Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20150109051835/@comment-13593058-20150402031105

"First things first," Maroon instructed Edwin as she put on her pink baker's apron, "when making any kind of food, the most important thing is be fast and efficient."

The kitchen of the cafe was a clean white covered in steel appliances. It was not spacious, just enough room for Edwin to stand a safe distance without getting in Maroon's way. In front of them, a granite countertop was coldly placed with various pots and pans on top as well as various ingredients neatly measured into their individual containers.

"Now, watch." she chirped.

In a flurry of motions that mimiced the wings of a humming bird, she began her attack on the counter top. Putting flour, water, eggs, milk into what seems to be a globe. The room rustled in awe as a draft seemed to be generated in the process.

"That's the key," she yelled in the flurry,"fast and efficient."

The cake batter seemed to hover in the air as Maroon worked on it, adding more and more ingredients onto it. When she was satisfied, Maroon relinquished her assult and the globe of batter flowed slowly into a previously placed cake pan.

"Into the oven it goes!" she squeaked excitedly, "Now for the chocolate."

In a pot, on a stove right across from the counter top, was the melted chocolated Maroon prepares each morning. The aromatic smell of fresh yet bitter chocolate helped her and her employees wake up better than any caffinated beverage.

"I don't think you could do this at home," she placed a finger on her lips thoughtfully, "but you could-"

Suddenly, an audiable and deathening explosion echoed from the front of cafe.

"Oh no," Maroon chuckled,"deja vu."

A painful scream was heard seconds later. "Gaaaaaahh!" It was a man's voice.

"Ah, I guess my secret will have to wait. Do you mind checking that out for me? Might be a big mouse, and I need to finish things up in here, I'll go see that for myself in a minute."

Relunctantly, Edwin agreed.

Arriving on scene, the front of the cafe door had been blown off its hinges. Traces of a controlled charge was evident and a black crater had formed by the entrance. All the glass surrounding the cafe had shattered due to the shockwave and metal of the metal chairs and tables had been blown away.

Edwin looked around the counter and found a man wearing the same white coat that the people Carol dealt with had. He was missing his right arm all the way to his elbow, a sharp piece of bone stuck out and a river of blood drenched his cloths.

"What the fuck!" the man screamed, "Who the fuck arms a door with an explosive charge?!"

As Edwin went to reply, another voice cut interrupted.

"I don't know, but she sounds fuuun~" said the voice in a which-like tone.

By the crater, a tall slender woman with bleach white hair, wearing a black porcelaine mask and a black coat trimmed in red similar to the coat the injured man had stood, arms crossed and her head tilted in a posed look. Behind her, one could see she carried a long halberd like weaponon her back and a black stick of some sort on her waist.

"My, my, how troublesome, just for some silly old Dust. Even a squad of you peasants couldn't handle this." the witch continued. She then noticed Edwin by the counter.

"Oh, well hello." she chuckled menacingly, "you must be Edwin J. Chemist. Let's see... six foot one, one hundred and fifty pounds... eh, make that sixty, you're eating too much of that chocolate cake." she paused to laught at her own joke, "weapon is a transforming blunderblust claymore, a bomb on a stick really, but eh if that's your style." she reached for the weapon on her back, unclipped it from its holster and gave it a few swings. She gestured Edwin to follow her outside, "Well come on now puppy, you can't use that thing in there, and it'd be no fun just ripping you in half without a challenge.