WHAT'S THE WORST YOU CAN DO?
ONE —
Sam's shadow has been moving about in circles on the wall, till it finds its master and taps him on the shoulder. Sam turns to face his shadow and as soon as he turns, his shadow points out a finger ahead.
What he sees, what he hears - it has Sam tilting his head and sharpening his gaze too. Master and shadow exchange glances again before Sam makes his move, leaving his shadow wandering about the wall in a pattern of swirls.
"Little demon, what on earth do you think you're doing?"
Jamil shoots a glare - heavy, unpleasant, and malicious all at once. His lips don't stop moving and the air around the student is a mess of pulsing energy, and that's what Sam raises an eyebrow at.
Not breaking off from the staring contest, Sam starts reciting words in whispers himself - the air slowly shifts with the string of incantations being called in unison, a quiet whirring like a constant buzzing surrounding the two mages. The tension is a developing mass of terrible, until...
... a pair of cockroaches, with wings wide and bodies long, fly right in between them.
Jamil's eyes widen as far as they go.
"Hey, hey!" Sam shouts, troubled by Jamil's hasty chanting. "Are you seriously casting a high ancient curse on those insects!?"
TWO —
It's three in the afternoon. In two hours time, there'd be a raid event. A special gacha draw. Boosted drop rates. Limited five-hour boss hunt. Anniversary giveaway.
All that and more in just two hours in the games he's currently playing, but -
"Shroooud! You've been taking Flight classes for three years, but you're still hanging from your broom!?"
Literally hanging from his broom and a good ten meters above the ground, Idia looks down at Vargas, face a cross between fed up and irritable.
"C'mon, listen to yourself... I've been doing this for three years, and now you pick a fight with me about it? What about Leona-shi and Cater-shi who step on their brooms, huh? Why don't you pick a bone with them? Talk about totally biased - "
" - and you can't even stay that long in the air with those kind of arms supporting you! Develop some muscle, Shroud! Breathe life into your physique!"
" - and there it is again, that muscle talk! Do I look like I wanna be a DPS or a tank in real life!? No way, not worth it, not optimal... being 'buff' isn't the same as having buffs!"
" - and with a sound body you become a great magician like myself! Shroud! Are you even listening to me!? Now get down here - you accomplished the task of keeping yourself afloat whole ten minutes in air, but next time you'll do it mobile and without hanging from your broom!"
" - like, what's totally wrong if I don't wanna ride on my broom like all those mages did before? More like, why can't I use something else than a broom, aren't brooms meant to clean stuff and not to be used as a flying medium? A broom as a flying medium looks totally lame anywa - "
"Shroooud! Stop talking to yourself again and get down here!"
THREE —
Somewhere in the kitchen of the Mostro Lounge, Grim slowly backs away close to the doors, paws covering his nose.
"Nuh-uh, no way! I ain't gonna eat that! That just smells bad!"
Jade puts a hand over his heart, a gasp escaping his lips. He turns to his twin standing beside him, a deflated expression crossing those features similar to his own.
"How cruel of you, Grim-san," Jade sniffs, patting Floyd's back softly. "Have you no heart? Floyd had gone through the effort of cooking you lunch, but yet..."
"Baby seal, weren't you complainin' about bein' hungry since earlier? And I did my best..."
"Best, my foot! Ya were literally mixin' all sorts of stuff! I saw it!"
"It's a Coral Sea specialty!" Floyd replies, voice all high-pitched and whiny. Really whiny. "It's got all sortsa fish..."
"... and their innards..." Jade supplies. Grim makes a noise.
"A combination of sauces..."
"... salad dressing, chili, sweet cane..."
"Spices to add some flavor..."
"... mint, oregano, chamomile..."
"Are ya tryin' to kill me or something!?"
FOUR —
Thirty minutes later, in the silence and comfort of his private quarters, he sets down his knife on the table and inspects his handiwork.
"This..." he finds himself saying, "does not resemble anything."
The apple carving sitting on his desk does not answer him, but it awkward shape speaks enough volumes. The two weird ends poking out differently, the body of the apple missing all sorts of wedges and skin left unpeeled at the assorted places.
"Apple carving is a more tedious task than I thought," Sebek huffs. Trial apple #12 set aside, he reaches out for another apple in his basket, holding it in his hand carefully, turning it around in all angles.
"I must not simply waste food either... should I try applying less strength as I go through the skin? Or start by shaping the body first before peeling the skin? Ah, or should I try creating a stencil or something similar out of paper first to act as a guide... ?"
1: jamil reappears for this batch! here's everyone's context:
jamil -> ancient curses... for insects.
idia -> hanging off a broom, really!?
floyd -> saaay, how do you make cat food?
sebek -> an apple carving of malleus-sama! ... in progress.
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