Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz So she could use transport magic too. That was an interesting tidbit to learn. Of course, his thoughts soon went away as they landed in someplace significantly warmer, and he could actually see and feel the sun. Combined with the scent of the forest, it was almost enough to make him break out into dancing...Almost. If only he bothered to learn how. Ah, praise the heavens. he muttered gleefully, spreading his arms wide to accept the radiant warmth of that distant glowing celestial body, almost missing her stating where they were. He heard Colorado, but didn't quite know where Colorado Springs was. All he knew was that he was in America. A place he visited so long ago the houses here weren't nearly as grand as this, save for a select few. However, the moment of being outside was cut short as she then proceeded to head indoors didn't they just spend hours in a stuffy office? Bah, she was probably tired she was practically about to fall asleep in the Warden's quarters. Good, 'cause I'm absolutely famished. the warlock muttered, following after her. But in all honesty, this was a nice place. Then again, a small wooden cabin would have been nice compared to the tiny cell he was confined to for all those years. But there was no small cabin here. There was a simplicity, yet a strange and oddly fitting elegance to it. It was a house meant for a princess that clearly wanted to get away her father certainly seemed the overbearing type to make that even a remote possibility. Once inside, Ric's grin widened even more as she gave him an impromptu tour. Even if it was just the first floor, this place was loaded! Just about every creature comfort most people wanted, she had in spades. Guess being someone important enough to warrant HIM getting out would have a house like this to themselves. He also liked that it was a little more secluded meant that he wouldn't have to worry as much about competing wards from nearby residences. Which would be his first order of business...After grabbing something to eat. And that was when she spoke the magic words. By all means, go sleep...Think I'll see what's in the ol' icebox. was his reply, missing her little slip of the tongue. God, he was so hungry he could eat a horse Ric couldn't remember the last decent meal he had. Opening the fridge, he found it kind of scarce...Except for an enormous pan of lasagna that seemed to be untouched save for a few squares. Perfect...Been a long time since I've had Italian. was the warlock's next statement as he removed it from the fridge, deciding to cook it the only way he could. His hands slowly began to warm and glow, the surface being engulfed in smokeless flame as it started to then enshroud the pan. Slowly, the contents began to warm, the cheese glimmering a little as it started to melt and flow, then slowly forming bubbles. It wouldn't take much, since it was obviously cooked all the way through. And soon enough, the aromas of the delicious baked dish - the herbs, the fresh sauce and well-seasoned meat - wafted through the space, Ric setting the lasagna down on a resting block before grabbing a plate from the cupboard right next to the fridge. Removing a rather large square, he then promptly began to devour it, the explosion of flavors hitting his taste buds like an avalanche. Oh damn, so freaking good he managed to say in between mouthfuls. Before long though, his plate was cleaned off, his free eye gazing back to the still hot entree. Well...She did say have at it. Ric mused, grinning all the while as he took yet another piece half an hour later, there was maybe one or two servings left from what should have feed someone for a week. Ahhhh he breathed out, a gloved hand on his stomach as he rested with his back against the kitchen island it was the first in a long while he actually felt full. Taking a swig from a bottle of lambrusco he also managed to find, he turned it over to find it empty. Heh, guess I still can't get drunk. Hell of a lot better than that Irish swill Albus snuck me in prison, though. he joked to himself, placing the empty bottle on the counter. Still...Probably better get this back in the fridge. But no need for the space of the pan a flick of his hand made the last of the lasagna transfer itself to a smaller plate, giving her more fridge space, and cellophane soon covering it to keep it fresher. Then into the frigid space it went, the door closing behind it. But now what to do, aside from the aforementioned warding improvements. After that meal though, he suddenly didn't feel up to it. As it was, her house was decently-guarded...But there were improvements that could be made. Even a cursory glance revealed that someone maybe even Stella herself took some shortcuts in drafting protections for her house. It wasn't that they were complete garbage or anything, just needed some updating in his eyes at least. So instead, he laid his head on the counter and just closed his eyes. Just a few moments, he told himself. Unaware of the fact that the empty wine bottle was still in his hand, and not a glass to be seen in sight. And that particular lambrusco, little did he know, wasn't just any wine...