#i needed a short nickname gan would give him

[desertforged]

@lunarisdeus sent: ❛ You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

"And why not?" Ganon peeked an eye open to look up at the Deity as he laid in the field of grass. He was tired of hiding away, like some scared child - he'd been in hiding too long. "Afraid some Hylian with a magic sword is going to find me and take me away from you, si'vahi?"

[nozomijoestar]

1-10 for an oc of yr choice (since i don't know any of yrs (yet))

meme here

I’ll use my FFXIV OCs bc I’m finicky abt sharing anything on my manuscript OCs in public

Vaste/U’ralhana Odh:

1. What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

Her name situation is a little messy but theres a reason behind each one both canon and non-canon! The game by default gives the WoL many titles across the game to reflect your progress to NPCs like eikon-slayer, Azure Dragoon, khagan etc. all tied to feats or positions earned in the MSQ. 

For non canon titles and nicknames I’ve given her Desert Dragon due to her origin of birth from a desert tribe and their guardian animal being Drakes (as well as the fact that she’s a Dragoon and DRGs are traditionally a class associated heavy with dragons), Nine Lives because of the Echo preventing her from true death which also fits with her being a cat race etc. For more personal nicknames one of her younger brothers calls her Rala after her Sun Seeker name being U’ralhana Odh, dearest is also the most common pet name Yugiri has for her, aside from having the privilege of calling her only by her first name for her Sun Seeker side

Her formal naming convention gives her three viable names,

U’ralhana Odh - name the Sun Seekers gave her when she was born to them, the U designates tribe affiliation, followed by her given name, the surname is her father’s first name indicating he sired her (official FFXIV Sun Seeker naming convention) together the name means Ralhana of the Drakes, daughter of Odh

Osha Tayuun - this is the name her mother gave her before she left to rejoin the Moon Keepers in The Black Shroud, she never learned it was hers until the day they finally met well into her adulthood as the WoL, because Moon Keepers are matriarchal unlike Sun Seekers, the last name is also her mother’s while the given name is a normal girls name (i also made it start with O and try to sound similar to her mother’s first name, Oghii)

Vaste Valescoere - she gave herself this name after once being taught a few ancient Garlean (irl Classical Roman Latin) words by a traveling scholar from what little outside contact the tribe saw, once she made the decision to leave to be an adventurer forever she was banished for forsaking tradition, thus she felt she died and needed a new name - this was the first name i gave her because when i first started playing FFXIV i didnt know the races had naming conventions so i just wanted something that sounded like a fantasy name ( i literally just looked two words up in my latin-english dictionary fddjfd)

2. What is the color of your OC’s eyes/hair/skin?

Blue hair with natural black highlights, green eyes, light skin but not pale- all generally Moon Keeper traits but when i was starting out i knew none of that and did what i wanted, her bizarre appearance once i decided she was from the U tribe influenced her being half Sun Seeker and Moon Keeper 

3. How tall is your OC?

5′2 but only because i thought the CC slider meant 5′6 (cuz it lists height in inches and i didnt bother to check ujhghugj shes sometimes embarrassed by her height especially standing next to much taller people, shes still taller than Yugiri though so she enjoys the slight height advantage

4. What is a noticeable physical attribute of your OC?

Her hair, then her eyes

5. What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

She’s usually in her armor with her current spear glamoured to appear weaker than it actually is because the simple style reminds her of what she used as a teen before leaving home:

^^ necklace and earrings are different but the second necklace is more typical

im weak for the one arm/shoulder armored while the other isnt or not as much aesthetic

For more special/formal occasions w/o armor she likes wearing this:

6. What is one word you would use to describe your OC’s appearances?

Every time she shows up there’s something dramatic (but not always over the top) happening

7. Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar?

She has the usual pinkish red stripes on her cheeks all Sun Seeker women are born with, in addition to a scar across her nose bridge she got during her huntress rite of passage when a sundrake struck her face (this rite is also how she got the black marks under her eyes afterwards, originally i just liked how they looked and made a backstory for them because the game lists them as tribal tattoos in CC)

The scar i gave her in CC as a ref to Guts from Berserk cuz his is similar (she obtained hers very young like he did as well):

8. How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

i chose the CC voice 2 option for female miqo’te (you can kinda hear what it sounds like here and here @2:10 since i cant find a video with just vc2 range) and im happy with it (to me it kinda sounds like Rie Tanaka? as far as i know the CC voice VAs have never been revealed so i cant say for certain, i know shes done voicing for FFXIV as Kan E Senna and Sadu and plays it as a huge fan tho) as far as how she talks all Miqo’te are said to have their own racial language unique to them that no other race can accurately pronounce or understand due to all the hissing, purring, and spitting of certain sounds (bc theyre cat ppl lol) so she’ll roll/purr her Rs, hiss her Hs etc.

On top of this system i imagine the U have their own dialect accent too which i hc sounds closer to Xhosa and Zulu mixed if a cat tried to speak it,so it gets complex! Her native accent however becomes slightly toned down the longer she spends away from the U as the WoL, but its still present and obvious enough

9. What does your OC’s bedroom look like?  His/her living area?

the only description valid for this is an organized mess lmao

10. What does your OC keep in a special drawer?

anything small enough to fit given to her by people from her past or those she cares about that linger on her mind, shes somewhat sentimental sometimes

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Gan Arulaq

1. Lizard boi has no nicknames that stick outside of being called Bataar playfully by his parents esp his mother bc he liked playing pretend as a heroic figure when he was little (i was aware when i made him in CC that Xaela use Mongolian names and are based a lot on Mongol culture of the 14th century so he follows this convention)

His first name is Mongolian for Steel, his last name denotes his tribe following the game’s convention, simple

2. he is a tan/reddish brown color for skin with black hair and natural red highlights in a short swept back style (his eyes are also green bc i wanted to see what Vaste’s eye color would look like on a Xaela model, tdlr they glow!)

3. Gan is 7′1! the tallest of my characters period, he sees everything from up there and it creates some hilarious and awkward situations (poor guy and most doors, rip)

4. his eyes and his big curved horns

5. he loves wearing primarily clothes that expose a lot of his chest and skin in general because thats most natural to what he wore on the steppe valley back home (as well as being a little vain about his physical appearance and liking the feel of freedom in less clothes) however he can and will wear regular clothes, though in this case his fashion sense is terrible

6. when he appears you can associate him with change (succession is another word that comes to mind given his role to Vaste)

7. with the exception of minor scars from martial training and small accidents he’s the picture of normal for a Xaela

8. i actually cant remember what CC voice i gave him by number, but he does have a somewhat deep, rough voice fitting for a boisterous young man while also being capable of sentimentality and some wisdom, he has a handsome voice, he speaks bluntly but full of feeling and often truth

9. his room would be very organized and everything is neatly assigned to its place as well as being primarily spartan in layout/decoration, he’s used to practicality and function from his childhood on the steppe, lots of trinkets from nature, weapons and trophies of victory etc.

10. a ring given to him by his mother carved from sheep bone, it was her archery thumb ring

[blakes-seven-or-so-blog]

S1 E13: Orac

Gan, Jenna, and Avon are feeling ill. Blake pronounces Orac with a rolled ‘r’ and thinks there's something odd about the whole Orac situation. He makes Avon watch last week's episode in slow motion, something Avon completely forgets about by season four. They discover that the VW didn't break down because of the usual reasons but because of sabotage.

Cally uses a geiger counter on Avon and Vila and it clicks like a New Year's Eve noisemaker. Wait, they didn't decontaminate after returning from Cephlon?! How can they be surprised at having radiation sickness after spending all day on the Highly Radioactive Planet? They probably tracked isotopes all over the Liberator, too. Its market value just plummeted.

There are no decontamination drugs on their super-advanced spaceship, and their only hope is that Ensor will have some. Avon acknowledges that he and Vila share a few talents, among them ‘mortality’, which Vila finds unpalatable.

I am a little dubious about the idea that a drug could easily reverse the kind of severe cellular damage a lethal dose of radiation would cause, but: it’s the 28th century, and also it’s plot grease.

Iscandar! They can get a Cosmo Reverser there and cure the radiation damage... Oh, it's only Aristo. They’re screwed.

A kindly old man nearly has a heart attack in his solarium and checks the charge level on his chestronics. Hairy chests are so 25th century. He has a conversation with someone about the intruders that have landed nearby. His unseen companion sounds just like him and also like drunken bees and is talking out of a fern. The kindly old man hates unexpected visitors, and if you don't call first, consider yourself lizard food. I like this guy.

Travis and Servalan arrive and use the map Ensor, Sr. provided (why? why would he give them a secret map when he invited them?) to break in through the creepy lizard-man infested undersea tunnels.

Ensor needs the batteries his son was bringing because he has a primitive artificial heart that needs batteries every forty years. Here's my question: why did he wait until the very last minute to get replacement batteries? Did he forget? Did it take that long to find the right size? It's a mystery.

Orac gives Zen brain freeze and then starts talking through him. It accepts Blake's excuse for showing up unannounced and turns Zen back on. Zen finally has a paradoxical koan to ponder.

They're down to five teleport bracelets. Looks like it's time to draw straws and throw two people off.

Servalan gets groped by a lizard-man and Travis rescues her. She uncharacteristically sobs in horror like a damsel in distress. This whole scene annoys me. At least he doesn't attempt to comfort her; she would definitely stab him in his last eye. He dares Servalan to crawl and taunts her with the notion of staring at his leather-clad ass, but she haughtily reminds him whose ass is Number One here.

Orac arrives in his security sphere guise and starts giving snippy orders and warning shots to Blake and Cally. If they only knew that it would soon be the eighth 'or so'. Gan tries and fails to cheer everyone up by making sasquatch sounds from behind furniture. Avon, for the third time, gives Vila a backhanded compliment. Everyone is short-tempered in the face of imminent death.

Orac insists Blake and Cally enter a revolving darkroom door that rises from the ground. Blake jokes that they should catch the versatile flying jerk and give it to Avon as a pet, which is exactly what happens. They are taken deep down to an underground solarium. Ensor immediately charms them with his warm hospitality. He calms down after they tell him his son is dead and gives them the radiation drugs they need. Blake once again thinks Zen-assisted surgery will be a piece of cake.

Ensor wheels Orac out from behind the fern and it turns out to be a fish tank full of junk. Blake scoffs but Ensor says Orac is not a computer but a genius brain that can access every computer everywhere. Orac is Skynet but with Ensor’s personality; basically it’s a god-tier honey badger.

Travis crashes the party and once again has Blake in his grasp and loses him. I’m nicknaming Travis ‘Butterfingers’. Blake thinks pulling the ancient tunnel ceiling down onto his own face is a good idea despite Cally’s sensible suggestion to stick together. A lizard-man gropes Cally and Blake beats it to death with a rock. Ensor sits down for a rest and dies. I’m really sad about this, no sarcasm. At least his winning personality will live on through Orac.

Right at the greatest moment of Travis’s life, when Servalan says ‘go ahead and kill Blake’, Avon shoots Travis’s blaster hand off. He jokes that he missed and was aiming for Travis’s head. Avon is more than ready to kill Butterfingers and Servalan but Blake stops him, intending to just spread nasty rumors about them instead. Servalan blames Travis for everything again. Travis is so embarrassed he changes faces, eye color, and accent for the next season.

Travis is the unluckiest person in the universe. He probably locks himself in his quarters and cries afterward. His Blakeicidal dreams and his robot blaster hand have been destroyed in the most humiliating way possible, and the guy who installed his robo-hand is dead thanks to Servalan. The only thing he got out of this was a memory of his boss’s ass maybe. Poor Butterfingers.

Back on the Liberator, everyone is feeling better and they turn on the drunken bees. In Ensor’s voice, Orac immediately starts hurling insults. Avon is horrified. Orac goes on to inform them of his abilities. It takes exactly one minute before they tell him to shut up. Orac predicts that the Liberator will explode, and when he is evasive about the details, Avon gets even.

Orac’s shutting off sound is ‘exasperated drunken bees’.

Damage report:

- Ensor, Sr.

- Ensor’s fish and plants which were left to die

- a couple of lizard-people

- a couple of explorers whose skeletons decorate the tunnels

- Travis’s robo-hand, dignity, and what was left of his career

We never see Orac's flying sphere again, which is a shame. Ensor left it on Aristo and no one ever makes a replacement. He seems perfectly satisfied with being a brain in a box and unlike Krang never has himself installed in a body.

I like this episode because it introduces one of my favorite characters. Zen is condescending and passive-aggressive, but Orac is a complete asshole, yet invaluable to the Liberator crew. I also watched this episode repeatedly as a teen while half-asleep and dreaming so it was etched into my eternal memory extra-weird.

Next: Redemption

[torchkeeper]

Never-Ending Survey: Gan Arulaq

Rules: Repost, do not reblog

Tagged by: I steal and have no dignity @lightdevoid

Tagging:  Nah

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Gan Arulaq

NICKNAME: see bio but also most common one is Fool

AGE:  20

BIRTHDAY:  (8/17) 17th Sun of the Fourth Umbral Moon

ETHNIC GROUP: Au Ra || Xaela

NATIONALITY: N/A

LANGUAGE/S:  Arulaq dialect (and near total deviation from Xaelic standard), Eorzean Common, good luck with anything else lmao 

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

HOME TOWN / AREA: A really, really, really remote mountain valley on the Azim Steppe

CURRENT HOME:  Not too close but not too far from his master

PROFESSION: himbo respected adventurer/peacekeeper and works with the Scions when needed

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Short red and black hair that i chose bc the cut is closest to Him

EYES: he green and theyre glowy cuz...Limbal Rings hell yea

FACE: c h i n, bright eyes, naturally dramatic expressions 

LIPS: half thicc but they gave up

COMPLEXION: light copper, like when you see Mars surface from space

BLEMISHES: No 

SCARS: Not a lot tbh, I would say just one or two that are serious and lots more (but still low) that are just from mundane things

TATTOOS: No

HEIGHT: 7′1

WEIGHT: 200 ponz

BUILD: B i g, athletic and lean

FEATURES: big hands! long tail! big horns! he is a stretched JPEG brought to life, deep mischievous voice

ALLERGIES: None he is cleaner than a whistle

USUAL HAIR STYLE: He is combing it back daily (even if its short) or whenever it gets out of place, rarely touches his thin bangs tho

USUAL FACE LOOK:  like he’s trying to figure out math and losing, confused at something, or smiling and laughing

USUAL CLOTHING: If he needs to wear clothes he Must show his titties somehow, even if just a bit, also shorts/capris but sometimes sleek form fitting pants- honestly my inspo was JJBA characters but replicate it through what FFXIV has

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Dying to leave his son behind, failure especially toward someone he values, not being enough

ASPIRATION/S: To make his loved ones proud of him, making the world a better place where he can (that can be from treating individuals kindly to world saving events)

POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, funny, courteous, determined in resolving serious conflicts, gravitates by instinct to help others

NEGATIVE TRAITS:  Naive, stubborn, oblivious, can get in over his head and harm himself in the process

TEMPERAMENT: Easy going and can be emotional

ANIMALS: Chocobo, birds, turtles, horses

VICE HABIT/S: More food in one sitting than a person should have-pays for it later with his stomach (a habit Vaste gave him), when he gets confused he needs a moment to get his emotion out before he rationalizes, easily focuses on one thing at a time

FAITH: Makes his head hurt so he doesn’t really bother

GHOSTS?: Yes, he’s heard many stories about the ones that follow Vaste, Ardbert’s WoDs are now the foster family he doesn’t know he has

AFTERLIFE?: Yes, see above

REINCARNATION?: Yes

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Are you corrupt and abusing power? You die

EDUCATION LEVEL: Virtually none, only knows survival skills and things he’s been taught or observed on the road, he can kinda read and has his master helping him (but really him and her are both not great she’s still at a junior high level and he’s close behind- Alphinaud and others are their teachers)

FAMILY.

FATHER : Ded

MOTHER : Ded

SIBLINGS : No

EXTENDED FAMILY: Ded

NAME MEANING/S: Bold in Mongolian 

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None specific other than traditionally being considered a strong boys name, thus respected

FAVORITES.

BOOK: He loves any book he’s managed to read on his own, his recipe books are A+ to him

DEITY: He doesnt follow it but Rhalgar’s pretty metal

HOLIDAY: Moonfire Faire

MONTH: Finding pretty places in all of them

SEASON: Summer

PLACE: Can’t choose

WEATHER:  Sunny and fair, some breeze, he doesn’t mind cold too much as he was raised in it but not his first pick, rain

SOUND / S: Water, horse hooves, bubbling food he’s making, laughter, cicadas

SCENT / S: Food, herbs, the sea, wild plants like in a forest

TASTE / S: Spicy food, smoked food, stuff that has a sense of kick and weight

FEEL / S:

ANIMAL / S: Birds, turtles, horses, but he’s also unafraid to mess with non lethal snakes, scaring Vaste half to death in the process

NUMBER: Makes his head hurt

COLORS: Blues, reds, dark purple, black, orange

EXTRA.

TALENTS: He can bake, he can cook- The Bismarck should hire him, horseback riding via his childhood, spear fighting, telling jokes and lighting people up from bad moods

BAD AT: Fully recognizing what others want if they aren’t clear about it, doesn’t like guns so his aim with them is bad, complex math, opening up when he’s annoyed

TURN ONS: Shiina, people who he finds pretty, kind, and made with a tough will

TURN OFFS: Cruelty and sadism (as in getting off on pain/murder, fear, and humiliation that dehumanizes others, not the BDSM), people who are rude and demand a lot or walk all over others thinking they’re above everything

HOBBIES: Baking, sewing, training, practicing his reading, sightseeing

TROPES: Gentle giant, big muscles not as big brain, shy but passionate romantic, loyal to his friends

QUOTES: “What is Courage? Courage is knowing fear and making that fear your own!” - William A. Zeppeli

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?      

A1 :  Wes Anderson directed mayhem similar in tone to The Grand Budapest Hotel covering his life in short so far (I would’ve said Satoshi Kon too but he unfortunately passed years ago)

Q2 :  What would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2 : Yoko Kanno, which speaks for itself because how do you even begin pinpointing Kanno’s work to one thing

Q3 :  Why did you start writing this character?        

A3 : Haven’t rly yet but I’d like to, love the idea of that (and the one time I did “write” for him tumblr ate it)

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?        

A4 : I was playing with CC a year ago and when he came out I loved him immediately

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 :  He can be mature and responsible but he’s still young enough to rush into things

Q6 :  What do you have in common with your muse?          

A6 :  I’m decent at cooking, I have some horseback riding experience, I hate when I can’t understand someone and I get an impulse to act over think at emotional peaks

Q7 :  How does your muse feel about you?        

A7 :  He is confused and horrified to now know he’s basically a Sim but in an FF game

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?

A8 : His mentor/best friend, his lover, his son bc he is the sweetest dad, someone new

Q9 :  What gives you inspiration to write your muse?    

A9 : I don’t fully understand yet which is why I started this blog, but putting him in in-jokes and memes is definitely a factor lmao

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete?  

A10 : I did part of it during an all nighter then passed out, woke up to finish

[mcgrillzdumpinc]

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whoa would u look at that, i’m writing again.

inspired by these lovely sketches by @ask-captain-gi-gan. au where garou escaped with jae-ha and ended up in awa! how long since they’ve escaped is negligible in this fic, but i imagine it’s been at least 6 months. anyway, more under the cut!

For as long as he could remember, his hair has been a mess.  It fell in clumps, too wavy to be brushed without causing him pain.  It was even worse when wet.  It made him wonder why he even bothered to oh-so-happily (read: against his will) settle in a port town, where the sea air made usually left him with even more problems.

“Hey, Kelphead--”

That little nickname was no help, either.

“--d’ya know where Jae-ha went?  I need his help fixing the sails,” a sailor (one of too many) asked.  Garou restrained a groan.

“I’m not his keeper.  Gigan probably knows.”  She knew a lot more about Jae-ha than he did, these days.

“Alright, thanks.”  With that, Garou was finally left in peace, a monster with a limp leg, crappy hair, and nothing to do except bask in the summer sun on an old boat.  He closed his eyes, sighing as the soft sea breeze played with his tousled bangs.  That was really all he ever did as of late, except for the occasional potato-peeling or fish-gutting.

Soon enough, he heard Jae-ha shouting about how he didn’t want to work on the sails.  “My fingers still hurt from the last time we mended the sails!”  Garou heard himself laugh.  It was still strange, knowing he could do that.

The familiar sound of Gigan’s shoes on the boat’s wood approached him.  She had a peculiar cadence to her steps, always recognizable and always calming.  “You sure raised yourself a brat,” she grumbled.

He didn’t know how to respond to that.  She knew exactly how he had raised Jae-ha.  She still didn’t let him be alone with his successor.  He opened his eyes.  Watched her take a drag from her kiseru.  Decided to stand up.  He really didn’t want to deal with whatever barbs she had for him.

Garou steadied his walking stick against the ground.  Gigan held out a hand to help him up.  He pretended he didn’t see it.  But that didn’t stop her from grabbing his arm and keeping him steady.  He hated her.

(How could anyone be so kind to someone so deserving of disdain?)

“...Thanks,” he mumbled, if only because he wouldn’t hear the end of it if Jae-ha found out he was being rude to the Captain again.

Gigan hummed.  She let him go, but remained anxiously close as he began walking, dragging his lame dragon foot behind him.  “Want to help make lunch?” she asked.  “Crew’s starting to complain.”

Garou shrugged.  It was as close to a yes as he would give.

“Make sure to pull your hair back this time,” Gigan said.  Her bony fingers picked at a random clump of his hair.  “The boys are still whining about finding kelp in their stew.”

Garou flinched out of her grip.  “Then no way.  I hate trying to pull it back.”  He had already been laughed at more than enough times for how dumb he looked with his messy ponytail.

“Why not cut it?” Gigan immediately questioned.

Garou clenched his teeth.  It’s pointless, he wanted to tell her.  He was fated for death soon enough, anyway.  He had been telling himself as much for over twelve years.  No point in changing anything when time was short.

Jae-ha was shouting again.  Garou stopped.  He looked up to see his successor calling down insults from the crow’s nest.  His naturally soft and silky, green hair flowed in the breeze, long bangs blown back and showing off his droopy eyes and exuberant smile.  During those terrible periods of sanity back in the village, when Jae-ha would let Garou get near him with a knife, Garou had cut that pretty hair of Jae-ha’s.  The style was terrible, Garou was sure of that.  Making things look nice was never Garou’s fort.  Yet, to his surprise, Jae-ha kept it, allowing Gigan to trim it yet never to change it.

So caught up in his thoughts, Garou didn’t notice Gigan approach him with a stool, scissors, and a sheet until she was already forcing him to sit down.  “Get off me,” he grumbled halfheartedly.  He knew there was no fighting back once Gigan made up her mind.

He winced at the first cut.  The sound of scissors cutting, blades scraping against each other, was so peculiar.  Loose strands of hair tickled his skin, terribly uncomfortable.  At one point, Jae-ha jumped down, curious to see what was happening.  Immediately, he snickered.  Oh, great, he looked even worse than usual, didn’t he?

“Done,” Gigan said, not soon enough.  She removed the sheet and started dusting off the hair from his neck.  He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.  Apparently his neck was sensitive.  That was new.

“I like it,” Jae-ha commented.  There was a mischievous glint in his eye, something Garou hadn’t seen since Jae-ha’s kid years.  “You finally look presentable.”

“The hell do people need to see me for?” Garou retaliated.

Jae-ha snickered.  It was a good sound.

Garou stood up, this time without help.  “Get back to mending, brat,” Gigan scolded.  Jae-ha pouted but didn’t protest.  Gigan was a miracle-worker.

“I’ll get to peeling potatoes, then, Gigan,” Garou remarked.  She grumbled after him that he should be calling her Captain, but he ignored her.  He went below deck and settled himself next to the barrel of unpeeled potatoes.  The actual cooks would be down with him soon enough, but until then, he would be alone for a few uncomfortable moments.

His fingers brushed against his bare neck.  It had been so long since he had had short hair.  He had forgotten how cold it was.  It wasn’t bad, though.  It was nice.

It was a good dream.