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Francis • 41 • Treowa • Diviner • 🧚‍♂️ Dependent APH France RP blog for Hetopia

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@an-bauuen said: “ Wow, hold — let me clean the table for you! ”

Lutz was a hard worker--that’s something Francis always admired of the young man, but he observed during his visits to Orvunos that sometimes he worked himself a bit too much; neglecting to eat his meals occasionally.

Thankfully he knew Lutz well and knew that the best way to trick him into helping himself was to appeal to his kind nature and have him help someone out of their own predicament.

To that effect, Francis was holding a comical amount of plates over the dining table in Lutz’s house which was littered with seed packets and all sorts of gardening tools. The plates he balanced were looking precarious and he used his acting skills to look strained and anxious that he was about to drop them.

“Y-yes; silly me for I was too wrapped up in cooking that I’d forgotten to clear up space. Thankfully you’re always there to save the day, Lutz.”

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faeriemedic asked: “I’ll pay for your order — don’t worry, I’ve forgotten my wallet too.”

@udholdenhed:

“Oh, thank you ve- wait what?” Kristen was relieved and then very much not relieved at all. “How are you going to pay for both of us if you don’t have your wallet either?” He should have double-checked his pockets before he left that morning. This was a mess. Unless… “Or do you mean that you have also forgotten your wallet in the past but you have it right now…?” He hoped to all the gods that that was the case.

He smiled charmingly at the cashier as he passed over the appropriate amount of cash, dropping his change in the tip box. “I meant the latter; don’t worry. I just wanted to say it happens to all of us, is all.” Seeing how flustered the other was, he motioned for them to move out of the way so the next customers could order.

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songsinseaminor‌:

Roderich didn’t even bother to try to mask the light excitement in his eyes, though he inwardly cursed Francis for introducing him to the dessert at all. He’d thought about it constantly, wondering if there was some way to have it again. He peered eagerly at the cake, noting how it’d been cut for his convenience. It was a thoughtful gesture. Perhaps he’d thank Francis for it later.

Glancing up from the cake, the siren frowned slightly. “Something new?” He swam forward a bit, hauling himself partially out of the water to inspect the other box. “…What is it?”

Francis grinned, holding it out right under Roderich’s nose. “It might be better if I just let you try it. Just..close your eyes and open wide~”

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songsinseaminor‌:

It wasn’t that Roderich couldn’t tell what his own feelings were, but more that he was choosing to ignore any positive association he now had for Francis. After all, there was no way he would admit to anyone, least of all himself, that he enjoyed the company of a land dweller.

He would have thought that by this point he’d have been used to Francis’s teasing, but it still made him grumble. Though the mention of food had him perking up ever so slightly.

“…What did you bring?”

Francis hummed happily as he floated in the air to move closer to the siren. “Since I know you so well, I have your old favorite! Strawberry shortcake.” Evidently he did quite a bit to prepare it for Roderich, as it was already divided into smaller pieces so that he wouldn’t need a fork. He’d even devised a spell to keep the pastry from sticking crumbs to one’s fingers without messing with the texture.

“I also brought something new this time..” The other box he held also had a sweet scent, but compared to the strawberry cake it was more earthy.

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theirishwix‌:

“Oh, well,” she gestured to the open book in her hands, “I was readin’ about salves and, well, obviously natural remedies can help someone out. But I have only ever done salves for healin’ wounds.” 

She points her finger to the notes she had made in the book, multiple ingredients lists, some crossed out, all in an effort to make the most effective salve. She wasn’t quite there yet, even now. 

“Anyway, I’ve come to realise that the salve I made for healin’ can often leave behind a bit of a scar,” she continued, gesturing further into her notes she had made around the book, “some people don’t like ‘em, so I thought about a way to heal but also diminish scars!”

A soft beat.

“But… so far I’ve had no luck and nothin’ is workin’ so I came to ya to ask for yer help.”

For a short while Francis’ expression turned serious as he quickly scanned his mental references for solutions to Peggy’s problem. “Indeed, that would serve to be a problem for some..”

A certain inorganic compound came to mind. “Well, if it’s too much trouble to figure out a solution for your salve, you could just recommend a treatment for them after they complain of scars. There are quite a few gels that can be sold over-the-counter in Utopia; and they’re pretty effective. Or you could try mixing it into your salve, but..hmm...due to its synthetic construction, I don’t know if it would be compatible with magical salves--though I’ve never done it myself it wouldn’t hurt to tinker with it, if you’re willing to do so!”

[toxicell]

“I dedicate this flower to my precious.”

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"Ah bonjour! Sorry I haven't visited in a while; duty had my attention. Did you miss me?"

@songsinseaminor

Roderich was enjoying his alone time, simply sunbathing on a rock near his cave entrance, when he heard a painfully familiar voice. Ignoring the part of his brain that connected said voice with delicious land foods, he lifted his head to look at the intruder with a frown.

“No, not particularly,” he lied. “Though I am surprised you were away so long. … Not that I cared, really. I simply noticed I hadn’t been burdened by your presence for some time.”

There was no way Francis could tell for sure if the siren was sincere or not, but he figured that he wouldn’t be the type to make his feelings known, especially if they were positive. In fact, it wouldn’t be surprising if it turned out Roderich couldn’t discern his own feelings at all.

“Well, I for one am glad to see your pleasing face on this fine morning.” He said sincerely, but also to tease Roderich a bit. “I’ve brought some food to make up for my long absence~”

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@udholdenhed asked: “Would you like some help with that?”

Floating or flying down the streets in a moderate pace, a large heavy-looking sculpture in his arms, Francis looked to the source of the voice and found his gaze stopping on a kind looking shifter. 

“Ah oui, I would appreciate that!” he said, smiling at the other.

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@theirishwix asked: “ Could you help me for a second? ”

It was always a delight to see Peggy wherever she happened to be, as he liked interacting with her. “Of course, anything for you my dear. What do you need?”

[melamemea]

the kindness of strangers.

something to toy around with for those sweet, sweet first interactions ! neat and awkward ice breakers all around!

public transport

“ Is it okay if i — sit here? ”

“ Excuse me? Could you scoot over?

“ Hey — do you need to sit? You can have my seat”

“ You shouldn’t be forced to stand, I’ll move over for you ”

“ Are you traveling far ?”

“ Where are you heading? ”

“ I love the sound of trains, don’t you? ”

“ Oh, sorry…. My name is _____ ”

“ I have only see the sea from a window… ”

“ I’m fetching a snack, would you like me to bring you anything? ”

“ That baby is really annoying, isn’t it? ”

“ I’ve been here for… two – three hours? A few more to go. ”

“ Nothing beats the bus, trust me. ”

“ Did we — pass — Oh fuck. ”

“ Hey? We are at a stop now — are you getting off? ”

“ Hah… yeah you — fell asleep. ”

coffee house

“ I think we — switched orders ”

“ I’ll pay for you — don’t worry, I’ve forgotten my wallet too. ”

“ I’ve had coffee here… would you recommend something? ”

“ Do you need help with your tray? ”

“ Wow, hold — let me clean the table for you! ”

“ Is your name always spelt like KittyKittyNya or is Starbucks out to get you?”

grocery store

“ Let me help you with that —”

“ Could you help me for a second? ”

“ Sorry, did you want this? ”

“ Pardon, could you show me where the ____ is? ”

“ Quite tragic isn’t it? I mean — The news… ”

“ Do you ever wonder if out vegetables truly are organic? ”

“ Is it just me or have the prices gone up lately? ”

“ Sorry but… you wouldn’t happen to know how to cook ____ ?”

“ No way… you like those too? ”

“ Oh no — No no no, I am so — so sorry!”

“ You took my cart my accident! ”

“ Wait — this isn’t my cart is it —- Oh my god, I am so sorry!”

the gym

“Woah there — are you going to lift that on your own?”

“Would you like some help with that?”

“Hey, my partner is out — could you be my support?”

“How long have you been working out?”

“Want to work out together? I could use some company.”

“You are doing it wrong — let me show you.”

“Shit — are you okay? That looked painful!”

“Wow, this is… really awkward, but could I borrow some soap?”

“Is this your bag? I found it last week?”

“Did I just — ? Oh shit, I thought it was my water bottle; sorry!”

stood up date

“Hey… are you okay?”

“What? They stood you up?”

“I can’t let you sit on your own; let me wait with you?”

“Wanna ditch this place and take a walk with me?”

“Would you like me to call you a cab? or call… someone?”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to — pity me.”

“Hey… are you — crying? What happened?”

“It’s fine, I’m… waiting for someone.”

“I’m still waiting — they are just… a little late!”

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Francis cooperates with the investigators and comes clean about everything, so he manages to get away with the fine. However, his reputation has taken a toll for lacing someone’s food with poison, so it takes a while until he’s able to actually cook anywhere.

Thanks to the active efforts of the anti-Mann task force, he is able to get back up and begin work again. He opens his own restaurant and has full creative freedom, and he’s taken on a tv caricature of a devious, wrathful chef. It’s all good though, as he’s finally rediscovered his love for cooking.

Most importantly, he does his best to improve the lives of Josephine and her daughter Evelyn; mainly because he’d built a strong bond with the former during the course of the disastrous event. He employs Josephine at his restaurant so she can be sure her boss treats her well. For a while he’d felt guilty about drugging the victim, feeling it made him responsible for Mann’s actions towards Josephine, but she’s since forgiven him for it.

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natalia-the-pearl‌:

Not really knowing how to cook, and assuming it was just a recipe (seeing the ingredients and measurements without really paying attention to the actual completed dish) she hands the paper back to Francis. “Francis, you dropped this.”

“Oh, thank you my dear.” He coolly took back the slip and tucked it back into his pocket.

“So at least some of the people seemed to have gotten to their senses; where should we herd them to?”

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faeriemedic‌:

He sighed, “I’ll do another round, then.” As he stepped out, a folded slip of paper fell out of his pocket.

“Alright listen up, you rascals! I know you have legitimate reasons to act like preschool children, but you’re just making it worse by getting your shit all over the place. We can talk about theories or try to protect each other, just so long as we all sit still in one place.”

While he was yelling, Natalia quietly stepped on the piece of paper, intending to pick it up off the bottom of her shoe once nobody had their attention towards Francis (and thus her, as she stood next to him). Depending on the contents, she might give it back. It was probably just a recipe or a reminder anyway. Still, she wasn’t about to leave trash lying about. If it didn’t seem important, she’d throw it away.

“Thank you for the attempt, though I’m not sure anyone listened. I sincerely appreciate it. At least they scattered from here. Such mess-makers.” She nodded, bending over to ‘tie her shoe’ aka pick up the piece of paper.

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It was written like a recipe, with instructions to prepare something. Whatever it is the end product doesn't exactly seem like a gourmet dish, though.

[perennialardency]

faeriemedic‌:

“Mind if I examine it?” He raised an eyebrow and stretched a hand out. “As a chef I’m quite knowledgeable about spices and other seasonings, so I might be able to narrow it down.”

“Yeah, I was a chemistry major at some point, but that was more that fifteen years ago before I ended up on physics, so…” Andrei cautiously handed it over, not wanting his anxiety to cause him to drop it and break it, though he was actually kind of glad to not be holding it anymore. “All I can tell you is it smells weird. Not very strong, but it’s there…” Even though it was no longer in his hands, Andrei still kept his eyes trained on the object, not willing to let it out of his sight.

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Francis chuckled, "Too bad you didn't have a handy kit to analyze." He held the tube to his nose, and it didn't take too long to come to his conclusion. "Oui, whatever this is, it's definitely not on the menu."

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faeriemedic‌:

natalia-the-pearl‌:

faeriemedic‌:

@natalia-the-pearl said: “Ah, Francis. Can you please tell the brutes outside the kitchen tent that I work here? I’m still attempting to serve the guests despite the incident. Just because we’re trapped here for the night doesn’t mean we should let anyone be without food or water.”

Francis sighed and flashed her a tired smile. “Your dedication sure is admirable, Natalia. I’ll certainly try my best, but I can give no assurances this will loosen up.”

He squared his shoulders and walked out to the crowd, yelling like a famous TV Chef. “Stay in line! I don’t care if you nitwits’re hankering for clues or a fucking snack; nothing will get done if you idiots don’t stop running around like headless chickens!! Some of us are still trying to work so we can get food and water to your. Ungrateful. Asses!”

Fully knowing she’d heard his outburst, he calmly strode back in. “Now then, can I at least help you try to placate these antsy guests?”

She ignored his shouting. She didn’t judge how he treated his people, as she didn’t work for him and didn’t know the whole situation. Perhaps they really work slacking off and yelling at any guests sneaking about the kitchen tent was fine by her.

“I don’t know if it’s dedication so much as looking into future job prospects. Without Mann alive, I need to find employment. It never hurts to get in with the wealthy and elite. I think I have exhausted the opportunities in this neighborhood, however. I would appreciate your help in getting the guests to calm down. It would seem that they are sneaking around the house in an attempt to ‘investigate’ for the police and leave sooner. I think it’s more likely that they’re ruining crime scnes and getting in the way.” She is completely ignoring the fact that she, too, was helping with the investigation. 

“If you want to keep people from running around, I’d say the best thing to do is to make them stay put in one place.” He tsked and shook his head, “Not an easy feat when everyone’s in a panic, I’d say. Of course they’re scared–an assassin may or may not be on the loose, and we have a large number of wealthy people who fear they may be their next target.”

Francis, himself, was stumped on what to do in that area. “But maybe you had some ideas? I’d be willing to take a crack at those.”

“It’s no problem that they’re scared as long as they stay put. Like I told Lorenzo, the assassin isn’t murdering anyone right now because there are too many people on high alert and a police officer. This is probably the safest place you could be in– until you separate from the group. If nobody is there to protect you, or even just to be a witness, then you’re a sitting duck. That’s how it works. I can’t get people to sit still, I’m not good at yelling orders like you appear to be.” She joked about his apparent skill for telling off his staff. 

“it’d be a whole lot easier if we got everyone together in one room instead of letting everyone investigate in different parts of a huge estate.”

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He sighed, "I'll do another round, then." As he stepped out, a folded slip of paper fell out of his pocket.

"Alright listen up, you rascals! I know you have legitimate reasons to act like preschool children, but you're just making it worse by getting your shit all over the place. We can talk about theories or try to protect each other, just so long as we all sit still in one place."

[perennialardency]

faeriemedic‌:

“I think I got all of that–so: I didn’t see anyone who wasn’t kitchen staff come in during service, but they might have been subtle about it; nobody was acting particularly off unless you consider cursing out the host to be suspicious, though it’s not surprising knowing that Mann was a bastard.”

Francis looked down at the glass tube in his hands. “And what are the contents of that vial, anyway?”

“Right, right, okay.” Andrei looked down at said vial in his hands as well. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t exactly smell like nice essential oils. I’m thinking it’s some kind of poison, though I haven’t really been eager to sample it to find out. I’m pretty sure some kind of poison was found in Mann’s system. That’s why I’m asking. I want to make sure this thing is over with and we’ve covered all the ground that we could. I don’t want to miss a thing.”

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"Mind if I examine it?" He raised an eyebrow and stretched a hand out. "As a chef I'm quite knowledgeable about spices and other seasonings, so I might be able to narrow it down."