Roleplay with @Starlight-I-Love-Magic! (closed)

Taurin nodded. "I like your thinking."
He turned to go back inside, and both sisters and Aurelius followed.
Taurin snapped his fingers and lit the fire underneath the stove, then went to find some of the ingredients he would need to prepare a meal.
"He works at the tavern," Septima said, "He's usually the one who makes the food there, so you won't be disappointed."
"To be fair," he joked, "Most of my customers are drunk and would probably eat anything if I told them it was food."

"He's being modest," Septima laughed, "He cooks for us even when we're not drunk, and I think it's pretty good."
"Seconded," Aurelius said, "I don't know if it makes any sense, but your cooking literally tastes like love and comfort."
Septima looked to Aurelius sadly. She knew exactly what he meant, but didn't want to clarify for anyone else. She caught his gaze but immediately looked away.

Taurin nodded. "Ah, cool. It's always good to meet someone else who's good in the kitchen. I don't think I'm 'legend' tier by any means, but you get the idea."

"Oh, fun," Taurin replied, "I don't think anyone here is even capable of eating food raw without getting sick, so that's impressive in its own right."

"Much more resilient than us, though," Aurelius said, "Humans are… they're very fragile. Not sure why they've been around for so long."
Taurin then finished with his cooking and divided up the food onto several plates. Rosalie helped him pass them out, and she set the table, which was just big enough to fit everyone.

"Physically, perhaps they are fragile," Septima added, "but I think they have very high mental and emotional capacities that make them survivors."
"That seems about right," Aurelius murmured.

"Yeah, I'm glad you're allies and not enemies," Septima said, "I doubt I could take either of you on."
She dug into the food Rosalie had passed her.
Aurelius also started eating, and was able to down a little bit more than the previous night, but still not a lot.

Aurelius shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "So… this rebellion… would people like us even fit in? I'm willing to fight for our freedom and safety, but where does a glass cannon belong in a fight?"
Taurin stopped. "Rebellion?"

"Like I said, glass cannon," Aurelius said, "I mean… I guess I'm also fairly smart, so there's that, but…"
"He's powerful," Septima said, "He's an absolute terror in a real fight. Just wears out quickly, susceptible to injury…"
"But he is really intelligent," Rosalie piped up, "He can pick up just about any skill on the fly."

"I'm no genius…" he huffed softly, "In fact, quite the opposite. I act on gut feelings, and I'm a disaster. I'm just good with books and understanding things the first time I hear about them. I think Septima would be far better at defensive tactics than I would."
"There's a place for you somewhere," Septima promised, "We might not know until we get there."
"So you're going too, huh?" Taurin asked, "Guess that means I have to tag along." He snapped his fingers at the newcomers and a small flame appeared between his thumb and index finger. "I've got pyrokinesis. I'm sure there's a place for someone with my skill set."

"He may control fire, but he's actually really soft," Aurelius said, "I know you talked about your sisters being terrifying, but he's not. That said, he'll get along with anyone."

"Well, he's not wrong," Taurin said, "I'm kind of the exception, not the rule. I'd compare myself to more of the warmth of the hearth than a relentless blaze."
Aurelius nodded. "That's exactly what I mean."

"Of course. I'll pack up my things, and we can go. Lee, are you coming?"
Rosalie shrugged. "I'd like to but… but I'm not good for anything…"
"There's a place for you, I'm sure," Aurelius said, "They might need healers or something. You're very compassionate, and that might be a good fit."
"Doubt it, but okay…"
Septima went back into her room to gather up a few things, and she walked in, slinging her bag over her shoulder. "I'm ready whenever you are."

"We're walking, " Septima ordered, "No way is anyone carrying Taurin."

"Buddy, I weigh over two-hundred pounds. I'm pretty sure you don't want to lift me and someone else," Taurin said.
Rosalie came back in with her own bag and set it down on the table. She had changed from a dress into some pants, boots, and a loose-fitting top layered with a brown jacket.
"I hope this is actually a good idea," she whispered.