#* & rising to the occasion — bakery verse .

[tewwor]

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 .

self indulgent setting where an overworked salaryman turns another new leaf and opens up a bakery.

vast array of pastries are sold with a special emphasis on select danish baked goods ( kajkage & fastelavnsboller our beloved ... ) & bread is to die for here.

a class on breadmaking is offered once near the end of every month!

the thought of ino working there is amusing to me, so he's puttering about in the background.

work starts around 5 and he does blare heavy metal until opening. yes, sometimes it's able to hear the music from outside.

[themaribatpit]

Saturday Challenge: Double Crossover

Written by: The Maribat Pit   Prompt: Double Crossover Rated: M rating just to be safe (sexual references, mostly because of some very unsavory things Lila thinks and implies about Marinette.) Marinette x Jason Phantom of the Opera (specifically Hush Jason, from 2020′s Death in the Family).

A/N (Maribat fangirl): There is going to be a lot of class salt, Lila salt and some heavy duty character bashing.  I’m going to be upfront, there’s characters being called harlots. A/N (DC fanboy): My S.O. and I pretty much did karaoke while writing this.

Paris, 1875. Marinette worked in her parents bakery, while she loved her family dearly, she was dissatisfied with her current lot in life. She wished to become a singer, and everyday as she walked in the streets of Paris to bring flour to the bakery, she would stop and stare at the Conservatoire de Paris. The enchanting music and singing could be heard even in the streets.

Listening to music always reminded her of her favourite fairy tale told by her father, the one about  ‘Angel of Music’. She would sit on the street across the Conservatoire, close her eyes and listen to the beautiful music emanating from it. Once she tried to sing along, but passersby would be swift to yell at her to stop. They described her voice sounding like a rusty hinge.

Upon her 15th birthday, her parents presented to her a once in a lifetime opportunity. They had presented her with an approved application to the Conservatoire, they had saved enough money for tuition and would be sending her there to chase her dreams as an opera singer. Marinette held her parents tightly, thanking them constantly for the amazing opportunity.

That night, Marinette was unable to sleep, she was beaming with energy and excitement. She could not believe how her luck was changing, how she would be going to the musical academy of her dreams.

The next morning however she would be in a nervous panic for her first day of lessons. Running about the home, getting prepared, packing her bags. She even forgot to eat breakfast, she ran out the door with a croissant in her mouth, much to the chagrin of her parents.

However, her dream academy soon became a waking nightmare to her. She would be tormented daily by all her peers, especially one Lila Rossi, the prima donna of the academy. Every professor would sneer at her low birth, and did nothing when the others tried to sabotage her standing at the Academy.  She tried to keep her head held high, even as everyone else looked down on her for being a baker’s daughter. Marinette ignored the comments and rumours about how she was able to attend the prestigious academy.  Rumours that she dared not repeat, about how she and her parents must be criminals if they were able to afford to send her to the academy.  

It wasn’t enough for her to be stuck in the chorus, Lila Rossi wanted to make sure her place as prima donna of the academy was ironclad. A couple of the teachers felt that she was growing more temperamental, more complacent, and their eyes began to wander for a dancer to take her place.  The other dancers were unwilling to take her place, all except for Marinette, who saw it as a shining opportunity.  For Lila, this simply would not stand.  

The one time Marinette found a pair of scissors that had been used to cut the laces on her pointe shoes.  The same scissors that were missing from her sewing box days earlier. She decided that the time had come to confront Lila once and for all.

Marinette confronted her just before rehearsals began, scissors in hand, in front of everyone.  “Is it true?” she called, everyone turned to look at them.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Lila gasped.  She looked down to see her wearing her worn out slippers, before looking back up at her face.  “You do know you’re meant to be wearing your toe shoes now, right? The show is in a few days.” she reminded her.

“I do,” she breathed, “I also know it was you, you’re the one who cut the laces on my pointe shoes.”

Lila gasped and stepped back, everyone else was shocked by the accusation. She looked away for a moment, and squeezed her eyes shut.  Marinette knew the trick well from their acting classes at the academy, she was getting ready to make it look like she was crying.  “Why? Why would you accuse me of something like this?” she made sure her voice wavered as she spoke, “what reason do I have to sabotage a background dancer’s shoes?”

Marinette knew she had lost the battle before it had even begun, every dancer would move to protect Lila and her crocodile tears.  Lila was the prima donna, the daughter of a diplomat, and she had the entire academy in the palm of her hand.  “Perhaps there was some mistake,” she muttered, walking away from her classmates rushing to defend Lila’s fake tears.  It was useless trying to explain that the scissors were stolen from her, and that this was an elaborate setup.  It was her word against Lila’s, as the directors tried to command the dancer’s attention, Marinette ran.  

Once again, she tried to keep her head held high, it wasn’t as if anyone would believe her when she told them about Lila’s machinations.   She made a habit of keeping her costumes and pointe shoes hidden.  On occasion bringing them home whenever she visited her parent’s bakery, somewhere that little saboteur would not even think to look for them.

Months later, tragedy struck again when she received a letter informing her that her parent’s bakery had been burned.  Her parents, her hopes, her dreams all burned to ash in one night.  It was made worse by the fact that one rehearsal, Lila snatched the letter out of her hands and read it aloud for the entire company of dancers and singers to hear.   She assumed that it would be some kind of love note, probably preparing to spread rumours about Marinette sneaking off into the night with a mystery lover.  Instead, Lila simply made a show of pitying Marinette, “poor thing, it’s worse than I thought.  Unless you can find a patron to support you, your days at the academy are going to be numbered.”

Just as the theatre managers had arrived, Marinette fled, keeping her head down as tears were welling up in her eyes and blurring her vision.  Since the day she arrived she had been mocked, humiliated, tormented simply so that one girl could have the adoration and sympathy of her fellow performers.  Through all the salacious rumours and lies, she tried her best to ignore them and carry herself through it all.  The loss of her parents, their bakery, and now Marinette’s hopes and dreams, it was all too much to bear.  

Marinette ran to an empty music room to cry her heart out, she sat right against the wall, knees curled up to her chest and sobbed into her legs. In this state of absolute despair, she began to sing a song of her favourite fairy tale that her father would sing to her whenever she had a nightmare.  She sang a soft, painful prayer for the Angel of Music and a farewell to her lost parents. “Think of me, think of me fondly, when we say goodbye…”, her singing was hoarse, off key, full of sorrow.

The more she sang, the harder she cried. Soon to the point that she could not complete the song. However, a disembodied voice sang the remaining verse for her. Marinette paused from her crying to look for the voice, it felt as if it came from everywhere and nowhere. It was hypnotising, elegant, enchanting. She walked out of the music room to try to find the source of the singing.

“Come to me, Angel of Music.” The voice sang, in a smooth tenor voice, luring Marinette as if she was a moth attracted to a flame. The voice led her to a musical hall, reserved only for the academy’s annual showcase. She turned the door knob, to her surprise, the door was unlocked. She peeked her head through the door to see a cloaked figure playing the organ, the source of the enchanting voice. “Insolent girl, this slave of fashion. Basking in your glory.” The figure angrily sang “Ignorant fool, this prima donna.”

“Angel of Music, is that you?” Marinette tentatively asked the figure. The figure stopped playing, and turned around to face her. Marinette was taken aback by the figure, he was a tall man, wearing a red mask on the left side of his face. Another distinctive feature other than his magnificent voice was the white streak of hair and piercing green eyes.

“You are unlike any of the fools in this academy. You did not join this academy for fame or fortune. No, you came here because of your love of music.” The figure told her. He took a deep breath and composed himself, straightening his jacket. Then he raised an arm, reaching out to Marinette. “I am your Angel of Music, come to me Angel of Music.”  Marinette walks forward and accepts the Angel’s hand, thus beginning their first musical lesson together.

Marinette’s talent and ability in music skyrocketed with her extra-curricular lessons.   Her mysterious patron was also the one continuing to fund her education at the academy.  Meanwhile, no one else had the time to spread rumours about Marinette, not when there were rumours of a ghost haunting the Conservatoire.  

Unbeknownst to Marinette, she was the key to establishing control over a very profitable endeavour for her mysterious patron. The managers were being extorted to the tune of 20,000 francs and requested that box five remain open.  This money was nothing to them, especially when the sons and daughters of the wealthy and powerful were attending.  Very few had seen Jason’s face, and if they did, they would draw back in fear.   It was the result of a boyhood accident that left him changed and altered in more ways than one.  Taking control of the Conservatoire was merely the first step in taking control of an entire city.  This girl, Marinette, was the key to captivating their attention.  She would hold their attention and adoration as the rising star of the academy, drawing their eyes away from his growing influence and power.  Using talents and potential that they had cast aside, twisting their own hubris against them.  

Months later, everyone in the academy worked towards its annual showcase for its patrons, the nobility and all family members of its students. Lila had grown bored of tormenting Marinette, and had moved on to other victims.  She had her other dancers and singers wrapped around her little finger, and all eyes would be on her at the annual showcase.  

At last the day of the annual showcase had arrived, Lila sat at her personal preparation room, after all she would be the star of the show. She walked over to her wardrobe and opened it, she then screamed in horror to see her dress tattered and in pieces.

In the days leading to the showcase the Director of Conservatoire de Paris had received threatening letters demanding 20,000 Francs, box 5 to remain vacant and worse of all to replace Lila Rossi with some baker’s daughter. Director Bourgeois scoffed at the threats, tossing the letter away.

The next day during the rehearsal for one of the ballet numbers, students and teachers paid no mind to the threats that were outlined in the letter. Until one of the dancers looked up and gasped in horror. The other dancers looked up to find the stagehand hanging from the rafters. The theatre soon bursts into screams of fear as they all see the dead body of the stagehand.   Director Bourgeois ordered all faculty members and students present to remain silent of the murder. This prestigious institution could not afford such a scandal this close to such an important showcase. As the Director inspected the body, he found a letter titled to him attached to the corpse of a stagehand.

Director Bourgeois read the second letter with shaky hands, it read “Monsieur Bourgeois, good day to you. It seems you did not take my threat seriously. I present to you this corpse to show my sincerity. I see you have a young daughter, pray that no harm would befall her. I shall reiterate my demands, 20,000 francs, box five remain vacant and Mademoiselle Marinette shall replace the harlot Lila Rossi.”

Director Bourgeois collapsed into his chair, wiping his sweat. Until he heard a scream from outside his office. He ran out as fast as he could to see Lila Rossi confronting Marinette. Crocodile tears flowed from Lila’s eyes as she accused Marinette of sabotage, purposefully doing so in front of the Director's office.  

“How could you Marinette?” Lila wailed, “Whatever your reasons, how could you do this to me? To the Conservatoire?”

Marinette merely said “Lila, don’t you stay in a private room with guards patrolling the hallway outside?” She shrugs, “I was in my dormitory last night. Besides, how could anyone sneak into your room at night, unless they were a phantom?”

Director Bourgeois goes pale at Marinette’s implication, he had to intervene quickly, before the situation got worse. He attempted to placate Lila, “Now now mademoiselles, I can’t punish anybody unless we have solid evidence. As the saying goes ‘the show must go on.’ Signora Rossi, as you are currently unable to perform, I’m afraid Mademoiselle Marinette will have to take your place.”

Marinette’s eyes widened at the offer given to her, she could not believe it. Director Bourgeois himself offered her the star role for this year’s showcase. It is all as her Angel of Music said would happen. She accepted the role wholeheartedly and thanked the director profusely, she skipped back to the musical hall to begin rehearsals, now as the main lead.

Lila’s jaw dropped to see the director siding against her, how he gave away her role to that peasant without any hesitation. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, she stomped her way back to her bedroom to begin scheming the ultimate humiliation for Marinette. She was so distracted with her rage, she had not noticed a shadowy figure following her.

Lila planned to show the entire Opera house just who Marinette was, little more than a filthy peasant who got lucky.  She was supposed to have packed her bags and left months ago, after her parents and their pathetic little bakery burned down.  “This Opera Phantom had a lot of nerve calling me a harlot, when Marinette is probably his little harlot.” she muttered harshly in the darkness.  She searched the costume room for the lead actress’ dress, a long flowing gown that brushed against the floor.  It was made with the finest fabrics that money could buy, it almost broke Lila’s heart to sabotage it.  She would rather die than see it worn by some peasant girl, a pretender, a talentless sham of a performer.  Before she can lay hand on the dress to destroy it, a gloved hand reaches out and grabs her by the wrist.  A voice interrupts her, “What do you think you are doing with that?”

Lila slowly turns around to see a grotesque figure staring at her.  In the candlelight, she was horrified by the person she saw. The left half of his face was severely burned, almost completely disfigured. His bright green eyes flared with a fury that genuinely terrified Lila as the figure glared at her. She immediately drops everything and screams, as she runs out the door as fast as her legs would carry her, wailing and screaming how the ghost is trying to kill her. “He’s there, the Phantom of the Opera!” she wails as he chases her down. The Phantom pursues his prey. Just as Lila runs around a corner, the ghost is there waiting for her. She gives another horrified scream, falling to the floor and trying to crawl in the opposite direction. “No no no, please don't kill me!” She begged as tears blurred her vision.

Her howls and pleas of mercy attract nearby students, teachers and guards. They all arrive to see Lila screaming like a maniac on the floor, alone and raving about some ghost hunting her down. “The ghost is real! He is real I tell you! He’s going to kill me!” she sobbed. As Lila was being escorted out of the academy, gossip spread like wildfire. Within hours everyone would be talking about how Lila had lost all of her sanity because of the ghost.

They had no other choice at that moment, the show had to go on.  If they wanted the night to go smoothly, with no one noticing anything strange or peculiar, they had to meet the Phantom’s demands.  Marinette stood there, centre stage, with all of Paris’ most influential in the audience. She began to sing her show stopping aria.  

As she glided across the stage and looked out into the audience, her eyes searched for the man in the red mask.  She liked to imagine her Angel of Music beaming at her with pride, without him, she would still be that sad little girl crying in the music room.  She sang as loudly and as clearly as she could, hoping that her voice would pierce the heavens clearly enough for her mother and father to hear.  

As she reached her crescendo, she peaked with an E6. Her voice echoed across the entire hall with the sharpness and perfection of a veteran soprano singer. The audience collective dropped their jaws at the spectacle. Marinette ended her aria with a bow, and the theatre erupted with a thunderous round of applause.  

Jason watched from his seat in box five, with a self satisfied smile on his face.  From that day forth, he would see to it that all eyes were on her.  

[yuruse]

I’m writing this post on mobile because my back is not in the best shape right now. Wear proper shoes everyone!

This is Stardew / Harvest Moon verse featuring baker Itachi. Here are some of the main points for this verse.

Uchiha Itachi is the owner of small bakery in town. Plus he’s a part time book lender, he travels out to the major city to buy books and brings them back.

Not much of his past is known to the town’s people. He was a lawyer from a big city and left it behind to settle in their tiny town. Plus he has a younger brother who visits on occasion. Quite the prickly one he is.

His health was failing under the constant stress of the job. In addition following the footsteps of his family and ancestors was bringing him very little joy.

He rises early to get his pasteires in the oven. Around 8 AM he can be found reading under a tree or near the beach. His bakery opens at 9 AM stays open until 4 PM.

After he closes shop he’ll leave his home to visit the library for an hour or so. Then he’ll head back home and begin to prepare for dinner and what not.

His bakery is closed on Tuesday and Friday.

He can sometimes be seen helping the other town’s people if they request it.

[the-house-of-the-nine]

In Depths Below: Masquerade, Part 3

(The following is an original work composed by myself with consideration given to the OC’s involved.  Please enjoy this as much as I & We enjoyed plotting it out and creating it.   [Mild Violence, Language, & Tones] . )

“This is it. . . “  murmured the voice of the Confessor. “No going back now.”

Two months since Kun-Lai. . .

A pair of pink eyes were watching carefully to the scene as it was unfolding before them.  Marseille; the Shal’dorei Shade of the Inquisitor was poised behind a counter which was assembled just on the north side of the lavish ballroom.  His apron and clothing very under played and toned down for the occasion.  In his hand was a serving spoon; not his weapon of choice, but it would do if he needed to extract an eye or two.  An occasion that was in full regalia and the utmost noble prestige.

Around the entire room, candles and tapestries were sent aloft from vaulted ceiling to the hand carved marble floor.  Flecks of gold and crimson to match the colors of the Sin’dorei were placed within the sealant that gave the stone work a beautiful glimmering shine, while also the perfect amount of tread. 

Markers of the House of Honeywell were hung across the ceiling like a banner to represent how gracious the host had been.  It was the most painfully obvious interpretation of the name as well.  His house crest was quite literally a honey pot shaped like a well, with a bucket.  It was sickening.  And right below that, the crest; all be it slightly lower and less exuberant, was the marker of Sunwood.  Its banner was nothing shocking, a sun rising over a tree.

The room was filled with every single luxury that money could buy.  Nearly one hundred heads would be attending.  There were buffet tables set out at every corner of the room, fresh food being cooked to order by a staff of nearly double what was needed to feed the guests.  Wine stewards, waiters and busers.  Butlers and handmaidens to cater to the need of anyone who was fortunate enough to be there.  And a list of exotic desires that would cause even the most well versed pallet to wither in envy, there was not a single expense spared.

A top the stage which was positioned in the very center of the ballroom; which of course was intended to hold full court meetings of the Magistrate if need be, was a band.  And not just any band.  This band would never need to stop.  They would never need to take a break, and their music would play on continually as the guests arrived one by one, until the point in which they would leave.  The mechanical animotronics were all keeping the mood light and up beat by offering a delightful waltz to set the affair off in a whirl of dancing and excitement.  On the bottom ring of the stage; hung by a beautiful violet and crimson tapestry was the label, “The Miraculously Marvelous Mechanical Minstrels of W.W.M.D”. 

The music swirled and danced around couples who were enjoying their time, and being entertained by such a fabulously gracious affair.  The gratuity of one who was considered to be one of the most ass-kissing members of high society, Magister Aloysius Honeywell Esq. 

He was a fop of a man.  Barely able to tend to his own affairs let alone tend to anything outside of his comfort zone.  He had a staff of nearly twenty to tend to his every desire, his every need, his every waking moment.  And at the top of that list was one very selective individual. 

The Compellor.  Sennaris Dal’talah had infiltrated his estate almost a year to the date.  Part of a plan that Lazarius had been trying to institute at the height of their power.  Around the time when her injuries were sustained fending off the elemental within Grim Batol.  They had tried to come up with a way to utilize her empathic powers of suggestion to attempt a more coup-de-ta approach to eliminating their enemies.  As opposed to causing her the anguish of more burns and wounds.

Honeywell trusted Sennaris with every matter.  And why wouldn’t he.  She was the perfect fit to his house.  Obedient, and polite, she was humble and timid.  She served her master well.  And he was quite taken by her.  A benefit of being so suggestive with a single touch is she could easily sway him one way or another; thus her influence over the simple man was as basic as a flick of her wrist.

It was Sennaris who planted the bug in the ear of Magister Honeywell.  It was Sennaris who was the conductor of this orchestrated rouse.  She had masterfully manipulated the powers that be and forced this event into full swing.

“M-master. . .”  Sennaris spoke every so softly, in that sweet alluring tone of hers.

The golden eyed man was soaking in an elekk ivory tub; carved from one of the largest that Nessingwary ever hunted.  It was made from its tusk and turned into the bathing vessel, he spared no expense.  As he soaked in the simmering hot water with petals of rose and jasmine surrounding his submerged body and the scent of fresh honey lofting through both flora, he opened an eye just barely to give the standing maiden a glance.

“What is it Sara.” groaned the man as if he was exhausted having to glance at her.

“D-do you recall last we hosted a gala, you had said I c-could arrange another if I behaved.” it was clear that she was under this alias to prevent the man from every knowing her name, and so she responded in her meek tone.

“Unnnng.” he groaned, of course remembering and hardly caring. “What of it girl.”

Sennaris bent at the knees and curled against the edge of the soaking mans arm as she whispered softly against it.

“Might we have another. . .” she begged innocently.

“Unnnggggggg” he groaned louder.  It was no lie that he did enjoy hosting these events, but enjoyed it even less when having to organize them.  By which he did literally nothing but say that he wanted to organize one.

“M-master, I have been so good. . .”  her voice sang out. “So very g-good. . .”

But again there was just the grumble of tones and gurgling of groans.

“It would p-please my M-master to know that it would be a most gracious g-gift celebrating my birth.”  she would try again, but this time her scarred blackened fingers would lightly press against the golden tones of his forearm as it rested along the edge of the bathing vessel.

“Your birth. . .” he repeated almost feeling a sense of euphoria wash over him. “Another gala. . . “

“It would be the perfect time to do so.  I was speaking with the lady in waiting within house Sunwood, she says that something had developed concerning your arrangement with Lord Magister Dawnseeker.”  she forced onto him the information that was being used to plot their course.

“Sunwood, that pompous prig.  How is he within the good graces of Dawnseeker.”  Honeywell hissed as his eyes remained shut, and his tone slowly mellowed again with her touch.

“She says that Magister Sunwood has a gift for him.  She says he is planning to bring to his wine tasting at the end of this month, Master.”  Sennaris swayed him again, placing the bait which he would have no choice but to take.

“A gift. . .”

“The young Miss Kash’ebahl.”  Sennaris said in a hushed tone quietly letting it sink in.

Honeywell lay there in his hubris, soaking in the lavish liquids of his wealth as he wondered what this would mean for his future.  His place within the hierarchy that Dawnseeker was trying to construct within this group of magisters.

A darkened thought of fear then slowly washed over him.  Contemplating the existence of his own house.  Wondering when the time would come that Dawnseeker and the rest would consider the House of Honeywell to be expendable.  If they were so quick to unify and eliminate Lazarius and extort him for what he was worth, it would mean that he too was on the chopping block.  Lest he was able to cling to the right hand of the powerful man in charge. 

His panic was stricken with thoughts of loss and the anxiety of having to flee the city state.  Go into hiding or something far worse, service within another house.  He would near go insane trying to banish the fears from his mind, hoping that the salvation would come if he could only some how remain within the graces of his lord.  Somehow if he was able to only. . .

An epiphany.  Honeywell’s eyes came to life as he peered toward the innocent girl sitting beside him.  His mind was aflame with an idea burning to be released.  And in his joy of realization; sat forward and gave his maiden the answer she was seeking.

“Send word to Magister Dawnseeker that it will be I who is going to host this months event.  In celebration of his lordship and success over the House of Kash’ebahl.”  Aloysius smiled widely.  His golden honey hues falling on the now smiling Sennaris.

“Right away Master.” she nodded several times, still kneeling beside the vessel.

“And inform Magister Sunwood that I would be overwhelmed with joy to give him center stage in presenting his quarry to our lord, and that this event will also be to commemorate his success.  It will be the house Honeywell that appears the most humble of all as we honor those around us for their success, but giving praise and celebrating a victory for us all. . .”

Sennaris bowed her head and slowly rose from the side of the tub.  She quickly rushed from the side and made for the exit where two other hand maidens were currently waiting to dry their Master.

“I will deliver your decree immediately.  And see to the preparations myself. . .” she said as she cowered and fled from the chamber. 

And as she strolled down the hall, righted her stance and elongated her spine in a walk of success.  A smile of confidence to match her swagger. The seed had been planted, and already sprouted a fruit baring tree.

By the far side of the last catering service was the Delightful Delicacies stall.  It was there where the Confessor and Shade were posing as simple servers.  Verzatea had made a name for herself in Silvermoon City, competing in the battle for bakery of the year.  Her little shop that Lazarius had helped to fund was the perfect way for her to remain within the city but still maintain a presence in the underworld. 

As the owner, she could freely make deliveries and organize little business meetings which would ultimately help her to funnel any information back to the order.  But not only that, the bakery was a wonderful way to launder money back into the pockets of the Kashebahl family.  Since a large portion of their fortune was lost due to the war, and other unforeseen circumstances; Lazarius was benefiting from two separate forms of income.

The first being “Curiosities & Collections” which was the small antique and rare good boutique he ran with Brox Sulfin in Old Town; Stormwind City.  The prime source of moving their rare items around and profiting on whatever they could to continue to to support their order.

The second source was pushing money from illegal activities through the bakery.  Money that was produced by selling the drug “Io-Cerebellum”.  A drug that catered to the higher society nobility and was worth every copper to the people who were using it.

Lazarius had discovered that the residue being burned off from the Void Forge was actually an unaltered and ninety six percent pure form of straight magic.  It was in this crystallized form that Doctor Whistletorque and the Inquisitor would purify it further by reducing it down; burning off whatever excess remained and combining it with a few other choice ingredients. 

The first being his own blood.  The addictive substance that pumped through his veins was teeming with a parasitic life form that had merged with his genetics.  By killing the entity in only a small vial of his blood, and heating it to a ridiculous temperature, they found that they could utilize the mind alter effects the blood had when entering someones mouth; a result of the parasitic being, and not have it traced back since it was nearly destroyed in the process.

The result of the pure uncut void energy, the hallucinogenic property and mind altering serum of his ichor and liquefied Azerite was all combine to make one of the most additive and potent substances the community looking to have the magical high could find.  In the end “Io-Cerebellum” was a profit they needed. 

Lazarius would push the rock salt like drug through his connections within the nobility in Stormwind.  And using a careful system of laundering, eventually move that money back through the Bakery in Silvermoon City, and keeping the profits funding the war efforts of The Nine.

He wasn’t proud of this, the drug was not in production for very long.  They’d only made enough from one vial of his blood, but it was enough to sell for at least several months now.  Though in his absence, the push for making money was far less; Lazarius would have been proud that despite all that had happened, not a single thing had gone out of place and the order remained strong because of these remarkable people.

Guests continued to pour in through the front vestibule and greet one another with playful words and boisterous laughter.  In that calm little corner, Verzatea stood beside the other Sin’dorei who were casually chatting with guests and serving items out on the floor. 

Marseille was busy trying to pretend he knew what he was doing, but the man was terrible at cooking.  His mind was never purely on the task at hand and in most cases, the disguise wearing Shal’dorei was only giving the appearance of actual work.

“Do not take your eyes off of her.”

To be continued... In Depths Below:Masquerade,Part 4

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Add-Ons, In case you don’t make a circulate to connect to them immediately – don’t be troubled. When you have a possibility, are searching for to interact with them via LinkedIn or social media and possibly technique them via highlighting something that makes you a viable connection to have.

In some cases, you’ll be capable of Accumulate links to and from your site with existing contacts, which will work to growth the visibility and rating of your web web page. To help yourself get started, begin by way of offering links to family, buddies, and associates – asking Each to go back the favour While they can.

Keep at it To be the satisfactory capability candidate You may be – don’t let you’re an online presence and Search engine optimization procedures slide. Continue to be as present day as viable and make certain to keep active, even when likely interview possibilities stand up. Your hobby can be as simple as a brand new publish, current connection or an informed comment on a public Forum; regardless of the case, It’ll enable you to streamline your on-line identity.

What does a Right Seo of your internet website do?

It helps you to rank in search engines like Google. What happens While you rank? Extra humans get to look your web page and get entry to your offerings. And what does this do for your business? It increases your sales and facilitates you prosper. However to rank among 850 million web pages around is not any piece of cake. The venture is tedious and requires Professionals to get Each Search engine optimization parameter proper.

Now, You may always hire an expert (that you continually have to sooner or later in time). These human beings are Properly-versed in what they do and could get to the drafting board to make your web page rank. This does two matters on your business –

Lists your page and brings in more traffic. As a result, better conversion price. Allow’s you recognition to your business and growth your revenue even extra. But, no longer all corpora IAD accessories begin with that amount of initial capital wherein You may lease a developer to create your site and then approach a Search engine optimization team to make your page rank. Indeed stating, there can be a possibility wherein you fall short on capital after developing a top notch internet site for your cake save and could wait for a yr to hire a Seo employer.

So what occurs in this one year? Do you sit down and expect to accumulate sufficient capital? One yr is big in the online world and isn’t excellent to your virtual advertising method. Take a simple example – If you own an enterprise named “John’s bakery” and need to go surfing with the URL “johnsbakery.Com,” it can so appear that someone else might also take this niche over and capture the Market using “johnsfreshbakery.Com.”

Your logo value losses out in the on-line international. However right here is the element, even in that one yr wherein You’re low on cash and quick on investment, You could play your Seo tricks to make your page rank. The high-quality component is – these are not rocket-science, it does no longer involve money to use and does lots that will help you climb that Search engine optimization ladder.

Here are six simple but useful hints to (or “intending to”) assisting search engines like Google value your web page and rank them higher in a modern manner. Take those routes and note the differences right now.

#1 – Broaden snippet friendly content material

Noticed a small section that pop-up whenever you submit a query on Google? This is called snippets. It typically consists of a solution to your question at the side of the link to the internet site from which it is taken. The amusing component lies in Google’s set of rules of producing these snippets.

The process is random. Even websites from page seventy-one get featured here.

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All Google desires are content that answers the posted question in a quick and crisp manner. This can ensure your website online to overhaul all the high profile ones and characteristic at the top of page 1. What you want to do is:

post content material for your page that answers the often requested questioned-on. Strive the usage of bullets and steps. Make your website snippet-prepared, and in no-time, Google’s algorithm will take be aware of you.

#2 – focus on social media

Why does Nike pay a devoted group just to hold an Instagram profile? Social media performs a significant position in bringing you traffic and boom your conversion fee. At times, While you kind in an agency name in any seek engine, you could be aware their Facebook or LinkedIn page ranking better than their actual legit organisation internet site.

This fashion indicates that more humans visit an employer’s social media pages to choose its carrier. Beginning an account and posting feeds and snapshots hardly ever require any coins. All you need is an internet connection and advertising talents.

#three – keep updating your page

Never forget the web page itself! Plenty of hard work behind Facebook and Twitter but your reputable page sits idle – Google especially does now not rank such pages. So, you will have to preserve to replace your pages’ content material with fresh ones simply to carry this message to the search engine that you are lively.

Post blogs, Inspire visitors to submit comments or opinions, perhaps get in a video of something – most of these will boom your online attain and permit you to climb in SERP. The very next link on your social media page has to be your reliable site. This rather builds trusts among traffic.

#4 – Reduce loading time

And once you have efficiently attracted a visitor, it must take an eternity to load. Reviews from the Search engine optimisation Professionals display and Google confirms that most people tend to get impatient While a page takes extra than five seconds to load. The magic discern two-three seconds, and You may gain this by using:

Using an excellent variety of photos of moderate size. Turn off video auto play. Getting rid of unnecessary plugins and. Postpone pop-u.S.A.until the content hundreds. Create an internet site the usage of single coding strains. Complex ones take more time for the browser/server to decode and consequently lag your site. Human beings enjoy fast net usual, and internal excessive-velocity web page makes them immensely satisfied.

#5 – Create real links

Back-Links are from different pages that direct site visitors to your website online. Search engine crawlers admire this fact as it sees your web page as A site with treasured and useful content. If its natural, it’s splendid however You may usually create some in high profile sites.

The excellent viable ones are websites like Quora. If someone posts a query like, “the best cake shop in Miami”, You can continually post your pages’ hyperlink there. Once more, If you have addressed a cake trouble in one in every of your blogs, You may publish that link on any comment segment.

Other than those, create private links to the pages of your website online. This will assist customers to locate their manner on your internet site. This could Reduce soar fee and help you rank with any usual hassle.

#6 – Think cell

Google is about to shift its ranking algorithm to cellular-first index. Because of this, the search engine will scan your phone net web page first and then determine for your rank. Now, a cell page is quite unusual from a computer version, and also you must hold a few Points in mind while growing one.

Content material is new compact. The internet page ought to have an additional area for accurate scanning. Viewability ought to never be compromised just due to a shift in OS. Create respond-inside pages while growing your website inside the first instant. This way, your page fits the display irrespective of which device it opens on, and all corners Stay intact. But alternatively, you may additionally cross for developing an entirely separate website for mobiles with a link to the computer model Practice your Seo tricks and make your web page rank.

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Bonus tip –

Any other factor this is on the rise is voice search. This indicates humans are more liable to seek “cake shops close to me” than “first-class desserts shops round.” So, In case your keyword integrates first-man or woman tone keywords, You are probably to rank quicker who’re overdue to this birthday celebration at least. You can have an URL that is location specific and honestly location yourself as it should be on Google Maps. A Proper touch data on-line helps to construct consider and create that tons-wished customer base for you.

Parting mind –

Some of these do now not require a single penny, however, put you in that boom listing. Virtual advertising is going a long way to giving your business and sales that hike. So, do not only sit around because you do no longer have a fund to hire an expert.

[tewwor]

caked up ( accepting ) — @gravesung

Dawn hasn't even broken past the horizon and he's already here. Mostly awake, but still a smidgen frazzled from waking up extra early. And for what? All to present a small token of gratitude when struck by overnight inspiration. Truly, it's not much ( to him ), but he doesn't waste such words when sliding a rather tall cake box across the counter.

"Saw this in a store the other day and reminded me of you," he admits, trying his hardest to stifling a rising yawn. "Thought I'd recreate it."

[tewwor]

caked up ( accepting ) — @sorcereratted

There's a dozen or so of them staring right at him. Not literally, but the way he stares back makes it seems as if a silent conversation's taking place. Then, without warning, Kento breaks from the troubled scowl and emerges from around the corner.

"Could you taste something for me?" He's serious, far too absorbed into figuring out what was off about the recent bake. Nothing's wrong with it, per se, but it's not ... Complete. Hence, the single serving of a Biscoff cheesecake bar. "It's lacking something, I think." Another flavor to pair with, maybe?

[tewwor]

caked up ( accepting ) — @interxstitial

The door chimes and brings in a frigid draft of wind. "Good work today," Kento greets with half a glance spared towards the front. "Could you get the open sign, please?" Hands tied with all of this tidying up, he'd been running behind schedule ( just barely ).

"That diner across the street dropped off some takeout not too long ago." True to his word, there sits a neat stack of polystyrene boxes near the counter's very edge. "Haven't checked what they brought over, but take some if you're hungry."

[tewwor]

caked up ( accepting ) — @belayadeaths

An entire batch worth of uniform green shapes sit atop the display case when she enters. Double the count of beady little eyes before a tired pair of his own peers above the glass. "Good morning. Sleep well?" Fairly standard greeting, but with a noticeable dash of warmed endearment. If there'd been anyone else in the shop, they'd probably be besides themselves by the slightest give of stoicism. Look, there's even the tender brush of a smile.

Another couple of kajkage are lined behind the assigned tag, and he pauses when straightening after. "Have I ever shown you when I first started to make these as a kid?" Kento chooses to school his attention elsewhere for a moment — just so he can pull up a picture on his phone and brace for embarrassment. The device is promptly placed down for Bianca to see busies himself with restocking again. "Think I gave my mother nightmares for days."

[tewwor]

caked up ( accepting ) — @quietlyblooms

Finally caught in a lull between rushes, there's some peace to be gleaned in the shop again. Soft ambient jazz settles where heavy footfalls once scuffed. Sun warmed window panes start to tarnish orange instead of clear gold. It's a nice moment to take in. Nice enough that Kento can allow some of that boundless tension ease from the span of his shoulders.

With Ino making a delivery, he's manning the front. Of course, there's still plenty to do; always with the tracking of inventory, new 'trendier' ideas to experiment with, how to best incorporate the upcoming harvest of the next season ... Never a quiet moment within that neat head of his.

By the time another customer enters, he's already in the thick of brainstorming another recipe. "Tart cherries... Tiramisu.." Something of a frown deepens as he ponders, momentarily lost before finally taking notice of the new figure. "Welcome in. Is there something you'd like to order?"

[tewwor]

Honestly, if Kento wasn't still in that rush hour mindset, he probably would've spared some note of humor. Being called sir in such a jovial manner warrants at least a single chuckle — if not two. Alas, his body's still strung tight even past presenting the newest experiments. It's not until he's told to sit, does he actually start to unwind. Bit by bit. First at the rigid shoulders. Then the tension coiled tight along neck and spine alike. The lungs, his hands, midsection, knees ...

The seat across from Yuu's taken with a quiet sigh. His next blink's slower. Each breath thereafter evening out to help slow the rushing pulse. It's been a long enough day, hasn't it? A moment of respite won't hurt. And, besides, Ino's manning the front for any last minute stragglers.

"Shower me, hm?" Though faint, amusement trickles like liquid gold between the frayed threads of his voice. A hand runs along the lower half of his face for a moment. Pauses just beneath the lower lip before dropping onto his lap. "I could use a shower." Something close to a miracle happens when the barest of smiles appear. It's always been easier around Yuu to do so; always so infectious with that abundance of joy and positivity. "There's more of the cake if you'd later." Another way to say 'go ahead and eat', really. He's aware of how much restraint it takes for the brunet to sit so patiently when faced with food.

[ yuu -> kento ]: Yeah, no problem! Need me to bring anything by? :D

[ yuu -> kento ]: I'll stop in as soon as I finish work.

invitations to the bakery were not uncommon, but wholly unnecessary. it wasn't like he's made any sort of official declaration about it, but yuu tries to stop by the bakery every day after work, regardless of being invited or not. he's not surprised kento may not have realized, though- the man is always swamped at work (and considering how amazing his baking is, he should be!) but it did make yuu feel guilty that he has to take time out of his day to even text yuu.

ah well, he can bring it up when he gets there.

by the time yuu manages to get there, most of the crowd has gone, making it easier for yuu to navigate himself inside, the risk of his cane being tripped up much lower than during rush.

he sees kento and smiles bright, unable to help it. seeing him always has yuu beaming- even more than he usually is. but before he can get out a greeting, kento is ordering him to sit, shutting yuu up immediately, instead nodding dutifully.

"yes sir!" he teases with the overly formal response, but makes his way to an empty table, setting his cane against the wall as he sits, the goofy smile quickly back on his face as he waits obediently. sorta like a puppy waiting for his owner to return.

once the sweets are in front of him, yuu's eyes widen, licking his lips without even noticing he's doing it. every time he gets to try a new creation of kento's, yuu wonders if he's died and gone to heaven. today is no different.

he has to hold himself back from wolfing down the food, wanting to appreciate the artistry of the baking, how well kento balances flavours, the perfect fluffy texture of the cake and the nice chew of the mochi. yuu isn't exactly a food critic, but he tries for kento's sake, always.

"mmm, oh- not right now, i can get some water after. sit with me! i know you've been on your feet all day. let me shower you with praises over your amazing food."

[tewwor]

He's just about to turn back to the task at hand when Juniper pipes up. One more glance over at him. Then to the pile of food. A brief hum — more so a weighed sigh — to bridge the next few seconds until a decision's finally made. Whatever dishes sit within each white container does smell awfully good ...

"Other bosses might," Kento notes slowly, already relenting to reasonable request, "but this one doesn't. Go ahead and start, I'll take some in a second." For few, he just wants to finish tidying up the register and the surrounding counter.

juniper can just barely see kento over the top of the monstera cradled in his arms. it's heavy, but healthy, and it enjoys soaking up the moonlight with its nearly umbrella-sized leaves. setting it down near the windows, juniper scurries to the door and flips the sign to closed. he still has the other plants to tend to, but the looming presence of dinner is terribly tempting. "you should take some, too," he insists, spritzing the purple orchids by the register. "boss always gets first pick."

[tewwor]

Somehow, that's exactly what he needed to hear. Not just the seamless reassurance, but the willingness helps settle the proverbial ruffled feathers over this small puzzle. So he waits quietly and patiently; features a touch more relaxed than the lingering glower.

When the response comes, Kento takes a moment to ponder once more with pursed lips. "White chocolate... dark chocolate... strawberries are popular with cheesecakes. Mixed berries, too. Maybe some vanilla or brown sugar will help." Everything's thought aloud as he each option is categorized in his head. Neat and orderly as always.

"Thank you, this gives me a good starting point on what to try next." It's as if an unseen weight's lifted by the subtle easing of shoulders. "Did you want anything to drink with that? I'll have more to test soon— at least with some of the chocolate options."

     In Hotaru's opinion, it's sort of beautiful watching the other's mind work. The way that he puzzles over what's missing and what could be improved. It's for that reason that his attention had already been on that corner where the other could come out at any moment. Straightening a bit as he gives a nod.

      “ I'll try anything for you, hon. ” Taking the treat from the other, he's quiet for a moment. Thinking it over as he tilts his head one way and then the other. “ It tastes great, but I get what you mean. Maybe… could you incorporate like… a white chocolate maybe? A lot of cheesecake based treats can also be paired with fruit, which is a nice contrast. ”