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Post by Leeland Black Horse-Schmidt on Sept 19, 2011 10:49:59 GMT -7
He had been trying for weeks to get these stubborn metals to cooperate, but they just wouldn't have it. Celestial Bronze, Imperial Gold, Stygian Iron, and the Huntresses Enchanted Silver just would not blend together. It was worse than trying to force magnets together. He would get the bronze to the right temperature for shaping, only to find it would be too hot for the other three. The he would try again at a lower temperature, then it would still be too hot for the iron, and too cold for the bronze. it didn't matter what combinations he tried, the metals just would not smelt together, and it was driving Lee out of his mind.
Sure, he could have learned his lesson after the flying ship he had built, literally tore itself apart, but he just couldn't accept that these divine metals could never be used together as a single unit. Even the gods managed to cooperate and work on the same side from time to time, why couldn't these stupid metals do the same?
Today, he was trying to work with the Imperial Gold, not expecting to have much difficulty, since he had always been skilled with precious metals, but it wasn't going well. Even the simple arrows and spears he was trying to shape kept coming out looking like limp spaghetti. It was getting ridiculous, all those pathetic looking hunks of gold sitting there mocking him.
"AH f*ck IT," Lee bellowed throwing another shapeless lump of gold into the recycling heap.
"Romans! If you want work done on your Imperial Gold weapons, go find a kid of Vulcan, because apparently that sh*t is too high and mighty to worked by a son of Hephaestus. And while I'm making announcements, I am officially closing Leeland's jewelry shop closed! If this f*cking gold doesn't want to work with me, then I'm through working with it," Leeland declared to anyone who cared to listen.
He stormed off to his work bench, and with one sweeping motion dumped all of his jewelry working materials into a huge recycling bin. Children of the Smith god, never wasted good materials by trashing it. One thing their father had taught them, was that anything could be reused and reworked into something better.
"Alright kids who needs work done," Lee demanded hefting a large smithy hammer over his shoulder, glaring out over the forge.
Word Count: 407 Muse: Not as good as I had hoped Tags: Anyone
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Post by September Marisol Summers on Sept 19, 2011 18:23:33 GMT -7
September was just finished with training sword fighting on a dummy. During that time, she had chipped the tip off her katana and needed it repaired. It was the first time it had ever chipped, and Seppie was ashamed at herself. After all, it was named after her father who had sadly passed a few years ago. Taking a deep breath, she walked towards the forge with sweat covering her brow. It wasn't far, the forge, but it was still far enough to make Seppie continue to sweat even after her armor was taken off and a new change of clothes.
Groaning to herself, Seppie looked at the broken katana in her hands.
"Man, I didn't mean to break it. I'm real sorry Mom. And Dad..." Seppie added, looking a bit sad at the ground. She knew that her father was safe (or at least she hoped) in the Elysian Fields. He would be blessed until she came to join him. Well, Seppie at least hoped her Uncle Hades would be lenient on her, despite all the nieces and nephews he had. Glancing again at the blade in her right hand, she held the broken tip in the left. Mentally smacking her face, Seppie resentfully walked in to the forge, where all the Hephaestus kids worked. She had never been here before, so all the loud noises, and somewhat smokey air was new and a but unnerving. Looking slightly disgusted at the work table, she was about to announce her arrival before there was a large slam on a table and several clinking metals falling off the table.
"Romans! If you want work done on your Imperial Gold weapons, go find a kid of Vulcan, because apparently that sh*t is too high and mighty to worked by a son of Hephaestus. And while I'm making announcements, I am officially closing Leeland's jewelry shop closed! If this f*cking gold doesn't want to work with me, then I'm through working with it," a voice yelled out. September gave an odd look before shrugging it off.
Knocking on a table gently, Seppie looked around to find someone to help with her broken blade.
"Hey! Anyone here?" She ventured tentatively forward, only to be nearly smacked by a rather large hammer. Leaning back instinctively, September held her broken katana in a defensive stance. "Hey!spank me hard! Watch it will ya? Jeez." she exclaimed. Glaring at the boy who had nearly knocked her head off, she realized that she knew him. Not name-wise, but she'd seen him around. The boy was tall, and maybe a year or two old than Seppie herself, but nonetheless cute and he seemed nice. Still holding out her sword, she growled, before banging it on the table. There was a bright light, and once it had faded, a broken spatula was in Seppie's hand, while the other was still digging into her left hand.
OOC: I think I rambled off a little bit. The TV was so distracting!
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Post by Leeland Black Horse-Schmidt on Sept 20, 2011 14:27:37 GMT -7
Lee turned, some what surprised when a girl called out asking if anyone was there, but then again most everyone was in the back at their work stations, and not readily visible. He was even more surprised when he almost clocked her with his hammer. He was almost taken aback as she literally growled and tossed a katana on the table in front of him, with an unspoken "FIX IT" hanging in there.
He watched as the Mist changed the blade into a broken spatula. "Interesting, I've not seen one like it," Lee muttered as he tapped the spatula with his hammer forcing the blade to return to it's natural state. It was the only way to truly fix it, and Lee was lucky that the hammer he had grabbed was made specifically to keep magical objects at their natural state for repairs.
"Good blade," me muttered examining it carefully. He could feel the metal like an extension of himself, the strong points, the weak points, and even the broken bit, which on some level was actually a bit painful. "Magical items are always a bit tricky," Lee explained running a hand along the bronze blade. "But I do believe I can repair it, not quite as good as new, but pretty close. Can I have the piece that broke off?" he asked forcing himself to think on his work and not the pretty girl in front of him. "Thanks. Why don't you come on back with me, it's kinda crowded in this part of the forge."
Lee took slipped the hammer in his tool belt carrying the sword pieces and leading the girl back to his "private" work space, where he usually worked on special projects, like one disintegrated flying boat. The newest project was a battered gold and bronze chariot sitting in the corner.
"That's a special order from Orion. It used to be one of the Apollo Cabin Chariots from back in the day, back at the camp. He had it smuggled in here, for some show thing he's going to be doing with that new Apollo kid Archer. From what I hear it's a pretty good replica of the Sun Chariot, well when it's in its chariot form that is. He want's me to fix it up, and see about making some Automaton flying horses to go with it. With a bit of luck it's be pretty bad assed when I'm done, that is if the damned gold actually cooperates and does what i ask it to do," Lee explained as he plunged the sword pieces into the forge fire.
"I'm Lee by the way, sorry about earlier, it's not been one of my better days. You wanna tell me what happened to break a celestial bronze sword like that?"
Word Count: 479 Muse: Not quite his old self yet Tags: Seppie Notes: feel free to do whatever you'd like
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Post by September Marisol Summers on Sept 20, 2011 17:12:47 GMT -7
September was extremely ticked off. She had broken her only sword (which her darling mother had given her) and nearly had a concussion by a forge hammer. Not to mention the heat and smoke, which added more annoyances to her. She glared at the boy, observing what he was going to do. If he bent that sword while fixing it, he'd be in a deep pile of sh*t. Tapping her fingers on the table, Seppie rolled her eyes in impatience.
"Interesting, I've not seen one like it," he said quietly. Seppie rolled her eyes again and gave a small nearly inaudible groan. Well, duh, she thought to herself. Demeter gave it to me. You think I got it here? Coughing rather loudly, she saw that the boy had gently tapped the spatula, and it returned to its original form as a katana. The piece in her hand did as well, even though she hadn't noticed it. The kid ran his fingers up and down the blade, barely touching it. While he was off muttering to himself, Seppie registered a dot of red in the palm of her hand, which was holding the broken tip. Realizing it was blood, she quickly dropped the tip to the table. It wasn't bloody at all, but had a few small flecks of blood in the edge where it had cut her hand. Glancing at the cut palm, she hissed under her breath.
"Damn it. Well, this day just keeps getting better and better," she said angrily.
"Magical items are always a bit tricky. But I do believe I can repair it, not quite as good as new, but pretty close. Can I have the piece that broke off?" Sighing with relief, Seppie pointed at the tip on the table while nodding.
"There it is. And that sounds good. How long 'till I can get it back?" she asked. Seppie was looking around for a linen cloth or something to bandage her hand, but found nothing. So she gently shook her hand until the pain went away. Taking a look at it again, she was happy to see that since it was a very thin cut, the bleeding had stopped. Smiling for just a moment, September turned back to the boy.
"Thanks. Why don't you come on back with me, it's kinda crowded in this part of the forge."
Awkwardly looking around, Seppie just nodded ever so slightly. Well, that wasn't weird at all, she though to herself. Following him towards the back of the forge, she was about to note that the entrance was actually quite roomy (even though that was a lie) until she saw his "private" workshop. Seppie made note to a rather battered looking chariot-thing in the corner of the room. Tilting her head to the side a little bit, she asked:
"What's that, right there?" Seppie pointed at the chariot.
"That's a special order from Orion. It used to be one of the Apollo Cabin Chariots from back in the day, back at the camp. He had it smuggled in here, for some show thing he's going to be doing with that new Apollo kid Archer. From what I hear it's a pretty good replica of the Sun Chariot, well when it's in its chariot form that is. He want's me to fix it up, and see about making some Automaton flying horses to go with it. With a bit of luck it's be pretty bad assed when I'm done, that is if the damned gold actually cooperates and does what i ask it to do,"
Nodding, Seppie made a mental note to herself: "Ask him about it in a few weeks or so."
"I'm Lee by the way, sorry about earlier, it's not been one of my better days. You wanna tell me what happened to break a celestial bronze sword like that?"
Giving Lee a dry smile, Seppie extended her hand in a greeting.
"September, at your service, but you can call me Seppie. she said, giving Lee a wink. It was a trademark for her name, so stick with it thick and thin, right? "But I don't want to saw how I broke my sword, 'kay? Let's just say it was a sword fight gone bad," Seppie declared.
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Post by Leeland Black Horse-Schmidt on Sept 20, 2011 17:51:44 GMT -7
Lee nodded grimly sensing that the bronze would be ready soon. "So, how'd the other guy look after they broke your sword? You look like you could have clawed his eyes out," he commented dryly, not quite dishing out humor as he was normally know for doing, the truth was he was still pretty annoyed.
Feeling that the bronze pieces were ready he drew them out of the fire and began hammering them together, the hammer striking in just the right places to join the pieces seamlessly.
"That's why I'm a lover not a fighter, Lee commented over the bell like ringing of the metals. Soon the bits were wielded together and growing cold. He put the sword back into the fire adding a couple of other pieces of bronze as well.
"You know, it sounds like you've had a rough day," he commented watching her carefully. "Have you ever tried to make something here? It's actually rather therapeutic, if you'd like I could teach you," he wasn't sure where he was going with this, but for some strange reason it felt like the right thing to do. He handed September a pair of thick gloves and apron, and had her wait by the anvil while he grabbed the sword and brought it over to her.
"Right, here we go, take this hammer," handed it to her, as he stood behind her holding the blade against the anvil. "Now, let's swing it together, and strike where i guide you," she fumbled for a moment, but soon they found a rhythm of swinging and striking, for Lee it was almost zen like. He had a pretty girl in front of him, and he was being productive, that was enough to improve his mood considerably.
"Good job. I'll put this back in the fire for a bit, reinforce the weak areas with some fresh celestial bronze, a little bit of shaping to hone the tip and edge again, and it'll be good to go." He looked the blade over frowning.
"You know, a good blade like this needs a name, does it have one?" Nodding, he push it a little deeper into the coals, to get more of the blade heated. He it was ready he hammered in the rest of the bronze pieces making the blade nice and strong. Once he had it honed and shaped just right, he carefully etched the name "Wilter" in Ancient Greek letters on either side of the blade, along with some strengthening markings.
"There we are," he smiled "Almost as good as new," He handed her the heavily polished and oiled weapon.
"What would you say if I asked you to dinner?" Lee asked, some of his old confidence seeping back into his spirit.
Word Count: 469 Muse: Not too bad at all Tags: Seppie
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Post by September Marisol Summers on Sept 21, 2011 13:30:48 GMT -7
Seppie merely hissed quietly at Lee's half-hearted joke. She gave a sarcastic laugh and glared at him. Her mood had not had a great start today, and he certainly isn't improving it at all. Sure, he was fixing her sword, but that doesn't count, right? The Hephaestus kids were supposed to be the camp's local forgers. Scrunching her nose up, she noted the humidity in the room. It was a lot cooler that it was outside, but still pretty hot. Wiping sweat off her brow, September tapped her fingers on the table as she watched Lee nod to himself and brought out the sword and its counterpart. The pieces were seamlessly welded together, but still looked brittle in some places. Seppie looked at it carefully until Lee threw them back into the fire with some pieces of bronze as well.
"That's why I'm a lover not a fighter,"
Scoffing, Seppie shook her head.
"Well, that doesn't do you any good when fighting monsters, does it?"
Running her fingers through her hair to straighten them out, Seppie gave Lee an odd look when he proposed that she should make something here. She had never done that before, and didn't plan to but couldn't decline when he had already given her a pair of gloves and an apron. Reluctantly putting them on, September trudged slowly towards the anvil. Normally to vent out her anger, she would continue sword fighting until she was dead tired, but today was different. As Lee came over and placed the sword on the anvil, Seppie took the hammer. Lee stood behind her and began to guide her hand. It was very awkward at first, with a cute boy behind her holding her hand, and not to mention the weight of the hammer. Grinning under her breath, they soon got into a rhythm. To be honest, the noise of the hammering metals was actually melodic, and calming. Seppie felt her mood lighten with every stroke.
"This really helps. Thanks, Lee." she said, smiling all the way. As he placed the sword back in to the fire, she looked at him and noted his features. Short hair, most likely to prevent them form being singed or burnt by the fire and a fit torso, no doubt from being in the forge hammering away all the time. A few minutes had passed before Lee brought back the sword again. He etched "Wilter" in Greek on both sides of the blade before handing it back to Seppie. Smiling once more, she took it from him. "Thanks again,"
"What would you say if I asked you to dinner?" Seppie was a little taken aback at the question. Staring at Lee momentarily, she managed to hit her sword and turn it back into a spatula.
"You mean like a date?" she asked hesitantly. This was the first time anyone had asked her that. "If it is, then yes I would like to go. But on one condition: I get to cook and we don't go to the Mess Hall. Please?" September smirked slightly, biting her lower lip. She hoped that giving Lee the puppy-dog eyes would work. If not, then there would be other ways...
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Post by Leeland Black Horse-Schmidt on Sept 21, 2011 15:58:17 GMT -7
"A date, a get together, dinner between two friends, whatever you'd like to call it," Lee gave a weak smile, feeling small sparks of the man he had once been, trying to rekindle itself, but still a long way off from what it was.
"You can fight, you can cook, if you clean and ahem, do other things, you'll pretty damn close to being the perfect woman," Lee joked as he washed up. "So, where exactly are you thinking we should go? I'm sure Orion could point me in the direction of a '69 Cadillac if that's your style," his eyes twinkled at the memory of the last time he and Keller had been in the back of a Caddy...the car was never the same again.
"Or, we could book a private room at Club Orion, I hear those rooms are better than most Presidential Suites. Of course the simplest options would be to set up shop right here, or at one of our houses...you know me, I'm game for pretty much anything." Lee's smile was about 95% genuine, but there was a small part, deep in his eyes that only felt the sting of loss. The one person he could have possibly settle down and just be with, was gone. Lee wasn't even sure why or where he had gone. All he knew was the fact that he had come back from the quest, pretty battered and a bit worse for the wear, and Keller was gone.
Throwing caution to the wind, put his arms around her waist, giving her his best suave bedroom eyes. "Come to think of it, your place sounds perfect..." He lingered hovering just inches from her lips, before grinning and declaring, "I don't know about you, but I am starving, let's get some grub," He turned slightly, offering her his arm as they walked out of the forge towards the grassy house that belong to the Demeter Clan.
The sight brought back other memories, another summer love long since lost. With the amount of romantic interests, Lee had had over the years, he was often mistaken as one of his step-siblings from the Aphrodite House, but Lee just thought that was a cruel stereotype. He had a hell of a lot more class than any of those shallow Barbie Dolls could ever muster.
They walked in, Lee taking a seat facing the kitchen, "So my dear, what are the Demeter House Specials this evening?"
Word Count: 422 Muse: Slowly coming back from the dead Tags: Seppie
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Post by September Marisol Summers on Sept 21, 2011 18:58:38 GMT -7
September smiled as she took off her apron and gloves. With her nearly good as new katana/spatula, there was nothing that could bring her down. Except of course, the death of her friends or an extremely embarrassing scandal that could circulate around the camp in a matter of minutes. Dusting off her jeans, Seppie grinned whn she heard what Lee said.
"A perfect woman for who?" she asked, trying to be innocent. Laughing, Seppie walked around Lee and patted his back. She shook her head at his suggestions for dinner. All of those places seemed too fancy and would provide a little too much 'tension' between the two. She jumped up a little when Lee sunddely gave her a hug, wrapping his arms around her waist. Smirking for just a moment, Seppie pushed him off and touseled his hair. "A little too close there, man." she teased. When Lee extended his arm to take her back to her cabin, Seppie grabbed it eagerly and ran off with him, out the door and through the grass
Minutes later, they both arrived at the cabin. Lee took a seat in the main kitchen while Seppie herself began washing her hands. Grimacing only a little when he asked what was for dinner, she nonetheless felt happy.
"Dont call me 'dear'. It sounds like I'm a housewife, and I most certainly am not." September wagged her index finger side to side. Twirling the spatula around in the air, she thought about what to cook. So many options, so much food!
"So what are you in the mood for? Chicken, pasta, beef, spaghetti, dessert?" Seppie asked, walking over towards Lee she pulled out a chair across from him and sat down. Leaning on one arm, the other drummed the table while she sighed. Maybe this dinner thing wouldn't be so bad afterall.
Getting up yet again, Seppie walked behind Lee and wrapped her arms around his chest. Putting her head down on his shoulder, she sighed next to his ear. She touseled his hair again before walking back to the stove.
"You know what? I think I'll cook some chicken and then see where we go from there," she announced and began to prepare for the baked chicken.
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Post by Leeland Black Horse-Schmidt on Sept 22, 2011 14:16:54 GMT -7
Lee leaned back into September as she wrapped her arms around him, he couldn't help but comment.
"Definitely not a housewife." He grinned as a number of possibilities flashed through his mind, all of them fun, if not entirely proper, considering she may have siblings show up unannounced...not that that had stopped Lee before. He laughed quietly to himself as she bustled about the kitchen preparing the chicken.
His lecherous smile faded as he remembered his mother working in the kitchen after a long day at her job. He never knew how she managed it, but she always had a good meal ready for Lee when he got home from school, or screwing around with the other kids on the reservation. It sent a little pain through him to remember, he hadn't really talked to her for maybe three years now, he had elected to first stay at camp, and later come to the Academy instead of playing the odds that monsters would follow him to his mother's house. At least she had her new husband to take care of her, and for all Lee knew he had other brothers and sisters by now. He banished the thoughts from his mind, now was not the time for that sort of thing.
He stood up walking into the kitchen, slipping his arms around Seppie's waist, whispering in her ear, "Have I mentioned how cute you are when you're cooking?" it was a line, he was certain she knew it was a line, but that didn't stop him from saying it. He had found that a lot of girls like the 'game', the 'chase', the flattery and all of that, just as much as Lee did, except Aphrodite girls cottoned on too quick and made the stakes higher than Lee cared to play.
He placed a light kiss right below her ear and stepped back smiling confidently. "So how is it we have never managed to meet up like this before?" Lee leaned against a wall drinking in her figure and features, pleased with what he saw, but then again Lee wasn't exactly picky. If someone was willing to play the game, and understand the rules, then he was as happy as could be. But the minute they tried to break the rules by making things more than they were...that's when he usually ran. It had been a while, so he was sure he was long over due.
Word Count: 416 Muse: A dirty pervtwist my nipples Notes: I'm moving this thread to the Demeter House Tags: Seppie
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Post by September Marisol Summers on Sept 22, 2011 15:27:35 GMT -7
September was too busy getting out post and pans along with oregano and other ingredients to start on the chicken. Tying up her hair into a ponytail, she quickly threw out the equipment on the table with a bang. Bringing the uncooked chicken out on to a cutting board, Seppie began to slice away, expertly cutting the chicken breast in to thin, almost paper-like pieces. She had learned from her dad (who wasn't only a plant activist, but also a good cook) that the thinner the food, the more taste it soaks up, so the flavor was more powerful.
"Have I mentioned how cute you are when you're cooking?"
Being so busy, Seppie hadn't heard Lee walk up behind her until he wrapped his arms around her waist line again. Sighing, she had to smile only a little bit. He was playing her, and she knew he didn't mean anything he said, but it was still nice to hear it sometimes. While continuing to slice the chicken, Seppie though about how what was happening to her right now reminded her of the old movies she watched with Wilter. There would always be a young lady doing something on the counter, so busy that she didn't even know her husband (or lover) was home until he hugged her around the waist. Typical.
"Uh huh. Sure," September replied sarcastically. She was done with cutting, so she washed her hands at the sink, and placed the cutting board in it. Getting out a new one, which was green in color, Seppie got the onions and began to dice them. "Hey, get out that pan in the top cabinet. It's like a wok, but smaller." Seppie ordered. If he was going to eat, then he was going to help her.
"So how is it we have never managed to meet up like this before?" As Lee planted a small kiss under her ear, Seppie blushed. He was sweet, and she appreciated that fact. As he let go, she pushed him gently. Shaking her head, Sepoie gave a small chuckle and went back to her cooking regimen. "Don't touch the chef when she's on duty." she teased, waving her knife in the air for emphasis. It wasn't threatening, but still posed a danger if it were to slip from her hand. "And that pan? I need it still."
Folding her arms, Seppie wondered if there was anything else she needed to do. The chicken was seasoned and the vegetables diced. All she needed was the pan. Walking slowly to Lee, she leaned against his chest, her arms twined around his back. She embraced him in to a hug and looked up to his eyes. Seppie smiled and reached up with one hand to flick his nose gently. Chuckling softly to herself, she let go and folded her arms again, still facing Lee.
"Well, after dinner do you want dessert? Or would you rather have it before dinner? Anything in particular you want?" she asked, emphasizing the last word, hoping he would take a hint.
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Post by Leeland Black Horse-Schmidt on Sept 23, 2011 17:39:04 GMT -7
Lee reached up and around Seppie to retrieve the pan in question, his shirt riding up a bit showing off a bit of his lower torso. "Hmmm? Dessert now or later you ask?" a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "How a bout an appetizer once you finish with the chicken, then after dinner..." his grin was wicked as he tickled lightly at Seppie's sides. Teasing was half the fun, it built up the anticipation, and as a result the reward was that much sweeter. He wandered back to his seat letting Seppie finish her work, enjoying what he saw. Once she was finished, he pulled her into his lap, his fingers dancing lightly up her spine. "I wonder, will we have to worry about any of your siblings dropping in on us...and not be open to joining in on the fun?" He was certainly starting to feel that much more like his old self, wrapping his arms around her. "You know what I always say? Enjoy life now, while you've got it." he said running his fingers along her back, too many options running through Lee's head for him to decide what to do. "I'm thinking we should get a bit more comfortable," he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to a sofa in the living room, sitting down with Seppie comfortably in his lap. "Much better don't you think?" he asked in a husky voice pulling her close stealing a kiss. Before he could go in for another kiss, he caught a wiff of something. "Um...I know I'm hot and all that, but I'm pretty sure I'm not actually on fire..." Lee comment as he looked around. "Uh oh, I think maybe the oven's on fire, and not in a good way. He stood up dashing over to the oven, and sure enough smoke was billowing out the edges of the oven's door. He threw it open plunging his hands into the flames, feeling them absorb into his own essence. He pulled the pan out and set it on the counter. "Pretty sure dinner's done a bit earlier than expected", as he inspected the oven. "There's your problem, the heat regulator valve has been removed, probably a Hermes prank or something...I hope it cooked up alright anyway..." Word Count: 397 Muse: That was just painful Tags: Seppie Notes: Sorry it just fell apart
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Post by September Marisol Summers on Nov 26, 2011 18:01:21 GMT -7
"You know what I always say? Enjoy life now, while you've got it."
Seppie nodded absentmindedly. She felt slight chills run through her body as Lee gently ran his fingers along her back. Before she could object, Lee suddenly lifted her up and carried her off to the couch. Once Seppie was settled down in his lap, she glared at him momentarily.
"Don't ever do that again." she said. But the anger passed through quickly. Lee leaned in for a kiss, and Seppie didn't hesitate to give him one. They were small flirty pecks, but it only built up the anticipation of what was to come. As Seppie observed Lee, she caught a scent of sorts and noticed Lee had too. It smelled like something was burning, but she couldn't place where it came from. Seppie stood up, with Lee right behind her.
"Um...I know I'm hot and all that, but I'm pretty sure I'm not actually on fire..." Shaking her head silently, Seppie couldn't help but notice how Lee was a bit turtley. Either way he was a good man, but still. When he noted that the oven was on fire, Seppie realized that the chicken was in there. She quickly rushed towards the mechanical appliance, just in time to see Lee soak up the fire and take out the chicken. It looked a bit burnt on the outside, and Seppie checked to see if it was alright on the inside. Grabbing a knife and fork, she made a slit in the meat. It was tender enough to cut through easily, and Seppie saw no trace of blood or burned meat. Sighing with relief, she smiled.
"There's your problem, the heat regulator valve has been removed, probably a Hermes prank or something...I hope it cooked up alright anyway..."
A Hermes kid? Seppie growled inwardly. Those little rats were always screwing up the cabin ever since one of her half-sisters broke off a relationship with one of Hermes's sons. She let out an exasperated sigh.
"The chicken is fine, but if I get my hands on that little Hermes prick," Seppie said through gritted teeth. After breathing for a few minutes, she calmed down. Grabbing some pot-holders, Seppie brought the meal to the table. While setting the table, she bent over to get the napkins and lay a few out next to the plates. After about ten minutes, everything was perfect, aside from the smoking oven.
"Well, everything is done. Bon appetite." Seppie announced, untying her apron and hair.
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