Testrun for crux_fleet!

[spearsurfing]

♛ 1 - Aimlessly Wandering

[The Teuberg is certainly as expansive as Eve had been told. An entire city inside a single ship? It seems quite amazing... although, Altera is surely much larger and more impressive, even if this place has technology that would put even Core to shame.

But the important fact is, the ship is very large. This is important because Eve is now hopelessly lost, and the regular civilians keep giving her dirty looks. It takes some time before she spies someone who looks a little more reasonable to approach.]

You. Right there. [She says this as she makes her approach, showing off how super polite and friendly she is, all while wearing the blankest of pokerfaces.] You will direct Eve to the 'apartments for new arrivals.'

♛ 2 - Fighting

[Why are you being attacked by ravenous cyborg raptors?? Shut up and stop questioning things.

Whether you're handling the situation on your own or not, a voice rises over the reptilian screeches and mechanical clicks.] Clear the way!

[Of raptors? Seems a little demanding—but no, actually, she means you should move out of the way because she's chucking a gigantic black spear in your direction.

Think fast!]

♛ 3 - "Cooking"

[For some unholy reason, you've agreed to let Eve cook for you. You poor, poor soul.

Well, when she finally brings it out it certainly looks fine... in fact, it appears to be a very high-class meal, complete with garnishes and three full courses. But there's something slightly off about the flavour.

Meanwhile, Eve is just sitting quietly off to the side. Though her expression is blank, the way she's staring intently suggests she wants to hear your opinion.]

♛ 4 - Wildcard

[???

I don't know, you tell me.]

Comments

[sterner]

[ ...'Best served warm', right... He's going to die warm if he digest things like this too much.

But in the end, Eve is a friend. A very dear friend, who expect him to taste her cooking. And Elsword doesn't do things like betraying a friend. The lord knight lets out a sigh. ]

Alright, I'll eat it. [ A soft pause as he positions his hand by the plate. ] -But at the very least, tell me what kind of ingredient you did put into this, Eve.

[ He's not doubting her, he's just... wary. ]

[spearsurfing]

If Eve told you, your bias could distort the results. [which could mean a lot of different things]

However... what Eve can say about it. It is not made from anything poisonous. In the unlikely scenario that the ingredients were not broken down properly, it won't kill you.

[That's... reassuring?]

[sterner]

[ That's goddamn reassuring, I'm tellin' ya.

He sighs for one final time. He's definitely in lose-lose situation now. But if he's going to lose, he'll going to lose fighting the battle. Thus, with a swift movement of his arm, he quickly grabs a bite and... tries... to savor every bite of it .

His face's color doesn't turn a little green from eating that. Totally. Since it turns into different shades of purples instead. ]

This is... [ While swallowing the food, he is somehow able to force himself to give Eve a faint thumbs up. ] ...Unique.

[ By that, he means that it's a little better than her usual one. ]

[spearsurfing]

...

You don't like it.

[For a moment, it's hard to tell if she's upset or angry or as neutral as her pokerface suggests... but then she sighs, pulling up a small holoscreen filled with text.]

Synthesizing the correct 'taste' is proving to be more difficult than Eve imagined... is there something I'm missing?

[sterner]

...Sorry, Eve. [ He really apologizes, but it's rather hard to apologize when your stomach is already filled with Lady knows what. ] Y'know, maybe your cooking just doesn't click to me. Maybe Raven could eat it.

[ Hey, Raven's tummy is practically made of rations and/or jerky, so he should be able to take this kind of monstrosity, right? As he casts a glance at the nasod, crimson irises reflect genuine sympathies at her effort. ]

Really, I'm not the best person to answer that kind of question. [ He only do alchemy foods kthxbye. ] But maybe I could help a little if you want.

[ Just don't expect too much of Els. He's a swordsman, not a cook himself. ]

[spearsurfing]

[There's another long silence as Eve mulls it over, scrolling down her screen of text. Making Raven eat something wasn't too difficult... but, that wasn't what she set out to do here. She wanted something that Elsword would approve of. Anyone else wouldn't suffice.

But would it really be alright, allowing him to see her process...?

She looks up at him with a serious expression.]

Elsword... will you promise to help Eve solve the equation of 'good taste'?

[sterner]

[ There's a small pause from Elsword's end as he blinks his eyes once, before they stares back at her again, the corners of his lips stretch into a subtle grin. ]

You don't need to ask that. [ Confidently, he pounces his own somewhat-sturdy chest. ] We're going to create the bestest taste ever, Eve.

[ THANK LADY NO MORE OF THIS WASTE. ]

[spearsurfing]

[She pauses again, then...

Another holoscreen pops up in front of Elsword this time, with a whole lot of fine print. It pretty much boils down to "I won't tell anyone the secrets of Eve's food production machine, what ingredients she uses, or refuse to eat it afterwards." There's no specified punishment for breaking the contract, but considering this is Eve that's... probably more worrisome than anything else on there.]

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