Blow My Whistle (Remy)

[Apollo]

Apollo had an appetite.
 
Not just for certain things, but for food as well. He did love his food, and lots of it, Ambrosia to be exact but anything with a fine taste he would love and eat in abundance. Which was why he now currently found himself raiding the cupboards, freezers and fridges for something to eat. He was in between classes at the moment, not that he really paid much attention to his schedule, when the hunger pains had racked through him.
 
When had he last eaten?
 
Not long ago, but ever since he healed the damned snake things had gotten worse, a lot worse. Sometimes he could go for days, weeks even without thinking about eating, now…now it was a little more constant.
 
Throwing a bag of flour of her shoulder he said, “is there anything you can actually eat in this place?!”
 

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Remy was technically squeezing in a little extra credit while he still could. Rumors were flying about, something about how they'd be in a war soon and the kitchens would be dedicated almost exclusively to feeding the troops when the time came. Considering that most of the people doing the fighting would be doing so in heavy armor, that did make some sense to Remy. It also meant that if he wanted to cook for enjoyment and such, he needed to get to that now.

It also meant that he was in the kitchen when the rather large man burst in there and began demanding food. The ex-rat nearly jumped two feet in the air, and somehow managed to turn around in pretty much the same motion as the jump. He stared at the guy for a few moments, before his courage gathered. Remy was in his element; he was the master of the kitchen. This guy was an intruder, and obviously a little clueless too.

"There's plenty you can eat," insisted Remy, waving a hand, "though this is sort of where people actually make the food," he pointed toward the hall proper, "that's where people go if they want to do the ordering. You're sort of in the wrong place..."

{ack, sorry about taking so long to get to this. I apparently didn't see it or something, and happened to stumble on it when I was looking for places to post. ^.^' }

[Apollo]

At the sound of the voice Apollo turned around to face the boy, throwing more flour around the place as he did so. His angered expression melted away almost immediately when he looked at the young man in front of him. Such a nervous little thing, so small and mousy, so…
 
No. No this wasn’t good, stay focused, he was hungry, very hungry. And Milo, yes, remember Milo, sweet intelligent Milo, yes. He couldn’t just let himself get distracted by the next utterly adorable little young thing that scampered his way, no, he had sworn to win Milo and that should be his only focus, as well as getting fed.
 
“Well…could you make me some food?” said Apollo jumping up on to one of the worktops, smiling happily at the young man, “it seems to me I’m in the right place then, because then I would get any of the food before the rest of them. So I’ll just sit here…and…watch.”

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What was with people and asking that? Especially guy peoples. Admittedly, Remy did have this tendency to practically throw food at people, especially female peoples, but he really didn't want to go into that at the moment. Right now, he was more focused on the big, bulky man who was now nearly demanding food of Remy.

"Well, uh, I probably could," he said, hedging his bets for a moment. That would technically count toward his extra credit, and having a real person eating your food was always a plus, even if that real person did look slightly... what was the word? Jerkish? Jersey-ian?

"But I'd have to know what you wanted, and really, you could probably just look over there," he pointed toward the mess hall, "and get whatever you want. I mean, there are cafes and stuff; that's sort of what they do. I know; I work at one."

[Apollo]

In one word.

Adorable.

No! No he couldn’t be thinking that, bad thought, bad thought. His loyalty was to one and to one only.

…but he just looked like at any minute he would want to scamper off somewhere else, and he was so nervous and…CUTE!

Apollo jumped off the counter and said, “you’re right. Your absolutely right, I’ll just go to the mess hall and see what they have there.”

He crossed over to the doors and paused before opening them…

Turning back to look at Remy he said, “Unless you know how to make Ambrosia.”

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For a few moments there, Remy thought he might actually get away from an encounter without the usual excessive emotional and/or physical scarring that usually seemed to accompany his meetings at Tintagel. The guy seemed to actually be listening to reasoning, despite his rather thick-headed appearance, and even seemed to be heading for the door. It took all Remy had not to let out an honest to God sigh of relief as he saw Apollo's retreating back.

Then the guy stopped, and Remy nearly felt his nose twitch. The comment that came from the man was... weird.

"Ambrosia?" he repeated. He blinked. "What the heck is ambrosia? I haven't even...." wait, it did sound vaguely familiar. Remy frowned, crinkling up his nose in concentration. "Ambrosia... isn't that, imaginary? You know, like manna and stuff?"

Or, you know, dragons or gods or fairies...

[Apollo]

“Oh I can assure you it is very, very real,” said Apollo a smile lighting up his face, “the food of the gods of mount Olympus. It’s delicious, exquisite, there is no dish on this mortal earth that can equal it. That is…unless you think you have it’s match?”

Standing in front of the nervous little guy it took everything not to throw his arms around him and squeeze him tightly. Placing a large hand on his shoulder instead he leaned in conspiratorially as if someone else within the empty kitchen would overhear.

“I will make you a deal,” he said, barely above a whisper, “make me ambrosia or what you believe to be it’s equal and I will grant you whatever you desire.”

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Okay, Remy really shouldn't be surprised to find out that ambrosia existed. Fairies existed. Gods existed. So why shouldn't their food exist? That didn't magically grant him the recipe, mind, which was, if anything, even more frustrating. As was this guy's attitude. He reminded Remy of the bigger rats in the colony, the ones who used their size to get what they wanted. Sure, Remy had been all but exempt, what with his talents for getting food and his position, but he'd seen that type before.

Still, the big guy was acting friendly enough. Remy really shouldn't be judging by appearances, he guessed. That was half the reason he'd regretted being a rat in the first place.

"Well, if you have the recipe for it, I could make it," said Remy, gesturing. He wasn't boasting; he fully believed he could do it. Oh, it would be hard as heck, and a challenge to his skills, but that, if anything, just made it more rewarding. "If not, I'm sure I can put something together. What, uh, do you like?" a pause. "Besides ambrosia."

[Apollo]

“I like anything!” boomed Apollo, throwing his arms out to the side, “So long as it tastes as good as ambrosia, so really, it shouldn’t be all that hard for you.”

Waving his left hand in a circle a scroll appeared and he threw it over to Remy to have a look at. “Everything you need to know about making ambrosia is in that scroll…oh wait, that’s in ancient greek, let me see if I have a trans…trans…”

His words faded off as he thought about a translation of Ancient Greek…and of Milo…who could do such a thing, who wouldn’t need a translation, who could have just rhymed it off…who…

The happy grin fell from his face and he looked completely disheartened. Swishing his hand down another scroll appeared and landed in front of where Remy stood.

“It’s all in there,” he grumbled.

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"I bet you do," murmured Remy, giving Apollo the look he usually saved for crazy people, and this school really seemed to be full of them. At least Dory was the nice kind of crazy, and there had been others like her too. Certainly better ones than... this. Though for some reason, Remy was very strongly reminded of his brother.

This in mind, he took the offered scroll, his practiced eyes reading through the document at a good clip. At first, Remy figured it was his own literary difficulties at play, not the truth. It was when Apollo got to the part about translations that Remy looked up and over at the burly man. Weird, but that happy-go-lucky, not all there smile seemed to melt right off the man at that word.

"What, did he have some sort of translation related accident?" murmured Remy. He looked around, wondering if he was maybe missing a catastrophe in the vicinity. He didn't see anything, so he just bent over to pick up the next scroll. "Uh, are you okay? Did you need to..." oh how Remy didn't want say these next words: "Talk about it?"

[Apollo]

“No…No I don’t want to talk about it, I shouldn’t even be here, I shouldn’t,” said Apollo once again jumping off the counter, “you’re really…you’re…”

He waved his hands at Remy as if that would help him summon the best way to describe the young man. After a couple of seconds he realised that wasn’t helping and dropped his arms to his side and looked at the ceiling. “Why? WHY? When I find the most sweet and lovely boy in the world and then you throw this at me?!”

He gestured to Remy, “I swear Cupid, if you’re up to your tricks again I will rip those tiny wings right off your back, don’t think I wont!!!”

Looking at Remy he smiled a little and said, “just…make the ambrosia…please.”

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Someone hated Remy. He'd always thought that, but now he was absolutely certain of it. This strange, burly man had begun blubbering in a manner not altogether different from your standard infant (or Emile). There had then been the loud yelling and random exclamations, again, not unlike your standard infant(less like Emile; he was rather quiet). Remy mostly just stood there, staring at the burly guy with disbelief on every bit of his face.

"Uh..." said the rat. He shifted. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, as though trying out the whole responding thing. "I'm, uh, sorry to hear that. Hope you feel better... I'm going to work on the whole ambrosia, thing."

He then began shuffling toward the kitchen, hoping that the whole "no-sudden moves" thing would work in this particular instance.