sine morte

major cupra vermilio of the 29th infantry unit; project deathless no. 2980-28181-215C ((Ind./Sel. FFXV OC Sideblog ))

[kiinnabari]

"Question: why are you such a good friend???"

“Oh, so feeding you on the regular is being a good friend? Good to know,” he laughs, shaking his head. “I dunno, honestly. I just do whatever. I’m glad it’s actually appreciated.”

[kiinnabari]

"I'm tired. Free food is also good though-- I'm not turning that down if you're offering."

“Tired, huh,” he says with a snort. “Long day? I feel that. Lucky for you I’m in the middle of making stuff for opening the bar tonight.” That said, he disappears for a bit and comes back with a plate of fried cockatrice wings. “No sauce yet, but here y’go.”

[kiinnabari]

leans on

Is leaned on. “Can I help you?” He asks with a grin. “Or are you just coming to badger me for more free food?”

[kiinnabari]

feed me

“Well, if you insist, o great and mighty hunter,” he teases, and disappears into the back of the bar. He comes back a few minutes later with a serving of the bar’s fried sampler platter (chunks of cockatrice, daggerquill, karlabos, trevally, and gigantoad, all nice and crispy fried) and a basket of fries. “Here you go,” he says with a grin, depositing it on the counter. “Saw you coming and put ‘em in the fryer.”

[kiinnabari]

The Soldatenruhe

Granted again it’s only a basic layout, but here you are!

[kiinnabari]

HOGWARTS HOUSE - take test here

Your Result: GRYFFINDOR! 83%

Congratulations! You have been sorted into Gryffindor, the house of bravery and chivalry. You are amongst other Gryffindors such as: Harry Potter, Hermione, Ron Wesley, and Neville Longbottom.

SLYTHERIN! 60%

HUFFLEPUFF! 46%

RAVENCLAW 15%

[kiinnabari]

Took the Arcana quiz HERE

“The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed. The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed...Only courage in the face of doubt can lead one to the answer..." Emperor symbolizes the desire to control one's surroundings, and its appearance could suggest that one is trying too hard to achieve this, possibly causing trouble for others; some elements in life are just not controllable. Often times, you are troubled by something very personal, and doesn't know how to deal with it.

[kiinnabari]

gemiinae:

Wait, that actually worked? “What? It’s true.”

“It...is?” Blink blink...blink. “Huh. Thanks, I guess...?”

[kiinnabari]

gemiinae:

Looks up at him, deadly serious. “No, you’re cute.”

“---wait, what?” You got him, Pol, he’s red now.

[kiinnabari]

gemiinae replied to your post ““Sorry for the Imperial short gene, guys,” he and his six-one ass is...”

NO ONE ASKED!!!

Pats his head. “Aw, how cute.”

[kiinnabari]

“Sorry for the Imperial short gene, guys,” he and his six-one ass is preening. “I never knew my mom but I’m guessing she’s not from here.”

[regeminlucem-blog]

OOC;

time 2 sleep

[kiinnabari]

what is... your favourite drink... :O

“Does everything count, since I technically own a bar?” No? He snorts. “Black Imperials. Y’know, vodka and coffee liqueur. Or the variation with cream in it. Those or screwdrivers. So….vodka, basically?”

[kiinnabari]

gemiinae:

“That’s a horrifying thought,” he volunteers as he waits patiently, watching with interest until Coop finishes mixing the drink and slides it over. “…Is it your duty, really? If so, I have to wonder if there’s a bartenders’ rulebook out there somewhere.” He looks down at the cocktail, thoughtfully, and then back up at Coop. “Anyways – there’s this backlog of paperwork. Tons of it. All for old projects. I’m talking years ago, here. So now it’s my job to go through all of it, organize it, and fork over anything to Verstael if it’s worth his personal attention. So that’s what I did. I was trapped in hell for hours today.”

“I think there is,” he says with a shrug, grabbing the towel to finish wiping down the rest of the glasses behind the counter. “Listen to people bitch, don’t forget what goes in what drink, learn how to say the stupidest cocktail names with a straight face, and don’t snitch on customers,” he rattles off half-jokingly, before listening with sympathetic interest. “Ooohhh, that sounds hellish,” he says, grimacing. “I’m gonna go ahead and guess the ‘requires attention’ pile was a fraction the size of the other piles, huh? Can’t imagine the old coot cares about much beyond whatever he’s up to this week.” Is there some salt? Yeah.

[kiinnabari]

Walks in. “....Why the absolute fuck do we have torture-- wait. No. Nevermind, I really don’t want to hear this.” The less he knows, the better.

[kiinnabari]

saltyprotector:

“No doubt you can cook better than I can though.” Cooking was an art she never got the hang of; eating other people’s food though? Certainly.

“Right, but so far as I know, few people dissent and so are complicit in the empire’s actions. No action might be safer for the population but it allows those asshole leaders of yours to get away with what they want. Whether your opinion is of the minority or not, either way it doesn’t look like many are doing anything about it. But whatever– the opinion of a Lucian shouldn’t matter to you, right?”

“I can make something for you sometime to test that,” he suggests with a shrug. Not a big deal, unless she doesn’t like the kind of stuff he makes.

He shakes his head. “No, you have a point. I mean...” He shrugs again. “I think the problem is that a lot of Empire citizens are just resigned to the fact that their voices won’t be heard even if they shout, so they don’t try. What’s the point when the people who do get noticed get killed? Not saying that’s right, just how it is.” Living in the Empire was a lot more complicated than those outside of it seemed to think.

[kiinnabari]

saltysetter:

“Kinda? You either do or you don’t. What’s so ambiguous about bartending?” Not that Junko would really know; she had absolutely no interest in drinking. She despised alcohol– not necessarily the taste, only what it did to people. “Sounds like you have good intentions though. Strange, I never thought I’d ever say that about a Nif.”

“Mm, ‘kinda’ in that it’s pretty much against the rules to be doing it but I do it anyway?” He shrugs. “I cook, too. Self-taught, but no one’s told me I suck yet, so guess I’m doing something right.” He snorts at her comment, though. “Thing about that? Can’t judge an entire country by the jackass leaders. We’re all people, too. Not all of us are assholes.”