OOC: Third Person Sample
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Word count: approx. 815
Ilia wiped her brow with the back of her hand and looked up from her work cutting up some fruit. They were camping out tonight, on their way back to the Van Kingdom after finally obtaining the Eye of Truth. It was a long journey back from the Purgatorium but no one had wanted to delay their return. They had even forgone stopping in Eckdart after the trip back from Astral, but the sun had begun to set and they couldn’t keep up their strength without a rest.
Ilia returned to her prepping, humming in contentment as she worked. A shadow fell over her from behind and she froze. As much as she liked close proximity with her captain sometimes he did the oddest things. Too bad it usually just go her heart beating faster and nothing else.
“Hmm, what’s for dinner?” he asked innocently, peering over her shoulder.
Pushing aside her emotions and the captain in the same beat, the scientist set her mind to the task at hand. No need to get excited, Ilia. He’s just hungry. “I’m making something to drink right now, actually.”
“That so? Can I help?”
And once again Ilia froze, but for an entirely different reason than the last. With a nervous laugh, she brushed by him and moved to inspect the other ingredients she had left in her travel pack. “A-actually, why don’t you leave it to me? I don’t mind fixing dinner by myself!” Not to say he didn’t have spirit, but his presentation and taste were a bit... lacking.
Her captain sighed and crossed his arms, moving away. Ilia almost sighed with him. She knew he was bored with everyone off scouting the area or busy with their own projects, but allowing him to cook was too much. Even her stomach couldn’t handle his tasteless stew and experimental banana frappes. She couldn’t help feel a little guilty, though.
Come on, Ilia! Let’s give him something special! Smiling to herself, Ilia went back to her fruit and began her juicing. Whipping something up quick, she moved to stand by her captain’s side and presented him with something tasty.
“What’s this?” Ronyx took the drink, looking a bit surprised.
“It’s a little something I call Fruit Melody,” Ilia said, tossing her bangs back out of her eyes with her hand. “I know we usually share a toast with everyone before the meal, but a little drink now sounds nice, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose it does. The air is pretty chilly here in Van.”
Ilia stood back and watched in satisfaction. It made her happy to see him smile in appreciation just for her. Their party had grown so large lately and small moments like this were rare. They never had time to themselves anymore.
“I see what you did there~” sang a voice from the bushes, startling Ilia.
Spinning around, she caught a glimpse of blond hair and mischievous, glinting eyes in the shadows. Welch walked out from her hiding place, holding a bowl in her hands full of freshly boiled mushrooms.
“Wh-what do you mean by that?” Ilia demanded, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. She knew it was childish to be baited so easily but everything about that girl just made her lose her cool.
“Really, Ilia, it’s so obvious.” Welch rolled her eyes then smiled, shooting the oblivious captain a mischievous glance. “Everyone knows the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. But you gotta give him things he likes, not follow your own tastes.”
“What? I wasn’t—” Ilia stuttered, but Welch was already walking away towards Ronyx.
“Oh, Ronyx~ I made something for you! Would you pleeeeease taste it?” Welch’s singsongy tone made Ilia want to hurl. But what was worse was seeing how her captain’s eyes lit up at the sight of his favorite food.
Damn her, that conniving, tricky little… brat! Ilia stomped back to her supplies, just barely holding on to her anger. She dug through her ingredients, determined not to lose. I’ll show her! My sense of taste is much more refined! He’s sure to enjoy my mushrooms over hers. I’ll just…
Ilia rifled through her bag once, then twice. Then one more time. With a sinking suspicion, Ilia turned her eyes up on Welch who stood snickering nearby. “My mushrooms are gone.”
“Oh, Ilia, were those your mushrooms?” The teen batted her eyes innocently. “I’m sorry, it seems I used them all up.”
Ilia hated to leave bad impressions, especially on the captain who still chomped on his mushrooms happily only a few yards away, but there was no saving Welch this time. Standing, Ilia brushed back her hair then began cracking her knuckles, one by one. Barely keeping her voice in check, Ilia managed to only sound half-way threatening through her clenched teeth. “Welch, do I have to teach you the meaning of personal property?”
Word count: approx. 815
Ilia wiped her brow with the back of her hand and looked up from her work cutting up some fruit. They were camping out tonight, on their way back to the Van Kingdom after finally obtaining the Eye of Truth. It was a long journey back from the Purgatorium but no one had wanted to delay their return. They had even forgone stopping in Eckdart after the trip back from Astral, but the sun had begun to set and they couldn’t keep up their strength without a rest.
Ilia returned to her prepping, humming in contentment as she worked. A shadow fell over her from behind and she froze. As much as she liked close proximity with her captain sometimes he did the oddest things. Too bad it usually just go her heart beating faster and nothing else.
“Hmm, what’s for dinner?” he asked innocently, peering over her shoulder.
Pushing aside her emotions and the captain in the same beat, the scientist set her mind to the task at hand. No need to get excited, Ilia. He’s just hungry. “I’m making something to drink right now, actually.”
“That so? Can I help?”
And once again Ilia froze, but for an entirely different reason than the last. With a nervous laugh, she brushed by him and moved to inspect the other ingredients she had left in her travel pack. “A-actually, why don’t you leave it to me? I don’t mind fixing dinner by myself!” Not to say he didn’t have spirit, but his presentation and taste were a bit... lacking.
Her captain sighed and crossed his arms, moving away. Ilia almost sighed with him. She knew he was bored with everyone off scouting the area or busy with their own projects, but allowing him to cook was too much. Even her stomach couldn’t handle his tasteless stew and experimental banana frappes. She couldn’t help feel a little guilty, though.
Come on, Ilia! Let’s give him something special! Smiling to herself, Ilia went back to her fruit and began her juicing. Whipping something up quick, she moved to stand by her captain’s side and presented him with something tasty.
“What’s this?” Ronyx took the drink, looking a bit surprised.
“It’s a little something I call Fruit Melody,” Ilia said, tossing her bangs back out of her eyes with her hand. “I know we usually share a toast with everyone before the meal, but a little drink now sounds nice, doesn’t it?”
“I suppose it does. The air is pretty chilly here in Van.”
Ilia stood back and watched in satisfaction. It made her happy to see him smile in appreciation just for her. Their party had grown so large lately and small moments like this were rare. They never had time to themselves anymore.
“I see what you did there~” sang a voice from the bushes, startling Ilia.
Spinning around, she caught a glimpse of blond hair and mischievous, glinting eyes in the shadows. Welch walked out from her hiding place, holding a bowl in her hands full of freshly boiled mushrooms.
“Wh-what do you mean by that?” Ilia demanded, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. She knew it was childish to be baited so easily but everything about that girl just made her lose her cool.
“Really, Ilia, it’s so obvious.” Welch rolled her eyes then smiled, shooting the oblivious captain a mischievous glance. “Everyone knows the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. But you gotta give him things he likes, not follow your own tastes.”
“What? I wasn’t—” Ilia stuttered, but Welch was already walking away towards Ronyx.
“Oh, Ronyx~ I made something for you! Would you pleeeeease taste it?” Welch’s singsongy tone made Ilia want to hurl. But what was worse was seeing how her captain’s eyes lit up at the sight of his favorite food.
Damn her, that conniving, tricky little… brat! Ilia stomped back to her supplies, just barely holding on to her anger. She dug through her ingredients, determined not to lose. I’ll show her! My sense of taste is much more refined! He’s sure to enjoy my mushrooms over hers. I’ll just…
Ilia rifled through her bag once, then twice. Then one more time. With a sinking suspicion, Ilia turned her eyes up on Welch who stood snickering nearby. “My mushrooms are gone.”
“Oh, Ilia, were those your mushrooms?” The teen batted her eyes innocently. “I’m sorry, it seems I used them all up.”
Ilia hated to leave bad impressions, especially on the captain who still chomped on his mushrooms happily only a few yards away, but there was no saving Welch this time. Standing, Ilia brushed back her hair then began cracking her knuckles, one by one. Barely keeping her voice in check, Ilia managed to only sound half-way threatening through her clenched teeth. “Welch, do I have to teach you the meaning of personal property?”
