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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2014 16:04:10 GMT -6
| This template is as blood red as Aspen's dad's neck was when she slit his effing throat/// Rath is next
"1, 2, 3, 4~"
"1, 2, 3, 4~"
Rath picked at the annoyingly durable hardwood counter with a kitchen knife, pacing his slashes with his muttered counting. It was a slow day, but the boy was relatively entertained. He was both too intelligent and too simple to allow himself to be bored. Boredom is the complaint of the unimaginative, after all. He kept slashing away into the counterspace absent-mindedly, allowing his thoughts to take him on another adventure.
A few moments later, Rath would snap out from day dreaming, and realize that he had actually managed to etch a few markings into the table. A very crude etching of what appeared to be lady legs with a midlength skirt over it. A few glances and the poor boy realized that he had
|_____ | subconsciously carved Aspen Lucard
/ \ into the table. No, I didn't mean it
/ \ "that way." How the hell does that
/___ _____ \ even make sense? Get your mind
| | | out of the gutter you pervert~!
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| | | Ahem, anyway, the poor boy had just
| | | realize that he unwittingly illustrated and fantasized about his boss. The boy trembled in fear to the thought of her, slightly shaking violently in a fear-filled euphoria that both comforted and terrified him.
Their relationship was a complex one. Actually, not so much complex on her side. Rath was pretty sure she wanted to kill him. On the other hand, found solace within her, despite his very valid fears.
The confused hormonal shitsack attempted to fill his masterpiece with glue, jelly flour, and goddess knows what else to ensure that she wouldn't see it. Whether he is successful or not, is to be determined.
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Post by Aspen Lucard on Aug 19, 2014 21:06:16 GMT -6
   broken dreams and hardened hearts Aspen sauntered into the Lumpy Pumpkin through the back door, spun around once and threw her bag across the room. The books inside thumped against the wall, but by the time they hit, the girl was already out of the room and on to the next thing. Through another set of doors she entered the area behind the counter. Rath Jinqu was there, absorbed in the counter for some reason. Hylia knew why. She set to work looking at the list of customers that had come in and purchased pumpkin soup and cross-referenced with the added rupees in the drawer next to the list. All of the names and what they bought were written in extremely neat, frail looking handwriting. As frustrating as Rath could be, he was a good and diligent worker. The relation that they had was complicated by the circumstances that she’d put them in a few years back. Rath was like an old vase that she’d grown up with, seen every day and maybe made fun of on occasion, but passed down to her from her father after his rather… untimely death. Now that he worked for her, she didn't know what to do with him other than yell at him all the time. Intimidation of the younger boy worked wonders for keeping him from revealing what he may know about her father. There was quiet silence for a while in the room, save for the server’s breathing, and Aspen worked quickly to count up the profits from the day. Not many, it must have been ridiculously slow. “Rath, there isn't anything going on today right? These numbers are really low…” she trailed off as she saw a mess of what looked like every baking ingredient they had in the kitchen spilled all over the counter, and Rath with his hands covered in the gunk. Here we go again, she thought. “Rath Jinqu,” she said, her voice red with anger, “What the actual fuck are you doing?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2014 12:49:14 GMT -6
| I put a lot of effort to make this thread and template lively, much unlike aspen's dad/because he's dead
PLOMP
The whole pub would shake as she threw her bookbag against the wall. Suddenly a freezing wind struck it's way into the Lumpy Pumpkin. Jaws glanced upwards until his eyes stumbled onto the blood soaked hair of his shrieking harpy.
Well, not so much his shrieking harpy. Imagine two doves had lost a baby dove, and the Dove found himself in a vultures nest. The vultures gave him an occasional worm and let him stay in the edge of the nest. Then the baby vulture eats the daddy vulture and takes the whole tree as her domain. The baby dove is now given more food and his own nest within the tree. However, the baby vulture now continuously rips off the baby dove's feathers. And they're not even babies anymore, their hormonal ass birds with plumage and those silky wing things that secrete that weird bird pollen to allure mates. Growing up is weird.
Rath met her indigo eyes with his own, as a cold drop of sweat fell from his brow. The mistress had arrived at her castle, noticed what had been done in her stead, and unleashed the first wave of wrath onto him.
"Uh, uh..."
Rath quickly took the huge kitchen knife and pushed and disposed of the culinary abomination. While the rest of it, filled in the etching he made.
"Food sculpting~! The new fad that will bring in more customers to the Inn! T-That one didn't come out right though. Heh.." he chuckled nervously. Good save Rath, good save. He thought to himself.
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Post by Aspen Lucard on Aug 20, 2014 22:10:27 GMT -6
broken dreams and hardened hearts He looked horrified, good. He was a lot easier to influence that way. Aspen listened to the boy fumble for words to give her an explanation, then watched as he scraped away the mess on the counter. Food sculpting? He really needed a hobby.
“Rath, that’s not going to work. You know what would really bring in more customers? Not having damn food paste smeared all over the counter!” She pinched the bridge of her nose, damnit, she was getting a headache after attending class for an entire hour that morning. Brutal. Aspen reached over the counter and grabbed a rag with which she could wipe away the remains of the quickly drying mess. One swipe, there was some sort of scratches in the wood. Two swipes, it was a carving, it turned out. Three swipes… “Rath!!”
She turned on the boy and threw the rag down. “What is this?!” She grabbed the knife out of his hands and looked at the tip carefully. Wood pulp, he had been carving the table. Worse yet, he carved… She peered closely at it, recognizing the image as legs in a skirt. That skirt looked familiar... “Me? You carved me into the table? Damn it Rath!”
Aspen threw the knife into the kitchen area where it hit the wall with a loud thud. Okay, she felt a little better after that. She eyed Rath out of the corner of her eye, and pulled his frail body after her as she jumped over the counter, just in case any patrons were to come by while they were talking. Aspen stared up at him and ran her fingers along the wall, finally resting them on the knife that she’d thrown and playing with the end of it while she talked. “Care to explain yourself, for real this time?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2014 12:55:32 GMT -6
| art has context.like this template.why is it red?it's symbolic of aspen's dad's slit throat.that's context.
The young waiter scratched his head nervously as Aspen wiped the counter down, after beating down his fake idea. Another cold perspiration developed under his mussed-up choppy bangs, as her eyes closed in on his accidental masterpiece. His throat closed up, and his mouth opened slightly. A faint sound reminiscent of a whistling tea kettle. The boy squeaked once his mistress grabbed the knife out of his hand, slightly slicing through his palm. Not wanting her to see him bleed, he clenched his fist and hid it behind his waist. Positive reinforcement was the secret to being a good manager, not making your employees bleed.
Rath threw his back against the wall as Aspen leaped over into him, and squeaked again. Her fingers danced gracefully up the wall, as she toyed with the knife. Inappropriately so, the scene was euphoric for Rath, as he could feel the harpy's presence overpower his entire being. He let out a mused sigh, and stared back. The wave of pleasurable discomfort had left him, and he had been re-envoloped in pure unadulterated fear. After squeaking a couple more times, Rath opened up his throat and forced out an answer.
"U-Uh, Understand th-that art has a context and d-don’t dismiss things outright." he shivered. His harpy mistress was as terrorizing as ever.
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Post by Aspen Lucard on Aug 22, 2014 14:00:34 GMT -6
broken dreams and hardened hearts It would seem that whatever Rath said was simply geared to piss her off even further. “I don’t care what context it’s in, you can’t just go carving into my tables!” she yelled. Honestly, this was getting to be a horrible day. A wave of pain washed over her eyes and she clenched her jaw tightly, her headache was making its presence even more known now. The jingling of a bell was heard, and Aspen looked up to see a man walking in to the inn. She groaned, not in the mood to deal with him right now. Of course there would be a customer as soon as she showed up. Of course there would. She narrowed her eyes as the man sat himself at a table, waiting for service, clearly. She wasn’t going to help him, it would either be Rath or he wasn’t getting his order taken. Aspen sighed, and put her head in her hands. She didn’t want to deal with anyone right now, not Rath, not customers. She slid down the wall until she was sitting up against it on the floor, and kept her hands over her eyes. Oh, she wished the pain would stop. It was getting pretty bad now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 12:38:41 GMT -6
Remain here and keep watch with me.
Distrust crowds and don't leave the house
We'll balk, and dither, and grouse
Affirm there's nothing outside -- confirm there's nothing * Not gonna address the bleeding employee? Okay, managerial game on point, red. Or maybe she just didn't notice blood anymore, or the need to treat it. After seeing it gush out of your own father's neck, it can't even be mildly affecting to see. Rath breathed a heavy sigh and ran his hand under the bar sink. When it stopped dripping, he ran a kitchen knife around the bottom of his shirt and bandaged the cloth around his palm. With a sniffle and a sigh, he tied the cloth together, looking almost pleased with himself.
The bell rang, and a customer walked in. Rath matched his proprietor's grimace with a weak smile and his dead little eyes, but when his head turned to customer he began to beam. His face flushed with color and his eyes glowed. "Hi there, welcome to the Lumpy Pumpkin! One of our servers will be right with you." Pfffft, 'one of our' servers. The only two employees both knew that Rath was going to do it. Saying it just made it sound like they were an actually restaurant. But it was remarkable, Rath's dramatic positive mood shift once he had to accommodate for someone. Years in the service industry made most people crumble into a cesspool of stress and bitter detachment, but not Rath. Rath was truly his happiest serving other people.
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Post by Aspen Lucard on Aug 26, 2014 9:53:07 GMT -6
broken dreams and hardened hearts Ugh, she really should have closed this place a while ago. Aspen hated dealing with the customers. Rath seemed to love it though, and she couldn’t just leave the boy homeless. With a sigh, she opened her eyes to glare across the room at the innocent man who had interrupted her session of self pity. She slowly got to her feet and looked around the kitchen trying to find anything to give the man so that he would leave as quickly as possible. She noticed that the pot of pumpkin soup wasn’t over a fire at all, it looked to be cold. She raised an eyebrow, and turned around to see if either male was looking in her direction. Satisfied that she would be able to get away with it, she knelt down underneath the soup and flicked one of the logs underneath, instantly igniting it in flames. Having a magical affinity for fire, even just the most basic of spells, was useful on occasion.
That being done, she figured that she’d look for something, anything to get rid of her headache. There might be some sort of herb in the counter, or something. Not that she’d really know how to identify such an herb should it exist, she took the chance. She took a step in that direction, only to slip and bump her hand on the countertop. She looked down, there was blood on the floor.
What is going on? She thought. It was then that she saw more of the red liquid dripping down the wall in a thin line, running off of the end of the knife she’d stuck in. Panic immediately set in, she hadn’t the greatest experiences with blood on knives before, but dimly she remembered yanking it from Rath. She must have done that, in her anger. She felt a little guilty – while she often abused Rath verbally, she tried to avoid physically harming him, for the most part.
She hopped up onto the counter and swung her legs over the side, grabbing ahold of Rath’s shoulder before he could attend to the customer. She felt like she ought to say something, but her insensitivity ended up overshadowing the intent. “Your fingers are all still on, right?” She asked, bedside manner impeccable as always.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2014 13:20:39 GMT -6
Remain here and keep watch with me.
Distrust crowds and don't leave the house
We'll balk, and dither, and grouse
Affirm there's nothing outside -- confirm there's nothing * She...She noticed. Rath beamed. His gentle face was stricken with rosy cheeks. Which was impressive, considering his skin tone. Aspen's hands felt soft, like cream grazing his shoulder, but a firm grip kept him steady in her hand. For him this was a tender moment, he was flustered by the gentleness of his mistress. Although from an outside view, this was like textbook stockholm syndrome, and he knew it. No matter, Rath was touched.
He giggled and twiddled the fingers on his bandaged hand, reassuring his proprietor's concerns. "I'm fine, Aspen." he spoke, swallowing his words a bit. The boy hadn't called her by name in a while. Maybe when they younger, and he had first spoken to her with childlike familiarity, but eventually her coldness made it clear that it wasn't wise for him to do so. Her father, as horrible as he was to Aspen, made it clear to Rath that the boy wasn't good enough to be associated with his daughter. He wasn't a young boy then, he was an indentured servant. Still though, it was better than being a Branded anywhere other than Skyloft. Not that he didn't go out of his way to hide his Brand here, either. You can never be too careful.
Rath tugged on the gold band on his neck. If he was going to tell anyone in the world it would be Aspen, but now was not that time. His eyes trained back on her, she looked more grimaced than usual. The boy abruptly, felt her forehead with the back of his palm.
"Your head pumping." he asserted. "I'll take care of the floor, go drink something cold and lay down." Rath had the tone of a stubborn child mixed with a concerned friend. All of his fear of her had been replaced with the need to care for her.
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Post by Aspen Lucard on Sept 21, 2014 19:43:34 GMT -6
broken dreams and hardened hearts
It was times like these when it was nice to have Rath around, times when she was simply too tired to be annoyed with him, when he’d take care of her until she was well enough to go back to screaming at him and generally being as intimidating as possible. She had to wonder how that sort of relationship evolved. She’d always been cold to Rath, but she now found herself wondering how that coldness developed. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d ever acted like a normal child, but then again, she never did have a normal childhood. Maybe, if she’d grown up differently, and if he’d grown up differently, things would have been… well, different.
It was probably the fact that she had a horrible headache that was making her think so much – ironic that a literal headache should give her a metaphorical one – and she vowed to forget these thoughts once she was asleep. Worrying about what might have been was unhealthy.
Aspen patted Rath on the head a couple times, and then pulled herself away to go sleep. She’d return to her usual frigid self when she could think straight. Surely, nothing would come of these thoughts. Probably.
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