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trans_92011-01-18 11:47 pm
everdistant_utopia) wrote in trans_92011-01-18 11:47 pm
A Food-Lover's Personal Hell [Open]
When she made her contract with Alaya -- the part of the world that governed humanity -- the girl known to history as the King of Knights had understood that it would involve certain sacrifices. She had been pleasantly surprised to learn that in eras well into the future of her own, good food would not be among them. In fact, the cooks -- she was hard-pressed to call them that -- of her own time were so terrible that she had wondered if food was merely a form of punishment. It was only after she had been summoned as the Servant Saber in the Fourth War for the Holy Grail that she had been awakened to a new reality: eating could be a pleasurable experience. That is, if the food was pleasant to the taste.
Whatever this 'food' was that was foisted upon her was decidedly not pleasant by any stretch of the imagination.
It did not seem to be an unreasonable thing: the little blonde was not especially picky about food as long as it tasted good. A simple but tasty (and large) meal was far preferable to a fancy but bland (and small) one. The indecipherable mass she was served was the worst of all worlds: unidentifiable, small... but worst of all, tasteless.
She accepted her 'meal' with her usual impassive expression, seating herself in silence. Yet, she made no move to begin eating, staring at the slop with no change in her stony mask. However, those sensitive to supernatural phenomenon -- or even those who were simply observant -- would most certainly feel the heavy weight of a killing aura surrounding the otherwise proper and elegant young girl as she sat in morose silence.
Whatever this 'food' was that was foisted upon her was decidedly not pleasant by any stretch of the imagination.
It did not seem to be an unreasonable thing: the little blonde was not especially picky about food as long as it tasted good. A simple but tasty (and large) meal was far preferable to a fancy but bland (and small) one. The indecipherable mass she was served was the worst of all worlds: unidentifiable, small... but worst of all, tasteless.
She accepted her 'meal' with her usual impassive expression, seating herself in silence. Yet, she made no move to begin eating, staring at the slop with no change in her stony mask. However, those sensitive to supernatural phenomenon -- or even those who were simply observant -- would most certainly feel the heavy weight of a killing aura surrounding the otherwise proper and elegant young girl as she sat in morose silence.
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If it truly came down to ingesting prana, Saber would have preferred swallowing one of the gemstones one of her enemies' Masters imbued. At least she would not have to taste a ruby.
But she had her pride, and with as much regal grace as she could manage under the circumstances, she lifted her spoon to her mouth and took a bite. The twitching of a blonde eyebrow was the only indicator that she was suppressing her deep desire to get up and have a few meaningful words with the 'cook'.
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So, steeling herself, she dipped her spoon into the goop, and brought it to her mouth. Hesitating for a moment, she put it in her mouth, and immediately had to fight the urge to gag. She chewed the food quickly, and swallowed with haste.
"I wonder if they cooked the slime."
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The larger problem, however, was the lack of prana. If there was any, she did not immediately feel it. "Was this truly intended with an individual's requirements in mind? I do not feel as if I have eaten anything."
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"While I must admit that the food of my homeland was terrible, even that much would be preferable."