The Last Humans and Their Sins (RP) {Members Only}

Ooc: I wouldn't mind doing a post about walking into the kitchen to help with cooking, but if you really want to wait for humiliate

I guess I'll help with cooking...

Jasper sat with his legs crossed in his quaint little room. He took a sip at the cream in his tea and admired small details of the room from the choosing of the colors on the wall to the types of flowers found in the vase along the dresser.

Jasper took another sip and looked out the window at the garden he had awoken in and the darkness that was gloomily blanketing the gates outside.

It had been a few days since he had arrived and he had felt welcomed by all of the new faces, they were in similar situations as him, waking up in this place with little memory of their pasts. Jasper smiled at the thought of meeting them formally, he had shaken hands with all and introduced himself, but he wanted to know more. Who knows how long they would be here after all. Jasper, despite sharing the room with her, still knew little of his room mate who slept in the bed beside him.

[align=right][font=georgia] Aromas wafting into the air, herbs carefully being mixed to create a distinct flavor, colorful mugs of different beverages, all lined up on the table placed on their respective beverage coasters, with names of every resident carefully embroidered upon, windows being opened, letting the fresh spring breeze circulate through the room, the sound of animals faintly making their own symphony in the background…

This whole setting, it was simply a utopia for Guinevere.

Her sterling blue eyes swished to the doorway where a resident of theirs whom exhibited incredible diligence, Hatarakimono Kinben, had begun to cook this morning's main dish and another girl who she deemed to be a kindred soul, Fiedlite Huanle. She still remembered how puzzled she was at hearing such incredibly rare and exotic names, names that she had never heard before despite having served numerous men of different countries. Cheerfully, she greeted both the boy and girl a good morning as well, and peeked just a little bit to get a better glimpse at what he was doing before she returned to her own duties.

She had to be quiet and discreet when she was cooking as she didn't want to disturb the others who still stayed in their beds, asleep and still waiting for the noon's sun to peek through their windows and shine light in their own rooms.

Waking them up with the clanging if metal and the loud noise that would echo throughout the house would wake up some of the lighter sleepers, and she didn't want to know the consequences of disturbing anyone.

But at least at this morning, she would have a lot of time to prepare the dishes to be served later on.

Before she did anything, she washed her hands, for the sake of hygiene because even she wouldn't want to eat food made by people who didn't take the courtesy to at least do that.

Since the Fiedlite had already made an assortment of food, like roasted quail and eggs and the boy had begun preparing the meat, which continued to sizzle on the pan, she might as well make some salad, rice, and frankfurters, because she felt that no breakfast of her would be complete without a dish of Germany, or at least she assumed it to be from Germany.

Guinevere situated herself away from the others, going to her own position as she began to multi-task, simply out of a habit that she had developed, working as a maid under the Ivanov's.

Morning was usually the busiest time of the day, since the young master had the tendency to demand a lot during those bright mornings, making many orders for the maids of the house to fulfill, but nevertheless, Guinevere still misses the hustle bustle that was made and the bond of harmony she shared with the other maids who struggled to please the young master they served, the young master that had snatched what she loves away from her.

The memory had almost made her forget and blank out as she absently began to already toss the vegetables whilst she gradually poured some of the French dressing she had created herself, using vinegar and herbs, such as basil and oregano, for the flavor, and that the rice cooker on the side had already dinged in the background.

After both things had been checked out from her list of things to do, she began to fry the frankfurters on the pan, which had been a bit difficult since the boy had simultaneously been using it as she did, but the stove had been large enough to accommodate them both, just like the stoves all the maids had harmoniously been cooking at, careful and mindful of each other's elbows.

Once her own dishes had been done, she placed them on the dining table, although she did take some time to at least make them look presentable before retreating back to the kitchen, with a smile on her face to show her satisfaction as she inhaled the numerous scents of dishes that filled the dining room behind her.

She was definitely taking some roasted quail, and maybe give some compliments to the chef to finally break the ice that forced all these people to stay quiet whenever they dined. Just by listening to the noise, which seemed to be non-existent in those moments, it was easy to tell that they were still uneasy and uncomfortable in living with complete strangers whom they had only met recently.

She knew those faces the most, having been the one who had stayed here for the longest time, as she had witnessed these people, coming in from the gates, that they looked utterly confused, or just plainly didn't care about what had just happened.

[Can Kazuki and Kouki suddenly come in like they were new? If not, then they're just sleeping.]

Ooc: ... Can I have your autograph?

Ic: Vishnal arrived into his room, the colors closing around him like a forest. He let out a sigh and laid on the bed it felt as soft as the petals he arrived in and began to think about his new life. Vishnal was convinced he was dead, a heart attack in his sleep or some kind of other painless death. Now he got his wish and was with people just like him, who were brought together in this mansion to do nothing more but leisure themselves. Vishnal was the last to arrive apparently and was stuck in this bright leafy room, he did not complain much about environment he just wished it wasn't so bright. Vishnal closed his eyes, he wondered if he could still sleep, still dream in death. I guess there was no better way to find out than to try.

Bryan was walking trough the hallway with a confident stance and a wide cocky smile on his face. Everybody in the mansion was doing their own thing and he didin't really wanted to bother himself with making new friends. Who was more important then him anyways? If anything, somebody should approach him. Then again, who was even worth his time? Dinner would be ready soon so he was thinking of a way to kill some time. Taking a bath would cost too much time and he wasn't sure if he had long enough to train. It wasn't much longer until he decided to hang around in the lounge. Perhaps there was somebody to chat with.

Ooc: Sure, sounds good. Although I have to be a ass to everyone at first.

Ic: Bryan raised his head curiously as he saw the girl approaching. The grine on his face grew wider after that. He jumped off the bench and stood uncomfortably close to the girl. He was about one head taller then her and looked down on her with a mischievous smile on his face. "Well well well. Kindness, huh? Did you came here to praise me, or did you come here to see if the rumors about my awesomeness is true?"

Bryan acted like he didin't cared about Aya's remark, but there was a glimpse of anger to be seen in his eyes. He took a bow and with a way too evil laugh he said: "I'm not just any sin. I'm the worst of them all. Pride, and don't you dare forget it. Although, how could you? It wouldn't be a suprised if you couldn't stop thinking about me at all." the boy said, laying a hand on his chest while one of his most evil smile appeared on his face. "So kindness, tell me, what do you like the most about me? Hmm? Don't try to deny it. I can see the glimpse of interest in your eyes. Are it my devilish good Looks, my beautiful smile or the dangerous aura around me?" The boy asked, obviously trying to make Aya feel even more uncomfortable.

ooc: I hope others will come online soon or else we'd be flooding them like crazy XD

"Geez, I didin't knew kindness could be such a bitch." Bryan replied with a annoyed expression. What he actually wanted to do was to attack and kill her this very moment for giving a kick into his pride, but it would only lead to more complications. Besides, there was no pride in attacking a unarmed opponents.... And especially not a girl with the virtue kindness "Of course I'm the worst sin. Mine can lead to all the others. And it doesn't matter how much you beat or humiliate somebody, the only sin that never be lost is pride. Now tell me, isn't it just much easier to give into pride and be a dick to everyone? What good does being nice to people do?"