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Post by PRINCE on Nov 16, 2016 1:01:55 GMT -6
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as she stupid? [break][break] She had to be... Why had she sent that missive to Marth!? Ever since their quests together, he kept popping into her mind at random times throughout the day. She wasn't sure what to do... Did this mean she wanted to be his friend? Prince wanted a friend... That had to be it! She was just excited to make a friend. [break][break] Prince sighed with relief as she sat down in a chair at the Inn. It wasn't anything complicated... She just wanted to be his friend. A friend would be nice, after all. Still, as Prince looked over the missive, she gulped. Maybe she should have been more formal... Was it too casual? Her eyes scanned the missive in her menu quietly with an intense gaze. When his reply dinged up, she jumped up, startled. [break][break] He was coming. [break][break] He said they were already friends. [break][break] Her heart skipped a beat as she gulped. Right... She had to prepare for him. Prince took in a deep breath. When he got here, she'd have him help her go buy ingredients... She wondered what he liked to eat.[break][break] [attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#33b5e5[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#33b5e5;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#33b5e5[/newclass]
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Post by MARTH on Nov 16, 2016 1:12:06 GMT -6
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Marth was mentally kicking himself all the way to the inn. Tolbana wasn't a very long walk when you were berating yourself for potentially nuking any chances that you had with a girl that possibly didn't know you even existed. He grumbled and ran a hand through his hair while sighing for the umpteenth time. If his uncle caught wind of him doing this then there would be no chance of stopping him from interfering. Even if the older man was small, his rage was similar to that of a bull or a very angry toy-sized rotweiler. But he wanted to do this even if it would turn out in some sort of disaster. Better friends than not at all.His mom taught him to fight for what he wanted while his father was more of the laidback kind of man. Just take what you can get. Don't stress, just relax. That is what Marth told himself as he took in a deep breath only to exhale and open the door to the inn. He tried to remain calm in the message that he sent to her. Wanting to reassure her or at least himself that this was just a friendly visit. A not date. Right, it was just a date between friends which would end with them just being friends. Who am I kidding?Sending a message to her telling of his arrival as he walked into the lobby, he wondered what the skill could be. " Prince, you around here?"
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Post by PRINCE on Nov 16, 2016 1:55:19 GMT -6
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P rince quietly glanced down at the table in thought. What kind of food would Marth like..? This was all very... unusual. In her real life, she had never even really boiled water so much as actually cook. Yet, in the game, she could cook. She could do what her father kept from doing. Prince glanced down to stare at her hands in silence. The hands before her were useless for most things. Her grades were never the best, and she wasn't athletic at all. However, in the game, she could cook with them. She could fight with them. [break][break] She squeezed her hands tightly before letting out a soft sigh. Prince wasn't suppose to like this game more than real life. When the message of his arrival pinged into existence, Prince nearly jumped out of her skin. She hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings and the sudden ping of the message brought her crashing back into virtual reality. Marth was here. [break][break] Prince stood up and turned as she heard his voice. A soft smile spread across her lips. ”Erm... hi Marth, thanks for coming... um, so... I got the... erm...” Her eyes darted to the side nervously. ”I got the chef license skills, and... erm I wanted to test it out... so er...” She paused before gulping and finishing. [break][break] ”W..What kind of food do you like?”[break][break] [attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#33b5e5[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#33b5e5;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#33b5e5[/newclass]
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Post by MARTH on Nov 16, 2016 5:32:39 GMT -6
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The inn was warm and Marth took in a deep breath. It was much different from outside and everything just felt cozy. He could’ve sat in one of the chairs and laid his head on the table only to fall asleep not too long after. But that was dangerous as someone once told him before. Speak of the devil, and he will appear, there she was. Marth turned his head to look at her and nearly froze in place. Prince was smiling at him and the words that came from her mouth were ones that any boy his age would’ve been happy to hear. But Marth was trying to pick them apart bit by bit. She invited him out to try a skill, it was a cooking skill. She wasn’t looking at him directly but she was smiling. That was normal for her if he was going off prior knowledge. And she seemed pretty shy about it. So, what was the proper response. “ Spicy foods,” he said definitively. “ But if you’re testing it out then we should eat something that you like too.” He walked closer to stand in front of her, a warm smile spread across his lips. “ Though, I do have to say that I’m pretty flattered that you called me out here. Thanks a lot.” He rubbed the back of his head and smiled softly. Absolutely nothing could ruin this moment.
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Post by PRINCE on Nov 16, 2016 15:33:37 GMT -6
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picy foods? [break][break] Prince glanced down quietly, thinking it over. Honestly, she couldn't really handle spicy foods. She liked sweet things. The girl's lips pursed as she brought a hand up to her chin in quiet thought. She wanted to make something he'd like, but he said he wanted her to make something she liked too. The girl nodded quietly. Prince just wanted him to like the food, so she'd make something spicy for him. She'd like that. [break][break] ”Alright, let's make something spicy,” she spoke softly. Her eyes shifted to the door quietly. Outside of the inn there was a market place that stretched down the main road. NPCs sold various materials and items. Prince turned to gesture to the door with a soft shift of her hand. ”E..erm no problem... I thought you'd like to help...erm...”[break][break] Her gaze shifted to the door from Marth. ”Would you like to come with me to buy the ingredients?”[break][break] [attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#33b5e5[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#33b5e5;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#33b5e5[/newclass]
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Post by goryo on Nov 16, 2016 17:41:32 GMT -6
 毒食わば皿まで | [attr="class","oh"]Briskly walking down the main street, the dark skinned male took a sharp turn before continuing down the street. Golden hued eyes narrowed and brows furrowed together, the man's lips curved downward sharply as he barreled through the street. Shoulders squared and set heavily down, head down but pointed like a spear head. His shoes made a quick pace as he briskly made his way to his destination.
He had left the inn a while ago, but one thing was still nagging at his mind. He attempted to by pass it, but at this point he knew he needed to do something about least he drive himself crazy over it. Taking another sharp turn, he continued before making a quick stop in front of the door that he was looking for. Hand hastily grasping the doorknob and pulling with all his strength to nearly rip it off the hinge as he stepped through the doorway.
Eyes centered down on the two familiar bodies standing in front of the door, only taking a second to register who they were before he brushed past the two towards the counter. Fingers nimbly picking up the red pen set next to the log and placing it just two centimeters towards the left. Carefully placing it in the correct spot. Stepping back to survey what he did, he nodded his head in satisfaction and turned around to look at the two children.
Golden eyes looked at Marth first and then Prince. Lingering his attention on Prince for a moment before switching it back towards his nephew, a single eyebrow raising in question.
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Post by MARTH on Nov 16, 2016 21:13:21 GMT -6
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" Sure." It felt like a normal outing, he thought. Just something simple and without complications. After seeking advice from a plethora of persons and coming to the conclusion that he should just let things go their natural course, Marth felt comfortable in his own skin again. He tucked his hands in his pockets preparing to leave alongside Prince only to notice that someone else had called out to them. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes widened slightly and bewilderment was in his tone. " Uncle?" He looked around for any sign of his teacher but couldn't see him. Perhaps they had gotten separated. The thought left a sour taste in his mouth. Even though Arata-oji-san could take care of himself, it was dangerous to let him wander around by himself. The man had quite the mouth on him especially when it came to someone that he could mess with. Marth looked from his uncle to Prince then back. Alarms blared in his head as he remembered hte other man's warning during the quest that they had done together. Steeling his resolve, he inclined his head towards her. " Prince wanted to try out a new skill and asked me to help out," he said. " But what are you doing here?" It would be a good chance to diffuse the situaion and hopefully keep what he thought was going to happen at bay. " Otsukisensei isn't with you?" Looking towards Prince, he motioned towards Goryo with a nod of his head. " Prince, this is my uncle, he goes by Goryo in the game. I think you two have met before?"
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Post by PRINCE on Nov 17, 2016 0:00:03 GMT -6
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hen the familiar figure of Goryo entered the shop, Prince remained quiet. He passed right by Marth and her... He must have had something important to do. Her gaze shifted to watch him go to the counter. What was he doing? Was he getting a room..? She glanced to Marth. Well, if Goryo was busy, they should just go. She could say hi later. [break][break] However, before Marth and Prince could leave, Goryo approached them. She glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes blinked slowly, curiously. He didn't seem to be looking at her... Did he know Math? When Marth spoke, uttering the word 'uncle', Prince glanced between the two a few times, as if trying to connect the dots that had been laid out before her. The two of them didn't look alike... but she didn't look much like her father. So not looking like family wasn't odd. [break][break] As Marth spoke, Prince nodded her head softly. ”Yes, erm... I..I've recently gotten the Chef License skill, and I wanted to test it out...” she explained as her hands gently moved to clasp over one another in front of her waist. She looked to Marth and nodded quietly as he mentioned her knowing him. ”Erm, yes... we did a quest together before the.... announcement. I also ran into him... during it.”[break][break] Her eyes shifted down before she spoke once more. [break][break] "We were... erm... about to go buy ingredients if you'd like to join us?"[attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#33b5e5[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#33b5e5;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#33b5e5[/newclass]
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Post by goryo on Nov 17, 2016 13:47:55 GMT -6
 毒食わば皿まで | [attr="class","oh"]With crossed arms, golden hued eyes switched back and forth between the two children before them. Surveying their clothes for a moment before turning his attention to their faces.
As soon as Marth began explaining the situation and mentioned a new skill, he glanced towards the small statured woman. Watching her closely as she mentioned the Chef License skill. That certainly caught his interest. So you had the ability to craft your own food, that was something he missed back in the real world. If by some chance one could make the food better than what you bought from the inn, he'd do what it takes to get that fine taste back.
"Otsukisensei isn't with you?"
" He's preoccupied. " was the simple answer that the man gave. Goryo did his best to not stray to far from his partner's person, but sometimes they separated for a while before rejoining. He had no issue with it, and neither did the other. They just knew to be more careful when apart.
”Erm, yes... we did a quest together before the.... announcement. I also ran into him... during it.”
Goryo nodded his head in confirmation. It certainly was interesting to see the once stupid and brave Prince turn into a mess of fear and emotions.
The dark skinned male gave a slight sigh, listening to Prince attempt to invite him meagerly. Stepping forward, he pulled his arms forward to try to place a hand on Prince's head and Marth's shoulder. Taking a moment to give Prince a reassuring look and then half-lidded judging look towards Marth.
" I wouldn't mind seeing this skill. " his hands receded and crossed over his chest. Feet shoulder width apart as the dark skinned male waited patiently, eyes centering on the girl. " Maybe you can make something better than this awful food I've been eating at this inn. " |
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Post by MARTH on Nov 17, 2016 19:37:32 GMT -6
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While Prince spoke, Marth kept his gaze impassively on Goryo. The smile on his face didn't diminish any but it didn't reach his eyes as it had before. His uncle warned him not to ask her out on a date and in a way he hadn't. But it wasn't wrong for him to try and get to know her more so than what he already did. He wasn't seeking to date her and be this game for the sake of her. That was foolhardy and irritatingly close to the shounen manga that he read in the real world. Prince could handle herself and whether or not his uncle believed it, so could he. Goryo reached out to touch his shoulder and Marth didn't move to evade him. Rather, he smiled a bit wider in response to his uncle's agreement to go with them. " Glad to know that you guys met before," Marth said. " Makes for a less awkward introduction." Easing out of his uncle's hold, Marth moved to wrap an arm around Prince's shoulders. " My uncle told me a few things about you after the quests that we went on together, he says you're pretty reliable so I know you're gonna do well at this cooking skill." With that he drew his arm away and turned to head out of the inn. " We should get a move on before it gets dark y'know."
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Post by PRINCE on Nov 17, 2016 20:06:52 GMT -6
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rince blinked as Goryo placed his hand on her head. She wasn't sure how to take it. Her cheeks turned red as her eyes darted down. Sometimes her brother put his hand on her head. She didn't like, but now, she kind of missed it... Still it was embarrassing to admit that- and it'd be even more embarrassing to admit that Goryo just reminded her of that. Her eyes darted to the side in silence. When he mentioned wanting to see the skill, she smiled weakly while glancing up at him. [break][break] ”A..Alright! I hope I can.”[break][break] Her eyes shifted to Marth as he spoke. Her face grew more and more red at the praises. She darted her gaze down before turning to follow him out of the inn. As they stepped outside, the NPCs could be seen shouting about their various wares. Prince gulped before speaking softly. [break][break] ”Erm... we're making something spicy.. so I need to find...” Her voice trailed off in thought as she considered what they'd need. [break][break] ”Erm... pepper... paprika.... lemon.. onion... tomato... erm, Marth, what kind of dish do you want?”[break][break] [attr="class","jarleviathancredit"] made by jaronart[newclass=.jarleviathan]width:350px;height:400px;box-shadow:1px 2px 2px 2px #d1d1d1;padding:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanname]float:center;border-bottom:1px solid #d1d1d1;color:#919191;padding:10px;text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #313131;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:25px;text-transform:uppercase;font-weight:bold;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathan:hover .jarleviathanname]color:#ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic]float:left;background:#919191;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;margin-left:5px;border-radius:100%;width:100px;height:100px;border:5px double #fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanpic:hover]background:#FFD000[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathancredit]font-size:8px;font-family:Open Sans;margin-top:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanusername]width:270px;height:20px;font-family:Montserrat;font-size:16px;text-align:right;padding:2px;padding-right:5px;background:#efefef;border-right:5px solid #00d126;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;margin-top:10px;margin-right:-55px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanhp]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathanstat]float:right;margin-top:5px;margin-right:5px;width:200px;height:10px;border-radius:100px;padding:2px;padding-bottom:6px;background:#fff;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;font-family:VT323;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:2px;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext]float:center;width:300px;height:160px;margin-top:110px;border:1px solid #d1d1d1;box-shadow:1px 1px 1px #d1d1d1;font-family:Open Sans;font-size:10px;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;padding:20px;border-radius:10px;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext b]color:#33b5e5[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar]width:5px;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background:#fff[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]width:5px;background:#33b5e5;border-radius:100px;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantextsub]float:left;margin-right:5px;border-radius:100px;padding-right:7px;padding-left:7px;padding:5px;font-family:Montserrat;text-transform:uppercase;background:#d1d1d1;font-weight:bold;color:#fff;transition:all 0.5s linear 0s;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover]border:1px solid #ffd000;[/newclass] [newclass=.jarleviathantext:hover .jarleviathantextsub]background:#33b5e5[/newclass]
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Post by goryo on Nov 19, 2016 13:38:57 GMT -6
 毒食わば皿まで | [attr="class","oh"]Golden hued eyes kept their attention on Prince for a moment before trailing away to glance out through the window of the inn. As Marth began speaking and then Prince responded, the dark skinned male kept to himself in his thoughts. Slightly tuning the two out but keeping an ear out for anything that really interested him.
"..he says you're pretty reliable so I know you're gonna do well at this cooking skill."
He snorted at that comment, but didn't respond to it. He didn't say that, but whatever Marth wanted to do to make the girl feel better about herself. With the track record of the food sold by the NPCs he had no doubt that Prince could make something better, though.
He turned his attention to Marth finally as he began making his way out the door, Goryo allowing for Prince to exit first before trailing behind the two. He kept himself close to the two, doing his best to stay in the middle. As a buffer of sorts.
" ...Marth, what kind of dish do you want? ”
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