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Post by rory on Sept 29, 2012 21:22:21 GMT -5
With the gloomy sky outside threatening rain, Rory had decided that today was as good a day as any to spend inside, honing his somewhat dismal baking skills. After the 'rushed cupcakes debacle' with Lord Reed, he'd decided to take hold of his new pet project and run with it. Being a baker had never exactly been on the top of his career list, but with more spare time than he could handle since Lord Reed was his only client, he figured that he might as well find something to do to fill it.
Today's experiment was a pear-and-coconut cake with an orange glaze. While the top of his creation looked slightly overcooked and misshapen, he'd surmised that a nice glaze should cover up any unpleasant burnt flavour. In theory, that was. If he could manage not to do grievous bodily harm to himself while juicing the orange. Which, evidently, he could not. As he cut into the fruit his hand slipped, the knife nicked his fingertip, and a bright red line welled up on his skin with alarming speed. He stood there in stunned silence, waiting for the pain to happen.
"Owwwww," he moaned, shoving his bleeding finger into his mouth and shutting his eyes tight. A throbbing sensation worked its way up his injured digit, and it felt much more like he'd stabbed himself deep in the wrist. He stood there for a moment, grimacing from a mixture of pain and disgust. The unpleasantly metallic taste mixed with orange made the urge to spit unbearable, but he didn't want to bleed all over the kitchen.
He eyed the sink across the room, wondering if he could make it before the impulse to empty his mouth won out. Putting the knife down and scurrying across the room as fast as his skinny legs would take him, he judged that he would make it there in time. Until he stepped in the slimy remnants of an errant egg, doing an awkward pirouette and landing ass-end up on the floor with a magnificent crash.
His finger whipped out of his mouth during this fantastic show of ballet-style self-destruction as he attempted to save his balance, and as he lay on the floor sprawled like a drunken sailor, he vaguely noted the fact that there was now blood everywhere. Not to mention the fact that he was liberally coated with egg slime.
"Fantastic," he sighed, his voice muffled by the cheek that was pressed against the floor. "It looks like I've murdered a pig."
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Post by Argent on Sept 29, 2012 23:19:34 GMT -5
 & Anyway, this cake is great;( It's so delicious and moist )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was about then that Argent opened the door. She stopped, stared at the scene. Rory, laying sprawled out like a child on a frozen pond. Blood in a splatter pattern, showing just how his arms had gyrated as he fell. The small pool gathering under the cut on his finger. She quickly closed the door.
Her faint chuckles floated in the hallway as she walked to the nearest closet to pull out a small emergency kit and headed back to the kitchen. As she reopened the door, she was all business again. “Sink.” She put the kit down next to the named fixture and waited a moment for the young man. “Quickly. Master Xanthe wants to be sure you’re ready.”
That Rory was to have his client today didn’t surprise her. What surprised her is that she appeared to be the first to mention it to him.
notes; So amused
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axis
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Post by axis on Sept 29, 2012 23:33:16 GMT -5
Axis was not in a good mood as he stalked into the kitchen to see what the hell all the noise was about. Whoever was in there was going to get an ear-full from him. It was hard trying to see new, young, sexy clients off in a way that would entice them to return when it sounded like someone was doing their best to destroy the kitchen.
Axis shoved his way through the door, pushing it so hard that it slammed into the wall, and stalked towards Rory and Argent. "The fuck is going on in here?" he demanded. "I'm blaming you if Lady Fairburn doesn't come back," he said, waving in the general direction of the foyer and the front door. "She doesn't like loud noises but what does she get? Sounds like someone's tryin' to destroy the damn house, starting with the kitchen! The hell were you doin' in here any-WAH!"
He yelped as his foot hit the puddle of egg and slid right out from under him, sending him sprawling flat on his back on the kitchen floor. His head hit the ground with a sickening thud and he lay there, dazed and blinking up at the ceiling. "Urgh...wha..."
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Post by rory on Sept 30, 2012 0:30:24 GMT -5
Argent to the rescue, he thought to himself, sighing with relief as she stepped through the door. Thank God. The last thing he needed right now was someone like Axis to waltz in here and see him like this, because he'd never hear the end of it. Or Mercutio, who'd assume he was practicing some weird egg fetish for Lord Reed and offer to help. If there was anyone in the Teahouse you wanted to find you with your ass in the air and splattered with egg, Argent was it.
"He's coming today?" Rory asked with a gasp from his position on the floor. How'd nobody tell him?! Panic set in as he contemplated the very real possibility that Lord Reed would conniption all over the place if his whore appeared to him smothered in baked goods and blood. In a state of near-hyperventilation, he pushed himself off the slimy surface, slipping and sliding as he made his way towards the sink and Argent's medical attention.
"The fuck is going on in here? I'm blaming you if Lady Fairburn doesn't come back." Rory turned back towards the door as Axis burst through the door in a rant, and shrunk as close to Argent as he could for protection from the wrath of the tiger.
Then Axis slipped in the egg and Rory's blood, and he would gladly have disappeared on the spot if he'd been given the option. He braced himself as he waited for Axis to regain is footing and come to kill him. At least it would solve the problem of meeting his client in this state of disarray.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, wide-eyed and terrified, the blood from his finger making a faint dripping noise as it hit the floor.
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Post by Argent on Sept 30, 2012 1:08:10 GMT -5
& Anyway, this cake is great;( It's so delicious and moist )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Argent reached out to help steady Rory as he made his way over to the sink, trying to limit the amount he slid through the kitchen. Not only would it not do for him to be spreading the goo everywhere—she was not looking forward to informing the maids about this—but the less he had to move that hand the better.
Ignoring the banging of the door, she inspected the cut. It was just deep enough to give her pause, but stitches seemed unnecessary. She would have to inform Master Xanthe of the issue so he could inform Lord Reed of the injury when, or if, he came.
"Sounds like someone's tryin' to destroy the damn house, starting with the kitchen! The hell were you doin' in here any-WAH!"
The thud that followed gave Argent pause, and she glanced over to the now sprawled out Axis, her red eyes narrowed in a slight glare. Two of the highest earners hurt in one go, and she hadn’t even started treating the first. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how to explain this one to Master Xanthe.
“I’m sorry.”
Rory’s voice brought her back. A soft sigh escaped her as she brought his hand underneath the tap. “Hush.” She turned the water on for only a few seconds to clean the congealing blood off, keeping her grip tight on his wrist in anticipation to the pain it would cause. Sparing a glance for Axis, she determined that some ice and painkiller would probably be best.
notes; So amused
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Post by axis on Oct 1, 2012 21:38:28 GMT -5
Argent would have to add "hot, sexy lady to kiss his wounds and make them feel better" to the list of treatments for Axis's injuries if she wanted to make him happy. He had taken quite a tumble, after all. He turned his now-bumped head this way and that, eyeing the kitchen as it seemed to spin around him. "What happened, how'd I get down here?" he asked, though to Rory and Argent it probably sound more like "wha'a'ppened, how'd 'et down 'ere?" He rolled onto his side and tried to climb to his feet, though the hand he was using to support himself nearly slid out from under him and he wound up flopping back against the nearest set of cabinets instead.
Eventually he was able to focus a bit better, and he fixed Argent with a goofy grin. "Heeeeeeeeeey," he said, "you're kinda pretty for a flat-chested chick."
He would most likely regret that in the morning.
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Post by rory on Oct 1, 2012 22:52:35 GMT -5
He grimaced as Argent gripped his wrist and the water ran over his injured digit, pulling involuntarily against the pain. He tried to keep still as his body faced the sink, but he turned his head repeatedly to nervously regard the incapacitated whore sprawled across the floor, waiting for him to regain his footing. Rory was fully and completely ready to run the second Axis got up, though he wasn't entirely sure how to escape the kitchen with Axis in front of the door.
It soon became apparent than the inevitable ass-kicking might just have to be postponed, as Axis seemed to be having problems pulling himself off the floor and was talking as though incredibly inebriated. It might be comical to watch the man stumble about if he wasn't terrified of the future repercussions, and he found himself secretly hoping that his muscled companion would suffer from amnesia.
"I think I broke him," he remarked with a squeak. He really didn't want to know what Xanthe would do if Axis turned out to be permanently brain-damaged.
"Heeeeeeeeeey, you're kinda pretty for a flat-chested chick."
Rory's mouth dropped open at that, horrified, and he glanced at Argent, wondering just exactly how she was going to take that. He wouldn't be entirely surprised if Axis ended up back down on the ground, having the life crushed out of him by pale hands.
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Post by Argent on Oct 3, 2012 0:00:40 GMT -5
& Anyway, this cake is great;( It's so delicious and moist )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Wrapping up Rory's finger was no chore once the blood was clear. He had nicked it just well enough to bleed, but with the pressure of the bandage, it should heal nicely.
"I think I broke him." The worried squeak brought a smile to her face.
"I doubt that. He's a hard man to break..."
"Heeeeeeeeeey, you're kinda pretty for a flat-chested chick."
"Because he is already an idiot." She tied off the bandage a bit more tightly than she meant to. Stalking over to the goofy grinning Axis, she squatted in front of him, taking in the damage. She grabbed his chin with her hand, forcing his head from side to side, watching his eyes. She was only gentle enough to make sure she didn't scramble his brains more.
Damn. She would really have hard time explaining this one to Master Xanthe.
She dropped her hand from his face afeter a few more moments of observation and held up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
notes; Damnit Axis
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Post by axis on Oct 3, 2012 16:22:02 GMT -5
" "m not 'n idiot," he said, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest like a wounded child. Axis eyes Argent's fingers suspiciously when she held them out, then answered with a triumphant, "Three!" when she asked how many there were. There, see? He really wasn't an idiot.
"...my head hurts," he whined, and he reached back to touch his head. Axis winced a little. There was a massive bump there...that was going to hurt for a while. "The hell did I trip on?" He looked around again, then apparently decided it was safe to try standing again and slowly climbed to his feet, using the nearby counter for support. He paused to catch his balance (not easy since the room was once more spinning around him) and eyed the blood on the floor. "...Oh shit, am I bleeding??"
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Post by Argent on Oct 3, 2012 17:50:05 GMT -5
& Anyway, this cake is great;( It's so delicious and moist )- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "‘m not 'n idiot."
Sighing, she waited for him to answer her question, still squatting in front of him. Lord help her if he had a concussion….
“Three!” His triumphant voice got a sigh of relief from her.
“Good. No concussion.” She stood up in alarm as he struggled up, deciding to just expedite matters and take one of his arms and support him.
“…my head hurts. The hell did I trip on?....Oh shit, am I bleeding?”
“You tripped on a slight baking mess, and no, you’re not bleeding. Shoes and a little more caution would have prevented your fall, which is why your head hurts. Fortunately, I do not believe you have a concussion.” She turned with him, forcing his arm over her shoulder to give him better balance and maintain control over the situation. “So I am going to get you back to your room and get you to lie down. Rory, if you will please see to it that this mess is cleaned up soon?”
notes; Getting things done
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Post by rory on Oct 3, 2012 23:31:55 GMT -5
Rory stood to the side as Argent looked Axis over, still deeply concerned that the brain damage might be permanent. He wondered what Xanthe would do to him if Axis acted like he had a brain made of goo for the rest of his life. Whores probably weren't in high demand if they were addled. He held his breath as Argent asked him to count her fingers, and let out a sigh of relief as he guessed correctly.
"Rory, if you will please see to it that this mess is cleaned up soon?"
"Yes, of course," he nodded wide-eyed, still looking at Axis. It was simultaneously relieving and disconcerting that he was stumbling about, rather than beating the snot out of him. "Did you need any help getting him to his room? I- I c-could help." The last thing he wanted to do was go anywhere near Axis in case he regained his senses. But considering that this was his fault, he figured he should do as much as he could to make it right.
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Post by axis on Oct 8, 2012 20:45:31 GMT -5
Axis tried to shake Argent off as he made his way to the door. "I can walk by myself," he groused. "Just gonna go sleep on the couch now." Despite his assurances that he could walk on his own, he was quite sure that getting up the stairs would be a challenge, especially since he still felt a little dizzy. But apparently he had a thick head, or something, because as time went on he was starting to feel noticeably better. "B'sides, you gotta clean up this mess before Rory's guy gets here."
Apparently, even Axis had noticed that Reed didn't like messes.
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