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Gremio ([info]eatedbyspores) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2011-02-02 21:08:00

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Entry tags:brendann brennan, gremio, soren skwigelf

Who: Gremio & Brendann, then maybe Soren, who knows!
What: New arrival ARE BAFFLEMENT.
Where: Brendann's restaurant, London, UK.
When: Wednesday afternoon
Warnings: None other than possible swearing but even then that might be light.


One minute, Gremio was in a kitchen, alone, chopping celery, humming a tune that often got stuck in his head - it was a tavern song he'd learned in the Imperial army - when the very next minute, he was in a kitchen, surrounded by other cooks, chopping celery, and completely silent, though he had a feeling like he'd just been picked up by one of Viki's many 'oops'ed' spells, and sent somewhere he'd never been before. Well, wherever this was, it wasn't anywhere near Dunan. But, since he was in a kitchen and people were yelling at him to get done with the order, he did the best he could and sent it off, before coming up to what was clearly the head of the kitchen brigade and asked, "I'm sorry, I don't know how I got here. I'm not complaining, I can cook very well, but I'm a little lost, and I'm not sure what it is I should be making!"

He was easy like that.

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[info]baby_brendann
2011-02-03 04:30 am UTC (link)
Brend was busy spooning saffron aioli onto plates before placing the tilapia on top of it. He heard an unfamiliar voice approach him from the side and turned his head.

It was Soren.

Well, upon closer inspection, it was someone who looked very much like Soren but didn't have his accent and had a scar on his cheek. "Uh. Um." He actually looked flustered for a moment before regaining his composure. "One second." He finished plating the table, handing the tray off to the server. Turning to his new recruit, he smiled. "It's pretty easy, you're just on salad duty and quinoa for one of the hot apps. Here, I'll grab you a chart and if you have any questions, your station is right here by me. If you need help with your mise-en-place, give me a shout. ... your stuff, getting your stuff settled, sorry." He realized that if Not!Soren had just been vortexed, he might not speak French.

Handing him a laminated page that had detailed instructions and photos, he nodded at the salad station. "We're close to the end of lunch, so you shouldn't have too many plates anyway. I'm Brend, by the way."

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-03 04:41 am UTC (link)
The different language was something he couldn't parse, but he understood work station and charts and pictures well enough. "Hey, thanks Brend! I'm Gremio, I'll at least help out for dinner rush before I figure out what I should be doing." He laughed brightly and went to the station, setting it up efficiently for him before putting his hair in a net and getting straight to work.

He was a sturdily built man, built differently than Brendann's brother-in-law, with clearly muscular arms and torso. He was quick to pick up what he needed to do, and did so with an artistic eye, perfectly with each plate he finished.

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[info]baby_brendann
2011-02-03 04:48 am UTC (link)
His first instinct had been to be upset that he'd lost a garde-manger, but the new guy was as good, if not better, than the man he'd replaced. Service went by without a hitch, and soon Brend was plating desserts and clapping his crew on the back.

"Hey, Gremio, right? Let me grab us some beers and we can talk." He smiled warmly, a different man than the person who had told his grill cook to 'stop sucking his own dick and fucking cook a damn steak to temp' only a few minutes earlier. "Thanks for being so awesome, if anyone else had been vortexed here in the middle of service, I would've been so in the shit."

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-03 04:54 am UTC (link)
At the mention of beer, Gremio beamed, "At least I wound up somewhere with beer to be had! And I think that people are brought into the places they are for good reason, and with good purpose. Vortexed though? I'm not so sure I follow." He cleaned up his station quickly and quietly and stepped back from it. He had no qualms about the head of a kitchen talking so profanely. Kitchens were not unlike army regiments, and the commander always had to be rough and salty to get the men to do their job right. It was just one of those things. "Lead the way, then!"

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[info]baby_brendann
2011-02-03 04:58 am UTC (link)
Brend led him out to the empty bar, grinning at the bartender who was still cleaning up behind the counter. Instead of making her clean up after them, he grabbed two glasses and poured them some dark ale from on tap. Once the bartender was gone, which wasn't long, Brend started to explain. "Basically, this is a place where people from different universes sort of convene. We're all brought here by a big whirlwind tornado... thing. We all just started calling it a vortex." He shrugged and took a swig of his beer. "I was born here, but technically, I'm in my own past, so it messes around with time, too."

As he spoke, he reached for his cell phone to text his brother-in-law.

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-03 05:24 am UTC (link)
With a sip of the dark ale, he murmured his approval. It was rich and bitter, just like the dwarves made. As he listened, he understood all that Brend said. "And here, I thought a friend of mine messed up one of her spells. Viki is a wonderful magician, but she has the occasional Oops. She was our way of getting from one place to another very quickly, but one time, we asked her to transport us to Teien, and she wound up sending us to a shop in the Great Forest, instead!" Gremio beamed.

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[info]baby_brendann
2011-02-03 05:28 am UTC (link)
Brend chuckled. "My best friend did that when he was first learning how to teleport. He and his brother are both mages. Speaking of, you look... well, almost identical to my brother-in-law." He took another drink of his beer. "You have magic where you're from? Not everybody does who's brought here, that'll make life easier for you. Do you have any family or anything? I don't want you to get lonely."

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-03 05:36 am UTC (link)
He shook his head with a chuckle, "My parents died in the seven year war, all I had is young master Tir, and he's all grown up now, so not really. He'll probably miss my cooking, but not the way I coddle him." And probably lead a search team to look for him, now that Gremio thought of it, but he tried not to let that fact haunt him.

"We have lots of magic where I'm from. Everyone can use it, even simple guys like me. Runes were a pretty common thing to see on a person." He rolled up the sleeve of his turtleneck shirt and showed the glowing blue-white rune embedded into the skin of his forearm. "They're orbs, but they sink into skin painlessly when a runemaster puts attaches them. There's also rune fragments that blacksmiths can attach to your weapons." He bowed his head sheepishly. "Anyway, you said I look like your brother-in-law? That's a big coincidence! I've never met anyone who looks like me, before."

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[info]baby_brendann
2011-02-03 05:42 am UTC (link)
"That's awesome looking!" Brend leaned over to inspect it, running his fingers over lightly. "And here all I have are cooking scars!" He smiled a little to himself, leaning back. "Yeah, most of the magic users here are from different worlds, so there's all different kinds. There's even these magic items called portkeys that not magic people like me can use, you just touch it, and it teleports you. It's great." He was fond of them - it made sightseeing way easier.

He chuckled a little when Gremio seemed excited that someone looked like him. "Yeah, his name's Soren, he's married to my brother. I can invite him over if you'd like, you two would get along. And for the record, if you want to keep working here, I'd love that. Until you find something else, if you want to do it for keeps, whichever. You're good people."

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-03 06:04 am UTC (link)
"Thank you!" Gremio said to the compliment of his rune, but followed up with, "I have plenty of those and battle scars, too. Nobody can get out of a kitchen without a few cuts, eventually." He nodded to that, "I'd like that, if you don't mind. Meeting people is always new and fun for me. It's kind of why I liked traveling with young master so much. I didn't mind the meeting people bit of it at all."

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[info]baby_brendann
2011-02-03 06:08 am UTC (link)
"Oh, yeah, I don't trust cooks without some scars." Draining the last of his beer, he sent Soren a text message to come over, he had someone to show him, before pocketing his cell phone and moving to clean out his glass. "He'll be on his way in a second. And how young was your master? You can't be that old yourself."

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-03 08:16 am UTC (link)
"I'm 34 years old, and he's 18 now. I basically raised him like a son," Gremio said with a small smile. "But I'm sure time is measured differently here than there, and rites of adulthood are given at different times. I started in the army at 16, and I was one of the older recruits. I fought with people who were only children at the time, but they were strong, able fighters." He finished his beer and slipped behind the bar to wash the glasses, mostly because it gave him something to do and took the burden of that chore from someone else.

"I never did approve of them getting into combat so young, though. Futch was only 14 when his dragon, Black, was killed, and he'd been a dragon knight for... at least two years, maybe three prior to that. Training for them is long and starts very early, though, and they don't do much in way of actual battle until they're at least twenty." Gremio would miss his friends, but he was certain that there was something here that he needed to do, so he would strive to do the best he could here.

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[info]baby_brendann
2011-02-03 11:08 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, Soren's ... what, twenty-three? So you're the older one." He smiled a little and got comfortable. "Yeah, here people tend to be considered adults around eighteen, but some people start doing a lot of stuff younger. I've been working in restaurants since I was fifteen. But there's not really any big wars here. Your world sounds like Soren's Mom's. ... well, she's too young here. Soren's in his past too, so his mom is his age. Which is confusing as hell sometimes." He was used to a woman no less beautiful, but decidedly less peer-like.

"Fourteen is too young to fight." As he spoke, the door opened, and Soren walked into the restaurant. "Hey, Bre - oh. Uh." He paused, cocked his head, and burst into giggles.

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-04 02:11 am UTC (link)
He'd been about to respond to Brendann when Soren walked into the door. True to Brendann's word, he was nearly identical. Younger, yes, and without the scars that he had on him. He couldn't help but giggle a bit, himself, "Oh my goodness, I thought it was only overstatement that you looked just like me!" All things told, Brendann had said the truth. With the difference in build and face, as well as only moderate difference in how their hair looked, and the fact that Soren's eyes were blue, not green, they could have been as good as twins!

Gremio hopped over the bar and offered a hand. He didn't even realize that hopping over the bar was probably not permitted, and even if it was, probably not the kind of agile acrobatics that people would expect from someone so tall and softspoken. "I'm Gremio."

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[info]twiceloved
2011-02-04 02:20 am UTC (link)
It was like looking into a mirror of what Soren had always wanted to look like, but the guy was immediately likable. He shook his hand, unable to stop smiling. "Hi, Gremio, I'm Soren Skwigelf. It's nice to meet you. Brend didn't tell me why I was coming over, just that something happened and he needed me here."

Brendann smiled as they talked, going to pour them all another beer. Soren chuckled a little, reaching out childishly to touch Gremio's scar. "What happened?"

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-04 03:12 am UTC (link)
"It's a great pleasure to meet you, Soren! He told me only that his brother-in-law looked almost identical."

Gremio wasn't shy about the scar, and he grinned as he answered, taking a seat once again, "That's a good question. Bandits. I was with my unit, going from our outpost near Kwaba, up to Gregminster to bring back news from the outpost to the Emperor when we were attacked. They thought that if they took the scroll, they could get a reward for it. One of them got me around the neck and gave me this," he tapped the center of the cross, "as a parting gift. That was eleven years ago! Goodness."

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[info]twiceloved
2011-02-04 03:19 am UTC (link)
"Close! You're the more handsome of we two, I feel." He clapped him on the back, smiling a little to himself. It was true, and he took a swig of the beer that Brend had offered. "Theives are assholes in any reality, it would seem." Shaking his head, he curled his legs under his body, getting comfortable. "What's your world like? Is it anything like this?"

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-04 03:29 am UTC (link)
"Well, there's things here that would make even dwarven technology look tame in comparison," Gremio said with a shrug, "I haven't even gotten outside yet, but if the kitchens and this restaurant are any indication of the world around us, it's very different indeed." He sipped his beer and shrugged faintly. "Brend said that my world sounds more like your mother's world, if that means anything." He sat more at ease, feet on the floor, leaning faintly against the table with his elbows. He also deftly avoided the compliment to his looks, simply because he never considered himself handsome, and Soren was younger, besides.

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[info]twiceloved
2011-02-04 03:35 am UTC (link)
"Oh, your world has magic and dragons and castles and wars?" Soren's eyes fairly lit up. Those were the things he'd always been told as bedtime stories, and he loved hearing about them even as an adult. He supposed it was why he'd become a writer in the first place. "My mother and brother and I are all mages, actually!"

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-04 03:48 am UTC (link)
"Brend said that, yes, and it does! I was in two major wars, actually, and I know a boy who's an ex-dragon knight, and everyone in my world can do magic, if they have runes." He rolled up his sleeve again to show his rune to Soren. "It's a rune, they're orbs that hold vast amounts of power. There's 27 True Runes which all the lesser runes like this one come from, as well as rune fragments which you can have put in your weapons. I've had this for years now, so I know how to use all of the abilities it gives me. The more you use one, the more you're able to learn. It's just like everything else, practice makes perfect." He grinned. "Young master and the rest of the Liberation Army lived in a large white castle in the center of Lake Toran. In fact, we took it over for defeating an evil dragon who was summoning up fog and terrible beasts from the bowels of the castle. It wasn't so hard to vanquish him, since there was the six of us, and we'd just spent a week stomping out smaller beasts just outside of Kaku."

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[info]twiceloved
2011-02-04 03:59 am UTC (link)
When he saw the rune embedded in Gremio's arm, Soren oohed quietly to himself. "That's beautiful. I know the magic that my mom taught me, and it's not nearly as cool looking." He smiled sheepishly, always a bit in his mother's shadow in his own mind. "I think everyone has to kill a dragon in worlds like yours. It's a rule." He almost wished he'd get a chance to sometime.

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-04 04:40 am UTC (link)
He chuckled, "Thanks, I suppose, but it's just a rune, it's not a tattoo, even though it sort of looks like one." He shrugged at the next thing as well, however, and shook his head, "Better dragons than people, though I've had to do a pretty large amount of that, too. If I had a chance to choose my battles, I would pick monsters over people any day. May I ask if this world at least doesn't have aggressive plant life? After dealing with General Oppenheimer's pets, I think I've had my fair share of those."

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[info]twiceloved
2011-02-04 04:47 am UTC (link)
Soren was glad he was still wearing his jacket, as he didn't want to explain the long, ugly scars on his wrists. "Monsters are better than people. I've only had to hurt a few of those, thank goodness, and only ever in defense of someone else." He shuddered, remembering the Purifiers. Gremio's question caught him off guard, though, and he blinked. "P-plants? What? No, no aggressive plants, why?"

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-04 04:56 am UTC (link)
"Oh, nothing, really," Gremio said as he took a drink of his beer, "just... Well, walking, man eating plants aren't my cup of tea. And after what happened in Soniere Prison, I tend not to be rather fond of any non-tree plants I can't cook and eat."

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[info]twiceloved
2011-02-04 05:01 am UTC (link)
"Um, I've never even seen one, and I don't want to see any walking, man-eating plants." He didn't know why this guy had an aversion to them beyond what seemed sensible, but he suspected it had to do with personal experience, sort of why his mother refused to eat Jell-O. "Hey, Brendy is probably going to head home soon, come spend the night with me and my family! ... unless you don't like dogs, or are allergic."

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[info]eatedbyspores
2011-02-04 05:17 am UTC (link)
He sat up more attentively at the invite and he nodded, "I'd like that very much! I have yet to find out where I live or anything, but I'm sure that it'll be an interesting experience. I um... I don't suppose we're walking, are we? Brend said something about portkeys, which I guess are like teleportation devices?"

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[info]twiceloved
2011-02-04 05:26 am UTC (link)
"We'll figure out where you live tomorrow after we all have food in our bellies and you have a good night of sleep." He grinned and clapped him on the back, shaking his head. "We'll take the car - a sort of machine carriage. I don't live far." He waved at Brend. "See you tomorrow!"

Turning to Gremio, he motioned him toward the door. "After you!"

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