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Gotta do the cooking by the Book You know you can't be lazy
Provo was an okay city. Quaint. It wasn't as impressive as say the Crystarium or as charming as Gridania, but it did beat some of the real eyesores like Rhalgr's Reach and Ala Mhigo. The latter he had wanted to ask why Lyse and Raubahn had even wanted to save, biting his tongue to keep his friendship with Lyse and to save his throat from Raubahn's one armed fury. The only thing he wasn't too terribly fond of here was the overwhelming amount of Hyurs. There was nothing to indicate there had been some sort of calamity like the Flood which had more or less wiped out the male Viis on the First. If they wanted to be boring fine by them, and the stares made him feel like they had never seen someone so attractive before. Well lucky them that they could look at him, he guessed.
Once he could get people to stop looking at him mouth agape or eyes wide, whether that be with a snap in their face or a "Um, hello?", D'usian finally found some answers on where the nearest adventurers' guild or freelance space was. The Rising Stones. He wanted to roll his eyes but shrugged and thanked the people who pointed them that way although it did make him smirk when they would call the owner a bit off. If it happened to be Urianger, he would one hundred percent understand. He wondered if sometimes he could only understand the man because of the Echo or if he had just been too exposed to him that he just learned to speak Urianger. He stepped around the corner and instead of there being a site for sore eyes was a a hovel that seemed to damage his eyes.
It was most definite Tataru was not here. She would never let such a disheveled looking place bear the name of something she oversaw that was for sure. In fact he wasn't sure which scion would aside perhaps Thancred. Either way the place looked like it wouldn't collapse in on him thankfully, so he entered the front door he was worried might fall off it's hinge though. He wrinkled his nose slightly at the smell of dust in the air as his eyes adjusted giving a "Hello?" out into the building. After adjusting to the light, D'usi thought he had stepped into a pub of some kind rather than a place of world saving business. The place was empty and the dust lay a good half inch thick. He frowned as he walked further in swiveling some of the chairs at the tables and locating what seemed to be a menu on the counter.
Except it wasn't a counter, it was some book of signatures like a squadron log. He glanced over the names with none of them standing out to him. Two thoughts popped out to him: either these were just the new people one of the others had sanctioned or this Alexander person had taken their name and run with it. Either way it still felt off no one was here. Pushing further into the back confirmed his suspicions. There were some ice bins with various produce and meats in the corner along with racks of spices and a counter of bread that had seen better days. He groaned as he through the bread away as an idea came to him.
If it was a scion and the place needed repairs and a good cleaning this would nab him some gil to help out. If it was as he wondered this Alex trying to profit off the Rising Stones name then well he'd take the gil for himself and be on his merry way to figure out where he was once more. He busied himself for a bit finding cooking instruments and ingredients he could scrounge together into something gourmet. He wasn't a master culinarian for no reason. Gathering what he could he opened the few tiny windows seeing how strategically placed they were to waft the aromas out into the streets around him before getting to work on his few items of curries, soups, and other hor'dervers loathe as he was to work without his culinary gear, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
As he finished, the sweat accumulating on his brow, D'usi wiggled his ear and flickered his tail as he tasted his delights. Magnificent. He knew he could do no less than perfection even with some strange new ingredients. As he peeked back into the main room he saw a few people poking their heads into the once empty building. He called out "Please, please, if you stay outside I'll be right there." He turned off the burners quickly picking up two of the high tops and placing them outside the building to humble but existent crowd to place his food. He ran back in and grabbed a small bucket he found as a gil container. He'd see how much the local population's economy was with this. "Please," he said, "donate what you think the food is worth but don't feel free to pay for this demo of our kitchen." He said with a smile and a wiggle of his ears that one little girl screamed over. "Please only take as much as you will eat, and pray tell me of this wonderful city of yours."
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] Genesis was not thrilled to be cleaning up another of Sephiroth’s messes. Particularly not when it involved doing a good deed. Being charitable and having people look at him sounded just nauseating really. Not a good way to spend an afternoon. But Angeal was being all regretful over what Sephiroth and some blond boy had done to an entire city block in Provo, and since he had intervened in their fight, neither Angeal nor Sephiroth could really show their faces around there. That left Genesis to go pick up the pieces for them. Of course.
He was only doing it for Angeal’s conscience though. Goddess knows that he was the only one of the three of them who had one.
Genesis landed a bit away from the street in question, and he made sure to tuck his wing away inside his red leather coat before he hopped down onto the sidewalk and joined the crowd. It looked like a few of the buildings had been repaired since the fight, but Genesis had to whistle a bit under his breath at some of the rubble that remained in the road. Trust the great General Sephiroth to show off like that. As for what had been eating at the mysterious blond boy who had attacked him, Genesis had no idea. Perhaps Sephiroth had bored him to death once. Or more seriously, maybe he’d seen what the man had done to Niblheim after his breakdown. Genesis hadn’t been there during the fire, but he’d heard the rumors. However much Shinra had tried to cover it up.
As Genesis was wondering where to start, he noticed a small crowd gathered around one of the buildings in the area and an absolutely delicious smell wafting overhead. Now that was certainly worth exploring. The SOLDIER approached slowly and loitered near the back of the crowd as a white-haired man near the front announced that this was a demo of their kitchen so the food was basically free except for donations. Maybe today wouldn’t be the absolute worst after all.
From the ‘Rising Stones’ sign near the door, this appeared to be an adventurers’ guild of some sort. The man up front certainly didn’t look like he was from Zephon originally, since he literally had cat ears perched on top of his head. Genesis quirked an eyebrow at the sight, but seeing as he’d once had a fling in Sonora with a man who had a tail, it wasn’t so odd. Particularly when he himself had a wing, though that wasn’t exactly normal where he was from either.
Resisting the urge to go straight for the man’s food, Genesis waited until he had a free moment before he sidled over to him. “Are you the guild leader?” He asked, but he didn’t really wait for an answer before he added a pouch of gil to the bucket that he was using for donations. “Sorry about your roof. My friend’s stupid,” he said with a slight roll of his eyes. He probably shouldn’t be admitting that he knew one of the criminals who had demolished the place, but he honestly just didn’t really care. It would be laughable if someone tried to detain him. “Anyway, I stole his money and that’s what he made this month. That should probably fix it.” Was that enough of an apology? Would Angeal consider that adequate? Probably not, so he added his own brand—a bit of Loveless.
“My friend, your desire Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess Legend shall speak Of sacrifice at world's end The wind sails over the water's surface Quietly, but surely.”
Gotta do the cooking by the Book You know you can't be lazy
The crowd was of a serviceable size. Some people seemed weary to approach him, but for the most part the aroma won them over in the end. The food was most certainly being depleted faster than his donation bucket was filling up. It was to be suspected, but his smile was becoming more and more forced by the lot of hyurs taking advantage of the hospitality. Oh well, every little gil mattered he reminded himself thanking those who came up to try to his creations quickly dipping back inside to bring out a second pot, walking carefully as to not spill any bit of his precious goods.
After a good half hour or so, the crowd was beginning to thin and D'usian peered into his bucket. Well it was a start and he had all day really. There didn't seem to be some catastrophe that demanded his attention which was a nice change of pace. He thought of going back in to see if there was anything of any quality to drink aside the cooking sherry he had used when someone approached at his side. He gave a quick look as the person didn't go immediately for the food, but kept himself from rashly throwing up a shield on himself. Nothing had warranted he was in any danger.
D'usi cocked his head as the man started to speak to him. He remained quiet as the man seemed intent to talk, so he took the time to drink the man in. He was the first person to actually stand out with his red aesthetic from hair to coat, not that he could say anything about homochromatic clothing styles in his own icy blue, but for a hyur he was pretty handsome. He let the man go on his little speech as he poured him up a bowl and handing and placing it on the table next to him before leaning against the wall. His eyes widened as he saw the fat sack of gil that this man dropped in his bucket. Consider him interested.
He leaned against the wall of the building probably ill advisably as he smiled at the man. "Finally, someone who knows how to dress," he started with a compliment before cocking his head to the side with a wry smile. "I'm running things at the moment." Which was the truth without letting on that perhaps he should or shouldn't be. He took his gaze from the generous stranger to look up at the roof which had most certainly seen better days and gave a one shoulder shrug. Before he could hold his tongue he laughed, "Yeah, well most people are. Aside gil is gil where it comes from is irrelevant." He kept his smile hoping the man didn't take this as a slight as his friend before the man reciting....poetry?
The words felt like something the wandering minstrel would string together, but thankfully this time his head did not swim with a previous battle made more gallant and harrowing by the gilded word of the minstrel. The amount of time he would spend thinking about how he would have fought differently against a more powerful foe as the minstrel would sing of consumed him for hours. "Can't say I've heard that one stranger, as lyrical as it is," he admitted pushing himself off the wall with the heel of his boot. Any man who could recite poetry was someone D'usi could get along with, at least for the time being.
D'usian willed himself to pull forth his bard form and summon his instrument, but nothing happened. Oh yeah, he only has his white mage soul stone. Oh well that wouldn't stop him. "I suppose something of that value require a tit for tat," he coughed softly letting himself hum a quick tune. "A different goddess or perhaps the same, who knows, but this verse plays in my mind all the time." Thank you minstrel. He smiled, closing his eyes, as his baritone voice began to sweep to memories of Hydaelyn.
"Though eons apart, two kindred souls met,♪
Apart they would walk, all life to protect.♪
Eons thence, their paths would converge,♪
As goddess and mortal, to silence the dirge.♪
D'usi smiled hoping the man wouldn't care for the acapella rendition. "Name's D'usian, but my friends call me D'usi, or at least they would if I had any friends." He gave the man a wink before reaching out his hand his ears wiggling slightly at his joke and his tail swaying softly.
[attr=class,lyric1]infinite in mystery is the gift of
[attr=class,lyric2]the goddess
[attr=class,bulk] The white-haired man complimented his style before anything else, which made Genesis laugh under his breath as he brushed some imaginary dust off his coat. “Would you believe this started as me breaking the dress code on a uniform?” Of the three of them, only Angeal wore the First-Class SOLDIER uniform as intended. Genesis had his favorite red leather coat of course, then Sephiroth had added his dramatic black cloak. His friend also never wore the sweater because he was a show-off and thought the entire world wanted to look at his pecs. They were rather nice actually, but that wasn’t the point.
The stranger confirmed that he was the guild leader—at least at the moment. It sounded like there was a story there, but probably not one he could pry much into when they’d just met. He did have to laugh when the man dismissed where the gil had come from by saying that most people were stupid. “Oh, don’t get me started on people, I hate most of them.” He rolled his eyes, but he was actually rather enjoying the banter. Particularly when the man served him up a bowl of some delicious smelling curry. “Our third roommate thought we should pay you back anyway, so here I am.”
The food really did look incredible now that he was up close. Genesis was undressing a rice dish with his eyes when the cat-eared man admitted that he had never heard that Loveless quote before. “Not terribly surprising. It’s not from Zephon unfortunately.” Though the play in all its glory would exist here before too long if the ex-SOLDIER had anything to say about it.
Genesis certainly wasn’t expecting a verse in return though, and he was so taken aback that he looked up from the food to stare at the cook in a new light as he sang a few lines. He had no idea what song it was from, but it seemed like a lovely rendition. The themes were so reminiscent of Loveless that he was itching to hear a full version sometime.
Was it too forward to ask a man to dinner before you even knew his name?
“Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess,” he complimented him, reaching forward to shake the man’s hand in return as he finally introduced himself. “D’usi then, since you wouldn’t have given me the option otherwise,” he said with a slight laugh, his eyes following the progress of the man’s swishing tail. He had to admire D’usi a little for not caring that it was on full display. Clearly neither he nor Kuja were there yet.
“I’m Genesis. We’ve settled here in Provo, and I suppose I’m something of a mercenary now.” There hadn’t been many other options here when his only skills were magic and swords. Apparently other worlds frowned upon not attending school past the age of 14. Just another way Shinra kept coming back to bite them.
“What’s your story? A cook, a singer, and a guild leader all in one? You’re a man of many talents.”
