towerofanimus | a soldier on my own

Entry tags:

[au6] summoner

a soldier on my own

Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: AROUND. Specify the floor when you tag?
Format: I will follow
Summary: The Summoner is walking around. Creeping happens, or maybe it doesn't.
Warnings: Chocolate shenanigans! I’ll edit to warn for specific threads when I know. If you want to plan something and we haven’t, head on over here

[He does this once a day, you know? Twice if he’s particularly bored. Doing sweeps of an area has not been his job since he was a cadet, but he falls into it like an old habit, trailing through each floor, inspecting the rooms for changes, noting things like it might help him some day. The difference is, of course, in the tower there is very little urgency to it, no officer to report to at the end. Sometimes he imagines he does it just to keep from losing his mind, but that would be admitting the damned place is getting to him]

[Which it’s not, okay, just so we’re clear. No no, he’s fine. He does this because he wants to, because maybe, if he’s very very lucky, he’ll stumble across the way out]

[Spoilers: he has never been that lucky]

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[...OH SHIT THERE'S SOMEONE HERE??? Almost tosses the chocolate back, but ends up... pocketing it instead lajsdklf which is definitely a good idea. Stepping away from the box and bringing his hands up]

Uhhh... [Yeah. He looks super not guilty at all right now......]

[Stops and looks up.

Blinks.

Bliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinks.

Oh hello, she hasn't seen trolls in some time, not to mention she's never met an adult troll in the tower.]

.... Hello.

[Smiles and avoids making 'my what big horns you have~' comments and proportion innuendos. Bad France, baaaad.
Nonetheless, she gives him an appreciative once-over, still smiling brightly.]

Were you after something to eat?

[...oh goodness!! Well that's a first. He's never had a human rake her eyes over him like that, and he's sort of... confused how he should even respond honestly. Settles for blinking a couple times in return, voice a little wary]

Uh... yes...! That was, definitely my uh... original plan, when I came here.

[That's right Summoner, keep thinking she's human, there's a good troll. Meanwhile she'll keep smiling at him like a cat that's cornered a juicy, plump mouse.

She beams, putting the coffee jar down on the table next to the chocolates, completely ignorant of the fact that one has gone missing.]

Perhaps I can help you with that? I'm a passable cook...

Oh. Uhhhh...

[MAN HER EXPRESSION IS REALLY THROWING HIM OFF??? But he rocks back on his heels after a second, wings opening slightly for balance. No one's ever... offered to cook for him before either but...]

If uh... that was a thing, that you wanted to do...? [Then sure yeah, he'll eat some human food. Why the hell not]

[Oh Summoner, your flailing antics are just making you look all the more delectable as prey.]

What sort of food do you enjoy?

[Blinks, pausing for a bit and losing the predatory expression. Really, she has no idea what trolls eat. DO TROLLS EAT FOOD?????]

[Oh thank god. Regains some composure when that weird look fades, pausing to think... But no he just... he'll eat anything, you don't understand]

I have, never encountered something I didn't... enjoy at least a little.

[Get used to it, she uses it a lot on pretty boys - even the alien kind.

Smiling brightly again, she motioned for him to take a seat by the table as she returned to the pantry, intent on finding ingredients to make something delicious.

SHE HAS HER PRIDE AS A CHEF.]

Oh, feel free to have a chocolate! I'm not sure how nice they will be but there's plenty there on the table!

[Huu she has a nice smile 8'> Wanders over to sit where she gestured, watching her look around. At least until his eyes are drawn to the chocolates again]

[...reaches over to pluck another one up and look it over again. His attention is drawn back to her before too long]

Were they a gift...? [Popping it in his mouth!!! Looking attentive!!!! omg this is terrible face in hands]

[Finds a few spices that should work quite nicely with a side of meat, SUCCESS.

Returning, she gives the box a puzzled look before answering:]

I... don't know. Perhaps? Apparently they were meant to get rid of whatever virus I might have been given with the damn teddy bear...

[SO. His expression suddenly shifts, becoming quite fascinated in everything she's saying. He looks... drawn into her, eyes glazed over with a sort of furiously possessive adoration]

[And then he blinks, and that... odd little look fades, replaced with a sort of pleasant, drowsy smile. As long as she is here, he can keep an eye on her. No one will ever get too close to her again, and that is how it should be]

Have you uh... been sick?

[Misses the look, shame on her, as she's turned for the fridge to find a nice hunk of meat.

........ MuchlikeSummoner'sass-OKAY MOVING ON.

Finding a sizeable steak - rump, she thinks, dear God - she answers:]

Ah, well... I don't think so. But then, you can never be too sure what might happen to you in this Tower.

[After washing her hands, she grinds a few spoons of black pepper and mustard seeds with a mortar and pestle, mixing it with some salt in a bowl of olive oil before brushing it on to the meat.]

[Summoner.

Don't.

Turn.

Around.

Because Francisca's teddy bear is sitting innocently under another work bench, staring up at you.]

[Toooootally doesn't turn around. Nope, his attention is much too focused on her right now, taking in each little motion of her cooking like he's gonna get tested on it later]

No, I suppose not... I've only heard stories though. Nothing's happened to me yet...

[Good, because the next instant the bear's sitting on the same bench as the Summoner.

Staring.

WAITING.]

Ah, well that's good - you're one of the fortunate few then.

[Chuckling, she turns on the stove and gets a skillet, waiting for it to heat before drizzling oil into it, followed soon by the steak that begins to sizzle oh so nicely.]

Oh right, do you like your meat well-done or a bit bloody?

[Glances over her shoulder at him, not seeing the bear because the bench is blocking her view.]

[...totally doesn't hear her question because WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BEAR EVEN DOING????]

[Gives it a kind of angry, horrified stare, and proceeds to... punch it... across the room. Fuck yeah, righteous justice against that stuffed animal!!]

[Blinks when she sees her bear go flying, hurriedly putting the skillet aside to go rescue it.]

What's wrong?? Haven't you seen bears before?

[Inwardly freaking out that the bear she left in her room has somehow come here but ANYWAY.]

[Oh is it hers? Whoops... Kind of... glances off to one side awkwardly AHAHA]

It uh... just kind of appeared here? Or maybe I didn't see it until now, I guess.

[Smiles at him a bit forcedly, petting the bear before setting it down on the bench next to the chocolates.]

It... has a habit of doing that. Don't worry, he won't hurt you. I think.

[Returns to the sizzling meat, poking the uncooked side with her finger.]

So, meat - cooked through or rare?

[Side eyes the bear for a moment, not really... super sure what to think about it. It better not hurt them. He will punch it to death next time...]

[And then his gaze returns to her again, just as intent as before]

Rare, definitely.

Ah, a man after my own heart~

[Flashes him a pleased smile before flipping the meat, making sure only to cook the outside and warm the inside - steak is best enjoyed with a bit of blood.]

[Meanwhile, the bear is suddenly on the seating bench again, RIGHT UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL WITH SUMMONER'S LEG, HOWDY.]

[Wheeze, good he's doing it right apparently. That smile was absolutely delicious 8'>]

[...BUT OH SHIT WHAT EVEN IN THE FUCK IS THIS BEAR. Prickles and just kinda... stares down at it. Doesn't want to punch it again in case... you know... she actually does care about it, but... it's super creepy. Distracted with the bear for now pfff]

[Skewers the steak to make sure it's hot through and through before flipping it onto a plate, grinding some fresh black pepper over it before bringing it to the table, arranging it before him with knife and fork. Pauses when she sees the bear, torn between laughing and cringing herself.]

I.. think he likes you!

[Laughs and comes around, picking up the fuzzy toy before taking it's spot on the bench, smoothing her skirt before setting the bear down in her lap.]

Careful, it's hot.

[The steak, not the bear.

Unless that's your thing.]

[Huu... she's sitting so close... He kind of just stares at her for... probably a creepily long time tbh before just darting over and kissing the corner of her mouth!!! WELP!!!!!]

[Oh.

Blinks.

Bliiiinks.

Blushes.]

I um, you're welcome?

[Thinks it's for the steak - HOW LITTLE SHE KNOWS OF WEIRD CHOCOLATE STATUS EFFECTS.]

[Chuckles! Fuck yeah, that totally went better then it could have. But now that he's gotten that out of the way, he doesn't want to brush off the probably amazing food she made so: ]

Thank you. [And now!!! Cutting a piece off and popping that shit in his mouth]

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CRIES do you have a preference for chocolating or should I just rng it...

Not... really... I just really want shennanigans and Summoner's too adorable ;u; I'M SORRY ASLFKJSDK

...WOW THIS IS SO LATE I'M SORRY LAKJSF I got dark chocolate... AHAHA

IT'S COOL BRO! and pffffffffffff- XD

lksdf <3 <3!!

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Oh gawd Summoner, I thought you got along with strange beasties XDDD

not if they just appear out of nowhere DDDD8 THAT'S SOME CRAZY SHIT RIGHT THERE

Sheesh, TRY TO ACT YOUR AGE MAN.

he's only twelve what do you want from him

..... And to her several milennia, this is the greatest potential cradle robbing ever. :|a

story of his life tbh /points at eyes /points at quadrants filled with highbloods

So true.... OH WELL, GUILTY CONSCIENCE EASED

yes yes good no guilty consciences here!!!

They've vanished into thin air!

perfect B)

Like the teddy bear, here, then gone. O.O

also like me apparently /face in hands

/shooshpaps

sobs brokenly

Shhhhhhh, there there. /stroke