Post by Ruhe Krieger on Oct 8, 2021 1:05:14 GMT -5
There were times when you wanted to escape from the horrors of training, or at least, that was true for Ruhe. Being a private in the Vandenreich was grueling, depressing, and there were many expectations out there. To be zealous for the emperor and believe in him undoubtedly as a God of which all Quincy receive not just their powers but protection. There was the desire to be fierce and ruthless to those not within their community and opposed them, but at times also welcoming to those that do in a sort of societal clique. There was the expectation to meet the needs and orders of those called superiors, lest they kill you at a moment's notice or whim. Granted, they may do so anyways.
Ruhe's expectation today was to make a long time favorite treat from Germany, because she missed it, and frankly, she didn't know how, but one way or another, she wound up becoming a vendor for Spaghett Ice. Ruhe enjoyed sweets, a luxury she had lacked for the better part of a year whilst living in the ruins of Cochem, and had lost a taste for strong artificial flavors. She loved the ripe strawberries of that area, their rich sweetness, but she had always, always imagined they would taste best while cold.
Thus started Ruhe's exploration. The hunt for the strawberries was easy enough. Heading through the shadow to buy chocolate and coffee cracker straws was easy enough, and the cheese, and cream, and milk. From there, the little girl found herself indulging in her snack and felt her cheeks blush and tinge pink at the taste of strawberry preserve, and the creamy cheesy goodness she hadn't had in so long. She cried when she ate it, but now, here she was in Silbern's general quarters sitting at a white desk selling icecream.
Three euro for a bowl of spaghett ice. It was getting hot, and that was true, at least in the world of the living. If one didn't want strawberries, then raspberries were an option, and if not that, then blueberries, and if not that, then just plain was fine. There were always those people that didn't like fruit, and as the little blonde haired child sat in her chair, her feet lightly kicked back and forth as she nodded her head at the occasional customer that came to order. The hand crank made the icecream come out in the fun noodle like shape, and everyone enjoyed a cheesecake icecream.
Right?
A sign rests at the base of this table with a childish drawing of spaghetti with grated cheese falling atop it, with the call of, "Spaghett Ice. Fresh picked berries and easy to eat. Emperor approved." One may imagine the chibi Ruhe on the corner of the drawing giving a teary tired expression, covered in the strawberry preserve. Hopefully, it would be up to snuff, because Ruhe's personal belief was there was no excuse to not enjoy a bowl of icecream. Well...unless you were lactose intolerant.
Ruhe's expectation today was to make a long time favorite treat from Germany, because she missed it, and frankly, she didn't know how, but one way or another, she wound up becoming a vendor for Spaghett Ice. Ruhe enjoyed sweets, a luxury she had lacked for the better part of a year whilst living in the ruins of Cochem, and had lost a taste for strong artificial flavors. She loved the ripe strawberries of that area, their rich sweetness, but she had always, always imagined they would taste best while cold.
Thus started Ruhe's exploration. The hunt for the strawberries was easy enough. Heading through the shadow to buy chocolate and coffee cracker straws was easy enough, and the cheese, and cream, and milk. From there, the little girl found herself indulging in her snack and felt her cheeks blush and tinge pink at the taste of strawberry preserve, and the creamy cheesy goodness she hadn't had in so long. She cried when she ate it, but now, here she was in Silbern's general quarters sitting at a white desk selling icecream.
Three euro for a bowl of spaghett ice. It was getting hot, and that was true, at least in the world of the living. If one didn't want strawberries, then raspberries were an option, and if not that, then blueberries, and if not that, then just plain was fine. There were always those people that didn't like fruit, and as the little blonde haired child sat in her chair, her feet lightly kicked back and forth as she nodded her head at the occasional customer that came to order. The hand crank made the icecream come out in the fun noodle like shape, and everyone enjoyed a cheesecake icecream.
Right?
A sign rests at the base of this table with a childish drawing of spaghetti with grated cheese falling atop it, with the call of, "Spaghett Ice. Fresh picked berries and easy to eat. Emperor approved." One may imagine the chibi Ruhe on the corner of the drawing giving a teary tired expression, covered in the strawberry preserve. Hopefully, it would be up to snuff, because Ruhe's personal belief was there was no excuse to not enjoy a bowl of icecream. Well...unless you were lactose intolerant.