing broth floats through the kitchen and dining room, inevitably wafting out to the main workshop area as well.

Zoru returns to the safehouse in a flurry of wind, two bundles of shopping bags held in each hand. “Otae, I’m back. I just went to pick us up some groceries, since I figured you’d be getting hungry by now.” He calls out as he walks into the kitchen he’d created. It was modest, matching to his usual standards, but it was far grander than the small corner-kitchen in his own apartment. It even had a connected dining room, complete with a table and settings. “Now…what to make?”

gateofarrogance:

knightofechoes:

gateofarrogance started following you

“…another Gilgamesh? Tch. Just what I needed…” He sighs and brushes his hair away from his eyes with a gloved hand, his command seals pulsing faintly beneath the black material. If it came down to it, he’d call Lancer. Though, honestly, he’d rather avoid such an outcome.

“And here we have yet another fool.” Honestly, where are these ‘others’ these people are speaking of? Poor deluded fools, to be played with so easily is really no fun at all. “I suppose I should not be surprised by now. You are also as ill as that woman. No matter, I can end your misery here and now, if you so wish~”

A charity from the King of Heroes. One should take these rare offers when they handed to them.

“I’ll pass, thanks. When I die, it’ll be against someone worthy of taking my life. You and your Gate can just go home, King of Heroes. I’ve no interest in fighting you.” He turns his back to the golden knight and waves a hand dismissively. It was time to gauge this one’s attitude in comparison to the other. So far, he seems by far the more arrogant of the two, but arrogance alone isn’t a threat.

gateofarrogance started following you

“…another Gilgamesh? Tch. Just what I needed…” He sighs and brushes his hair away from his eyes with a gloved hand, his command seals pulsing faintly beneath the black material. If it came down to it, he’d call Lancer. Though, honestly, he’d rather avoid such an outcome.

Zoru returns to the safehouse in a flurry of wind, two bundles of shopping bags held in each hand. “Otae, I’m back. I just went to pick us up some groceries, since I figured you’d be getting hungry by now.” He calls out as he walks into the kitchen he’d created. It was modest, matching to his usual standards, but it was far grander than the small corner-kitchen in his own apartment. It even had a connected dining room, complete with a table and settings. “Now…what to make?”

bloodstainedrogue replied to your post: Ragna staggered over to Zoru, his eyes to the floor as information seemed to rapidly speed behind his eyelids. When he looked up, a certain light previously absent very clearly shone in dual colored eyes. His lips slanted slightly before he stepped forward. “Was yea ra.” With the simple words, he threw his arms around his brother’s shoulders and pulled him into a tight embrace; despite his arms feeling somewhat lighter, and his core somewhat cooler.

His laugh was wry, choked, uneven, but it broke from him regardless. “Weren’t expecting to see me, huh?” He hung his head and pulled him in tighter. “I didn’t listen, but. Well… Now I understand. I understand… And understanding is happiness.”

“To be honest…I didn’t even know if you still lived or not…and I’ve been too busy to go looking for you.” Arms come up to hug his prodigal brother, a faint frown painting his lips. “…what’s wrong, Ragna? This isn’t just a social call, is it?”

“Ragna?” The embrace surprises him. He’d only come back to the real world to pick up some groceries for the safe-house, but this was…unexpected. “…I thought I told you to forget those words, you fool.”

the—gilgamesh:

knightofechoes:

“…you want to play that card? You? Really? I’m not even going to bother dignifying that with a response.” Seriously, he’s not going to even try with that one. He’s got a hundred different things he could say, but any one of them would just legitimize Gil’s argument.

“Hoo? You’re not even trying to deny it, so I was right? You are lusting after her.” He couldn’t help but laughed and laughed some more. Oh, this was rich. Far far farrr too rich for him. No, in fact, it was great. 

“Lust? Hardly. Unlike you, I’m above such base things. I love Otae, and that is something I won’t deny. I wouldn’t expect you to understand. You see people as possessions, so you can’t know what I feel for her.”

the—gilgamesh:

knightofechoes:

“Right. Whatever you say, King of Dildos.” Yes, he’s taking cues from Otae now. No, he doesn’t give a fuck.

He gotten so used to being called a dildo already that he doesn’t care anymore, beside, first off, GOLD IS TOO SOFT AND HE’LL BE THE WORSE DILDO EVER ANYWAY. “Yes, said the man that’s lusting after his own ‘sister’.” 

“…you want to play that card? You? Really? I’m not even going to bother dignifying that with a response.” Seriously, he’s not going to even try with that one. He’s got a hundred different things he could say, but any one of them would just legitimize Gil’s argument.

the—gilgamesh:

knightofechoes:

“Don’t you have better things to do? Like chasing after a crossdressing blonde King?”

“Please, she comes to me.” He already kissed her and he’s playing his cards right. He doesn’t need to hear anything from you. 

“Right. Whatever you say, King of Dildos.” Yes, he’s taking cues from Otae now. No, he doesn’t give a fuck.

the—gilgamesh:

knightofechoes:

the—gilgamesh started following you

“Nobody cares for your opinion, mongrel.” 

“Don’t you have better things to do? Like chasing after a crossdressing blonde King?”

scion-godslayer:

You know you wanna peek and tap dat ass.

“I do not! I’m not Novem or you, dammit! I have respect for peoples right to privacy!”

the—gilgamesh started following you

queenofkabukicho:

knightofechoes:

“…until either I or someone else remove Morph as a threat. Basic physical needs, such as hygiene and food, will be provided. I’ve been meaning to expand this place anyways. Make it more of a proper home, rather than a single room. If you want me to bring anything from the real world, please let me know. I’ll handle it.” He turns away, letting her go and snapping his fingers once. The wall across the room shifts and deforms, elongating itself and forming a door in the middle of the previously blank space. “I created this place, so it conforms to my will. That will be your room, and I’ve taken the liberty of placing the contents of your own room back in the real world within it. In addition, you have your own washroom, for your own convenience.”

He snaps several more times, each time causing another door to form. He explains each in turn. A kitchen, a common washroom for simple things like washing up, a wide training room with a variety of weapons, including her own naginata should she desire to exercise or simply let off steam. He snaps one final time, causing a door to form in a secluded corner of the workshop.

“And that…will be my room. If I’m not in the workshop or the training room, I’ll be there. I’ll also be keeping my collection of books in there, so if you wish to read them then feel free to go in and take what you please. If you need any other form of entertainment, please let me know. I can provide a television, or a computer if that’s what you want.”

She stared off into space and watched as the rooms formed in front of her eyes.  Stranger things had occurred so that wasn’t what bothered her.  The longer she thought about it, the more she realized she really was a prisoner.  For someone like Otae, freedom was something worth fighting for and she didn’t take it lightly.  Still, she tried to put it all into perspective.  Zoru was trying to keep her safe, that’s all.

In order to truly be safe one had to give up a certain amount of freedom; this was a known fact.  Had she been given the choice to begin with she still wouldn’t have chosen this but…

It wasn’t like she had the choice now.  ”Thank you, Zoru.” She smiled and moved past him a little in the direction of her room.  ”I think I’ll go clean up and take a bath.  No peeking, alright?”

“O-of course not! Who do you take me for, Sakis!?” He blushes bright red and turns his head away, feigning offense that she would even think he would do such a thing. As she begins to walk away, however, his eyes turn downwards and his voice lowers to barely a murmur.

“…I’m sorry, Otae.” He turns and walks to one of the workbenches in the room, singing quietly to himself as he starts to tinker with the prototype of some machine he’d been tinkering with. “sawul fffam…tecasa sssy…”

scion-godslayer replied to your post: “Novem? Do we have any meat?” She was looking through the fridge, looking a bit pale but it was too be expected. Soon she was going to turn completely human. Rubbing her stomach, Snow close the fridge and look for some bag of jerky to gnaw on.

She close her eyes as he checked her forehead. “It’s normal..” she murmur but went to go and put a jacket on. She came back, zipping up her jacket and lean against the counter to watch him cook.

“Normal or no, your health comes first.” He cracks his knuckles before rolling up his sleeves and setting to work, pulling the frozen steaks out of the freezer and setting them in the sink to thaw. He pulls out a large grilling pan that he had picked up and sets it on the stove, turning on the heat and greasing the surface before pulling open the cupboards to check what spices they had available. Pulling out a select few, he mixes them in a bowl and sets them off to the side, checking the heat of the pan with the back of his hand, pulling it away as he finds the heat at the right level. He passes the next few minutes by washing and peeling several potatoes before cutting them into wedges and putting them in a seperate frying pan with some oil and spices. After that’s done, he checks the steaks and, satisfied that they’re properly thawed, removes them from their packaging to lay them on the pan, the satisfying smell and sound of sizzling meat filling the small kitchen area. “Heh. Zoru may be able to cook more things than I can, but I can at least do this much.”