Bar Stools

[Wolfe Whitehorn]

The ancient vampire stood back in the corners, eyes watching the two combatants while slowly he began to draw a shape in the air and shadows began to bend to his whim, as if blackened flames before him, creating what first seemed to be a whip, then becoming a leash that had attached itself to the collar borne around Fayth's neck. The man would then begin to real her back from the combatant, stepping forward into the place that moments ago was the battle ground, his jacket adjusting itself as he looked down to the other, far younger wolf.

"You seek to learn of your kind and what you can really do?" He would ask as his hands raised and slicked back his long, jet, silken hair. The cold crimson eyes settling on the man in wolf form before he lifted his hand and the doorway out to the crossroads would open up.

Soon Wolfe would make his exit of the main building, heading out to the crossroads, preparing to show a bit more of his force than he had inside of the building.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

With her teeth so close to his neck and her wolven instincts in full gear aimed at the throat of the other wolf she hadn't noticed the light tug on her collar until it yanked full force dragging her whimpering across the floor and away from Celis. She desperately wanted to kill him but she wasn't sure why as she began to shift back into human form standing behind Wolfe. With one southward glance she realized she was stark naked. That was the only downfall to er transforming without the full use of her shadow abilities, she was naked and couldn't reform her clothing. She lifted her hands over Wolfe's shoulders unfastening the simple button holding his over coat on and slid it off and pulled it tight around her, her face glowing bright red as she turned for the stairs keeping to the shadows as much as possible. Once she was totally surrounded by the shadows she tried to use her shadow walk ability and found she still couldn't. "So much for that idea." she thought dishearteningly as she climbed the stairs to her room to re-dress, not even looking back at the mess behind her.  

[Glacirus]

Watching all of this, and visably unphased as far as most could tell, Seto let out a long yawn, a smell jet of fire contained behind the limits of his teeth visable to any who looked over at him. Slumping back a little, he started to swing his legs back and forth. After a few seconds of thinking about what he had just seen, his mind was drawn back to his hunger as his stomach let out a rather loud growl causing him to jump a little.  

[Iblisor]

Michael visibly shrunk back and instinctively drew the water out of his gourd, forming a blade. In a low crouch on the floor he eyed Wolfe warily, with an animal like gleam in his eyes. He watched to see what would happen next.  

[zenraven]

Knowing off of instinct what needed to be done cause of the pressing energy that Wolfe had laid out he reverted back to his human form. He gave a quick glare to the female and while grabbing his coat from the front check followed Wolfe out to the crossroads not knowing what would happen.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

Once in the safety of her room she let the too big coat fall to the floor as she stepped away from it, her shadow cast long by the tiny window in her room. Lightly she walked to her dresser trying not to make too much noise as not to hear what Wolfe had done with Celis. Quietly she opened the top drawer and slid into the unders that Wolfe had always adored and closed it. she then opened and withdrew a black shirt with white embroidered flowers from the next and pulled it on, she shivered. Her heat had not been on and the back of the shirt was see through. It wasn't exactly her warmest of ideas but it would be warmer once she got on pants and got down stairs. With that reminder she shut the open drawer and opened the one below it and grabbed a pair of stretch jeans that fit hervery well. She hoped that her master wouldn't be as displeased with her wolf-side as he'd appeared. Finally dressed and on her way out she grabbed his coat and folded it over her arm as she closed the door and descended the stairs to find Wolfe and Celis leaving in the direction of the crossroads.  

[Iblisor]

Wary as he was, Michael couldn't pass up the chance to see what was going on. Still in a ready stance, and with the blade of water, he crept out the door to the crossroads.  

[Glacirus]

Looking around, Seto realized fairly obviously that his entrance had more or less gone unnoticed. Glancing behind the bar, he saw the door to the kitchen and, his stomach overcoming his mind, he crouched as low as he could to the ground, taking long tip-toe steps toward where he felt he could get some food, before confronting anyone about anything else. After all, if he was going to remain focused long enough for anything important food came first. Stopping short a few times as he stepped on something that would make noise, his eyes rarely left the figures in the room, not watching what was infront of him.

Which wasn't too bright, since he proceeded to bump, knee first, into a wall, topping backwards before he could regain balance.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

As she finished climbing down the stairwell she noticed a scent was missing. Three were outside, one was at the bar and her, one was out of place. With that revelation she lifted her nose and sniffed at the air. All the smells were so strong to her un-trained blood-sniffer, she had trouble locating the escape artist, if it hadn't been for the clang banging she might not have thought to look in the kitchen but as she approached the open door she realized she had found him."You're a little big to be a mouse aren't you?" she asked as she flipped on the light to the kitchen storage room to find him lying on the ground before a shelf of uncooked food. She half smiled as she heard his stomach growling and realized why he was in here sneaking around. "I hope my little display didn't scare you off." she said as she approached him with an extended hand hoping to help him up.  

[Glacirus]

Instantly raising his hands in defence, Seto turned, shaking his head and hands rather quickly as he tried to turn things to his favor. "No! No, not at all! I've seen...weirder. Eh-heh...heh...." Cut off by his stomach growling again, he glanced at the food, then at the figure infront of him. "I guess it was a little rude of me to grab food before introducing myself...but with the fight, and just about everyone leaving the room...my stupid stomach got the best of me." As he finished the sentence, he punched himself in the stomach in mock punishment of his own stupidity.

...Again, not the brightest idea. Even after the light tap, he was repaid double in hunger and general pain, causing him to double over a bit while his stomach growled louder. "As much as I'd like to fix that...I suggest we do so over a meal, lest I do anything else stupid and wind up on the floor unconcious..."  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

Despite the seriousness of the former situation that just took place in the other room she couldn't help but find herself smiling at the man's comment. "Perhaps," she said trying to hide her humorous tone as she walked into the walk-in refrigerator and pulled out a microwave pizza she'd been saving for when she didn't want to cook anything and popped it in the small red microwave-oven for two minutes. Before the oven had beeped signaling the end of the cook time the smell of supreme pizza had permeated the air and laid heavy until it did beep and she removed it doubling the strength of it. She then reached above the microwave and got a plate to serve the little thing on and handed it to Seto, almost expecting him to inhale it.  

[Glacirus]

Catching himself drooling a little, Seto wiped his mouth and started downing the firt slice of the pizza. Swallowing he smiled a little more and nodded his head, "Thank you so much!" Going through the entire thing in a little more than twelve minutes, he let out a long sigh os satisfaction, a small stream of light grey smoke flowing out his mouth. Smiling a little wider, he sat up straight and nodded a few times.

"Right...now, introductions. I am Seto Natsume, I'm human...for the most part." He finished off the sentance with a small demonstration. Igniting the tips of his fingers, and then juggling the flames between them. "Fire is my specialty...but I dabble in other magic. Which, for safety reasons, I won't demostrate like the fire...let's say, this appearance is one of the achievements of my studies." Nodding with satisfaction at the explanation, he smiles some more, before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a piece of paper. "I came here following this...some stray cat had it, and it said, 'cook needed.' If that's been filled since, heck I'll do just about anything. I need the work."  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

she smiled a little as she began to speak, "Under normal circumstances I would say cant stand the fire get out of the kitchen but as it appears, you seem to have that covered. How about a test run?" she said as she handed him the menu and actually smiled trying not to laugh. "Pick a favorite and run with it or just take it off the top of your head, consider it your interview." she said as she moved towards the bar door.  

[Glacirus]

Grinning and jumping to his feet, Seto took the menu and began to look through it. There were a few dishes he had never actually prepared himself, but had seen. Closing the menu, he turned and looked around at the cabinets and other means of stroage, then at the appliances he had to work with. As much as the bare minimum was all he needed (sticks and rocks) cooking with some technological assistance was never a bad thing.

Once mentally taking note of the appliances, he began to open cabinets looking for supplies he now had at his disposal. While the preparation he could do as little was needed, he couldn't do anything without something to cook first. Grabbing a rather large pot and hefting it onto one shoulder, he wobbled slightly before making his way to a sink and began filling it with water. Now carrying the heavier pot to the stove, he nodded with satisfaction. Once he put the pot down he walked over where he had left his bag and pulled out his apron and a decently sized binder full of recepies. Opening the binder to the pages he would need using conviniently tabbed marks, he began to tie the apron. All the while, muttering to himself the ingredients and doing the math to adjust the serving sizes.

"Three...so instead of half, a quarter...a teaspoon of...no I decided it wasn't enough so I added more last time..." If anyone tried to bother him now, they wouldn't get much of a response. Seto was now lost in food.

((....it was hard decided what dish to prepare. The more I thought about it, the hungrier I got, and the less I was actually thinking of what to cook IC and instead what I wanted to eat. >>;; ))  

[Glacirus]

With a quick nod to himself, Seto was quickly running between various cabinets, grabbing spices cutting boards, knives, and spoons. His attention now turned to the walk-in fridge, where he next entered, returning in double the speed with a whole chicken. "Cold! Cold! Cold! Aaaah!" glad to be finally out of the fridge, he put the chicken down on one of the cutting boards, his hands heating up quickly and igniting at the tips as he thawed and brushed off the last of whatever ice was on the bird. "There..." proceeding next to carve and de-bone the chicken, his eyes turned to the binder of recepies, nodding as he went down the list of what he had and still needed.

The chicken now set to be cooked up, Seto quickly washed his hands in a sink and pulled from the cabinets a few packs of pasta. Breaking them open, he slid them down into the water he had prepared in the pot, as his other hand pressed firmy to the side of the metal, bringing the water to a boil quickly with the aid of the stove itself. Adding a few herbs and spices, to the water now, Seto turned his attention back to the chicken, cutting the now boneless meat into smaller pieces, placing them into a small pan. Once the pan was full, he started heating it, again with his hand, before transfering it to the pot. With the chicken pre-cooked from his flames, it would cut preparation time, and help some of the flavor come out sooner.

With another nod, he kept an eye on the pot while cleaning up everything else he had used, before turning to grab what he still needed to serve the dish.