Aug 05 19:28:54 <PioneerSlav>	Some really good smell was flowing out from the kitchen, filling almost whole dorm building. It really smelled good, though meaty, like some good and pretty gourmet food. But there was no restaurant delivery. Only Horst cooking something as usual when he had mood to. This time he was frying cutlets! Not those more shaped like a ball, no no, he was frying ones from porkchops, called, schabowe! Already half of a plate full, time to fill it to the rest and then take other one to cook the rest of meat!
Aug 05 19:33:31 <Knave>	In the adjoining common room, Austin taps his pen rapidly against a pad. He had planned to do work - honest to god actual homework - but how could he possibly? Something smelled good. How could he focus on math, of all things, when someone was cooking something? And wasn't that just the way of the world? Brutally unfair to a point. He spins the pen in his hand and deposits in behind his ear, leaning back in his chair to try and angle a view into the kitchen. Maybe if it was someone he knew cooking he'd be able to scrounge off them.
Aug 05 19:35:00 <Nemi>	And that's just delightful. Because as one Ellie Lacroix wanders into the commons, wrapped in a thick sweater (with JE T'AIME written across the front, just because), she pauses in her course to sniff. "Well," she says to Austin, over the steaming mug of cocoa she's cradling in her hands, "Someone's cooking better than me already."
Aug 05 19:39:11 <Nemi>	Elizabeth LaCroix. A little tall for a girl, with an improbable bodytype even by Sunnybrook standards, snow-white skin and platinum hair in an elegant French braid, so perfectly composed in everything she does. Her blue eyes glimmer a little as she grins.
Aug 05 20:03:57 <Knave>	"Tell me about it." He grins back, his eyes skating over Ellie's figure with just the hint of self-consciousness, before his soft blues meet hers. He gets up out of his seat and casually skates up to her, hand extending, "Have we met? I feel like I know you from somewhere, but also-" His eyes glance up and down her again, his lips wrinkling as he seems to be just as guilty about the joke as he is amused by himself, "I feel like I would definitely remember you."
Aug 05 20:06:12 <Nemi>	Ellie seems amused, only idly sifting surface thoughts off Austin. She even sticks her hip out a little as he scans her over, her with the blue sweater and white dress and black fleece-lined leggings. She frees a hand from her cocoamug to take his, delicately. "People usually remember me from /somewhere/, or wish they did. I'm Elizabeth. Call me Ellie. Aaaaand yooooou..'re Ashleigh, aren't you?" Her grin widens a little as she says the name.
Aug 05 20:08:55 <Knave>	His cocky bravado only falters for a second, before the impish grin is back with a vengeance, lopsided to the left. He shakes the hand fluidly, then steps back and takes a small, elegant bow. "That is one of the many names I go by." He straightens up, runs his hand through his hair, and options run through his brain very fast, a host of ridiculous titles - it seems most of his thoughts are concerned with coming up with the next dumb thing to say or do - "Austin, if you prefer. Or my friends call me Slick."
Aug 05 20:10:58 <Nemi>	"The Sultan of Smooth, the Lord of Lubrication, I know, I know. And my new coworker at the cafe!" Ellie retrieves her hand as the shake is broken to clasp it about her cocoamug. Her grip was warm, but that might just be heat from the mug. Her broad, vaguely wicked grin's settled into wry amusement once again. "And our very own star reporter. And only reporter."
Aug 05 20:13:16 <Knave>	"Wow. I see my reputation precedes me." He beams with dumb joy at being known, then his eyebrow quirks slightly. Had he ever actually /said/ Lord of Lubrication? Who knows, he said a lot of dumb stuff. He shakes the thought of his head, thrusts his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, "Well, technically there are other reporters. Technically. So you read my articles?"
Aug 05 20:14:45 <Nemi>	She winks an overly-shadowed eye, timed right as he ponders the Lord of Lubrication thought. Must just be coincidence. "Of course I do. I just wish the rest of the paper crew wrote more! It's all great stuff. And now we'll be at the cafe together, I'm /so/ excited."
Aug 05 20:17:21 <Knave>	"Yeah, that's..." He smiles oddly, rubs at the side of his neck, "That's certainly an exciting prospect." His eyes flit from place to place, then they settle on Ellie again as a thought hits him, "Say, would it be unethical for me to cover the cafe's opening in the paper, seeing as I work there?"
Aug 05 20:19:56 <Nemi>	"Nooo, not at all. After all, /Ashleigh/ works there. Not /Austin/. I'm sure it'll be-" Ellie leans in very slightly, to blot out the rest of the room. It's a subtle motion. "- just /ducky/." And then she brightens and looks around. "Who's cooking, anyway? That smells awesome."
Aug 05 20:22:10 <Knave>	Austin takes a half step away and directs his eyes into the kitchen. Blessed relief. /Honestly first real conversation I have with a girl since getting with Yuki, and it's this girl. Fate is cruel./ He shrugs, "Nobody I know. And with my extensive web of connections, that's saying something."
Aug 05 20:23:22 <Nemi>	"Seriously. I mean, I'm not surprised you don't really know me- I'm Leah's girlfriend, by the way, and I don't get out a lot- shocking, I know- but yeah-" Ellie slips gently past Austin, humming into her cocoa as she peeks into the kitchen toward whatever Horst is up to! "And fate's not cruel, by the way. Yuki might be if she knews we talked, but yeah."
Aug 05 20:25:49 <Knave>	Austin freezes on the spot in brief confusion, then says out loud "Oh." Then, in slightly more panicked tones, "Ohhhh." He suddenly tries very hard to think of anything - nuns, puppies, baseball - not to do with romance, very hard, as he wheels around to follow Ellie.
Aug 05 20:26:34 <Nemi>	"Ye-eeeep. I'm /that/ Ellie. Sorry, Austin." She winks back at him.
Aug 05 20:28:37 <PioneerSlav>	And big guy finished cooking, stacked all food he made. And propably will remain silent to not say anything what anyone else than him would consider as /rude/. Though, he was eating now some salad instead of those delicious porkchops. It was friday, this day is without meat. Also sight of big, ugly person eating puny vegetables was pretty funny. Straight from the bowl!
Aug 05 20:29:49 <Nemi>	"Also, I know you don't Leah or me, but we'll fix that. My phone number's <blah>, add me sometime. Anyway.." Ellie peeks at Horst nibbling and giggles a little. "Hey there! I don't think I've met you before!"
Aug 05 20:30:40 <Knave>	Austin pulls the pen from his ear, scribbles the number down on his pal, throwing a lazy wave towards the mystery chef.
Aug 05 20:34:34 <PioneerSlav>	"Mhm." He hummed with mouthful of vegetables and after he swallowed, he then waved a bit and said something proper. "Guten Tag." And continues his meal. He clearly enjoyed that salad... Aaand here we go, the fork hits the bottom of empty bowl which is placed into the sink.
Aug 05 20:38:31 <Nemi>	"You're liking that, huh. I'm Ellie- was that you making whateveritis that smelled /so/ nice in here?"
Aug 05 20:39:57 <Knave>	"Is it just me or do we have a lot of German students considering we're in Canada?" Austin says with a slight shrug, apparently to no-one in particular.
Aug 05 20:40:38 <Nemi>	"Yeah, seriously, there's Elspeth and .."
Aug 05 20:42:50 <PioneerSlav>	He thought for a moment. "Nyemyetskiy? Nyet, adgadoy!" And here it was becoming interesting, because Horst when speaking German, had German accent, and when Russian, he had Russian accent. A real enigma. "I think so, everyone is welcome to take those."
Aug 05 20:46:16 <Knave>	Austin glides across the floor of the kitchen, grabbing a fork from a drawer without actually stopping, "Well, if you insist."  He spears one of the chops with his fork, then pulls a plate from the rack beside the sink and puts the chop on it, "Much obliged." He grins at Horst, hopping up to sit on the counter with the plate on his knees, "I'm Austin, by the way."
Aug 05 20:51:51 <Nemi>	Ellie, to contrast, moves with much more economy of motion. As in, not at all. A cabinet opens and a plate flutters out, being joined by a chop. A fork and knife soon join them before the flutter to land in the air just before her, at a convenient level. The chop starts to cut itself..
Aug 05 20:55:07 <Pioneerslav>	"Huh." He mumbled, looking at this show. "Are you a witch?" And that crucifix he had on his neck as a necklace... That looked really inquisitorial. Also considering Horst's chainmail he was always wearing... "And I am Horst."
Aug 05 20:58:13 <Knave>	Austin swallows a chunk of the chop bitten straight off the fork. He hadn't bothered with a knife. "I'm not sure that witch is the, uh, preferred term." He says, evenly, "Not that I know anything about anything, everyone just seems to be making it up as they go."
Aug 05 21:00:40 <Nemi>	"No, I'm just psychic, or something," Ellie replies with a smile. "Very, uhm, knightly look you've got going. Very Teutonic. Nice to meet you!"
Aug 05 21:09:14 <Pioneerslav>	"Teutonic? You have no better ideas which order is closer to myself? Try again." He smiled a little little bit, as tossing a challenge, looking straight into Ellie's eyes and drilling them with his sapphire eyes. Part about knights he left without any answer...
Aug 05 21:13:11 <Knave>	"Witchfinder Army?" Austin snarks with his mouth half-full, then swallows, idly twirling his fork in his fingers, "Or maybe the order of Charlemagne?" He grins mostly to himself in between Horst and Ellie.
Aug 05 21:14:04 <Nemi>	Ellie shrugs her shoulders. "Do I look like I can read your mind?" She seems unbothered, still amused and cheerful. "You're uh, still basically a walking armoury, so that's kiiiind of weird. Um. Anyway. I honestly don't know enough of Medieval history to say." Ellie swivels to Austin to smirk before she finally takes a bite of chop. ".. oh hey this /is/ good."
Aug 05 21:23:08 <Pioneerslav>	"You do, from the moment you said you are psychic. I would rather say psyker though." Then he looked at Austin. "I see Pratchett here..." He pretty much was happy that people enjoyed his food. He cooked often enough to make sure that his food is available every day.
Aug 05 21:24:31 <Nemi>	"I like it a lot. You should totally like, see about doing stuff at the dining hall, get /paid/ to cook." Ellie nods sagely. "Anyway, psyker works, I guess, even if it makes me feel like I'm out of Warhammer or something. Also hi, I'm a /huge/ nerd."
Aug 05 21:25:36 <Knave>	Austin gesticulates with the fork, like a teacher with a pointer, "Psychic doesn't necessarily mean reading minds. It could mean clairvoyance or something." He shrugs, then takes another big bite.
Aug 05 21:27:33 <Nemi>	"Or it can mean 'float food around so I don't have to actually do stuff with my hands. Because not only am I a huge nerd I'm also /incredibly/ lazy."
Aug 05 21:28:35 <Nemi>	The floating foodstuffs bob in the air for emphasis.
Aug 05 21:38:11 <Pioneerslav>	"I see..." Then he stood up and left the kitchen without any word, but gesticulated he will come back in a minute literally. He decided to give Ellie a bit of historical lesson, as he soon came back carrying... Two greatswords, Kriegmesser, a longsword and a bastards sword and a sallet helmet on his head, which, he placed on Ellie's head pretty gently with open visor. "And now, nerd, say what you have on your head." He would chuckle if he could, but internal blockade was on.
Aug 05 21:40:05 <Knave>	As Horst re-enters carrying two greatswords, Austin scrabbles up onto the counter in a panic, setting the plate to one side so he can create extra distance. "Why do you have swords?!"
Aug 05 21:43:25 <Nemi>	Ellie boggles at all the Medieval weaponry soon in such evidence, and moreso at the helmet sitting upon her otherwise perfect head. Her cocoa remains clutched in-hand, the plate of porkchop floating aside to make way, and she looks bemused up at Horst. ".. this is a.. fifteenth century German sallet, sans bevor, I think?" Ellie's played enough RPGs, at least, to know that.
Aug 05 21:48:20 <Pioneerslav>	"Because I made them." He answered and placed every longer piece of armament supporter against the table's edge. Then he came back to Ellie. "That is /just/ sallet. Bevor is separate element." Horst lifted the helmet gently upwards to not destroy that hairstyle of hers and placed it on the table. It was blackened, with painted a few inscryptions around it, something in latin. Worth mentioning: when Horst carries a weapon around, he always does it when it is in scabbard or other container.
Aug 05 21:49:12 <Nemi>	"That's.. what I meant with 'sans bevor'. No bevor."
Aug 05 21:49:43 <Nemi>	Ellie's hairstyle is robust, it doesn't mind the helm's weight or the inner padding. She sips at her cocoa, thoughtful, watching Horst move.
Aug 05 21:50:11 <Knave>	"Weh." Austin commends with a little smile, nodding, "'S French, mon amie."
Aug 05 21:51:56 <Nemi>	"So's my sweater." Ellie's sweater still reads JE T'AIME. "And my last name."
Aug 05 21:58:36 <Pioneerslav>	And then he pulled out more weaponry in scabbards. For example, from his belt he had like... Stiletto, misericordia, simple dagger... All three in wodden scabbards. "So what would you like to see closer first, hm?" He asked both of them and looked at with somewhat big dose of curiosity.
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Aug 05 22:01:36 <Nemi>	"Uhm- I mean.. It's- all very impressive, especially that you made them yourself, but I'm- not- really a weapons and armour kind of girl."
Aug 05 22:01:45 <Knave>	Austin leans forward, hands on the counter between his legs, and asks with incredulity, "Why do you have so many weapons?"
Aug 05 22:05:12 <Pioneerslav>	"Because I like them." Especially worth mentioning he had a hidden grenade launcher in his left arm, being prothesis which obviously looked like this, being with raw style and all that steel-ish colour. "Maybe... Espadon. What does espadon mean, my french friend?" He would call her 'Poilu' if she had longer hair. He took one of the greatswords and slowly unsheathed it, placing scabbard back on its place and holding the weapon horizontally, showing it to Ellie. In the end, this was a french-type greatsword, right?
Aug 05 22:07:21 <Nemi>	Ellie's hair IS pretty long, but braided as such, it's more composed than it is loose. "Well- a footman's two-handed sword? I think?" She doesn't touch it, of course, instead merely gawking at it over her cocoa cup. "You, ah, um, have quite the impressive armoury."
Aug 05 22:07:38 <Knave>	Austin glances to Ellie, then all but slaps himself on the head when he remembers. He thinks, as hard as he can /What is with this guy?/
Aug 05 22:12:41 <Nemi>	Austin'd find some strange feeling, wet and warm and tendrilous yet pleasant, caressing the back of his skull before Ellie's voice- or something his brain translates to being her voice- murmurs in his ear, /I have no idea. At least he's enthusiastic./
Aug 05 22:16:19 <Pioneerslav>	Enthusiastic no more! Seems like that facepalm scarred him away, as he placed the espadon back into its scabbard and sat down on a chair near everything what was his and scratched his head, wondering and thinking. Not hard though, but this big objects surely had big thoughts... /Great, now I'm a fucking freak. Those kids don't even want to learn something. Only those pesky games. Buhurt is a real game, not some Dungeons and Dragons.../ He looked down at his knee. "Merci." He finally answered to Ellie.
Aug 05 22:18:03 <Nemi>	".. thank you for showing me, but uhm, I think I would have preferred if it was less- ah.. if you say, mentioned it first, rather than dragged everything out on top of us like this?"
Aug 05 22:19:14 <Knave>	Austin slowly nods in agreement. Then, in only a slightly lighter tone than before, still tinged with fear and disbelief, "That is a /lot/ of weapons."
Aug 05 22:39:29 <Pioneerslav>	"Not a lot. Those are just big." He answered finally. "And how it would sound... 'It could be fun.'." Horst definitely did not understood what those americans mean by 'could be fun'.
Aug 05 22:43:06 <Knave>	Austin slides off the counter and to his feet, more casually saying "Like, so many more weapons than anyone needs to have."
Aug 05 22:45:41 <Nemi>	"More than I can imagine needing, myself. But- you know. I'm not a weapon girl."
Aug 05 22:53:53 <Pioneerslav>	"Ever heard of historical reenactment?" That would explain why he had even a misericordia, which was not a weapon, just a tool of finishing dying person's life.
Aug 05 22:55:09 <Nemi>	".. I've /heard/ of it.."
Aug 05 22:55:26 <Knave>	"See, you gotta say these things up front." Austin says as he visibly relaxes, "I can't tell from a distance that those are blunt, man. You can't assume anything, especially not in this school."
Aug 05 23:11:29 <Pioneerslav>	"But those are not sharp." He said. Well... They even looked sharp. It was obvious that reenactment SPORT weaponry looked blunt, with circular roll on edges. Mostly. Mostly...
Aug 05 23:11:36 <Pioneerslav>	*not dull (sorry)
Aug 05 23:16:03 <Knave>	"Okay see and there's the problem again because /why would you need real weapons?/" Austin gestures outwards with both hands, backing away and behind Ellie, possibly for protection.
Aug 05 23:19:33 <Pioneerslav>	"Historical accuracy. Doppelsoldner would not carry around a dull blade." It was obvious for him. /Coward... And I thought I am paranoidal with my chainmail./
Aug 05 23:21:16 <Knave>	"Okay but, in historical wars, /people killed each other/." Austin flattens out his hand in front of him.
Aug 05 23:23:41 <Pioneerslav>	Horst sighed and looked at his helmet, then knocked in it with metallic finger of his prothesis. "You think... That something was five hundread years ago, it meant people were savages back then? You think some same person would waste their pure documents just to kill someone who seems to hide behind a women?" In Horst's mind there was a rule, that women need to be protected, as they bear societies.
Aug 05 23:35:24 <Knave>	Austin's brow furrows as he shakes his head slightly, "I don't even really understand what you're saying any more, man."
Aug 05 23:40:15 <Nemi>	".. Iiiiii'm also invincible, so. Uhm."
Aug 05 23:41:36 <Pioneerslav>	"Seems like you are not trying to understand." Then he collected his scabbards with those beautiful things and left to his room without any hurry. "Tchórz, dziwne społeczeństwo..." This language no one could understand around here! And it was Horst's native, so most likely he was thinking even in this language when not speaking english.
Aug 05 23:43:14 <Knave>	"Man." Austin says, shaking his head some more as he crosses the room to his discarded plate, "What was up with that guy?" He leans on the counter and picks up his fork to finish his chop.
Aug 05 23:57:25 <Nemi>	"I haven't the foggiest. I thiiiink it's my signal to go back to my room for a week. See you around, Austin. Or at work."
Aug 05 23:58:21 <Knave>	"See you." Austin salutes with a smile, perching on the counter again. No sense letting good food go to waste.
Aug 06 00:00:00 <Nemi>	Ellie departs, her food floating with her.
Aug 06 00:00:29 <Knave>	-scene chops-