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☼: Cooking Headcanon
Fork: Favorite food of muse.
"Eh, I’m really not that picky about food. S’long as it’s cooked. That said, I get mangoes whenever they’re in season."
Wand: What the muse would do with magic (or without if muse is already blessed with it.)
"Fixing my arm would be a start. And then…psh, I dunno why anyone’d wanna use magic in combat — it takes all the fun out of things! Why would anyone wanna stand in the back tossing off artes when they could be right there. Artes — magic, whatever — way too impersonal.”
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“I’m sure we can manage,” Casey sighed, pulling Flynn back up and walking a short distance to what looked like a suitable camping spot.
With some slight difficulty, she managed to set up a small campsite. Fortune’s Market wasn’t able to supply them with barriers anymore, but at least they had a fire and more than just the ground to lay on while Casey worked some first aid.
“I’ve got some food as well,” she told them. “But it’s not enough for the three of us altogether. If I can, I’ll hunt before sundown, but I’ll work on your wounds some first.”
“I assume you’re starving by this point,” she said to Flynn before he could protest. “Trust me, it’ll do us all some good.”
And with that she set to work patching the two up—albeit one with much more care than the other. At least the arrow came loose without too much trouble. She suspected it’d take a lot more than what she could do to heal up that arm, though…
“We’ll wait for our opening, then we’ll flee,” Flynn muttered under his breath as Casey patched up his wounds, glancing furtively at Zagi every few seconds. “I hit him in the head earlier. He might still be reeling.”
Then he’d have her explain exactly why jeopardizing his heath and safety was worth it.
He knew that Zagi would know this is exactly what he was thinking, though. He would have to take care to plan his moment carefully. He’d rather they not have to fight their way out. He was still exhausted from the last bout they had, along with the… He’d hardly call it a walk.
He wanted to grumble, but Casey was right; he was starving. His stomach growled in protest before he could.
For a moment, it seemed, they were safe, and peaceful. He rested his head back in the grass, allowing his eyes to close. It was all ceremony; he would be getting no rest tonight.
Zagi remained grudgingly cooperative as Case patched up his wounds; if it would get the arrow out of his shoulder, he’d keep his peace for just as long as that little event took. He noticed, distantly, Casey offered nothing for his headache. The moment Casey finished, Zagi retreated to sit at the base of a trunk a few feet away, watching the two knights intently.
His headache lurked behind his eyes; dull, throbbing, but nothing he couldn’t handle — at least not when his shoulder was vying for all the attention. Zagi had no intention to so much as breath too suddenly for the next several minutes. Maybe longer. As long as he could without letting things get out of his control.
He figured this was the calm before the storm. The two were still murmuring to each other, and that couldn’t be good.
And who was to say Casey’s trip into the forest to get some extra dinner wasn’t the start of whatever mutiny they were probably plotting? And if he and Scifo were left alone again, who’s to say things would get, hmm, testy? Zagi was nothing if not ambitious, so he decided to bring up the matter. In a roundabout way, of course.
"Gonna leave us all by our lonesome?" Zagi called to Casey. "Stretch makes for some pretty awful company. At least you’re civilized. We’re patched up; we should just keep going. Sooner you see Yeager, sooner you can go home. With my blessings, even."
Zagi would be more than happy to never have to encounter them again, at this point. At least stretch was out of commission, lying what appeared to be half-conscious in the grass a few feet away.
“Pardon us for not being exactly thrilled,” Casey muttered. “This wasn’t exactly how I’d planned to spend my evening.” A patch of uneven ground caused the knight to stumble slightly, struggling to prevent the Commandant from falling onto his injuries. Mumbling apologies, she continued on their path.
“I’ve only been once.” Funny, she thought, that it was for the purpose of visiting the very same place. “It’s certainly different from Zaphias.”
Another stumble, another frustrated string of mutterings from the knight. “On second thought, getting over Ehmead Hill in this state is starting to sound like a bad idea…”
Flynn said nothing, barely hearing a word of the conversation. There was a painful ringing in his ears due to the pain he was suffering, and Zagi’s question had caused his mind to wander.
He’d been to Dahngrest before. To pull together by the skin of his teeth an alliance between the knights and the guilds. An alliance that was being taken advantage of by the assassin they were following. An alliance that was being spit upon by the shady dealings and rampant violence that he had been dragged into.
Casey’s stumbling snapped the Commandant out of his reverie. With a small cry, he slipped from her grip entirely, tumbling to the ground with which he had become so familiar.
“‘Beaten up’ wasn’t exactly how I’d wanted to spend my evening either, but I guess we can’t always get what we want.” Zagi figured himself a fairly flexible guy, but these two were sure pushing it.
Especially when the one with common sense wavered in her judgement.
"You serious, Case? You want to go camping?" While Zagi didn’t have qualms about sleeping in a pile of leaves, he had considerable qualms with being out in the open. The knights could make a break for it much more easily in the forest than an enclosed room at Capua Nor’s inn.
Zagi quietly crossed ‘sleeping’ off the agenda for the evening.
"Tch. Hope you’ve got some gear. Sitting out where all the monsters can get to us is gonna be real fun." Fighting off mosnters with a single good arm was unappealing. Having to be protected, or even worse rescued by one of the knights was just a step away from humiliating. Zagi shook his head, clicking his tongue.
"Y’know, Case, we oughta just —"
No sooner had Zagi begun his protest did stretch fall face down onto the ground with an almighty tumble and crash. And oh, did he crash; the clamor of knight armor smashing against the ground was jarring at best to Zagi’s headache.
"Way to keep a low profile," Zagi mumbled under his breath. "Alert the entire area to our presence, why don’tcha?" Zagi figured at this point, the chances of talking Casey out of her camping trip were slim to none. Great, just great.
"Hope you knights aren’t afraid of the dark. Or the monsters. Or the…nature and what not."
Long night indeed; the sun was barely beginning to set, and already the evening was shaping up to be an ordeal and a half.
6: Eating habits and sample daily menu
"I eat when I’m hungry. Whenever that happens to be. Nothin’ fancy either — I can’t cook much. Pointless to learn how to make a bunch of complicated dishes when something simple gets the job done. Food is food, as far as I’m concerned. If I’m in town, I’ll usually get something from a vendor. Easier that way."
19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
"Hell if I know. Usually I’m so tired I just pass straight out — I stay up a lot. Lots of my, er, client work requires flexible hours. It’s not unusual for me to have twenty-four-plus hour days."
42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
"Had a couple years of formal school when I was real little. Pretty pointless in my opinion; I skipped a lot. When I was about twelve, an assassin’s guild took me in. That’s when I really got to learn some interesting stuff.”
With Brave Vesperia’s ever growing success and popularity, it wasn’t very surprising that they were often one of the many topics of discussion at the meetings for the Five Master Guilds.
Even more so with the loss of the Blastia.
Even more so with the loss of the Blood Alliance.
The Five Master Guilds were better known as the Four now-a-days, and the idea of bringing a new guild into the fold was becoming more and more possible with each passing accomplishment of the fledgling guild in question.
The topic of discussion didn’t differ much from normal at this gathering of the guilds. Even with Harry attempting to fill the shoes his grandfather left for him, Kauffman would still often take charge and lead the meetings herself.
She could be such an annoying woman, but she kept the order and got the job done so he wasn’t about to argue; even more so when donning his current persona.
So he kept his head down, as he usually did when wearing this mask, and let her lead the way. The meeting was boring as usual, and the guilds struggled to maintain order, and Altosk failed to hold a backbone. Brave Vesperia was tossed around a few times, while some guild remained indifferent, other’s shot the idea down, and some supported the idea of a new member.
The main problem as usual was what to do about the lacking of the blastia, and it always lead to the same answer.
What was there to do?
Not even the leader of the guild that was in charge of such a thing had come up with a solution yet.
Not that he wasn’t working on one.
The Meeting came to an end, and with the newly granted freedom from his duties, he made his way back out into the streets of Dahngrest. He kept his head down, and his hands twisted together in a laced fashion of lacking self esteem. Posture hunched over as per usual, the archaeologist kept to himself - as to not draw attention.
That was the joy of this guise, the ability to slip between the cracks unnoticed.
He turned his head at the sound of a crashing sound in the marketplace, only to stumble backwards when he ran into someone.
“I-I’m s-s-s-sorry.” He stammered out upon instinct, not even taking the time to see who he’d bummed into.
It wasn’t Zagi’s fault the general public had a healthy fear of Leviathan’s Claw and all it associates. And himself. Mostly himself.
But man, was it aggravating when all he’d wanted was some dinner from the marketplace’s main square and instead he got panic. Half the stands began closing up the second he walked into the vicinity and made it clear he was looking for something. The other half dropped what they were doing — literally — and tried and failed to act natural.
"Would you calm down? I just want a discount on my baguette, is that so much to ask?" Zagi, hands on hips, raised a brow at a cowering baker. Said baker had all but leapt into his own basket of goods, and wouldn’t so much as offer Zagi a fleeting glance. The baker kept opening his mouth and failing to emit anything remotely resembling human speech.
"Fine! All right, I get it, bad economy!" Zagi slammed some gald onto the table. The baker all but threw the bread to him. Zagi gave the stand a kick as he retreated, shoving his hand into the paper bag and tearing off a chunk of bread.
He’d taken all of five steps when someone had the gall to walk into him.
"Are you kidding me." Zagi ignored the near-incoherent stammerings of the man before him. "Does anyone in this damn town have manners anymore?" Zagi snorted. Who was he kidding; this was Dahngrest.
He was about to shove past the guy on his merry way, but something made him pause. Though the guy was hunched over, he was tall. That wasn’t weird; plenty of people were tall. But Zagi was decent at picking up on small weird details and…he was getting a strange vibe from this guy.
"All right, who the hell are you and why are you in my way?" Zagi said, tearing off another chunk of bread and stuffing it into his mouth.
“I… I see,” the knight mumbled. Already a new wave of unsavory images were flooding her mind. This made no sense to her at all.
And yet, despite having done some research into the guild after returning to the Capital… it was all beginning to fall into place.
A secluded manor that was enough of a trek from the guild city to be inconvenient, and well-concealed enough to go unnoticed altogether. And despite the recent fall of the Blood Alliance…
It all clicked together just too well.
Getting an uncooperative commandant to walk along with her was proving to be a challenge. But with Zagi steadily increasing the distance between them, it gave her some time to speak to him out of earshot.
“At least cooperate until we hit Capua Nor,” she whispered. “I’ll make sure you’re able to flee if things get bad. I… I’ll explain when I can.”
Years ago she was his equal in combat. That on its own was a comfort; if it were just a matter of defending him from Yeager, that is. But they were walking into his territory.
She trusted him. But with each passing second new waves of doubt shook her, and fleeing was beginning to look like the better option.
“… There’s two of us and one of him. If it comes down to it, I’ll keep him busy while you flee. But we need to get you in a state to do so first.”
Reluctantly, Flynn stumbled along behind Zagi, a pain stabbing into his leg every time he moved. He had to lean on Casey often to move forward at all, grumbling as he did. He could have voiced his discomfort, but he wasn’t about to wound his pride further.
“I have no intention of going to Dahngrest,” he muttered firmly. If the word got out that he willingly gave in to a man who kidnapped him, he’d be the biggest laughingstock a Commandant could possibly be.
Plus, he was pissed. “We’ll flee the moment we can. Is that clear?”
Casey and stretch were lagging. That was to be expected, Zagi supposed, but with the way they whispered to each other behind his back…that wasn’t ideal. Zagi was a good listener when he needed to be, but they were just too far behind. Slowing his pace marginally, he began to close the distance between them all. If stretch hadn’t been leaning, he would have placed himself straight between the two. As it was, he settled for sidling up right next to Casey, because as established, she was the more sensible of the knights.
If they stopped talking about the important things when he came along, then fine; better to stop them completely if he had the option.
"Secrets don’t make friends," Zagi said, tilting his head and grinning at Casey. The grin was harder to pull up than it should have been. Zagi supposed he could chalk that up to the pain in his shoulder and the mild head trauma. He could still walk a straight line, at least.
"You two having fun back here? Ah, who am I kidding; you Imperials don’t know the meaning of fun. You’ll get along swimmingly with Boss. That’s probably why he wanted to talk to ya, stretch; he’s out of guildsmen to bore with political talk. Expanding horizons, right?”
Stretch remained unamused. He and his ruffled feathers simply dragged themselves along, clinging to Casey. Zagi remained undeterred. He looked past Casey, gaze boring into Scifo. Even if Scifo wouldn’t look at him.
"Lighten up. Geez. You’d think we were walking you to the gallows." Zagi shook his head, refocusing ahead. "You even been to Dahngrest before?"
Pulling the commandant to his feet, Casey checked to ensure he hadn’t injured himself further before speaking.
“I’m sorry, sir. But this concerns me, I want answers.”
When she turned back to address Zagi, her fearful expression had vanished, but despite that she still looked a little… queasy.
“I’m only hoping he’ll trust me on this,” she told him. “I trust whatever your employer wants—” here she paused for just a little bit too long, “that this can be resolved peacefully.”
She considered offering a hand, but she was still slightly doubtful that he was less inclined to chop it off than shake it. In the end she decided against it.
“My name is Casey. I suppose you’d prefer I address you as something other than ‘assassin?’”
The look that Flynn gave the other knight could have frozen the deepest pits of hell.
The Commandant had just fought the assassin tooth and nail in an attempt to escape on his own. His body burned enough to prove that point. He had scrapped despite his own injuries, so he could get home.
And with the ability to leave inches away from him, his most trusted knight was giving his kidnapper what he wanted.
It took a lot to bring Flynn to real anger. But cold rage was plain in his eyes.
He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.
Zagi crossed his arms and watched lady knight — Casey — haul Scifo to his feet. Zagi’s lips quirked upwards; Scifo had enough height on Casey to make the whole thing look difficult enough. And, to his dismay, Casey had no idea who he was. Damn. Boss had gotten those wanted posters down fast.
His fingers tapped out a rhythm against his arm; at least one of the two knights possessed common sense.
Although ‘polite’ was something Zagi had limited experience with, so it was with a touch of uncertainly that he offered his name in a fashion that was downright lackluster compared to his usual methods of operation.
"Yeah. Call me Zagi," he said. He paused, gaze narrowing as he tried to figure out what in the heck had Casey hung up. What, did Yeager have his own wanted posters somewhere? Boss could be scary enough, Zagi supposed, but low profile was more Yeager’s thing.
Barely biting back a snort, he addressed Casey’s mood swing. “What’s with the look, Case? Yeager puts on the manners for guests. Might give stretch an easy time of it too, even though he did rough me up.” Zagi would probably get hell for roughing up Scifo but that was a can of worms Zagi was wholly unprepared to open.
And Scifo. Freaking heavens above.
"Things’re gonna get dull real fast if you keep that up, stretch. Your face might stick." Zagi took a few steps forward, casting a glance back at the pair of knights. "Time’s wasting. Let’s get to town before morning — if stretch here will deign to cooperate."
Half of him was waiting for Casey to give Scifo a good old-fashioned punch to the gut. The other half of him wanted to call first dibs on medical aide.
He did neither, but set the walking pace and hoped Casey would keep up.