He nodded, following his voice and finding the kitchen. He turned on the tap to as cold as it could and splashed his face a few times to wake up. He then rubbed off most of the blood that he could, leaning over the sink as he did so.
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Sakuya simply remained in the dark corner of the inn. Her head turned as visitors started to enter the Inn. Simply folk of the fishing village, or customers from other areas visiting the island.
Hydrox sat in the back. At the moment, he was currently struggling to try and peel potatoes. It was a bit difficult when you had such large scaled hands, claws trying to curl around the handle. He was growling softly curses under his breath.
Hydrox's eyes shifted, glancing to Runner. His growling quieted down a bit, before suddenly speaking, "Y'know, if ya need work, you're welcome to help around the inn for now till things are resolved and you can get back to your realm. Maybe make a little gold while your at it here."
"If I come back to my world with gold, I'm either a musician or a drug lord, both of which draw way too much attention." He sat up from the sink, wiping the drips of water from the chin. "But thank you."
"Sakuya, is there anything I can do to help around the inn?"
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Hydrox raised an eyebrow, but simply shrugged, "No problem kid. Just trying to do what I can, cause I can kinda sympathize, though of course on a different level."
He paused in his work for a moment, seemingly taking a moment to look at the claws, "Heh, to think I was once part of a strong race. Ah, but this life works in mysterious ways."
Sakuya lifted her head, hearing her name. Her dull blue eyes looked towards Harper, "O-oh…um, I'm not sure…y-you'd have to ask Miriam there…this is her place…"
Miriam set a few mugs down, followed by a couple bottles to several individuals who approached for drinks. the silver haired woman looked over.
"Hm, you say something? Oh, well, if you're looking for work, you could head back to where Runner went and help Hydrox with the cooking."
"Yes ma'am." Harper says and puts her hair into a high ponytail. She heads back to the kitchen and looks at Hydrox. "Hydrox, do you want some help with cooking or sumthing? Im kinda good at cooking, had to cook meals daily for other villagers.
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((Question, since I still kinda want to continue with this rp, would Runner know Clover or Hero in this one? Or would it be a different timeline?))
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Hydrox had seemingly lost himself in his thoughts, but footsteps brought his attention. He shifted his blue eyes towards the girl. The draconic humanoid gave the female a soft smile.
"Yea, any help would be appreciated right now. Find it hard to work when you got claws and an even larger form."
His head shifted to the side as what appeared to be an oven, as well as a few kettles settled over small fires, "There's a few pots over there, waiting to have something cooked in them. Lot of the regulars like stew or the likes. Need meat or anything, there's the storage that way."
The male lifted his tail, motioning towards the right where a metal door could be seen, "Feel free to experiment a bit."
"Yes sir." and with that Harper begins to help Hydrox in the kitchen, cooking some stews and other things.
((I'm thinking this is before the third one, aka the "Escaping 5 gods," thing he said in his rant.
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(aw :( But they're the only ones he doesn't loathe)
((He doesn't know them yet imao
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((Can we fudge it up a bit? Say they've already met and all that?))
''Excuse me Runner, your kinda in the way." Harper politely says, trying to get to the sink.
((They'd have to somehow get into an entirely different magical dimension, but sure, imao
"Sorry," he said, stepping aside and grabbing a spare washrag to dry his face.
Harper fills the pot with water and washes the knife she just used to cut the meat up for the stew. "Your fine, kiddo."
((Know what? I'm being an ass about that. SUre, why not, it's not like any of this is canon
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(Yay!)
Back in where the customers were filing in and out, a girl with half shaven neon pink hair and steel grey eyes entered, looking for a bite. She wore knee-high lace-up boots, ripped jeans, and a sleeveless jacket, exposing her metal arm carved with strange symbols. A cigarette was pinched between her lips as she hummed a tune.
"Hello, what can I getcha?" Harper asks the newer girl, one she hasn't seen at all during this trip.
Runner walked out from the kitchen, passing behind Harper and setting the rag down on a table.
She grabs the rag and tosses it in the sink, "I will wash the rags later Hydrox."
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She peers up at Harper. "Meat soup on menu?" She had a distinct accent as she spoke. (Russian)
He turned to the voice tilting his head. That sound familiar…
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The girl aimlessly drew a pattern on the table with her metal finger, ignoring reality.
"Yeah, beef or venison?" Harper asked the girl who was completely different from the villagers, she stood out with her neon pink hair.
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(And not the metal arm?)
"Beef good."
He finally recognized the voice, frowning slightly. "Clove?"
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She looked up, then groaned. "Had I known you here, I not stop."
He shook his head, walking towards the kitchen with a loud, abrasive groan.
Harper runs back to the kitchen and grabs a bowl and fills it up with the beef soup she had freshly made before the girl came in. She walks to the table the girl was sitting at and hands her the bowl.
"If you need anything just let me know."
