Azure Posted December 9, 2015 Posted December 9, 2015 Come, all ye. Up north, past the realm of twilight and snow there lies a land where the winds blow coldest and the fires rage hottest. Travelers to these lands report an oasis of good cheer appearing for only a small window of time on earth before being masked in a snowstorm for the rest of the year. Some brave souls report that during the time where the storms pound the land, the little cottage that holds great power isn't even there anytime except now. The trees that surrounded the cottage were alight with candles that glowed a mix of every color imaginable. Fresh snow glittered the ground, reflecting the twinkles from the auroras dancing overhead. Gingerbread and chocolate filled the air around the cottage, pleading for visitors. The door was cracked open yet the warmth clung to the wooden walls asking for travelers to come in. Who would arrive? Rules: Have fun! Bring your favorite character(s): PCs/NPCs/animals/famous figures. Go nuts and give us cheer!Notes: (1) Topic title is Arabic, in keeping positive energies towards the Syrian crisis. (2) Self, you are not a terrible person for missing the 2014 thread, it was overshadowed by NA's 10th anniversary, a gift of itself.
Azure Posted December 9, 2015 Author Posted December 9, 2015 Uchiha Nevan stood in the well lighted, wood floor kitchen with his hand hovering over the handle of a round pan ready to flip a fluffy flapjack until it had reached the apotheotic golden brown. The sizzle of butter smacked back at his face as he gently came into awareness out of a fugue state. Apparently he had been here a while, for there were already two thick stacks of pancakes and he was working on his third. The wholesome smell of nutmeg betrayed the secret recipe his mother had taught him so long ago. He vaguely remembered some dry prison he was in, only began his sinuses sure didn't forget. Something about a kamui gone wrong, a susanoo genie, and a weird red nosed deer landed him here. Or maybe it was the strong eggnog that laid half empty on his left. Nevan emptied the finished pancake onto the stack and poured another, accidentally spilling a few drops on his bright red stocking shaped apron. It was the only blemish on the perfect holiday apron, adorned with little bells on the strings. Reaching into the apron pocket, he netted a foil wrapped milk chocolate and popped it into his mouth. “My life is a goddam wreck.”
Cloudnine Posted December 10, 2015 Posted December 10, 2015 (edited) This time of year, the season's joyous spirit and the generously spiked eggnog were strong enough to raise even the dead. Haramatsu Korin seated herself on a barstool at the kitchen counter, animatedly watching Nevan's breakfast preparations. The memory of this cottage in years past was strong enough to the dredge late Harakage's essence from the blackened earth of Kusagakure, at least for a little while. In time she'd sparkle and fade away like the northern lights outside, leaving nothing but her petrified effigy overlooking her desecrated homeland once more. Her hands cupped a mug of hot chocolate for warmth as she beamed a grin at the Uchiha. "It can't be that bad," she'd quip playfully, fiddling with a full thermos and pouring the man a steaming mug of hot chocolate. Korin topped the piping hot drink with an overflowing heap of marshmallows and slid it toward Nevan. "I'm sure there's lots of things in your life to be thankful for." Imprisoned, but not sealed to a tree being one. Rather than the kage robes she carried for the past years, Korin donned the gaudiest of ugly sweaters paired with candycane striped leggings. It was probably better for the world if the sweater had stayed as black ash in Kusagakure, but nope, Korin wanted it reanimated with her. Edited December 10, 2015 by Cloudnine
Azure Posted December 10, 2015 Author Posted December 10, 2015 Nevan shrugged at his companion's suggestion “I guess you're right,” he followed with the dark cold laughter one intones when recalling an embarrassing event. He caught the hot chocolate and injected a candy cane into the sea of marshmallows. He stirred slowly. “It can't be that bad with pretty ladies in my life.” He winked, thinking that the candy cane socks she wore were actually kind of cute. He betrayed himself and his company with the dull hangover he carried with him. Well, only the hair of the dog would settle that. Nevan took another gulp of the 'nog before starting in on his hot chocolate. “I am thankful for these flapjacks, good food will always wipe away the bad. What about you?”
