The Kitchen

(In progress.)

Phobos actually felt good.

This person, he felt, could be trusted. First off, she was dead eight times over if Phobos snapped, so he felt that she should trust him. Even wothout his scythe, he had plenty of other things,,,

But he didn't want to hurt anyone. WHy would he?

"Ssoo," he began.

"What is your story?"

Phobos nodded. "Sounds about right.."

He sighed.

"Faraway in a forest..Donno common name, called morya forest by Abyssal. Many hidden entrances in the forest lead down into deep tunnel. Tunnel leady into Morya."

"While outside foreging, the war...know as Morya Suppression, translated from Abyssal, struck. Many army wanted passage and permission to burn down morya forest.

Battle between abyssal and army took place. I was one of six prisoneer of war. Abyssal people quiet, ambush soldiers with Morya compownd bows and special crystals that when touch air, explode with fire." He touched a pouch.

"I escape from prison, but cannot find morya. i wanders long time, and then i has a fight with a powerful...Necromancer? maybe. Battlr hard, but I win, and I am struck by huge energy as he dies. That cause my...condition.

War break out, i fight for angelic side, no? Well, in war, suddenly my mind asnaps. Many die when i have scythe. Many more massicre until i is captured and beaten bad. They shot me witha arrows from behind, I nearly die."

"That my story upto now..."

Phobos thought. How to win his battle scythe back...

"How about...a, howasay, job, quest? Yess, a quesst peraps?I acan help with athat, as people will be back to afeed me ssoon. Sssoner we aleave the better...'

Phobos ate only bread and herbs, quickly finished, and stood up.

"I spose. Alright, Ima ready when you am."

"Follow me. Tenmashu is around here somewhere"

She made sure everything she had cooked was stored away. People could come in and eat what was made whenever they wanted.

She motioned for him to follow her out the door.

((post in hallways))

The large door into the very kitchen had creeked ever so slightly as if not to make a sound, but the rigid frame left a squeek only to echo upon the hallways. Tyson had slowly peaked his head in through the door a bit shy of the other people around. He walked in all the way and had seen everything around him. The main thing to catch his eyes, food. "Food.... starving...." He looked around and unfortunately everything within the damned place had to be cooked. He bent over his stomach pressed on the table top his figure almost seemed to just wither away from starvation. "Need food.... need energy.... no carbs....." He then had a look of determination upon his face. "There must be some snack food somewhere I mean tenmashu doesn't cook right..... right..." He sighed unsure about his situation anymore. He pressed his palms against the smooth surface of the (marble? I guess) counter top and had lifted his body ascending around two feet off the ground in order to place his rump against its smooth surface. He laid back as odd, and as disrespectful as this seemed. Surly he it would seem he would die here..... or he was just exaggerating.

Once he had eaten his fill, Ian put his chips back in their hiding place. Hee looked at the boy, assuming that he had somewhat passed out from hunger, Ian rifled though the cabinets once more, this time retreiving a box of salty crackers, he set the box down next to the boy and left the room, heading off to find something to do, or at the very least, something interesting to watch


(cont in Hallways)

Slowly the colors of the true world have been coming back to him. He pressed his hand on the smooth marble counter and lifted his body up a little bit with blue bags under his eyes, and his eyes, them self, a bit red and rather half way closed. "What a dream..." He had dreamt about so much food and candy as far as the eye could see. In another note Tyson really does have a sweet tooth especially for fruity like substances. He had gotten up and looked down seeing a discarded chips bag on the floor. It only reminded him of how hungry he really was. He reached his hand up for the cabinet above him. "one more chance...." He had said as he opened up the cabinet and surly enough snacks began to tumble on his face making him fall off the counter by surprise and hit his head onto the floor tile under him causing a concussion. "OW FUCK!" He said as he ran the tips of his fingers over the part to where his skull was bleeding and had frozen the spot to act as a subsitute scab till he could find something to replace it. He had opened the bag of barbecue chips and began to munch down to his heart's content leaving a sticky trail of orange over the tips of his fingers and leaving crumbs onto the floor. He had gotten up and dusted himself off. "Ahh~" He said a bit in content. He looked back seeing the chips on the floor. He then smiled "Well I'll just leave them there so it will be easier to look for." Truly a good response and cunning from a lazy man. He looked ahead toward the hallway. "I have a bone to pick with him..."

(cont in hallway!)

Enma Walked Into The Kitchen After A Long Day Of Flight. She Looked Through Around And Grabbed An Apple And A Bottle Of Water And Sat At A Table And Begun Eating The Apple Being Very Careful And Watching Everything Around Her
She Yelled "Damien, Are You Around?"

"No" Damien said, as he floated through the wall near the door. He did a double take when he saw who had spoken, "Emma? I thought you didn't like to come down from the towers?" He smiled as he 'sat' on the counter waiting for an explanation.

She Watched Him Sit Down She Replied "I'm Down Here To Grab Something To Eat, Since Someone Forgot To Get Some" She Looked At Him As She Said This, But Her Head Quikly Turned As She Heard A Noise She Frantically Said "What Was That?"

His smile quickly dissapeared."Are you blaming me? If I remember correctly, a certain girl told me that she likes to hunt for her food, and that I shouldn't bother bringing her any" annoyed by her accusation, he turned with a big "hmph" and headed for the door, but when she started panicing,he stopped and said, "probably just the sound I was following, I figured that it was probably somone coming here for food, just wait and see"

Seconds later, Ian pushed his way through the door, ignoring the two people already here in his hunger, he quickly began rifling through the cabinets, looking for....."aha!" His favorite chips. He closed the cabinet and sat on the countertop, munching away happily

"Yes, I Did Say That, Butt Every Now And Then When I'm As Tired As Today, There Has To Be Some Sort Of Food" She Angrily Said "Hmm.. Well I Want To Find Out What Tha-" She Was Interupted By A Boy Comming Into The Kitchen, She Stared At Him And Asked "Hello,I'm Enma. And You Are?"

Startled by the sudden voice, Ian looked around. Seeing the woman, he relaxed again and replied. "I'm Ian, Hello, umm, Emma" he took another handful of chips.

"And I'm Damien, if anyone cares..." Damien wasn't used to being ignored, usually everyone was very interested in the ghost.


"Oh, hello Damien" Ian spoke just before another handful of chips reached his face and he started chewing.

"It's Enma, Not Emma" She Said With A Little Anger In Her Voice..She Looked Around And Tapped Her Fingers Nervously Not Sure What To Say.. "Umm...So How Was..You're Umm..Day?"

"Oh, sorry, Enma." Ian reached for more chips,but was dissapointed to find none left. "Oh, uh, it was fine?" He stood up and went to the fridge, looking for a drink

Damien stifled a laugh, "now I see why you stay in the tower, you have no idea how to talk to new people, do you?

Her Face Gleems Red In Embarassment "Haha..No I'm Not The Best At Talking To People" She Replied As Her Mind Trailed Off To Some Other Place

A little girl walked in wearing an extra large t-shirt that on her looked like a dress. It was rainbow colored as well as her socks. She yawned and rubbed her eyes as she walked i, completely oblivious to the others in the room. She walked right up to the fridge. But because she was rubbing her eyes she didn't see the other person standing there. She ran into him and made a small "Ooof." Sound. She looked up and saw a male standing there. She bowed respectfully and apologized in a language that no very many knew, Icelandic.
"...Uhh.... M-may I...?" She was sort of asking permission to get something out of the fridge, trying not to be rude.

Ian smiled at the very colorful little girl and spoke kindly "of course" he grabbed a drink and stepped out of her way, then looked back to enma, "don't worry about it, you're doing fine"

"There's no point in talking to her, She's long gone" Damien chuckled

"What?" asked Ian

"She's off in her own little world now, she won't respond to anything until she 'gets back' " he put air quotes around his last few words for emphasis "and she could be hours, so pull up a chair and get comfortable"