video; un: high.priest

[hymnals]

[Adra's in his little apartment kitchen when he broadcasts this, wearing an apron and presiding over several bowls of various ingredients--blueberries, strawberries, cream, sugar, eggs, flour, etc. His elf ears have shifted to the Cordis cat's--a slightly darker shade of blond than his hair and very fluffy. His long, cream-colored tail swishes about as he talks. His voice is as deep and booming as ever, but there's a brighter tone to it--strangely upbeat.]

Bal'a dash. I hope the evening finds you all well and warm. I just have a few quick words.

[He starts slicing a strawberry as he goes on.]

Many of you arrived here already gifted in the ways of magic. But I've met several others who have never had such powers before. I've seen confusion and anxiety due to this, and I want you all to know that I'd be glad to help, if I can.

[He twirls his flour-dusted finger, and a ribbon of sparkling Light dances around his hand.]

Though I've devoted myself to the priesthood in recent years, I was once a mage of some skill--had apprentices, even. If you need instruction or advice in the ways of magic, please don't hesitate to call on me.

[The Light fades as he bows his head slightly, his furry ears twitching.]

My name is Adrasteius, and I'm at your disposal.

Comments

[offshoots]

[he's in the middle of taking a bite of that tart and stops. he avoids battle when possible.

that... explains... a lot.]

Hey, you don't get to decide whether I think I owe you or not. Fact is, you've fed me the food from your table. Back in the day, people would kill for--

[for a piece of bread but those words die on his tongue.]

There has to be something. It's been twice now, Sir Priest.

[hymnals]

[Robin hardly needs to finish the thought. Poverty is still rampant everywhere--plenty of people in Silvermoon would kill for a crust of bread, too.

But Robin stops himself, so although Adra's giving him a serious look--eyebrows furrowed, jaw set--he just says:]

Well, when I'm around, they don't have to.

[Pause.]

As for you ... if you really feel like there's a debt here, then you can just be my assistant for a while.

[offshoots]

[Robin wants to make a smart comment like "what, do you plan on feeding the whole world?" but he's preoccupied with this tart and he doesn't talk with his mouth full.

most of the time.]

Your assistant? [he does talk once he's swallowed, sucking a bit of sweet stuff off his thumb.]

With what, exactly?

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[HE WOULD IF HE COULD!]

I'm an old man, and cooking is a lot of work. Gathering ingredients, prepping them, putting them together, cleaning up afterwards ...

[He shrugs.]

I could use some help, is all. Especially when it comes to getting the ingredients. So, I'd give you a few lists and some money and you'd go get everything for me. I'd feed you what I make, of course.

[offshoots]

[old man? an eyebrow raises at him but he figures it's similar to his own situation. born hundreds of years ago but something something Grails something something Servants.

or he ages really well. whatever the case, he doesn't look like an old man like Robin doesn't look like a 500+ year old Spirit.]

You want me to be your errand boy, you mean. [his tone takes on something flatter BUT in his MOON CYCLE MIND the concept of being fed is rather nice. what's a trip to a grocery store anyway? AND he doesn't have to use his own money.

it's not a bad deal, all things considered. sounds like community service, actually. the tip of his tail flicks back and forth.

then, he shrugs with an idle smile.]

Alright, sure. Why not? [sounds like a better version of being Servant and Master, in his opinion.]

Shall we shake on it, Sir Priest?

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[Adra thinks 'errand boy' ISN'T A VERY NICE WAY OF PUTTING IT, and he frowns at the notion.]

You're making it sound like I want you to do something trivial. Nothing about putting together a good meal is trivial.

[Nevertheless, he offers his hand. His palm, if taken, is (as always) unusually warm.]

I'm grateful.

[offshoots]

[perhaps Adra will learn Robin ISN'T VERY NICE TO HIMSELF.]

Well... you have a point about a good meal not being trivial.

[and he takes his hand, not saying anything about how warm it is but

not letting go immediately either at the small influx of Chroma he gets from the gesture.]

I wouldn't say that yet. I haven't done anything.