35th Strike [Action]

[most_talented]

[Instead of Makoto randomly teleporting places, YOU are being given a place to teleport to! Namely, Makoto's cooking class in the bakery. Fall in flour, splatter soup, break bread, crack cakes, mush muffins... okay you get the idea.]

... I hate this place.

And you'd better be staying to help clean up.

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[sun_trumpet]

AHH! [and a fairy has just plopped down into a bowl of flour!]

[most_talented]

[Blinks at the size, and leans over the bowl.]

Huh?

[sun_trumpet]

[climbs out, all covered with flour] What just happened...?

[most_talented]

I'm not sure... You okay?

[sapphire_sniper]

[He was simply walking across town. Now he's walking face first into a a shelf lined with pies. Smooth move, Crisco. Got yourself some head trauma AND a face full of pastry.]

[most_talented]

Ouch... that looked like it hurt.

... Um... you want some ice?

[sapphire_sniper]

[He nods slowly- right now fast head movements aren't exactly "fun for the whole family!" He will also make some sort of noise that sounds equal parts grunt, pained moaning, and "my hero."]

Ugh... And a towel. Or three.

[So much pie on head. So much pie.]

[most_talented]

You stay right there, I'll be right back.

[And, a few moments later, she returns, putting an ice pack in his hands, then using the towels to clean him and the area up.]

1/2

[gustareion]

[Not that he's often in his human morph, but Ax was around town, snooping in the village. Seeing that most of it's inhabitants were humanoid, he figured he might as well blend in. But he didn't plan on getting teleported.]

[gustareion]

[...Into a pile of flour. He's coughs, completely covered in the stuff, when the flour hits his tongue. And he abruptly stops. And licks more off it's hand.

This texture was quite unique! And although the flavour was subtle, it was there! Now he's licking all the flour off him that he can get at, like sugar. Just wait until he sees the pastries...]

[most_talented]

Oh, hello?

[waves at him]

If you want to clean up, I can just get you a wet towel, you don't have to do that.

[gustareion]

Hello! [He waves back briefly, before looking more flour off his hand.]

Clean up? Up-puh. [Oh, she meant this wonderful white, dust like substance? Calling it dust-like was a shame really, because although it didn't have as much flavour as dust, it was more fine and palatable.]

No, a clean up will not be necessary. This is quite delicious, adhering it to a wet cloth would be a waste. Wasteuh. [Back to licking all the flour off of him.]

ooc: sorry for the html fail OTL.

[no_use_running]

[And have one (1) Mizuno Ami barely keep herself from running into a table as she arrives right beside one. She puts her hands out to steady it, and herself - and it's a tossup whether she's more shaken by that or by seeing Makoto.]

I'm sorry!

[most_talented]

[Walking over, worried.]

Whoa, easy easy... you okay?

[no_use_running]

Mm. I don't think anything fell.

[So it's alright, right? :D?]

[most_talented]

Looks like... So it's been happening to you too?

[lezareno_prez]

[Regal will be coming out of the front part of the bakery when he hears all of that crashing.]

Is everything all right in here, Makoto?

[most_talented]

[trying to clean it all up orz]

I've got it! Everything's okay!

[lezareno_prez]

[Makoto is not the sort to make a mess while cooking, so that much is cause enough for concern.]

All right, but let me know if you need any help. I can go get the mop if that's necessary as well.

[most_talented]

I can handle it! It's just a spill... Um, lots of spills... And some broken stuff...