- RP Date
- YE 42
- RP Location
- Lemo, Gryzciki System
Part 1: Chicken and Thoughts
The splash of sauteing, a mix of Lorath vegetables and a Nepleslian protein-meat called chicken was briefly propelled a short distance into the air and then caught back in the pan. The sweet tantalizing smell of Lorath spices filled the High Priest's chambers. Cooking was one thing the servants didn't have to worry much about when it came to Aris'Taeus, the still yet to be known genetically engineered Tur'Lista had a passion for cooking; it became a stress reliever from the educational exercises the caste leaders had given him over his silent year of existence.
Platinum white strands were drawn back into a loose ponytail formed the mane of a masculine and prime form of the High Priest. The black robes he wore in private were more akin to a bathrobe than anything, bound by a single gold rope stretched across the narrow range of his hips and open at the top which showed off that Adonis-like sculpture that had been crafted and maintained since he emerged from the tank. The kitchen was dimly lit, lighting hung down from the high ceiling on pendulum-like wires and cast illumination on the baskets of various ingredients that came from the farming cooperative.
A small screen projected to the counter just to the right of the shove where the cooking took place played the promotional video from Origin Industries, the video had been watched at least a half a dozen times by Aris'Taeus since the leader of the Fyunnen handed it over to him. “By Voxphine’s Shield give them back now!” the voice of Harr'Ikke cursed and Aris'Taeus paused the playback as the camera focused on Destiny. His warm honey-kissed eyes flooded with her reflection as he tilted his head slowly to the right. Such things as the caste leaders had filled his head with, hopeful tales of the theorized return of their beloved Queen. That Voxphine would bring that blessed day and Ifmir would swing his hammer and usher forth a new era of prosperity for their people.
The woman had been declared dead, and everything she ever had was lost. Yet there she was trying to be strong, trying to stand again on her own, or so was Aris'Taeus's impression of the situation. He had yet to make himself fully known to their people and her discovery made that even more hesitant, he insisted that the step they all wanted him to make would happen only when she returned to them when she could cast her approval or disapproval upon him. He had shoes to fill, but he didn't want it to seem that way. There were their ways, but he wanted it all to be organic not forced that was the last thing she or their future needed.
The sweet smell of cooking vegetables brought Aris'Taeus back from the intense thought. Another swish of the pan and he flipped the mixture of vegetables and chicken once more in the air and then slid the entire concoction into a bowl and headed towards the table. The light gleamed off the shiny black pelage of his feathers as he passed under the lights and sat down in the carved wooden chair at the head of the table. His mind was still distant, he filtered his fingers the Maj's hair, the female Helasio who sat patiently on a pillow kneeled next to the chair; she had volunteered her comfort and servanthood during the long quiet wait before he would reveal himself to the rest of their people.
- Lemo, Gryzciki System
- Tur'Lista Compound
The splash of sauteing, a mix of Lorath vegetables and a Nepleslian protein-meat called chicken was briefly propelled a short distance into the air and then caught back in the pan. The sweet tantalizing smell of Lorath spices filled the High Priest's chambers. Cooking was one thing the servants didn't have to worry much about when it came to Aris'Taeus, the still yet to be known genetically engineered Tur'Lista had a passion for cooking; it became a stress reliever from the educational exercises the caste leaders had given him over his silent year of existence.
Platinum white strands were drawn back into a loose ponytail formed the mane of a masculine and prime form of the High Priest. The black robes he wore in private were more akin to a bathrobe than anything, bound by a single gold rope stretched across the narrow range of his hips and open at the top which showed off that Adonis-like sculpture that had been crafted and maintained since he emerged from the tank. The kitchen was dimly lit, lighting hung down from the high ceiling on pendulum-like wires and cast illumination on the baskets of various ingredients that came from the farming cooperative.
A small screen projected to the counter just to the right of the shove where the cooking took place played the promotional video from Origin Industries, the video had been watched at least a half a dozen times by Aris'Taeus since the leader of the Fyunnen handed it over to him. “By Voxphine’s Shield give them back now!” the voice of Harr'Ikke cursed and Aris'Taeus paused the playback as the camera focused on Destiny. His warm honey-kissed eyes flooded with her reflection as he tilted his head slowly to the right. Such things as the caste leaders had filled his head with, hopeful tales of the theorized return of their beloved Queen. That Voxphine would bring that blessed day and Ifmir would swing his hammer and usher forth a new era of prosperity for their people.
The woman had been declared dead, and everything she ever had was lost. Yet there she was trying to be strong, trying to stand again on her own, or so was Aris'Taeus's impression of the situation. He had yet to make himself fully known to their people and her discovery made that even more hesitant, he insisted that the step they all wanted him to make would happen only when she returned to them when she could cast her approval or disapproval upon him. He had shoes to fill, but he didn't want it to seem that way. There were their ways, but he wanted it all to be organic not forced that was the last thing she or their future needed.
The sweet smell of cooking vegetables brought Aris'Taeus back from the intense thought. Another swish of the pan and he flipped the mixture of vegetables and chicken once more in the air and then slid the entire concoction into a bowl and headed towards the table. The light gleamed off the shiny black pelage of his feathers as he passed under the lights and sat down in the carved wooden chair at the head of the table. His mind was still distant, he filtered his fingers the Maj's hair, the female Helasio who sat patiently on a pillow kneeled next to the chair; she had volunteered her comfort and servanthood during the long quiet wait before he would reveal himself to the rest of their people.