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capeandcowllogs2013-11-29 10:18 pm
foreshadower) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-11-29 10:18 pm
We chased our pleasures here
WHO: SHADE and YOU
WHERE: Around the City!
WHEN: UHH The week of 11/30 - 12/06
WARNINGS: None likely!
SUMMARY: Classy gents moving around the City like the classy gents that they are!
FORMAT: Tagger's choice!
[A]
[ Frequenting farmer's markets and local butchers was a pastime of the Shade's. It shouldn't be surprising, really, considering how often he was found eating in public. Even when he was there he was often purchasing food to eat as he walked -- sauntered -- through the aisles, almost like a bazaar, half the time. And when he was visiting butchers, it was the other way around, he engaged with them, asked questions, sampled the cuts, and purchased with the eye of an expert gourmet. His voice was always low, but excited, calm and chill, even while he discussed the positives and negatives of the different foods he selected.
They always seemed to like the odd gentleman, when he was around, even if he did only sample the local foods. If Shade wanted something that wasn't grown locally, after all, he just took it from somewhere a little closer. Why bother with shipping when you could walk from one land to another, after all?
The Shade was something of a spoiled man, after all. He didn't think he could live if he couldn't operate the way he did. ]
[B]
[ Although he also haunted other places as well, the museums were a favorite, although there was often a look on his face, like he was thinking. Even if he were retired, he often couldn't help but think about how easy it would be to simply take what he wanted. Oh, was that a Renoir? A fine one at that, too. He could take it easily, was the thing. Temptation was great when you could simply come in the dead of night and simply take it, and not worry about the consequences.
To be a supervillain again.
The worst part was, there was nobody quite like the Flash for him to stand against, and taking a few pretties was only going to go so far. He could take and take, but what good would it do? Something to hang on his walls again? He could simply order something, but it was hardly the same, now was it? It was, at the end of the day, terribly depressing.
But he would live, even as he walked pristine halls and admired works of painters he may or may not have met at some point. ]
[C]
[ Then, of course, there was the damn bar. The bar that Cross had left him, that Shade had no place owning or running. Which meant that he often came and drank, and that the place had taken on an air of extreme class in the time since Cross had left, but Shade barely had anything to do with it. If anything, he owned it, but there was someone else running the damn place. Which was for the best, honestly. Shade was hardly an interested paty. It wasn't like he needed money, either. He practically lived to laze around, after all.
So some evenings, he was found lounging on one of the booths, a glass of his most expensive wine in hand, chatting with whomever came by, and the bar was starting to get quite the collection of usuals. Artists, writers, the sort that were painfully pretentious, and yet Shade truly enjoyed their company, as he chatted, or mingled.
It was good, to get him out and around people, he knew. It reminded him that he was still at least a little human. ]
[D]
[ Free Space! ]
WHERE: Around the City!
WHEN: UHH The week of 11/30 - 12/06
WARNINGS: None likely!
SUMMARY: Classy gents moving around the City like the classy gents that they are!
FORMAT: Tagger's choice!
[A]
[ Frequenting farmer's markets and local butchers was a pastime of the Shade's. It shouldn't be surprising, really, considering how often he was found eating in public. Even when he was there he was often purchasing food to eat as he walked -- sauntered -- through the aisles, almost like a bazaar, half the time. And when he was visiting butchers, it was the other way around, he engaged with them, asked questions, sampled the cuts, and purchased with the eye of an expert gourmet. His voice was always low, but excited, calm and chill, even while he discussed the positives and negatives of the different foods he selected.
They always seemed to like the odd gentleman, when he was around, even if he did only sample the local foods. If Shade wanted something that wasn't grown locally, after all, he just took it from somewhere a little closer. Why bother with shipping when you could walk from one land to another, after all?
The Shade was something of a spoiled man, after all. He didn't think he could live if he couldn't operate the way he did. ]
[B]
[ Although he also haunted other places as well, the museums were a favorite, although there was often a look on his face, like he was thinking. Even if he were retired, he often couldn't help but think about how easy it would be to simply take what he wanted. Oh, was that a Renoir? A fine one at that, too. He could take it easily, was the thing. Temptation was great when you could simply come in the dead of night and simply take it, and not worry about the consequences.
To be a supervillain again.
The worst part was, there was nobody quite like the Flash for him to stand against, and taking a few pretties was only going to go so far. He could take and take, but what good would it do? Something to hang on his walls again? He could simply order something, but it was hardly the same, now was it? It was, at the end of the day, terribly depressing.
But he would live, even as he walked pristine halls and admired works of painters he may or may not have met at some point. ]
[C]
[ Then, of course, there was the damn bar. The bar that Cross had left him, that Shade had no place owning or running. Which meant that he often came and drank, and that the place had taken on an air of extreme class in the time since Cross had left, but Shade barely had anything to do with it. If anything, he owned it, but there was someone else running the damn place. Which was for the best, honestly. Shade was hardly an interested paty. It wasn't like he needed money, either. He practically lived to laze around, after all.
So some evenings, he was found lounging on one of the booths, a glass of his most expensive wine in hand, chatting with whomever came by, and the bar was starting to get quite the collection of usuals. Artists, writers, the sort that were painfully pretentious, and yet Shade truly enjoyed their company, as he chatted, or mingled.
It was good, to get him out and around people, he knew. It reminded him that he was still at least a little human. ]
[D]
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I find that when you understand the food, you come to appreciate the complexity that comes with each flavor.
[ He paused, before tipping his head, as if he's amused by a thought. ]
And honestly, there are evenings when a night in would be accompanied best by something a bit closer to home, and nobody quite makes pork pie the way I enjoy it.
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Of course.
[ If they aren't allowed back home just yet, they can always attempt to have a piece of it here. ]
Are you self-taught?
[ Shade strikes Gil as the kind of person from nobility and/or wealth, but perhaps that isn't the case. ]
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[ And being a bachelor in the days he'd grown in, it was important to learn how to cook. He'd never been particularly rich, more of the intellectual vein in his day, but he'd had some money. Enough that he hadn't had to particularly worry too much about where his meals were coming from.
It had been a luxury, in those days. When the soot and filth of London could blanket everything, where people lived out in the cold, and men like he and Dickens were comfortable in their beds and hot meals and full bellies. ]
Eventually, I took to learning what others had to teach. They have a lot of knowledge to spread around, but often a few kind words can bring more knowledge than a few dollars.
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You ... were human once?
[ He's still uncertain what Shade is, after all this time. ]
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[ It was something of a rhetorical question, he knew. There had been plenty of things that even Shade had seen that had never been human. ]
But yes, I was once human, a few centuries ago.
[ Of course, Gilbert may not know what Shade was, but even Shade didn't really know what he was. A creature of shadows, but what beyond that? There was hardly a bestiary that covered this. ]
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[ Nope, the surprises never end with Shade. ]
Even though the world I come from likely differs from yours and everyone else's, it's possible for something nonhuman to take a human shape.
[ Like Alice, but she had once been human herself, not unlike Shade. ]
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[ The Picture of Dorian Gray, as his dear friend titled it. ]
The fact that they look human is hardly the most terrifying thing in the universe, I can assure you.
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[ He's almost certain he's heard of such a story before, but in fiction, not history.
His comment gives pause. Alice's appearance had greatly disturbed him for a long time. She had been nothing more than a parasite, stealing his precious master away, and she "dared" to take the form of an innocent, young girl. How wrong he was proven down the line. ]
I suppose a physical form isn't always what makes something frightening either.
[ HABIT. ]
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[ He shook his head, but understood what Gilbert meant by that well enough. After all, physical form hadn't been what Culp had, in a way, or at least, he hadn't had his own.
Insidious and terrifying, even when working inside of Shade. ]
The form is just the form. It's what makes the being that you really have to watch out for...rather, who or what they really want.
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He does pause for about a second, listening to Shade's warning. ]
... I know.
[ But he's often caught blindsided anyhow. ]
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[ He laughed softly, and started selecting a few more. Perhaps he would cook for someone else, tonight, he thought. ]
And yet...it does seem to keep happening, does it not?
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Anyway...
[ He decides to take one of the pumpkins. He can make something small, maybe a pie or cake. ]
Are you shopping for yourself? Or are there others living with you?
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[ He looked down at them, and watch Gilbert take one, his eyebrow quirking a bit curiously. ]
That one would make nearly anything you could imagine. You said you haven't baked with it before?
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I'm sure I could make something small with it. I wouldn't want to have too much pumpkin left over.
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[ Really, Gilbert, he was something of a foodie, if he were into blogging, he would likely run one.
Good thing he didn't. Ex-supervillains shouldn't have blogs. ]
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[ Never mind he has a small bad of pastries with him, but it's not for him. ]
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Sweetened for public consumption, yes? I will admit, a dessert that is well-made and filled with more than just sugar tends to taste better than whatever it is they're selling these days.
[ Shade waved a hand. One of the advantages to not having to eat was that he could choose to eat. Then again, he didn't really have to exert too much effort to show up at just the right bakery. ]
I know a few bakeries that do not overdo it, perhaps sometime I will show you where they are.
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Perhaps sometime I could take you there, if you're interested.
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Is it a long trip by train?
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It's quite the trip, to go there on your own, I'm afraid.
[ Poor Gilbert, but it wasn't like Shade was exactly helping him along by making it easy for him to figure out. ]
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Oh, I see. It's —
2/2
His head snaps in Shade's direction, the hairs on his neck rising. ]
Where is this place exactly?!
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France.
[ Said mildly, like it was no big thing to wake up and decide that he felt like French this morning. ]
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[ WHO TRAVELS ACROSS THE OCEAN FOR PASTRIES? ]
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