Kotah stepped up after her, eyeing their surroundings for any excitable cafateria ladies that weren't expecting a monster to come rummage through their 'fridge with an innocent little girl. He set his scythe down, blade on the ground, leaning against the wall behind the door. He leaned against the counter beside Enelya, watching her make her preperations.
Enelya began to chop up the vegetables, after washing them, and threw them into a large bowl she found under the counter. She then found another pan which was slender, and she stuffed the vegetable mix, along with herbs and a special sauce, and stuffed them into the tortillas. After they were all stuffed, and ready to go, she poured her specially made tomatio sauce over the top of them, and then slid the pan into the oven. Enelya then ran over to a timer, and set it for a good hour or so.
Enelya grinned, and sat the ingredients for the salsa on the countertop after she had cleaned everything off, and set the utensils in the sink. "I hope you don't mind them being vegetarian enchiladas." She started chopping up the tomatoes, and garlic, and putting the peices and juice into another bowl.
Enelya grinned, and sat the ingredients for the salsa on the countertop after she had cleaned everything off, and set the utensils in the sink. "I hope you don't mind them being vegetarian enchiladas." She started chopping up the tomatoes, and garlic, and putting the peices and juice into another bowl.
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Something just occured to Kotah. "Yeah... about that, um..." He chewed on a lip, wondering how to put this lightly. "I might not be able to... eat them, exactly. I can taste them just fine, but ingesting them is a little more... complicated." He cleared his throat. "You can thank Serke for that one."
"Humph... wasn't my fault. Blame the mage. You know as well as I do he's a quack."
After Kotah's eyes reshaped, he shrugged. "True..."
"Humph... wasn't my fault. Blame the mage. You know as well as I do he's a quack."
After Kotah's eyes reshaped, he shrugged. "True..."
Enelya raised an eyebrow, while nicking her finger. Green blood formed at the cut, and she stuck it in her mouth so Kotah wouldn't see. She then waved her hand, and plucked a leaf, putting it over the cut to heal it quickly. "What do you mean, Kotah?" She just made enough for two, and he wouldn't be eatting anything. Maybe Archimedes would be able to help her eat it...
She continued to cut up the tomatoes, and then parsley, and cilantro, eventually putting it all into a purae, making it nice and chunky. What mage was he talking about? She focused on her chopping and purae so that she wouldn't cut herself again, and tried to understand what was going on with Kotah and his other personalities...
She continued to cut up the tomatoes, and then parsley, and cilantro, eventually putting it all into a purae, making it nice and chunky. What mage was he talking about? She focused on her chopping and purae so that she wouldn't cut herself again, and tried to understand what was going on with Kotah and his other personalities...
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Kotah eyed the door, just trying to find something else to glance at. "Well, it kinda goes like... Er..." Serke decided to speak up for Kotah, Seregon's eyes changing from violet to maroon. "We're a blood sucker, now. Fresh meat is really the only thing that can enter his stomach without him completely throwing up. We can taste stuff, we just can't swallow." Serke gave up control once again, and Kotah pursed his lips together, slightly upset. "And I know how you feel about living things."
Enelya felt her breath go short. "Like a vampire?" She looked at her feet, and shook her head, trying to accept what had happened. She finished the salsa, poured it into the bowl, and then set it in the refridgerator so it could settle. Enelya grabbed a wet cloth, and wiped down the countertop, and cleared away everything she had used. Enelya scratched her head, trying to figure out a way to deal with what Kotah had just said to her. Well, what Serke had just told her. "Do you..." She gulped, as if clearing something stuck in her throat,"kill, what you feed on?"
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Kotah unclipped his mask and put it back on his face, his voice now held a sort of boom. "You look at my size and assume I'd be able to drink enough to sustain both me and whatever I'm feeding on? I don't need to do it very often. It's really only done to... Rebuild myself." He walked over to his scythe, picked it up off the ground, flipped it around so that the blade was at the top, and walked back to the table. He leaned the wicked weapon against the table and supported it with one hand. He held up the other hand to show Enelya it was whole. "Watch." He placed his left palm on the tip of the blade, and with a grimace, pushed his hand into the spike, impaling his hand after a sickening tear of muscle and tendons. He wiggled his fingers to prove that it really was his hand. He yanked his hand from the blade, his blood smearing the tip. He held his hand out over the table, the healing process already beginning. In a matter of seconds, his hand seemed to weave back together. He wiggled his fingers again. "Just like new."
Enelya frowned as she made the wrong accusation. She looked down at her feet, realizing that he had to kill to sustain himself. She sat down against the countertop, images washing through her mind. Until he stuck his hand into his blade. Enelya looked away, wincing. It wasn't until she heard the sounds of the tendons breaking, that she started to dry heave. "Kotah...!" She breathed. She stood up, holding her stomach, trying to calm herself down. She shook her head frantically, her feeling and thoughts unable to cope what she had just seen.
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Kotah did his bes to hide a laugh as he hid his hand behind his back and put the scythe down. He cleared his throat. "Sorry! Sorry...!" He glanced at the oven, remembering she was just about to eat. "Yeah, I probably didn't need to show you that... But I think it's cool. Serke thinks it's awsome. Maybe it's a boy thing." He shrugged. "...Sorry."
As her body calmed itself, she looked over at him with teared eyes. Not from crying, just from the gut reaction of dry heaving. She rubbed her face, and took a couple deep breaths. "How... how could you do that to yourself?" She walked over to him, and reached for his hand. "Does it not hurt?" She looked at the blood... and wondered if it was still his. Or was there some other person's blood coursing through his veins. It wasn't the sight of blood that disturbed her; but the self-mutilation.
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