Post by Cheshire on Jun 27, 2016 19:59:06 GMT -5
A cup - some mug with writing Cheshire couldn't have been bothered to read scrawled across its face - rolled over the wooden tabletop. It hung at the edge precariously, wavering back and forth, not quite sure if it wanted to take that dive or not. She didn't even notice with how she was rummaging through the cabinets, tossing packets of useless commodities and silverware aside, some falling down to the counter below with clatters and smacks. Blood stained the walls of the kitchen in trails, though the rest of this abandoned house was oddly neat; disregarding, of course, the mess she was now making.
She drew back with a small bag of tea, staring it down while it dangled between pinched fingertips and tilting her head slowly. She had never, personally, cooked anything before; let alone made tea, which she assumed she could just throw on the stove and be done with it. She laughed quietly to herself at the image in her thoughts; no, she wouldn't just sprinkle it over the flames - that would be dumb! She pulled a glass that had been knocked sideways from the cabinet and placed it on one of the hot spots dotting the oven top. A painted, manicured nail tore through the frail fabric confining the tea and she shook it over the cup, emptying its contents until it filled the bottom quarter with its powder.
She smiled smugly, nodding once. This wasn't that hard, really, after all. She pawed around at the controls before the flame began to grow, rubbing her hands together mischievously. She'd watch the process intently, a low hum building in her throat. She wasn't on much of a time constraint, here, really. She was free to take her time, to enjoy the sights of - this singular room, breaking away from the war raging outside the windows. At least there would be tea!
Frustration bloomed in those lazily swimming eyes of hers and only grew - oddly enough no beverage sprouted from the soil. It only seemed to heat, the glass starting to shake as it shone with a quickly angering warmth. Smoke rose from the blackening grains, Cheshire's brow furrowing deeply. This wasn't right, this isn't how it was supposed to go. This was the absolute worst thing she had ever been faced with, an upset confusion clawing its way up her throat as she sucked in a breath. Why wasn't this working?
Cracks began splintering across the fragile container, a sickening sound that rung in Cheshire's perplexed ears - and then fire, fire! The tea had caught fire! This is definitely not how this was meant to go! She flailed backwards to avoid the sudden spark and stream, blinking rapidly, unable to hide the quiet awe that begrudgingly rimmed her honey gaze. It only seemed to get worse from there, the flames growing and glass shattering, grating in her thoughts. Not an outcome she had expected; she must have missed a step, somewhere. Unsure of what to do to fix this new problem arising, her mind jumping between possibilities, her casual panic allocated reiryoku around her maw. Startled, she blew, and the Cero exploded outwards; getting rid of the remnants of her little mistake and half the house with it.
Things went eerily silent after that outburst, calming her racing heart with steady pants and straightening herself after a few moments of looking over the wreckage she had wrought. A few seconds later the mug finally teetered off the edge of the table and hit the ground with a sickening smack - causing her to flinch at the sudden noise, throwing her arms out to the side.
"...Oh!"
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She drew back with a small bag of tea, staring it down while it dangled between pinched fingertips and tilting her head slowly. She had never, personally, cooked anything before; let alone made tea, which she assumed she could just throw on the stove and be done with it. She laughed quietly to herself at the image in her thoughts; no, she wouldn't just sprinkle it over the flames - that would be dumb! She pulled a glass that had been knocked sideways from the cabinet and placed it on one of the hot spots dotting the oven top. A painted, manicured nail tore through the frail fabric confining the tea and she shook it over the cup, emptying its contents until it filled the bottom quarter with its powder.
She smiled smugly, nodding once. This wasn't that hard, really, after all. She pawed around at the controls before the flame began to grow, rubbing her hands together mischievously. She'd watch the process intently, a low hum building in her throat. She wasn't on much of a time constraint, here, really. She was free to take her time, to enjoy the sights of - this singular room, breaking away from the war raging outside the windows. At least there would be tea!
Frustration bloomed in those lazily swimming eyes of hers and only grew - oddly enough no beverage sprouted from the soil. It only seemed to heat, the glass starting to shake as it shone with a quickly angering warmth. Smoke rose from the blackening grains, Cheshire's brow furrowing deeply. This wasn't right, this isn't how it was supposed to go. This was the absolute worst thing she had ever been faced with, an upset confusion clawing its way up her throat as she sucked in a breath. Why wasn't this working?
Cracks began splintering across the fragile container, a sickening sound that rung in Cheshire's perplexed ears - and then fire, fire! The tea had caught fire! This is definitely not how this was meant to go! She flailed backwards to avoid the sudden spark and stream, blinking rapidly, unable to hide the quiet awe that begrudgingly rimmed her honey gaze. It only seemed to get worse from there, the flames growing and glass shattering, grating in her thoughts. Not an outcome she had expected; she must have missed a step, somewhere. Unsure of what to do to fix this new problem arising, her mind jumping between possibilities, her casual panic allocated reiryoku around her maw. Startled, she blew, and the Cero exploded outwards; getting rid of the remnants of her little mistake and half the house with it.
Things went eerily silent after that outburst, calming her racing heart with steady pants and straightening herself after a few moments of looking over the wreckage she had wrought. A few seconds later the mug finally teetered off the edge of the table and hit the ground with a sickening smack - causing her to flinch at the sudden noise, throwing her arms out to the side.
"...Oh!"
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