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Post by Zaku on May 13, 2009 21:48:52 GMT -5
He chuckles.
"You'll find out."
He takes his hand away from his face.
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Post by Christi on May 13, 2009 21:50:29 GMT -5
Ilia vaguely wondered if that should worry her at all, deciding she'd have to leave it up to experience to see what he meant. "Well, there's still a bit to see so I should probably continue on. It was a pleasure meeting you," She said with a smile.
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Post by Zaku on May 13, 2009 21:52:05 GMT -5
He smiles and waves at her.
"I hope you adjust well. Have a nice day."
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Post by Christi on May 13, 2009 21:53:45 GMT -5
"Thank you. I hope you have a nice day as well," Ilia said cheerfully in farewell before leaving the store to continue on to the next one.
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Post by Zaku on May 13, 2009 21:55:12 GMT -5
The next closest store is the bakery. Which is right next door.
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Post by Christi on May 13, 2009 21:56:25 GMT -5
Ilia headed into the bakery, curious to see if they had the same pastries as back in the city or whether they were completely different.
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Post by Zaku on May 13, 2009 21:58:58 GMT -5
She finds behind glass plenty of freshly baked bread as well as some of the most delicious looking pastries she has ever seen. There does not seem to be anyone manning the front desk. But she can hear a curious thudding noise coming from the door behind the counter.
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Post by Christi on May 13, 2009 21:59:54 GMT -5
Ilia paused from checking out what the bakery had to offer to peer curiously at the door, wondering what the thudding sound was.
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Post by Zaku on May 13, 2009 22:07:30 GMT -5
The door suddenly bursts open and a mountain of dough bursts from the back room spilling out. She can see a girls head poking out from the dough. She has a bakers hat on and pink hair with pig tails. She seems to be about 17 or 18 years old. She bites and chews at the dough pulling herself free from the dough. The dough continues to pour out as she runs to the wall. There is a fire hose on the wall behind the glass with the words "Break in event of pastry rebellion" written on the glass. She breaks it grabs the hose and turns it on. The pressure slams her against the wall, but the water starts to push back the dough.
She yells "I cannot be defeated by mere muffins!"
She slowly starts towards the back room and the retreating dough. She looks at Ilia cheerfully.
"I'll be with you in a minute."
She heads into the back room with the hose still squirting a torrent of water.
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Post by Christi on May 13, 2009 22:10:21 GMT -5
Ilia sweat-dropped, figuring that this must be what Erik had meant. Thought she had to admit, that was the first time she'd ever seen so much dough at once.
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Post by Zaku on May 13, 2009 22:12:28 GMT -5
She eventually comes out covered in water and dough. She walks up to the counter. She seems to be a bit short at 5'3 or 5'4 so she steps on a small stool to be higher above the counter.
She smiles. "Yes what can I do for you today?"
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Post by Christi on May 13, 2009 22:14:20 GMT -5
"I, uhm, actually, I just moved here so I'm getting to know the area a bit and introduce myself... if you're busy at the moment, I could always drop by later," Ilia said politely, already starting to wonder what else she was going to run into in this village.
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Post by Zaku on May 13, 2009 22:16:41 GMT -5
"Oh I'm not busy. I'm Ellie. The last in the line of great bakers." She tilts her head smiling. "Nice to meet'cha."
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Post by Christi on May 13, 2009 22:17:50 GMT -5
"Ah. I'm Ilia," Ilia replied with a smile.
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Post by Zaku on May 13, 2009 22:23:23 GMT -5
She smiles. "Welcome to Ellie's bakery home to the most delicious snacks in town." She holds up a plate with a delicious looking pastry to demonstrate. The plate breaks in half from the weight of the pastry and slams into the glass counter like a brick shattering the glass all the way down to the floor causing the shelves to collapse. The pasties all fall and bust up the glass even more. Appearently they where so stale the had the composition of a cinder block in an ultra condensed form. Ellie puts her hands in front of her mouth in sheer shock.
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