forum Cafe MindShaker

Started March 04, 2018 by Fawn Yeet

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Huh, Mozos thought, this was just great.

"Well, that sucks for the hand, because I can't cook for shit. I have Abbadon to do that for me."

Mozos raised his hand." I can cook. And I can teach you."

Asura glared. "I'm not interested in learning how to cook," he lied.

Mozos dropped his hand, slightly dejected, then his stomach grumbled. He remembered why he had come in. He looked around and found the kitchen. " Anybody else want food ?"

Asura looked away from Mozos, not wanting to see him upset. Humans and demons were like Asura's children. He had a soft spot for them.

" Really, anyone ? Okay." Mozos walked off to the kitchen, even if nobody was hungry now, they might be. He should have food read though, it always manages to help people.

Asura walked over to the counter, sitting down at a chair. He watched Mozos silently. He wondered that if he truly lost his powers as a god, could he taste food?

Lavender followed Mozos into the kitchen, stomach grumbling. "So,", she started. "What's Hell like?"

He turned and looked at her very seriously," It's Hell" he then chuckled," It is exactly as you expect it, except about 50 times worse."

"You actually have hell in this universe?" Asura said, raising his eyebrows.
(for clarification, in Asura's story, there are multiple universes)

Lavender ignored Asura, making herself a coffee.

Mozos looked at him from the cupboard in disbelief," Of course there is. It is the only place that I know of that demons can be born." Then he looked in the cupboard again and smiled, inside were all the utensils he needed to cook.

Asura nodded at Mozos, then noticed that Lavender was purposefully ignoring him. He leaned back, watching her make the coffee. He always wanted to know what it tasted like. "You know, if we're going to be stuck here together for an eternity, we're going to have to get along."

Mozos chuckled from where he was cooking, he could already tell that they were very, verrry different. If they got along, Hell might have just frozen over.

Lavender gritted her teeth. As she took a sip of the delicious coffee, sighing contentedly (coffee was her saviour), the bottom of her MCR shirt caught on a drawer handle, lifting up as she turned to face Asura and exposing the disgusting messs of burnt flesh and scar that was her stomach.

(It's cool)
Mozos continued cooking, but was distraught. He had seen scars like Lavender had, he had given scars like Lavender had. He hung his head in shame, he didn't like remembering things like that.

S**t Lavender thought, quickly shoving her shirt down, trying desperately to force the memory of how she’d gotten that out of her head. It was the first time she’d tried to escape from the Faerie cult. They’d caught her, and in punishment had heated up a pot, put a savage rat in it, and pressed to pot to her stomach so that the only was the rat could escape was to eat through her. The leader had saved her at the last moment, and had sawed off her left foot slowly so that she wouldn’t try again. Lavender shuddered, shifting onto her stolen cyborg foot.

Asura blinked, not sure what to say. He didn't know if saying something would make her upset. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, his brow furrowed. After a few moments, he mumbled, "Sorry…"

Lavender furrowed her brow. Sorry? For what? She blinked, moving to sit down, but her satchel tipped, and the egg fell out. Lunging forward, she just managed to catch it, cradling it to her chest.

Asura refused to look at her. "I misjudged you," he said.

Lavender was taken a back as she held the precious egg to her heart. “What do you mean?”, she asked, strangely touched. “Me too I guess.”

"I forget that humans have emotions too sometimes," he admitted.

Lavender walked over and sat down next to him. “And ai forgot how big my pride can be.” She slipped the small egg into her satchel again, pulling out her (stolen and hacked) phone and headphones. “Do they have music down in hell?”, she asked with a grin.