Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-07-19 10:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !group thread, aspel cassul, drake liu, juliette coulombe, magnolia paget, pyr min, storm kapur |
Back then I'd live forever, And grow old, I'd keep my friends warm, When times got cold...
Who: Aspel, Mag, Squires, (Drake?) and OPEN!
What: Muffins and turnovers to welcome back/Intro the bbs to Mag.
Where: Ringwyrm Hall.
When: Friday morning (9:30am-ish start, will hang around until 11am)
Rating: G? PG? (Hell if I know)
Status: Incomplete/Open!
Notes: Threads open to interaction, specific interactions, etc marked in tag subject heading please! Squire bb's don't need to interact with Mag and Aspel, but they're here for interactions if people want them!
The fight the day before had left her with great pains. Thankfully, there was no crushed leg this time, but several ribs had been moderately fractured, there were a few minor fractures in her legs, her shoulder had been gashed open, the Ulna in her forearm had been broken as well. It was hard to believe that someone could still moderately function with so many parts of them being broken. Admittedly, after getting brought into the medics the night before, as they didn’t need to set a terrible number of bones, she was in much better shape than she had been. It wasn’t perfect, nor would she be back to full functioning condition for a few days yet, but it was something and Aspel would take it. Regardless of her injuries though, she had agreed to have breakfast with the Squires, even going as far as taking orders for different types of baked goods they might want, and introducing them to Mag. This wasn’t an opportunity she was about to miss either, all of them needed support, they needed positive role models in their lives and Mag could be that for them. Mag could help Aspel in forming a better, stronger, more cohesive and understanding guild as a whole. The more allies they had, the less in guild division there was, the better off they would all be. Mag was the type of person who could help teach that, she could make sure these kids had the good and proper person to look up to that they needed. With those thoughts drifting around her head, Aspel had woken up at unholy o’clock and with a few pained winces, and her best attempts at holding back at noises of discomfort, she’d risen and shuffled off into the kitchen in order to bake precisely what needed to be made. It would take some hours, but between the shifting of flour, mixing of things and her absolute best attempts to assure 100% that no blood was mixed into anything. Her best efforts were attempted to not wake Mag, but that was unlikely before too terribly long. Regardless, she pressed on, baked and when everything was ready, began to package it all up, to assure smooth transport to Ringwyrm hall. Upon arrival, the baked goods would be unpacked and placed out with appropriate access to butter, jams, cream cheese and other condiments that the Squire’s might want. It would start a little bit later than Aspel had planned as she was able to finalize set up at 9:30 instead of 9. The injuries she had taken the day before made her that much slower as she walked with limp and did not have a full range of movement in her left arm, but regardless, it was all here and ready, and they were prepped to greet the Squire’s as well. Aspel with her slow manners and still healing body (wrapped arm, limp while walking, not being able to bend entirely and painfully controlled breathing), and Mag. At least the other woman should be okay to meet everyone, even if Aspel’s brain was hazed a bit with pain. With that, she leaned back carefully against a counter in the kitchen in which everything had been set up. This was going to be a long day no matter what she did. Regardless, a faint smile played over her lips, Aspel always did enjoy spending time with the Squires. Despite the injuries Aspel had sustained in the previous day's fight, she had refused to postpone their party for the squires. Aspel had come out of the fight in bad shape; granted, her injuries weren't as severe as they had often been years ago, when she used Unholy Sacrifice every other fight, but they were bad enough that she should have spent the next few days resting and moving as little as possible. Which was why Mag had insisted they take a raincheck on the event and, when Aspel had refused point-blank, asked that Aspel at least wake her up to help with all the preparations, in case Mag didn't wake up first. Mag was by nature a light sleeper, and she usually woke up when the first rays of light came in through the windows. Besides, she now found herself sharing Aspel's bed, having lost that particular argument as well; no matter how comfortable Mag claimed the couch to be, Aspel just would not allow her to sleep there. The other woman had asked her, Mag, we have shared close quarters how often?, which was a reasoning Mag couldn't really argue with; the answer countless times. Sharing Aspel's bed also meant they woke up around the same time, which would be useful today, as Mag could get up to take care of all the preparations for meeting the squires and let Aspel get her much-needed rest. However, that morning Mag woke up the other side of the bed was empty, and cursed. The fight against the zombies the previous day had tired her out more than she'd expected, and she hadn't noticed when Aspel had left. How long had passed since then? Mag got up in a hurry, combed her fingers through her hair and went to invistigate the living room. She found Aspel sitting in the kitchen, nursing a cup of tea, and looking very much like she had in fact finished all the preparations herself. Mag saw the pastries cooling on the kitchen counter and shook her head, though she couldn't help a wry smile. "Seems I'm too late to help." She would have asked Aspel why she hadn't woken her up, but there was no point. So instead, she joined Aspel in the kitchen and got her own cup of tea. Mag was looking forward to the day ahead of them. She hadn't yet had a chance to meet the guild squires; she'd barely been in town a week, and she'd spent that time either secluded from the rest of society or fighting zombies. Today, however, she felt like meeting the kids. She wondered what they were like, what they liked, what class they were aiming for. It would be a good experience, she was sure. Even if they'd let the Big Bad get away, the fighting had done her good, and she felt more like herself than she had just a few days prior. Her new life in Emillion had already started, and she felt that everything was going to be all right. |