Entry 001

[chippedsoul]

Who: Kazuma Asogi and Anyone!
Which: Open. Brackets prefer, ok with prose.
Where: Whatever prompts take us.
What: Catch-all for October


[A - Communal Garden]
Kazuma never thought he'd have a green thumb until his experience in the Realm of Stories revealed he actually liked taking care of plants. So when he heard about the communal garden, he of course wanted to check it out.

There were some empty patches when he visits, others already in use. He probably should have brought something to plant as well, something to keep in mind for next time. The garden was rather lively with it's magical frogs and fish too. It's honestly a nice setup, even if he finds the singing a bit overdone. There are some overgrowth and weeds that were missed here and there and, without thinking, Kazuma starts to work on removing them.

If he's not doing that, he's tending to what's already been planted or helping others plant things into the soil bed.

[B - The Cluckening]
". . ."

What in hellspawn thought to create giant chickens? Giant by chicken standards at least. Kazuma had found a few wandering around his treehouse this morning, probably to pick at the grubs. There's even a rooster, making it's cock-a-doodle morning call and blocking Kazuma from leaving. Unlike the docile chickens, the rooster proved to be one aggressive beast. He dodges a swipe from it's claws that dig into the bark of the treehouse as he manages to pass through the door.

"Tch. Stupid bird!" This is not how you convince someone to eat chicken. The rooster doesn't seem done with him though, and puffs himself up in a threatening display. Not wanting to have these birds lingering around his home, he draws his blades, stands his ground and they enter a stare down. Who will make the first move?

C-Wildcard [Feel free to make your own starter! Other planned stuff will be in the comment section. You can reach me at noletters or in the game's discord for plotting purposes]

Comments

[chippedsoul]

Why not? [Today is full of stupid ideas. What's one more?] Just...leave it there. [When did he actually get real sleep?]

[steadypulse]

[A low hum, but he wasn't making to retrieve one of the full jars he had with him. Did he need to carry multiple? No, but he'd felt he might be the one needing them depending how it went.

Still came in handy.] Lucky you, I still can cook something to make the hangover you might feel stomping through your skull less hellish.

[chippedsoul]

Hoh...what you got, Fluffy? [He mumbles sleepily.]

[steadypulse]

[That got an amused huff out of him-] Salvaged a cast iron. Grilled cheese and scrambled egg sandwich, fried.

[Greasy food helped the best. On top of water, of course.]

[chippedsoul]

Mm, sounds good. . . [He's going to be unconscious for a while now. But it'll be the best sleep he's had since he's got here. Not single dream or thought bothered him. Maybe a half hour to an hour will have passed before he starts feeling his head throbbing from making poor drinking choices.]

[steadypulse]

[Enough time for 76 to get things out and prepped at least. Figured it was a good idea to meet up prepared as well.

There's a smell of toasting bread over the fire, reaching back briefly as he pulled an old canteen from his bag. Just to be ready.] If you can hear me, I've got some cool water for you. Help a bit.

[chippedsoul]

[Just a moan in response. He could smell something cooking though, and that causes his stomach to growl. He rolls onto his back, shielding his eyes from the bright sky.] Where...? [A hand reaches out, searching around him as if this cold water was nearby.]

[steadypulse]

[76 leaned over and set the canteen well with Kazuma's reach, sitting back up as he flipped the bread over after getting a few pieces of cheese on to it, and even got the eggs inside. Partially scrambled with just a straight-up sunnyside egg as well. Just two eggs.

Be a side of bacon.] The lid unscrews, if you have trouble I can get it for you.

[chippedsoul]

[He feels the canteen, wrapping his fingers around it. After getting it open, he pours some onto his face. It's cold, but a needed wake-up call. Once he manages to at least sit up, he'll take a swig of that water. With his vision returning, he can see the food being cooked. A western style breakfast...?]

How long was I out? [He drank at least half of what was in the canteen.]

[steadypulse]

Something under an hour. [Nothing too bad, so long as Kazuma wasn't running on some planned schedule.

76 kept the thing going in the cast iron until the cheese was melted, and then ported it on to one of the metal plates he traveled with. Making sure it would stay together before getting the skillet off the fire, plate in hand.]

Feel like you can stomach some food? This will help absorb any alcohol still in your stomach, and also make you feel a little better to have something else in there, too.

[chippedsoul]

[Kazuma made sure to set a bit of time aside, in case things got too deep. He blinks, looking from 76 to the food.] . . . [An old memory plays in his mind. A child laughing, being together with both his parents, still alive and well around the dining table. His eyes narrow, his head throbbing again.]

...Yea. [He extends a hand out to accept the plate.] Sorry for falling asleep on you.

[steadypulse]

[The plate was passed over, and some ruffle of Kazuma's hair in passing before 76 settled on the log again, fishing out another two pieces of bread and a bit of butter to set in the cast iron.

Going to toast up more bread? Yes, yes he was.] You're fine. Know how strong the stuff I make can be. Was debating making something weaker, eventually.

[chippedsoul]

[The hair ruffling really cements it. He was ready to eat, but now he's caught in a memory again. It's different and yet...he really can't get the memory of his father out of his head now.

What would he think him if he saw him right now?]

...It wouldn't really be moonshine then, wouldn't it? [His face is hidden from 76. His sandwich remains uneaten at the moment.]

[steadypulse]

Depends. [He's flipping the break over after giving it enough time to brown on one side, arms rested just across his knees.] Some make it weaker to sell easier. Dilute it with fruit syrups and the like to help make it sweeter and taste less like gasoline.

Then again the honey and mash I make helps a little with that. [Learned how to make it good and strong back in the Realm. Just... carried on here.] Need it strong for myself.

[chippedsoul]

...I see. [Moonshine can actually taste less like ass? He lifts a hand, running it through his hair.]

Pardon if this question seems intrusive, but...do you family? A kid, perhaps?

[steadypulse]

I don't make it for the taste, obviously. [His tone was a little dry, that little kick of humor in it.

There was a soft huff, more amused than anything. Intrusive question or not, didn't much mind it apparently.] No, never had the time.

[chippedsoul]

[A snort.] Something that taste like death itself, certainly not drinking for that.

[He lowers his hand, finally picking up the sandwich. The smell of delicious cooked eggs and bacon reach his nose.] Could have fooled me.

[steadypulse]

[Toast was slid out on to another plate he had, cast iron set aside to finally be allowed to cool.] I can make it taste good, at least. Now that I got a recipe down.

[He fished up a jar or sparkling blue honey, popping the lid off and slowly trickled it out over the toast in some back and fourth movement.] Might've been told that once or twice- job and the people there came first.

Now it's the mission.

[chippedsoul]

To have a family? [All right, he should probably eat this sandwich already. The warmth spread throughout his body after one bite, the taste of something that wasn't ass on his tongue. He may not be saying it, but he's clearly enjoying the sandwich as he chows down.]

[steadypulse]

That I acted like a dad, or at least the soldiers and other folks under me that were younger felt so. Kind of a running joke with some of them. [Shoulders shrugged, screwing the lid back on to the honey jar and setting it away so he could take a bite of toast. Buttery and sweet. Allowing some brief indulgence of his sweet tooth.] Not in the cards for me to have one.

[chippedsoul]

[He's eating away while 76 is speaking. He's quiet, lost in thought, wondering how to put together his next words.]

Well, whether you wanted to or not....thank you.

[steadypulse]

Wasn't a lack of wanting. [He had regrets, but at least his ex had managed to go off and have a happy family. Vincent had deserved that much, better life than stuck with everything that came with Overwatch and- well, him.

His head tipped.]

Still, you're welcome. Sandwich treating you well?

[chippedsoul]

[...Ugh, that was embarrassing. What he is doing? Going back to downing his sandwich.] Goo- [He should not talk with his mouth full.]

It's good. My head's not hurting as much.

[steadypulse]

[There was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.] Greasy breakfast foods are strangely one of the best hangover cures. That and keeping yourself hydrated.

[Catching a bit of honey before it got too into his beard with a thumb, sucking that clean briefly.] You're fine, by the way. [Had to say it.]

[chippedsoul]

Of course I'm fine. [Nothing is wrong! He's just thanking for the food! Yea.]

This isn't the strangest remedy I've heard of it. Taste good at least.