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asgardeventide2012-01-22 12:03 am
wittings) wrote in asgardeventide2012-01-22 12:03 am
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(002) Accidental Video
[ While this entire cupcake battle was going on, Hawke had tried to hide out in Odin, doing his part. He was pretty sure that they turned out somewhat okay - but he wasn't a cook. He usually ordered anything that required mixing. This was something Orana might know about, but he was pretty clueless.
He also wanted someone to test them, and he wasn't sure he wanted to feed it to his companions. If it was bad, he'd never hear the end of it. If it was good he wouldn't hear the end of it. Which is why he was hoping for just "not deadly". ]
And you're not going to go out telling everyone how awful these are, right?
["Not deadly" is something they can both hope for. Hawke had also been hiding in Thor, attempting to make some more or less acceptable cupcakes that wouldn't be completely fatal to anyone who ate them. Funny tasting, maybe. Coma inducing, perhaps. But not deadly.
Still, there was no way she is going to let anyone she knows taste these. Ever. In all eternity.]
As long as you don't tell anyone how mine might just taste distinctly horrible, I can agree to that.
Right. [ He looks down at his tray of cupcakes... Some have icing, but most are... shameful. Hawke gives the tray a look of disdain. ] How should we do this? At the same time?
If we both do it at the same time, we can tell which ones are inedible once one of us starts choking. [...eyeing the cupcakes again, though. Maker help them, why are most of these cupcakes slightly deformed and funky looking?] --that, or we could both choke and die. It could go either way.
I guess I'd rather die at my own side. [ Chuckling, he reaches over and takes one of hers, offering his tray at the same time. ]
[Well...she's reaching over and grabbing one of his. This is either going to be completely horrible or passable, there is no other option.] Very well. Should I count up to three in order to increase the sense of dramatic timing?
Deal. [ He braces himself. He had grabbed the most edible looking one... ] If I die, give my... our friends my regards.
And if we both die, then our ghosts can haunt them forever while they ask themselves: 'why did we let them eat those cupcakes?' [Bringing it up close to her mouth now. Even the most edible looking ones don't look that... appetizing.] One, two, three...
[ With a wince, Hawke takes a bite on 'three', squeezing his eyes shut and hoping he doesn't suddenly seize.
It's... something, alright. He manages to stutter out the only thing that can come to mind. ] --Uh.
[She's... just going to take a second here after swallowing to try and identify the flavor in her mouth properly, and to wait for some adverse reaction before eloquently blurting out:] Ah.
I'm, uh. Well. It's very... [ He stops. HE CAN'T TALK ANYMORE. THE TASTE IS JUST... It's very consuming, and he's attempting not to vomit. ]
Very... [She stops talking as well, bringing her hand up to her mouth and--] Urp.
[AND THERE GOES THE FEED before the horror of these cupcakes can resurface.]
( ooc: joint post! blue is bearded!hawke while purple is unbearded!Hawke. posting order is a hassle so don't worry about that either, also pretend this happened earlier during the cupcake war. )
He also wanted someone to test them, and he wasn't sure he wanted to feed it to his companions. If it was bad, he'd never hear the end of it. If it was good he wouldn't hear the end of it. Which is why he was hoping for just "not deadly". ]
And you're not going to go out telling everyone how awful these are, right?
["Not deadly" is something they can both hope for. Hawke had also been hiding in Thor, attempting to make some more or less acceptable cupcakes that wouldn't be completely fatal to anyone who ate them. Funny tasting, maybe. Coma inducing, perhaps. But not deadly.
Still, there was no way she is going to let anyone she knows taste these. Ever. In all eternity.]
As long as you don't tell anyone how mine might just taste distinctly horrible, I can agree to that.
Right. [ He looks down at his tray of cupcakes... Some have icing, but most are... shameful. Hawke gives the tray a look of disdain. ] How should we do this? At the same time?
If we both do it at the same time, we can tell which ones are inedible once one of us starts choking. [...eyeing the cupcakes again, though. Maker help them, why are most of these cupcakes slightly deformed and funky looking?] --that, or we could both choke and die. It could go either way.
I guess I'd rather die at my own side. [ Chuckling, he reaches over and takes one of hers, offering his tray at the same time. ]
[Well...she's reaching over and grabbing one of his. This is either going to be completely horrible or passable, there is no other option.] Very well. Should I count up to three in order to increase the sense of dramatic timing?
Deal. [ He braces himself. He had grabbed the most edible looking one... ] If I die, give my... our friends my regards.
And if we both die, then our ghosts can haunt them forever while they ask themselves: 'why did we let them eat those cupcakes?' [Bringing it up close to her mouth now. Even the most edible looking ones don't look that... appetizing.] One, two, three...
[ With a wince, Hawke takes a bite on 'three', squeezing his eyes shut and hoping he doesn't suddenly seize.
It's... something, alright. He manages to stutter out the only thing that can come to mind. ] --Uh.
[She's... just going to take a second here after swallowing to try and identify the flavor in her mouth properly, and to wait for some adverse reaction before eloquently blurting out:] Ah.
I'm, uh. Well. It's very... [ He stops. HE CAN'T TALK ANYMORE. THE TASTE IS JUST... It's very consuming, and he's attempting not to vomit. ]
Very... [She stops talking as well, bringing her hand up to her mouth and--] Urp.
[AND THERE GOES THE FEED before the horror of these cupcakes can resurface.]
( ooc: joint post! blue is bearded!hawke while purple is unbearded!Hawke. posting order is a hassle so don't worry about that either, also pretend this happened earlier during the cupcake war. )
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[ all right. he does. but he was a lonely apprentice in the circle with nothing else to do except talk to a cat. ]
...Was that a request?
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he really want to know how to knit.... ] If there's nothing else.
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[ translates to: never. again.
which translates to: if you really whine a lot he might. ]
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[ and it's obvious by now which of those two types he is.
the one without any luck to speak of. ]
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Willingly.
[ --and wondering, too. ]
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You don't really need it here, do you?
[ adfsgafgas he does not want to go down there
but he's wearing thin. ]
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there's absolutely no reason why he should be so different, so much better than everyone else.
and yet... he is. somehow. despite all odds, all actual possibility. ]
...I'll bring the yarn. Do you think you could find the needles?
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Yes, I can do that.
[ he's not sure if he's interested or horrified in knitting with anders, but it can't be so bad. . . . . . ]
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Only trouble is, it was so dark there, I only know how to knit now with my eyes closed.
[ it might sound like a poor excuse for a joke but it's not a joke, not really. his voice is a bit thin at the end of it. ]
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[ he's onto you, hawke. ]
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[ unless she's already dead, that seems to be perfectly okay. ]
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I didn't realize there was a line.
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