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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 19th July 2019, 8:38 am




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    The morning didn't feel all that cool, but it wouldn't remain this way. The weather would be sweltering later on, but this wasn't exactly the most shocking news in the world. It was summer, a time where the heat was supposed to be in the weather. It didn't help that Haraka had never been good with warm weather in the first place, being so well adapted to freezing temperatures. The west fiore trading company member had woken very early, the normal start of his day. This lead to showering, including the deep cleaning and brushing of their long ink black hair. This was of course followed by drying off and getting dressed. Breakfast was made, along with food that would make work easier. Hunger wasn't a laughing matter for a person that's demon side became more active and aggressive just by the sensation coming near. It is for that reason that the man had never fully experienced hunger, a fear of the promised consequences. With how unbearable it felt to be near hunger, it would be impossible to remain stable. This way why the food for break time and after work stuffed in the mans bag were foods that could be handled without plates or silverware. Breakfast consisted of himself and William eating. The young clam wasn't feeling well, which made sense. It was the babies first summer, so of course they weren't automatically going to be the best in handling the heat. Autumn would be kinder to both of them, but he would need to make clothing for the little child in preparation for cold weather. Until then, they both ate breakfast. The babysitter arrived as the elder Omaras finished washing the dishes. With that settled he went to work at the nearby hospital.

    There was a certain amount of repetition within the randomness that gave comfort. It made an every changing life feel more stable and secure. This was important for a certain someone who lived thousands of years with little change to their routine. So off the young looking man went to work after making sure his bag was full, making sure everything would be okay, then saying goodbye to William. The hospital wasn't especially busy during his shift, or maybe it just didn't feel that way? There was no emergency and no rush. His shift ending during the hottest time of the day during summer left for briefly feeling engulfed within heated weather. Haraka wanted to escape, but none of the food items or drink he packed would be cold enough to pull that off. The well sized bag hadn't exactly been sitting in a freezer when he had been working. This was how the pale ice blue skinned person ended up wondering on the docks and sucking in steamed buns stuffed with corn, squash, beans, cheese, chives, garlic, tomatoes, lettuce, and peppers. It tasted a bit like a meatless taco in a bun, only juicy. The bread rolls themselves that had this filling had been baked, having many thin, crisp buttery layers before the filling. The brea d wasn't thick, but it was thick enough to hold everything in. There was more food in the giant white bag that hung over one shoulder, but for now this was what he was eating. One by one he chatted with different merchants, catching up on a few day to day things. It might not make sense to a stranger why someone without wealth had so many connections, or why some merchants had to practically stuff items in his bag to accept invitations to events, food items, and drinks.

    The food items weren't the cheapest, some weren't even officially released to the public yet, along with the drinks. The invitations were to social events that could help someone who was looking for connections to be able to make many of them. Many people would fight for these sort of items, he was talked into accepting them as they were forcefully shoved into his bag. To Haraka and the merchants it was a family like friendship, but such a connection wasn't well known, nor public. This didn't change ho easy it was to tell Omaras had many connections, even if he wasn't someone who stood out all that well. The doctor dressed well, but he was also in his guild uniform. He stopped snacking after catching up, the dreary minded mans long talons tapping against an ice cold melon drink that had been shoved into his bag minutes before by one of the merchant friends of his. The tapping continued a bit, before it was lifted from within the bag. Instead of drinking it, the half demon slid it behind his neck to help his body cool down. There was a sigh of relief that escaped him.
    "It's strange to think how many of them remember I fair badly in this sort of weather." It was nice.



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    Post by Shadowofaformerself on 21st July 2019, 9:03 am



    It was decently cool in the room that Tomura slept in and called his own. Then again, his body temperature was slightly cooler than the average person- it was one of the many perks of his frozen heart magic, which kind of transformed him into an iceman. However, even his naturally colder body wouldn't completely save him from the blazing heat of the summer sun. As a new member of the West Fiorie Trading company, Tomura decided to wake up early and started his day. Tomura first manner of business was to place on his workout clothes and work out in the gym- for about thirty minutes to an honor, which would then be followed by a shower. When he was done with the shower, Tomura would then dry off and place on his uniform or work outfit. Today, Tomura wore a white suit, with an arctic blue button-up shirt, alongside a white tie, and a pair of black combat boots. He completed his outfit by wearing a long white overcoat, with a fur collar, over his shoulders. When he was dressed, Tomura would brush his teeth and make his to the mess hall to find something to eat. Not really liking breakfast foods or meat first thing in the morning, Tomura decided to be a bit unhealthy and have a nice bowl of vanilla-flavored ice-cream, when he was done, he brushed his teeth again.  With his morning retinue done and over with, Tomura was free to do whatever he wanted. Well, that was almost true, as a new member of the West Fiorie Trading company there was sure to be work. He firmly believed that he wouldn’t be much help, at least at this moment in time. Tomura hated to admit that he wasn’t as powerful as some of the other guild members, and well from that small observation, Tomura noticed two things that he needed to do. First, he needed to become strong, which could easily be done with more training. Secondly, he needed to make more connections around the guild, which could be done by being more sociable.

    A great way to solve both problems would be by finding a mentor, someone who he could learn from and become stronger, while at the same time forming connections with. It would be even better if this mentor had a lot of connections that Tomura could potentially 'inherit'. The question that Tomura had to ask himself was, who would want to mentor him. The best way to discover a mentor, or so Tomura thought, would simply be by exploring and observing the area. He started by getting more acquainted with the guildhall and chatted with some of the receptionist. Tomura asked them about the area, any interesting locations to checkout, and then ended the conversation with a ‘thank you’.  He found the conversation with the receptionist to be rather basic and boring, but it was a start at making connections with people in the guild. The guilds reputation was one of the main reasons why he joined the Company, their status as a business intrigued Tomura. Other guilds seemed to be too informal, strict or hypocritical for Tomura's taste- that and he couldn't see himself agreeing with their goals and aspirations. The West Fiore Trading Company was a guild that Tomura could get behind, from what Tomura could tell they weren't radical in their beliefs, unlike the legal or dark guilds. As he went outside, Tomura immediately felt the blazing sun beat down on his pale skin. He cursed the summer heat, which caused him to break out in a cold sweat and made his way to the market. Despite the blistering heat, Tomura realized that making connections with the merchants would be very useful. Merchant were people with goods and money- two things that could benefit Tomura. While he was attempting to make connections with the merchants, Tomura couldn’t help but notice a pale man speaking fondly with the merchants and being handed free stuff. This man was essentially what Tomura wanted to become, and after further observation, he noticed that they were in the same guild.

    Wiping the sweat off his forehead a smirk formed across Tomura’s handsome face. If he could convince this man to become his mentor, then he could potentially adopt his connections. Tomura decided to take a leap of faith and follow this man to the docks, which could have been an unwise decision, but he was itching to learn who this person was. It was obvious that this man held many connections within Tolgalen and if this stranger could train him, well that should get him far into the guild. Tomura followed the stranger and realized that he was completely human. After watching him for a while, Tomura decided to initiate conversation. As the stranger was cooling himself off by sliding a cold melon on the back of his neck, Tomura approached him. 
    “I am glad to see that I am not the only one suffering in this horrible heat” He paused for a moment, “Did you steal that stuff?”

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 23rd July 2019, 1:06 pm




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    The doctors eyes moved to look at the new stranger that spoke his way. They looked to be part of the same guild, the uniform being a head give away. At least an accusation of stealing was better than threatening ones life. The mixed blood had heard far worse accusations aimed in his direction for less reasons. At least this likely wasn't just related to him being part demon. Large and very stuffed bags could look suspicious for a non merchant to carry near the docks. This is why the pale ice blue skinned person didn't feel the least bothered. He gave a gentle smile. The youth probably just didn't know better, that was alright. "Don't ask thieves if they've stolen something unless you want immediate trouble, I would already be gone if I was one." Each word was spoken gently with a soft and smooth voice. It could end up as a good distraction from the summer heat to teach them a bit of the basics when it came to watching out. The young looking man kept the cold drink behind his neck, feeling as calm as ever. "The best thieves also typically either move fast enough from the crime to not be suspected, or dress in ways that allow them to blend in. People who stand out more, like myself actually have to behave extra well in public because we can't blend in with any crowds." His mind finished what the man dare not say out loud. There was at no point during talking that he got upset, there was no need to. Hopefully the young man learned something new. His hand that wasn't busy reached into his bag, pulling more of the crispy bread snack. Sharp teeth easily chewed on the small foods tossed within. Would he eat all of them before moving on to the next thing? Maybe, maybe not.

    Would he tell a complete stranger everything in his bag? He could, but no. Draconian demonic blended teeth tended to not find salsa like stuffed snacks much of a challenge.
    "This isn't the worse weather in the world, just peak summer weather. For this reason I wouldn't call the heat that bad, let alone horrible. It does have a bad affect on me, but I'm a mix of things that existed in far colder weather." This wasn't the hottest that summer could get, nor was it unusual for the time of year this was. Still, the idea of leaving the docks or a more secluded area sounded nice. This person may have been a stranger, but they were still. a fellow guild member. If he remained around here too much longer, he might end up with even more gifts of concern. Why did it even have to be this way? The man sighed at the thought."My names Haraka Omaras, would you like to get away from the docks and get to know each other a bit? There's plenty of quiet and secluded places near by where I can make a lot of good food very quick. I promise some of it will be cold, including drinks." There we go, this seemed like a fine idea. It could be a nice way to get to know someone not yet known to him. Maybe they could go to his home after eating a little bit and he could check on William. The man trusted the babysitter, but it was the first time the clam had ever been sick. Still, the sitter might get upset if he just rushed over right after work. Making full food and not just eating snack food sounded good, so did company and conversation.



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    Post by Shadowofaformerself on 24th July 2019, 9:56 am



    The ice mage stared down onto the stranger with a gentle smile and an emotionless gaze. The stranger was right about thieves, however, Tomura didn’t believe that the other man was a thief. No, Tomura accused him in order to directly address his relationship with the merchants. That and he was testing the stranger’s temper and getting a feel for his personality. The stranger seemed to be a patient and decent man, at least those are the vibes that Tomura got from his smile. “Your right, accusing a thief of being a thief would start conflict and seeing that you are still here, you must not be a thief” Tomura nodded his head in agreement and stuck his hands into his pant’s pocket, and took a long deep breath. The moisture in his breath was condensed into tiny droplets of water, and it appeared as a misty cloud. “I guess I should apologize then, for accusing you of something that you are not. Yes?”  he honestly didn’t like how this stranger was teaching him about the nature of thieves. When he was younger, he had a grown-up in the slums of a bad town, where everyone was poor. He knew how thieves acted; he didn’t need to be educated on the nature of thieves. However, Tomura didn’t allow his annoyances to get the best of him and he remained calm without his frustration. “Sometimes people start conversations with an accusation, to get an understanding of someone’s nature and temper.” It was now time for Tomura to teach the stranger about social manipulation. “If I truly thought of you as a thief, would I have wasted my time with words? I would have simply frozen you and got it done and over with” he pointed out and continue his gentle smile, he yawned and wave the conversation aside. 

    Tomura decided that he would move onto the other conversation at hand, he shifted his gaze onto the sea and the horizon. “Summer is without a doubt the worst time of the year, at least for me.” He paused for a moment and cast a curious gaze onto the stranger. It was obvious that this mysterious man was not human, you didn’t have to be a super genius to understand that. Tomura wondered what the stranger meant by ‘being a mix of things that existed in far cold weather’ What exactly was he? That would be a question Tomura would ask later when he has gotten to know the stranger better. Until then it would be utterly rude to ask him what he was exactly, and Tomura would never sink himself to such levels. “Like you, I prefer the cold temperatures, then again, my body is naturally colder than most people, seeing that I can transform my body into ice at will. I guess you can call me an ‘iceman’.” He said thoughtfully and casually shrugged his shoulders. Tomura was quietly surprised that the stranger, known as Haraka, had offered him some food and a chance to get to know one another. “My name is Tomura Momochi, it is nice to meet you Haraka Omaras, very well a cool place sounds nice. Where and what do you have in mind?” Tomura asked softly, he wasn’t really worried about this safety. Mostly, because they were part of the same guild and he doubted any guild members would harm one another. Then again he could be wrong, but whatever the case, Tomura was willing to take the risk. He offered Haraka a hand, to help him get up. “After you, sir” 


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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 27th July 2019, 6:10 pm




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    Haraka shook his head gently. So far it seemed like the youth was a bit brash, but he could be wrong. The mixed blood wasn't really the type to rush and jump towards assumptions, nor act on them. It was easy to get used to things normally turning out certain ways, or certain types of personalities. He didn't want to be that way, for he felt that it was those sorts of people that had the hardest times changing with the times. In any case that sounded less like an apology and more of that this person knew he should apologize before saying a reason for doing it. Was this attitude? Might be an age issue. Omaras had a tendency to sound his age without actually looking it. This can bother a few people for a number of reasons. Honestly some would still be bothered even if they were fully aware of his age. Not everyone wants to listen to a boring plain old man ramble on about things that the youthful don't always find all that useful. At least the doctor was self aware? It meant he was less likely to get bothered when someone started fussing, though it wasn't impossible to bother him. Yona was probably a good way to test how easily it was to get on someones nerves, unless she doesn't do things like that anymore? Times really do change. Honestly though, a big reason why the young looking man wasn't phased was due in part to just not taking the person all that serious. There was just no reason to take this young man all that seriously yet. "I'm not sure starting with an accusations a good way to judge others. It doesn't tell you why someone reacts a certain way towards an accusation, only that it happened. The reaction could reflect their present or past. It can be very difficult to change your reaction towards certain situations once it's deeply ingrained through daily routine, training, or torture."

    All of this was spoken with the same calm and gentle voice in the soft and quiet tones. Yes, how one reacted towards situations wasn't entirely due to personality, nature, or temper. Sometimes it reflected how the outside world had warped their views into a person that didn't feel, think, see, or otherwise believe in the same way. Life never cared what you think or feel and there were certainly no shortage of people ready to stamp their views onto others. Not agreeing with the concept of people having to go through certain things didn't stop or change anything though. Even if the half dragon did his best for as long as the west fiore trading company remained in existence it still wouldn't be enough to stop those things from happening all together. It was a nice feeling to do good, but there was no delusion of being a wondrous world changing hero here. The freezing comment was slightly disturbing to the mixed blood, but he had met far too many people who would react dismissively or negatively towards questioning something that could be seen as a moral issue. It might be better to finish explaining what he was saying before. What was a good way of explaining how things tended to be deeper and more complicated than a simple top layer? The answer to that was as simple as sweets, like the grape drink being used to cool the neck. To those who didn't understand his relationship with the merchants, he likely wouldn't be seen as being expected to do anything in return. Yes, this might be an example that was simple enough to work.

    A pale ice blue skinned hand moved the refreshing cool object from behind the neck, holding it out enough to be visible. It was time to start moving too.
    "An example of that would be something like this drink." But it might not be good to explain this in front of the merchants. This was something that wasn't meant to be spoken of on  the docks where anyone might hear. You don't reveal trade secrets to anyone and everyone out in the open, if you do that than others would definitely loose their respect for you. He sighed at the annoying thought before tucking the drink away in his large bag, closing the large object up after. "I will explain the rest once we get somewhere else. Somewhere with trees and few people should be a good place. What I make will be a bit of a surprise, just know that it will involve cold foods and drinks coupled with many textures and flavors." There was more walking, the want to talk in an area where he can be more open without suffering any consequences. He was sure some of the merchants might have already got the wrong idea, maybe even assuming he had taken on a student for once in his life. It might seem that way since it was likely clear to the experienced that he was going to teach a few trade tips once away from the hustle and bustle of things. "Everyone has their own thoughts and feelings. My uncle taught me that every season was equally important, even ones we might not find pleasant. The cycles of seasons help animals grow and change through the generations.

    Generations get to change because of both new life and new death. I personally find that a beautiful thought, so I can never bring myself to think or speak ill of a season." But he was also a strange person whos uncle figure in question was a wind spirit that was one of deaths breaths. A spirit that held no gender or name that didn't care what they were called was, nor what was used to address them. Most people didn't have a close relationship to spirits, let alone the type that were typically viewed as forbidden and dangerous. He was raised by three spirits after his parents died. Haraka would love to pretend that it didn't affect him, but that would be a complete lie. "May I ask how you ended up capable of turning into ice? If it's alright."



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    Post by Shadowofaformerself on 25th January 2020, 10:30 am



    Tomura had no doubt ruined his first impression with Haraka, and for that he was somewhat disappointed in himself, he had assumed that his manipulation tactics would get him answers. While his manipulation tactic did get him some answers, it came at the cost of surrounding incredibly rude. Rudeness was particularly ugly to him, due to the fact, that he was raised in a household where respect was a virtue. His mother would often punish him by backing handing him if he was being to rude to her or another person, but that of course, was behind closed doors, in public she would’ve just yelled at him. Haraka seemed to be a bit wiser and more mature than what he looked. Tomura was a little surprised that the stranger did not yell at him and act irrationally when he was accused of being a thief, the ice mage completely expected Haraka to act irrationally and lash out at him simply because he looked younger. Though, he must admit that Haraka’s maturity was somewhat refreshing and pleasurable. Tomura had always been someone who valued maturity, manners, and common sense more than anything. When he was younger, he did not get along with other kids his age, and that was mainly because he was much more mature than them. Tomura literally had to act like an actor in a play to appear social and normal to his teachers and other adults. “I guess what I was trying to do was check your temperament, and seeing that you did not lash out at me I suppose that I am safe that my misjudgment did not backfire? Or else you would have clocked me out by now. But nonetheless, the introduction was a rude and I suppose or well more accurately I know that I should apologize to you. But I must point out that if my accusation did trigger some sort of dark and unforgiven memory, it would have given me insight to the persons stability. Regardless of if it was traumatic or not, it still plays into the persons stability.”

    It was impressive that Haraka spoke to him with a similar calmness to that of his own demeanor. He still quietly disagreed with what Haraka had to say about how people reacted wasn’t entirely due to personality, and that it was sometimes a reflection of how the world treated them. However, what Tomura thought Haraka neglected to see was that your personality was shaped by a combination of both someone’s biological nature and the outside world. It matters not if the event was traumatic or their past was horrible, it still was a part of who they were, it still shaped their personality. For instance, Tomura values respect and manners, two values that was instilled in him at a young age. If his family was not to place such importance on respect and manners, then Tomura would not have valued those traits so much. His home environment shaped his personality. Granted, valuing respect and manners could not sum up Tomura’s entire personality, however, it was a major aspect of who he was and could give insights to his personality. But Tomura did not feel like explaining his reasons any further, and therefore he decided to let the conversation die, mostly due to apathy and curiosity as to what would come. Such as moving to a place that would be much cooler, which would also allow him to get to know the other a little more.

    An eyebrow was raised when Haraka reveled a refreshing cool object from behind his neck and held it out enough so that it could be visible. He was confused as to what Haraka meant by ‘an example of that would be something like this drink’, and Tomura held a confusion expression to match what he didn’t understand. “I am afraid that I do not follow what you mean by that Haraka.” He would comment and examine the object that Haraka had in his hand to the best of his ability. Though something told Tomura that the other male wanted to get on the move, and that he would explain everything once they get into a more private and secure area, which was understandable. Speaking about sensitive or potentially sensitive information in public was not the smartest of ideas.  “Of course, speaking about sensitive information would be illogical wouldn’t you agree? Or am I mistaking your intentions?” he questioned. “This should be interesting; I look forward to seeing what surprise you are fixing to conjure, but please lead the way." Tomura would move out of Haraka’s way so that he could lead to wherever he wanted to go. Honestly, it was probably stupid that he was following a random stranger, but he reasoned that being in the same guild would offer them some room for trust. “It does not take mystical nonsense to understand that each season has their purpose within the world, please forgive me if that sounded harsher than intended. But your uncle is right about the seasons having their own purpose, and a disruption in those seasons can cause catastrophic problems.” 

    “From one person to another, I guess the view is different.” Tomura would state waving the comment about the seasons aside with apathy and carelessness. For the most part, Tomura could care less about the mystical aspect of things, and only how much things were useful to him. Unfortunately, that caused him to be blind by unseen forces such as a fate and destiny and other things that toyed with mortals. He paused for a moment when Haraka spoke about his ice magic, Tomura shrugged softly. “I don’t know to be honest, I had this ability as far as I can remember.” 

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 29th January 2020, 12:58 am




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    The mixed blood shook his head a bit. Clock them? The very idea of going to such a violent 'solution' so quickly seemed almost ridiculous. It was enough to cause the man to shake their head a bit, but also smile. There really was some signs of youth and life in them after all, it was almost a little relieving. This person spoke of so many scenarios, it just didn't feel like something a normal person would do. It was typically caused by either paranoia, or someone trying to figure out how to navigate a situation in a way that they have an excuse or two if they stuff their feet in their own mouth. The youth seemed more likely to be the second, but Haraka didn't really act on such thoughts quite yet. The ice pale blue skinned person let out a drawn out sigh before shaking their head a little bit. "Short instances show only small pieces of a persons heart. Thinking so narrowly will only give you a view inside yourself." There was more that could be said, but there was no real want to do so at this time. It was too hot out today to get into the mood for anything like that. The mixed blood just wanted to quietly deal with the heat of the day and get through a day of work in one piece. "My instability causes me to avoid attacking people unless I must, even while surrounded by those trying to provoke it." Or perhaps it was especially if people were trying to provoke it? So long as no fists were flung, it was instability that caused him personally to avoid confrontation. It wouldn't make sense if it caused any other sort of reaction in Omaras case. It was connected to an uncounted amount of times where smiles and a soft voice equaled safety.

    The half demon wouldn't pretend that the world was a nice and gentle place where every 'hero' could do no wrong. Often the truth behind those figures was far more grey, or had a path that was only seen as good due to the current ages standards of morality. What do you do when it's dictated that you should die? That someones blood or family meant a certain amount of doom or dark fate. Haraka responded to the world like a coward, learning to gain a mind flexible in the ways of non violence and non magic use. This was because he used to not have magic, and throughout most of his life the damage to his soul had been so severe that even the majority of vitally important reflexes and instincts useful for battle were gone. They existed NOW, but the west fiore trading company members soul was in a better state now. It wasn't caused by a new invention, nor even someone that knew more about treatments concerning the soul. This was something that had been triggered by a realization that the man needed to defy his late mothers wishes. Sometimes it was better to not just accept your fate and make the best of it. The emotional instability caused by missing so many emotions had almost caused him to carry someone to their death. There were other minor factors, but that had been the main one. Before joining this guild and becoming a more complete person? None violent methods of survival were just the only option. It was one of the reasons he hadn't immediately reacted with violence on his first job with Johann. It was also why the man had needed to learn to use all his training in actual combative situations.

    The doctor had needed to learn to accept help, that not running also meant not just blindly accepting others violence towards his person. These were some of the first things worked on when joining the guild. It had been Johann that had taught him that it wasn't just a crazy idea from wind to join the guild. When a group of low level demons had wanted to end Haraka in that first job? it had been that person whop had ended the majority of them. It had been strange to quickly be tossed in a world of people that he could trust with his life. While the man had grown and changed a lot since joining the guild, it was undeniable to the man that avoiding violence was part of an unstable part of them self. It was a good trait, but the reasons behind it's existence were less than savory. Thousands of years had been spent mixing drinks and cooking meals with a sweetened voice and gentle smile. One could call all these things weapons of the mind meant to protect the body. Well, the origins were from instability so this was all close enough to truth. Ah, sensitive information? Did it count as that? The walking had brought the two out of the docks and away from the merchants. The steps didn't stop for a few minutes. He passed the buildings nearby, walking closer and closer towards the nearby wilderness. Steps didn't stop until they were a good distance from the hustle and bustle of the streets. It was then that the man opened his large bag up. It was a pain to move the free samples out of the way, but soon enough he managed to pull items out of the white bag. The glass table had a design in its glass that looked akin to a wild poppy field painted with watercolors inside the glass itself.

    Of course it wasn't actually water colors, but it was quite a nice effect. The table was sturdy, despite being made entirely of glass. It wasn't a typical sort of glass, one of the clues being all the small bubbles in it. The next items that came from the bag were short but slightly wide metal cylinders. It was what he would use as a heater, the bottom being only far enough from the surface it was set on to not burn what it was placed on. He took out some cylinder shaped items made of oils and fats, the fuel for the metal cylinders. The design was old, so easy to use. He placed four metal cylinders down in total before filling one with fuel. A pot was placed on top as soon as the fuel was lit. A white root like vegetable was created by the mixed blood as they reached into the bag again. A grater was quickly taken out and used. it was grated into the pot until a pile of shavings had grown a small bit. After that he took a mortar and pestle from the large bag, creating rice after. He started grinding it as soon as it was made. But something more important than cooking or making rice flour for a recipe? Was explaining things.
    "The drinks and snacks I was handed by merchants are samples. It's handed over with the expectation that I will taste it seriously and write them notes on things that could be improved, along with suggestions as to how. It can be a lot of work, but getting very good at it can help in building connections in business. It shows them you're an authority that can be depended on."

    It wasn't really a secret, nor did it feel like sensitive information. Still, it felt a bit like speaking an unspoken rule out loud. It wasn't something to take lightly. Mythical nonsense? Why do so many youths mistake the way elders spoke for supernatural beliefs? Or maybe it was just the young man talking strangely. "I'm guessing you don't know much about nature if you compare listening to details on it with mythology."



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    Post by Shadowofaformerself on 15th February 2020, 2:17 pm



    Tomura was honestly used to people acting out with either physical or emotional violence. In the area that he grew up, violence with the solution to nearly every interaction and problem. Those who could not defend themselves were deemed weak and pathetic, and they were trampled and stomped on like rodents or lions amidst a field of rampaging water buffalo. Power, power was everything. Without power you were no better than a common bug that one my come across while outside. Tomura’s father made sure that he understood the importance of power within their society, and his father made sure that Tomura understood who possessed all the power within his household. Any form of competition was swiftly dealt with, even simple gestures of kindness were put down in favor for aggression. To him, short instances told him everything that he needed to know about a person and their temperament. From that instance with Haraka he learned that the other male was calm and collected, not prone to anger, as it would seem. For now, that was the only thing he needed to know, at least at this moment in time. More information would be gathered later down the line, patients bestows benefits. “In some situations, short instances combine with short interactions, are all that one really needs.” He folded his arms over his chest and cocked an eyebrow at the other’s comment. “Are you sure that its instability?” he smiled softly and shook his head. “You know yourself better than anyone, forgive me, I should not have question that fact when asking that question.” He apologized and dipped his head in respect. “When people catch my attention and interest, I must admit that I have a bad habit of getting too excited and forgoing all pleasantries needed within a decent society of manners and gentlemen.” His parents would no doubt be disappointed out his behavior when speaking to this new person. Oh well, their opinion did not matter to him anymore, they were no longer in the picture.

    Tomura was honestly apathetic towards the concepts such as honor and morality, they were beneath him and prevented taking necessary actions to achieve success. In his controversial opinion, there was no such thing as good and right, but there was certainly evil in the world. But even then, thing that were considered evil could be justified in certain situations. But he believed that there were some acts which could be inherently evil and could not be justified no matter how hard one would try. Now, what is good is too subjective to be real, or well that is at least how Tomura saw it. Usually, in his experience at least, every good action was born out of a selfish desire, either consciously or unconsciously. Furthermore, what is good could be evil to others, heh, the irony. Instead of believing in good and evil or right and wrong, Tomura liked to believe in what is justifiable and evil or what is grey and evil. Or as his father would say, there is no good or evil, only power and those too weak to seek it. But he was unlike his father in many different ways. For one, Tomura understood that there was power in connections, whereas, his father was to prideful to seek the aid of others. Tomura recognized that his power was not absolute, and that there were somethings that he simply could not do. Therefore, it was his priority to not only grow and expand in personal power, but also through connections with other people, and Tomura would start with Haraka. Haraka was his first target, to befriend him, that was his main goal at this moment in time.  

    Tomura followed his new acquaintance out of the docks and away from the merchants, away from the bustle of the city, and near the quietness of the wilderness. They suddenly stopped, and Haraka opened up that large bag of his and started to pull stuff out of it. Curious Tomura thought to himself. Haraka had set a glass table with what looks like a wild poppy field painted into it. Haraka then took out some metal cylinders, alongside some oils and fats, and fuel- it was then that Tomura realized that Haraka was fixing to cook them a meal. Tomura took a seat down onto the ground and folded his legs over one another in the crisscross apple sauce manner, he was tempted to interrupt Haraka and deny any food. But interrupting someone who is cooking would be rude and denying food from someone else with a reason is even more rude. Therefore, Tomura decided to simply sit down quietly and watched the young male intently. Then the other male started to explain himself and the reason why the merchants gave him those food. Haraka explained that the snacks and drinks handed to him by the merchants, was so that he can taste test them and then give them feed back on the food. That only confirm that this male was well-connected and well-liked within this small little island. It gave Tomura even more reason to admire and desire his friendship and companionship, or at least for the other to owe him a favor or two. “I see, so you have an arrangement with these people. They would need to trust and respect you a lot in order for them to agree to such an arrangement, wouldn’t they?” He paused for a moment, and folded his arms over his chest. "I guess that is the downfall of being a newbie, people don't trust you as much, though Yona-chan believes that I am deserving of their trust." A vicious smirk would form across his face as he remembered that little test, she gave him. Admittedly, he was both angry and frustrated that strangers had saw him in such a vulnerable state, but there was nothing he could do about that, at least at this moment in time. He also didn't know if he should do something about that little situation, for now, he would allow it to pass; since that moment of weakness allowed him to join the guild.  "May I ask what you are cooking?"

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    Post by Haraka Omaras on 16th February 2020, 1:06 pm




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    Haraka let out some laughs as they finished up grinding the rice flour before adding it to the grated white root. "At my age I would definitely know, especially better than a kid that's known me for a few minutes." The next thing to do was to mix the two together before adding water on top of the mixture. Of course mixing them meant he had made a wooden spoon, something perfect for such a task. The doctor only made the amount of water he needed, no more or less. It was now a sticky and wet dough, but this was perfect for something that both needed to be heated and would soak up that liquid in the cooking process. "Sorry to break it to you, but people are more complicated." It was all he would say on that topic. He continued to stir the mixture, adding small bits of water as it cooked. Why add? Because as it did cook the mixture started to puff more and soak up the liquid that had been there previously. Rice needed more liquid than that, even in flour form. Of course the pale ice blue skinned individual wasn't done talking about the others attitude though. That was barely touched on, right? "The only way to get to know people is by getting to know them, through talking and working with them." Of course this mixture was still being cooked and mixed, it wasn't exactly the type of thing to be instantly cooked. Did the fates place this person here to test how far the elder Omaras could be pushed before reacting badly? That wasn't going to work, but for the lack of trying. Calling his relationship with the different merchants an arrangement though was far more cold than the reality of things. It was the difference between frozen and deep fried. This was why the mixed blood shook their head a bit.

    No, that wasn't it at all! Of course this youth wouldn't know. The man also seemed to go for the coldest explanation to everything they speak about so far.
    "I was speaking about why they handed me goods, not my relationship with them. The relationship I have with them is different than the workings of business, even if that's part of it." The dough was still getting mixed as it cooked, still having bits of water added. It was getting pretty close to ready for use though, so that was good. It would be better to finish this step before moving onto other things, otherwise it might cook unevenly. "My relationship with many merchants tends to range from familial to old friends. I have known most of their families for many generations. It wasn't planned out that way, but that was what happened." Life didn't always come out the way you expected it. The families were far less varied in amount when it all started. He was originally a nine year old with no skills being helped because they took pity on him, one they called their 'savior'. It didn't take many generations for that pity to fade, but by then he had been in contact with them for generations. He had gained some useful skills, and they wanted him to keep going and growing. It was strange to think about now in the present just how long it took to be a skilled craftsman. They moved quickly with the times from birth to death. During those years Haraka had felt left behind by time and aging. There was a certain amount of envy back then that wasn't gone now. A yearning for the ability to wrinkle and grey. If he was as healthy as anyone else than he would be dead at this point, but that wasn't the case was it?

    At least he was physically fit enough for nobody to notice otherwise.
    "The trustworthy tend to not tell you how about trustworthy they are." A good way to make someone weary was to tell a variant of how trust worthy they are. He had honestly been trusting to some degree because they were in the same company. It was still that way a bit, but now there was at least a little more caution. In any case it seemed the mixture was ready. He pulled out what now looked like dough. It was fluffed up and sticky, but if tossed in there in small amounts it would cook to be some nice bread balls. Well, bread like anyway in the sense that it would be puffed and chewy. he tore off a few chunks from the dough before making some oil made of vegetable essences. He rubbed each ball down with some of that oil before tossing them back into the pot. The main dough was kept in hand, as that would just make one large mess. "The first ingredient is a vegetable from my native land that we called white root. It would grow under ground and in large amounts, but is quick to harden when cooked. There's no bread that just uses white root as the core component for that reason. The wealthy considered it a material for manufacturing glass, but it has a lot of health benefits. When mixed with rice flour or wheat flour it can be useful in making it fluff, as long as you heat the mix a bit before it's cooked. The third ingredient is water. These will puff into hollow balls that can be filled with other things I'm going to make. I told you I would make you some cold food and drinks with different textures and flavors, this is simply going to be part of the texture."



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