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Tea Time Talks; Semi-open; Don't want it getting huge, pm
Topic Started: Mar 23 2018, 01:05 AM (394 Views)
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The aroma of a succulent beef stew drifted out from the large pot and traveled through the encampment. Potatoes, carrots, onions, peas, pumpkin, and just the perfect amount of black pepper and salt were all thrown into the pot. A few unknown ingredients, like red wine, garlic, and some flour to thicken up the stew had also been added by the Master Chef, who stirred the pot in absentminded sadness. Unlike before the war she didn't not sing, only allowing the smell to escape and wind it's way through the tents.

The funeral for Stray and Vegeta had been a couple of days ago and, until now, Gordana had been partially starving herself. She couldn't bring herself to eat or to do much of anything. But wasting away wouldn't honor the memory of her siblings, not would it help the surviving Paewais in this strange new world. And so the woman set up shop, so to speak. She had been cooking this stew for a while, brewing it to perfection, as well as her plan.

Despite the war being over, tensions in the camp were still high. Sometimes fights broke out between the previous skeptics and believers, or even inside those groups themselves. In an order to get rid of some of that and even to potentially make some new and powerful allies, Gordana had figured out a plan to lure people in to a conversation, mostly about mundane things. A well cooked meal, still warm off the fire, was sure to at least get some people interested in keeping the Chef on their good side at least, if the conversation didn't form some kind of bond between the two.

Gordana picked up a bowl from a pile beside the pot and ladled a generous amount of the stew into it. She picked up a spoon from beside the bowls and sat down on a few logs placed for such a use near the pot. If anyone came by, curious, the Chef would wave to the simmering stew and say "It's not poisoned, and free. I'm used to cooking for ten anyway" in a somber tone before going back to her meal. She chewed slowly, sometimes even forcing herself to swallow past the lump that remained as stubborn as the woman who owned it. The time for mourning had passed. The time for looking to the future was here.
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Spec, without Oni around as of what he knows, is settled down for the time being. This new place he has been sent to and it would be so much better if he had his old quirk. His quirk was made for a place like this. Well, at least his old one did. Aside from having Manaaki together with him after the resurrection, he’s been feeling another presence inside of him. It wasn’t like either Manaaki or Lucy, it was not human. Manaaki didn’t seem to notice it so Spec just regarded it as a bad feeling he had, but it didn’t go away even after the encounter with Oni. It was just this dormant being inside him.

Spec heard about the funeral for the Paewai’s but didn’t want to go since he didn’t really know any of them to well and being there might not be for the best of things. It seemed even Manaaki didn’t want go either.

Spec has been eating as much as he did before but his new body has a much higher metabolism probably due to the new quirk that he has. He became hungry even though he had just eaten a couple of hours ago. “Ugggggghhhhhhh……. Why am I hungry?!” Annoyed because finding food isn’t the easiest thing to do. He was really annoyed and this made him even hungry. He also felt this ‘other presence’ in a bad mood. “Uggggghhhhhh…….. Dammit now you’re hungry?!” He then remembers that Manaaki would hear him. “Oh it was nothing, I was just hungry is all…

Moments later, Spec suddenly smelled something. Something good… Something like food…. He calls Manaaki and says, “Hey, do you wanna check it out? It might be something good! The food I mean.
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Sam walked through the encampment, a large bundle of lumber strapped behind him like an over-sized backpack. He had stayed up all night and spent the whole morning gathering the proper materials that were needed to get started on his farm house. When Sam wanted something he went and did it, without hesitation and without complaint. He was disappointed that he no longer had access to his old farm but what good would sitting around and whining about it do? Instead of feeling sorry for himself, Sam was just going to build a new farm and better one at that. His plan was to build a house next to the Nile river and then till the soil in the surrounding area. After that he would plant as many potato seeds as possible and then go from there. There was a lot of work to be done and the chance of that being interrupted by a call to arms from Oni was a high possibility, but Sam didn't mind. He would be more than happy to drop everything if it meant he was helping his god.....or goddess. Sam wasn't too sure what Oni was at this point.

As he continued towards his destination, the robe-clad man smelled something delicious. He wasn't too sure what it was but it smelled like stew and it made his stomach growl weakly, almost begging him to eat something. Only now did Sam realize that he had not eaten something since being transported to this place. He had been so caught up in planning out his farm that he had neglected his stomach's desire for food. With food now on his mind, Sam felt compelled to search out the source of the smell. He wasn't sure how he would pay for the meal but he decided to cross that bridge when he came to it. The glowing eyed man changed his initial direction, instead heading towards whatever it was that was cooking. Whoever they were, they really knew what they were doing.

The smell of the stew would get stronger as Sam got closer to the source of the smell. Looking around he spotted a glum looking girl manning a cooking station, a large pot set out in front of her. This must have been the person who cooked the delicious smelling meal. Sam did not hesitate, walking over to the girl as he got ready to offer her something in exchange for a bowl of the stew. To his surprise she simply stated that it was free and not poisoned. "I will eat." he said, dropping his supplies off of his back and fixing himself a bowl of the hearty stew. He would then take a seat on the dusty ground, not minding that the ground was rather uncomfortable to sit on. As he ate the stew, Sam couldn't help but notice how sad the girl looked sitting there. He assumed that she had probably lost someone in the war but he knew it was not something he should bring up. No, it was better for him to just focus on finishing his delicious meal and then getting started on his farm. Sam continued eating, oblivious to the fact that his actions in the war were part of the reason why she was so sad. He had no idea that their teams had initially fought one another. The robe-clad man finished his bowl, his stomach still rather empty from not eating for such a long time. "Tastes good." He said, as he went to fill up his bowl with another serving.
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Pandas weren't made for the desert. Nothing about a bamboo forest had anything to do with sand, dryness, and a general lack of sustainable life. Manaaki was intensely grateful that he could sit quietly in the dark space that he occupied in Spec's body, safe from the outside. Not only was the desert hot, it was also not cool.

He'd seen his fellow New Zealanders, both former friend and foe, come to grips with being dropped off in this strange land. The outside world had long been a dream of his, but given what he had seen of it thus far, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. His former master had told stories of faraway lands with lush forests, mountains that reached to the sky, and rivers so vast they compared to the ocean. There was none of that here. Oni had sent them here with no purpose beyond a vague notion of escape from their native land. As grateful as Manaaki was to be alive, his opinion of Oni was tentatively positive at best.

Spec seemed to be talking to himself, a habit that he had never found to be particularly helpful but also one that he would not discourage. Rule #4 of the new Way of Cool: Don't judge others over trivial matters. Let a guy live his life the way he wants to as long as he keeps his actions cool. The context of Spec's internal discussion hadn't really registered. Manaaki was busy with his own thoughts at the moment.

At Spec's urging, he became vaguely aware of an appetizing smell that registered to him dimly through Spec's senses. This "sharing a body" thing had all sorts of weird implications to it. He'd been testing the implications of their new form from time to time, but it seemed they were both far from understanding the full potential of what they could do. To his surprise, Manaaki found himself drawn to whatever food was being made, even though he had up to this point subsisted entirely on bamboo. Had the dietary requirements of his ancestry been stripped along with his other Quirks? Once again, Manaaki was cowed by Oni's apparently limitless power.

"Sure, it's worth checking out. Maybe we'll meet a few cool cats on the way. Better than more fighting at least," he commented to Spec through his thoughts. There wasn't much point in manifesting and scaring away their unexpected benefactor.

"I think that lady's one of the Owl Mother's children. If she says it isn't poisoned, we can trust her on that. Momma Paewai wouldn't raise her kids to something uncool like poison unsuspecting passerby."

They made their way over to the encampment where a large pot of some sort of stew and bowls were waiting. Manaaki mostly just watched to see if Spec would help himself to food. He wondered briefly if he even needed to eat. Hunger hadn't been an issue for him since they first came to Africa. Frankly, it struck him as a bit whack, as his former master would say.

Edit Reason: I misnumbered my rules of cool. Stupid, I know, but I like a consistent canon.
Edited by sealthedeal, Mar 27 2018, 04:36 AM.
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It seemed like the enticing smell was certainly attracting others to the Chef's campfire. This suited the woman well, as she felt like she didn't have the energy to go and seek out such people. It'd take all she had to have a polite conversation. If Gordana didn't have a goal with such a set up, she would have just finished her own bowl before getting up to leave the rest behind for whoever managed to get some.

Instead, the woman lingered over her food, forcing mouthful after mouthful past the lump. The more she ate, the easier she got. Not to mention the more energetic she felt. Her quirk constantly sapped at her energy supplies, one reason why she was so boyish in appearance. The food certainly was good, although the question of seconds would have to be answered after Gordana ate enough. Her current companion, a man with glowing eyes very much like Manaia, certainly agreed with how well the stew was made and got up to get himself another bowl after wolfing down the first.

"My name is Gordana" the Chef introduced herself, taking a pause to take another gulp of the stew. The beef was perfectly cooked and fell apart in her mouth with ease, filling it with flavour. "Take as much as you want. Leftovers won't keep well in this weather."

Out of the corner of her eye, Gordana saw another wayward soul being drawn in by the smell. The broad man seemed hesitant, as if not too sure if he should help himself. 'This stuff could be used as a trap.." her mind weakly thought with amusement. After that small bout of happiness came the guilt, and a bit of anger as well. After all, why should one be happy when they were still mourning? If the others were quick enough, they may have seen a small flash of amusement before it as washed away by melancholy. Such a face was the default for the Chef these days.
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"Aye sir!" He said from getting the approval from Manaaki. He took a deep breath through his nose and searched for the food based on that. After getting resurected with a dragon body gave him a few new abilities. One of those would be his Dragon Sense. It allowed all his 5 senses to be heightened beyond normal human capabilities temporarily. It takes a bit of energy out of him, but the result of it would be worth it.

He was walking fast but not so much to the point of running towards the source of the scent. The scent was getting stronger as he got closer towards it. After nearly a minute of this, he finally got there. There he saw a girl in front of a pot and another person there who seemed to have a bowl in hand. He muttered to himself, "So she cooked all that? Wow, that's a lot and the smell, it's so potent, it must be good"

He walked over closer towards them. While walking he suddenly remembered that he didn't have any money on him at the moment. He was about to turn around until the woman said that it was free and wasn't poisoned. Stating that it wasn't poisoned made Spec remember that it wasn't too long ago that all of them were at odds at each other. He turned his head in her direction, and said "It's free? Really? Thanks, 'cause I'm starvin'."

He bent down and helped himself to a bowl of the stew. He took another sniff and "Ahhh, the smell, it can't get any better than this...." Once he finished getting some, he stood up and just ate it like that. "So, it really is good...." His hunger was being satisfied, little by little. Telepathically, he asked Manaaki, "Yo, you wanna come out and have a taste for yourself?"

While eating, he took a quick look at the person who cooked the meal, and with that glance, he saw enough. The girl looked sad. It wasn't an unusual emotion to have after going through the war. Spec didn't have too much experience with this, mourning for a loved ones. He never really had deep connections with people, not even his parents. He didn't know what to do about it so he just had his meal in silence.

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It looked like more people were beginning to partake in the stew. That was fine with Sam; he was more accustomed to eating by himself but he wasn't against the idea of others joining in. After all, the stew was for everybody to enjoy. As Sam continued to eat, his mind wandered back to the events of the war. He hadn't been physically injured during it but the actions that he had to take at that time had left mental scars that ran deep. He hadn't wanted to kill anybody but in the end that is what ended up happening. For the rest of his life he would have to live knowing that he pried someone's life away from their loved ones and that dug at him greatly. That was the horror of war; it was kill or be killed. He didn't even know the faces of the person he had killed. They had been completely covered in his glue at the time he had fired the lethal shot and because of that he had seen almost nothing that had indicated what kind of person they were. The only thing he knew was that they looked like a bird. That was all they were to him, just a faceless bird that would never get to see their family again all because of him. He felt despicable.

Sam pulled his hood farther down his face. The robe that he wore always completely covered his facial features except for his glowing eyes. It was a garment that his parents always wore to protect themselves from the weather while they were tilling the farm land and naturally Sam had followed in their footsteps. Although the hood covered his face just fine, Sam always pulled it down even further whenever something was troubling him. He felt ashamed of what he had done and wanted to ensure nobody would be able to see the face of such a pathetic man.

The robe-clad man snapped back to reality. realizing he had been lost in thought for what seemed to be a good five minutes. He could never truly atone for what he had done but Sam knew that he had to keep living. This farm certainly wouldn't build itself and he knew he had to get working on that soon but for now he would finish this meal. Sam looked around at the others, they seemed like nice people but he wasn't going to try and start up a conversation. He was pretty introverted and he didn't really have anything to say to them anyways. Besides, he didn't really know what they would talk about. It wasn't like any of them wanted to talk about the war.
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"Whoa, easy on the 'sir' stuff! I'm not your dad or anything. Just Manaaki is fine. We're equal on this fusion thing, got it? Cool guys share and share alike," the panda explained good-naturedly. The last thing he wanted, even now, was to be considered somebody's superior. Master was better at being a cool leader. Manaaki was a self-styled "cool follower."

They arrived at the encampment without any trouble. Through Spec's senses, Manaaki picked up the scent of some kind of stew, though admittedly dimmer than if it had been his own nose. The size of the pot was daunting, and the panda briefly wondered why there weren't more people around considering how many the young chef seemed to be geared up to serve. Gordana was her name, or perhaps it was a man with a feminine voice. Regardless, they seemed sad, the dark cloud looming over their demeanor broken only in fits and starts with glimpses of other emotions. It was surprising how easy it was to be observant when everything else was handled by Spec.

The other seemed like a suspicious character, but Manaaki held his judgement. Rule #5 was still in full effect. He wished that he could at least see under that robe a bit. It was uncomfortably similar to the cultists he'd seen running around. Those guys gave him the creeps, though their dedication was pretty awesome. As a fellow man of few words, once upon a time, he could respect the robed guy's relative silence.

His observations were interrupted by Spec's question. Manaaki was surprised that the stew was good enough to warrant a recommendation. Some part of him expected a meal offered for free in the middle of this arid climate to be questionably edible at best and downright gross at worst. The panda didn't feel particularly hungry, and still wasn't sure if he even needed to eat, but maybe this was as good a time as any to find out. Shrugging his metaphorical (metaphysical?) shoulders, the panda accepted.

"Sure. I'll give it a taste. It's been nothing but bamboo for this cool cat for years now. A little variety is the spice of life, eh?"

Spec's body glowed green for a moment as Manaaki separated from him, emerging as a wisp of green energy that expanded and solidified into his familiar panda form. He had manifested to be perfectly placed in the seat next to Spec, his body still tinted just the faintest shade of green from the aura that surrounded him. "Heyo, Gordana, robe guy. Don't panic now. Just a harmless panda dude separating from his newest bud to try some of this legendary stew. Heard good things about it already, and I've only been here for a few seconds."

Realizing that his introduction and attempt to defuse the now utterly bizarre situation was probably not the most comforting, he smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "Uh, long story. Point is: That stuff looks and smells delicious, so if you're offering, I'm hoping it tastes delicious too."

Scooping up a bowl for himself, he ate a bite, promptly scorching his tongue on its heat. Bamboo was never this hot. Very literally not cool. What little he could get around his burned tastebuds was exactly as delicious as advertised, and he gave Gordana a thumbs up despite his pained expression. "Whew, that hits the spot. And burns it. Guess this stew isn't as cool as me."

He set the bowl aside for the moment, not particularly familiar with the act of blowing on stew to cool it. "So anyway, dude or lady, what's the story? Given the whole 'we were just fighting a war' thing, I wouldn't have expected anyone to be handing food out for free. Just in a cooking mood?"

Edit Reason: Remembering to track upkeep for manifesting is hard!

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When the Savior had moved them all to this new land, everyone had responded differently. She couldn't speak for the others, but Dyseris had taken a look around before expanding her aura as far as it could go in order to take in as many signatures as she could. There was just... so much life. She'd eventually wandered away from everyone else to just... explore, greedily finding every new aura she could find and examine. It helped to keep her mind off of things, and she was happy when she managed to find a tattered old blanket buried in the earth. She'd used it to cover herself almost immediatly, as she hadn't gotten the opportunity to grab her clothes before they were all transported. Thankfully, the old cloth was large enough to act as a cloak that covered her down to the knees, a fact she was thankful for.

As exciting as all these feeling all this new life as, the impact of the war finally hit Dyseris when night fell. They had finally made it out of the hell they'd been raised within... but so many of them hadn't made it. Some had died moments before, some had simply not been there, and others... How many had died because of her? How many had died because she'd done her best to feed their faith to ignite their fighting spirit? Years of fighting and surviving, years of doing whatever she could to guide those she thought to be lost... and now, those years had been rewarded with peace. How long it would last was anybodies guess, but for now, they held that feeling firmly. She'd cried for most of the night, from a mixture of relief, exhaustion, sadness, and grief.

When she'd managed to collect herself again, she'd offered a small prayer to the Savior, thanking them for everything they had done for their children, as well as everyone that had fallen to get this far, those that had payed the ultimate price for others to continue moving forward. After that, she'd tried to find her way back to the others. It... took some time, but eventually, Dyseris' senses would pick up the smell of... something absolutely amazing. The smell caused an uncomfortable grumbling in her stomach. It made her think, when was the last time she truly ate something? Not some food made while on high alert in case of ambush, or even just some small snack to stave off hunger just a little bit longer, but an actual, decent meal.

Approaching the smell, Dyseris would be greeted with the sight of several people around a large pot, one tending to it and others taking from it. She remained a fair distance away, doubting this decision. Another grumbling from her stomach cemented her decision to approach. Pulling back her aura, the small black flame appearing in its dormant state between her collar bones, Dyseris approached, ready to ask if she could partake in the meal being dished out. To her surprise, before she could say anything, she would hear that it was free to take... and that it wasn't poisoned. Dyseris would graciously accept this offer, giving the person who had said that a polite bow before dishing herself a bowl of the divine smelling food. After she'd done that, she'd take a seat on the ground, keeping some distance between herself and others. An old habit, as one could never know who was truly a friend or an ally. Eating the food, Dyseris would freeze after the first bite. How was... how did something this good exist?

The remainder of the bowl didn't last very long after that, though she'd keep an ear open to the conversations around her.
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It seemed like Gordana wasn't really the only one who wasn't that keen on talking. The man who had came first kept within his hood, his face hidden. The other man was slightly more chatty, but even so no real conversation was sprouting between them. A woman wandered along and she, too, said not a word, but partook in the food. The group was roughly quiet, a somber air seemed to hang around them all.

Until a small green glow appeared from Spec and grew. Besides him another being formed. It looked like a panda and, unlike everyone else, seemed a lot more keen for conversation and food. His words of "don't panic now" didn't really have any effect on the chef, who watched the entire process dumbstruck. In all of her families travels, and in all of the tales that Papa Paewai had told, never had Gordana knew of a quirk that could house another person inside of them. 'That must be an interesting way to live...

When he ate the stew, it seemed to pain him. The silly creature didn't even blow onto it, much like a child who was far to eager for dinner that they'd skip the rather important part of letting the food cool. A small fond smile twitched at the corners of the woman's mouth, although it vanished rather quickly. "You're meant to either blow on the stew to cool it, or just let it sit long enough to do so itself" Gordana informed the panda, finding it a bit odd that she had to teach such a thing to a grown creature. 'Or maybe it is a new manifestation of that other person quirk? Could such a thing happen?'

With the thoughts of quirky quirks aside, the Panda asked a question. Gordana supposed it was a very good question, especially since it involved a certain amount of trust from the other parties. Despite the chef saying that the stew wasn't poisoned, the entire set up was still a bit suspicious, if seen through a certain point of view. "I am always in a cooking mood" the woman stated first, ignoring the comment of "dude or lady". After all, the dude bit could be directed at their hooded companion, Gordana wasn't too sure. "Truth to tell, I know next to no one apart from my family. I figured that getting to know a few more people would be a good idea, and what better way to strike up a conversation than over good food?" The chef took another bite of her stew, mulling over what she said as she was sure her companions were. "That, and I suck at portions." The words were said bluntly and with a matter of fact air. They were also a rather pathetic attempt from the mourner to try and get at least a little bit of amusement in the air.
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Spec felt like he was misunderstood by Manaaki. "Ah well, I didn't really mean it as a formal title. I just wanted to say it 'cause the phrase just sounded a little cool considering the situation.." Spec really found it to be a fun thing to say at the moment. It's not like it's the first time using the phrase or anything like that.

It appears another person joined in for a bit of stew as well. It's no surprise that more people were coming, since the scent was really strong and all. She seemed to be just wearing tattered and dirty clothing. Spec didn't really know why she was was wearing such things. He wanted to ask her about it but she seemed too quiet to even give a response to him.

Spec was happy to hear that Manaaki accepted his recomendation about the stew. It was still a weird experience, having Manaaki popping in and out of his body. Everytime it happens, Spec would see a bright glow of the same color of his scales, which was green. As Manaaki finished his exit from his body, Spec backed off a bit (He was standing from the start) as Manaaki got himself his own serving of the stew.

Seeing Manaaki taking a spoon of the stew without blowing it or anything surprised Spec a bit. For a moment, he thought, 'Wait, I now I'm a dragon and all now, but I'm still blowing on my stew, but Manaaki's just taking it down straight, wow' Spec then found himself wrong as, through their connection, he sensed the sudden pain from the heat of the stew in his mouth. "Were you expecting it to be cold or something?" Gordana taught him how to do it like he was some sort of infant. Seeing this just made Spec give out a small chuckle.

Spec turned his head towards Gordana and said, "So...... By getting to know a few more people, you mean you want friends right?" Spec gave her a smile as he said this. "I know some of us, have been enemies before..... Maybe even tried to kill each other, but that's all in the past now. There's no more reason to hate each other anymore, so I hope we could all be friends." This statement may very well be something naïve to say to people you've just met, but this isn't something Spec is used to either. He almost ended it there but then he suddenly remembered something important. "Oh Yeah! I almost forgot to introduce myself to y'all, my name is Spec Wilson."

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Sam watched as a wisp of green energy emerged from Spec's body, solidifying into another person, they seemed to be a panda. It was a weird sight to see but after the war, nothing really phased Sam anymore. The panda would them not to panic, a warning that really didn't need to be said. "I never panic." he said simply. He then watched as they burned themselves on the hot stew. The panda would make a little joke about it before immediately striking up a conversation with Gordana, briefly mentioning the war before asking her why she was handing out the food. Sam just shook his head; this guy was too upbeat for someone who had just fought in such a horrific war. Perhaps he just didn't care about the lives of others or maybe he was just too naive to understand just how bad this war affected everybody. Whatever the reason was, this person was not somebody Sam would respect. Hopefully his partner would be more grounded.

Boy, these people really were starting to get talkative. Conversing with others wasn't exactly his forte but this kind of thing was to be expected. After all, humans could only go on for so long without speaking to one another. It was just human nature. Sam had no real intentions of joining in on the conversation but he figured that he might as well listen for a while. Who knows, maybe he would learn something from it. As he listened some more the things that were being said began to bother him.

"There's no more reason to hate each other anymore."

What the hell was this guy talking about? It seemed that this man had absolutely no idea how things worked. After such a gruesome war there was no chance in hell people would immediately start being friends. Tensions were simply too high. One would not forgive the killer of their family member just because the initial fighting had stopped. No, that was something that could take years for someone to get over. Jeez, and Sam though the panda was naive; this guy was on a whole other level. Someone's trust was not something one easily acquired, especially after trying to kill one another. Sam wanted to say something to the guy but he held his tongue. Responding to him would probably just result in an argument or fight and Sam absolutely despised those. The sight of someone new caught the man's attention.

After being so invested in what was being said, it seemed that Sam had been completely oblivious to the addition of a newcomer to the group. It was a girl draped in what appeared to be an old cloth of sorts. Sam turned, eyeing her up and down to try figure her out, saying nothing as he looked. He figured that they were like him, only here for the food and not interested in conversing with anyone. Turning back to his food, Sam paid her no more attention. They didn't look like trouble and they weren't talking so there was no point in keeping an eye on them.

As he continued to eat, the robe-clad man listened more to what Gordana was saying. They didn't seem to be talking about anything important, just about how she wanted to meet more people. That was a respectable goal, Sam figured that if she cooked this well all the time then she probably wouldn't have much trouble meeting new people. The man really wanted to get back to working on his farm but a large part of him suggested that he stay and rest. He had been overworking himself lately and it wouldn't be healthy if he didn't take a break. The farm could always wait.
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It hadn't taken long for Dyseris to eat the bowl she had grabbed for herself, despite the heat it had radiated. The temperature had been a bit of a problem, but it had been overcome fairly quickly. Food like this... she couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten something even half as good as this stew had been. With her bowl emptied, she set it onto the ground beside her and paid attention to the conversations going on around her with renewed interest.

As the Chef girl spoke, Dyseris took a moment to eye the girl up, reaching out with her senses to try and get a feel for the girl through her aura. Most people were unable to see the aura of every living thing around them, let alone feel it, but Dyseris' quirk let hr do both, so she had countless years of practice picking up things from the aura of another person... and from this girl, Dyseris could pick up a fairly deep sadness. Before she could delve further into the girl's aura, another voice caught Dyseris' attention. She listened to the words this person spoke, and would offer him a small smile as he introduced himself. She would let the silence that followed remain for a moment before she spoke up, softly clearing her throat before she did so.

"You are correct in saying that there is no further reason to hate anymore... and yet, it is not so simple. Many, if not all of us, were raised in war. Shaped by it. While the reason for our hatred may be gone, I fear that centuries of hate shall not simply dissipate over the course of a single mealtime discussion, no matter how delectable said meal might be." It was a harsh thing to say, but it was the truth. Even with the war over, and the Savior having claimed every soul of New Zealand as their child... Dyseris found it hard to let go of the past. She had been raised to hate the Unenlightened. She'd given up so many things in her life to focus on simply beating them so she could help properly guide the children of New Zealand to Paradise.

Now? Now such sacrifices were moot, and all of them had been placed into a Paradise of a different make.

"I must say, however, that this is the first time in a long while that I've had the chance to just... rest. If a name must be placed to my face, it is Dyseris. A pleasure to meet you all."
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Manaaki nodded, seemingly astonished by Gordana's explanation. "Wait for it to cool, huh? Good enough for me," he agreed, allowing the bowl to sit untouched for the moment, "Sorry for that massively unhip display. Bamboo doesn't usually come hot, and until a certain big, bad battle that was all I could eat. Panda stuff. You get it." He flicked his ear as if that explained everything.

With the exception of robe guy, he found the assembled group an agreeable bunch. Even robe guy didn't seem like a bad dude. Just quiet. When he still had his Quirk, Manaaki had been about as silent, concerned that he'd affect others with his powerful voice.

Honestly, he was a bit surprised. The lovely lady with the weird flame on her chest, who introduced herself as Dyseris, probably put it best. Centuries of war didn't disappear over some tasty stew. He'd expected to walk a thornier path to a civil conversation and was grateful that everyone seemed content to just eat and chat. Maybe if their ancestors had been nearly this accommodating, none of this bogus fighting would have happened.

The panda shrugged and raised a hand. "Guess we're doing intros. I'm chill with that. Name's Manaaki. Sole living representative of the Way of Cool. Nice to meet you, dudes and dudettes. Gotta say, this whole shindig is a welcome change from the loads of lame going on not long ago."

Picking up his bowl again, he tested another spoonful of the stew gingerly. Its temperature was for more acceptable, which is to say no longer volcanic, and he tucked into the stew with relish. "Man, I've been missing out," he said appreciatively, "Who'da guessed other food would be so much better than bamboo?"

His attention returned to Gordana, and he chuckled. "If being bad at portions is what put this food in front of us, I hope you never get good at them. It's a cool thing you're doing here, Gordana."

He turned to Spec and pointed his spoon at his partner. "How come you didn't warn a guy this stuff would be so hot? Not cool. I almost ended up with boiled panda tongue the next course if you know what I mean." His words seemed reproachful, but the manner in which he said them clearly framed it as a joke. Rule #5 of the new Commandments of Cool: Don't take yourself too seriously.

Edit Reason: One of these days I'm gonna remember to have the LP tracking for Manaaki.

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The conversation between the four was certainly flowing. There didn't seem to be any malice nor tension, which was exactly what Gordana wanted. Spec was a bit naive, but keen to be friends. The panda who had formed from him, Manaaki, seemed to be rather similar in mind, if a bit more enthusiastic than the other. The mysterious hooded fellow kept quiet, just listening and eating. The one who joined them last, a women who introduced herself as Dyseris, was of a far more practical mind than the other two men who had spoken.

The other women did make a good few points. The war was just over, and many people would still be out for blood. "I suppose that 'friends' is far too ambitious a title as what I am looking for" Gordana said, giving a nod of acknowledgement to the other. As they talked more and relaxed, so too did the Chef. Her constant sadness retreated bit by bit, but would always remain no matter what. "I am merely looking for acquaintances, I suppose. People who I know by name that probably won't want to kill me on sight." A hint of a smile flickered across Dana's face, followed by a small pulse of amusement.

Despite many of the others having finished their first bowl a while ago, Gordana had only just started to scrape at the bottom of her bowl. She had been partially starving herself lately and even food prepared by a master chef didn't get her appetite interested. 'Maybe I've been spoiling myself... The chef wondered. Her and her family had been used to Dana's cooking since she had arrived to the family. That was a long time ago, and while all of the Paewai's enjoyed her food, there was rarely ever the pleasant surprise that she saw echoed in the face of her companions.

Not wanting the conversation to die, Dana decided to take the reins and start asking her own questions. "What was everyone's favourite place to be? Mine was atop a mountain, staring out to the sea. It didn't matter which mountain. The whole process, of climbing up it and then resting at the top..." she said. A bit of wistfulness and longing for the beautiful and rugged land came over the Chef. Despite the hardships that they had all faced, it certainly was a stunning place to be. 'If I can, I'll return. See if I can help return the land so some kind of sanity, at least.'
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