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Cake Bandit!!!; Tag Hama/Hamask
Topic Started: Jan 4 2015, 04:38 PM (230 Views)
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Akira whistled jauntily to himself, his muscular arms pushing his chair to speeds easily as fast as a man could run. His tuneless whistle echoed back along the corridors as he sped along, head spinning to check rooms as he passed them. Normally, Akira would use his stilts to get about, however he was carrying a fragile cargo meant for someone very specific and did not trust his fair of lizards to handle it properly.

Said cargo was a frosted, colorful, sugary confection in delicate layers, covered with icing and berry preserves with whipped frosting sculpted carefully into patterns and loops. Akira had been working for months to get this right, and now he was regularly producing cakes that were up to his high standards. Which meant that he was now willing to begin sharing them out. Since Varuel was often vociferously appreciative of Akira's work, one of the precious delicacies was now in the cook's lap speeding its way to the grey-handler.

In theory.

Kaede, his dark hide looking more brown than bronze in the dark quarters, grumbled as he flitted about. He, too, was having difficulty locating their target in this strange environment. Which meant Akira was on his own. He could have delegated the task, certainly, but that would defeat the point. Half the fun was seeing the looks on people's faces.

Akira rounded a corner and poked his head into an open door, glancing about quickly to see if he could spot Varuel or huge Varuesk. He spotted something quite different, however, and leaned back in reaction, an apology on his lips, but one that was not destined to make it out -
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Hamask sighed an exaggerated sigh, a long, wheezing, whining exhale onto the doorframe that she leaned up against. Aside from a roll of her eyes, Hama ignored the sound, turning her back so that she didn't have to see the way her wher stared so morosely out into the hallway. She kept her attention instead on the bound hides and jars piled on her table, the considerable wealth of knowledge and supplies dominating every square inch of the surface. Hama glanced from the disarray to her empty shelves, eyeing the space with her lips pursed in thought.

Hamask whined again. Hungry, she complained.

Finally looking at her wher, Hama raised an eyebrow. "Are you really hungry? Or are you just bored?"

Hamask's head swiveled around, her bulbous orange eyes focusing on Hama before shooting the mess at the table a reproachful look. Hungry and bored.

"Really?" It was Hama's turn to sigh. "Because you said you weren't hungry a candlemark ago, when I started this."

Fine, Hamask said. Bored.

"Well, you don't have to stay here," Hama said, scooping up a couple of bound hides and placing them tentatively on the bottom shelf. "Faranth knows you aren't helping."

Aren't you almost done?

"I warned you this would take me a while, Hamask." Hama returned to the table and paused uncertainly before riffling through the hides in search of a specific volume. What a sharding pain--she should have reorganized months ago, before her notes piled up so much.

With a soft snort, Hamask turned to resume her longing stare out into the hallway, only to come face to face with a man. She scooched back, her wark of surprise cutting off whatever the man meant to say. Alerted by the noise, Hama wheeled around.

"Hamask, what--" As she leaned to see around her wher's bulk, Hama cut off when she saw a man in a wheelchair. A handsome, muscular man.

With cake.

"Oh, hello," she said with a smile.

Then Hamask surged forward, ignoring her handler's alarmed cry as she shoved her face dangerously close to the colorfully iced confection on the man's lap. What is this? she demanded, the orange in her eyes bleeding away, replaced by a blue that burned with curiosity. She sniffed the desert, steadfastly ignoring the hand Hama pressed against her chest in a hasty attempt to push her back.

"Hamask, get back! Shards!" Hama cast a mortified look at the man, feeling her cheeks flush. "I'm so sorry--ah, Hamask, stop pushing!"



O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
Rosinthew : Candidate
Khola : Weyrfolk
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Akira blinked several times, staring at the green wher he'd come face to face with.

"Ah, forgive the intrusion - "

"Hamask, what -?"

Akira stopped, clearing his throat and waiting a moment, not wanting to talk over the woman he'd so rudely barged in on: however unintentionally. He tried again.

"I only meant -"

"Oh, hello."

Akira flopped his head backward, grinning and fighting the urge to laugh. Kaede's squawk caught Akira's attention, however, and he looked up to see - Hamask, had she said? - right up close and personal. Kaede chattered angrily, swooping down and landing atop Akira's head, warning off the green thing from the cake.

"Ah, that's food, my dear," Akira chuckled. "It's quite all right, Miss, go on and let her have a snuffle or two." Akira cocked his head sideways and considered.

It had been quite a while since he'd managed to "hook" someone new... Varuel had no idea Akira had been coming, and wouldn't be missed... And this young lady WAS rather pretty... Hm...

Kaede settled down abruptly as he sensed Akira's new intent. The bread-thing was no longer meant for someone else. With a haughty sniff, the bronze slid down and draped himself over Akira's shoulders.

"As a matter of fact," Akira plastered a look of bemusement across his face, grinning sheepishly, "I'm afraid I've hopelessly lost my way.One critique is as good as another: would you care to try some of-?" He lifted the cake slightly be way of indicating it, hiding the sense of anticipation he always felt at such times.
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Hamask, unfazed by her handler's admonishments, dropped open her mouth in a wherish grin, while her eyes trailed upward to focus on the bronze scolding her from atop the man's head. This, too, she brushed off with ease, and lowered her head to inspect the desert. The man did give her permission. Her wide nostrils flared.

"Oh--ah, well..." Still leaning heavily against her wher as a method of restraint, Hama paused, a faint, rueful smile on her lips. "It's just that I'm worried she'll get carried away. She does that, sometimes, when she gets excited. Oh, shards, Hamask, stop breathing on it."

Hamask withdrew her head a bit and politely closed her drooling maw. Strange food. What kind? the wher asked, blue eyes narrowing as she scrutinized it. Smells sweet.

"It's cake, baby, you've seen cake before." Admittedly, Hama thought with a glance at the cheerful decorations, no cake like this one. The man in the chair raised it to her, and her brows rose at the offer. Then a slow, more genuine smile spread across her face.

"Oh. Really? That's a generous offer." Although, entirely unexpected, and it sounded as if it were intended for someone else. But the cake did look good, and well... she felt her resistance melting. Hama glanced over her shoulder, mentally rearranging the mess on her table to fit the desert; manageable, she decided. "One I think I'll have to accept," she answered. "Would you like to come in?"

Hamask, finally heeding her handler's pushing, stepped backward, tucking herself neatly against the wall to make room as Hama waved their visitor inside.

"Sorry for the mess. Oh, and I'm Hama, by the way. This is Hamask." The green burbled at her name. Hama crossed to the table, where she doubled up a few stacks of hides. They leaned precariously in their new position, but at least a good part of the table was clear.

"Who are you looking for? I could help you find them."
O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
Rosinthew : Candidate
Khola : Weyrfolk
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