Post by Nakula on Aug 7, 2014 8:30:08 GMT
"What? Of course not."The mere notion that he might have stolen the clothes was almost insulting. He'd never stoop so low as to steal something as simple as clothing, especially when he had the means to pay for it. What kind of cretin steals for without even the need? A ridiculous thought. Such was the actions of thieves, bandits and foul creatures, not those of an honorable Kshatriya. He frowned sullenly, almost sulking in the thought that the first thing his Master assumed was that he had resorted to thievery. Somehow her later amendment of "getting it" wasn't any more reassuring. "The merchant took pity upon my plight and bestowed me the clothing as a gift. I did nothing foul to acquire them." He was almost 99% sure she didn't believe him anyway, so he let the matter drop with that. Then there was the meat issue. He used the word issue, because apparently there was one. He was aware of the use of cattle in the creation of many modern meat products: A practice which modern Hinduism did not agree with. However, the practice of not devouring the meat of cattle, specifically cows, was one that dated after the lives of the Pandavas. Only in Vedic times had the practice become established, a time after the life of Nakula-- But that did not diminish it's legitimacy. If the Gods had willed their followers to cease the consumption of beef, perhaps there was a purpose behind it. But should he then adhere to it, when it had not been legitimate in his lifetime? If he were Bhima, this wouldn't even be a conversation, he'd just shove the meat down his gullet and ask for seconds. But then, Bhima could eat more than all the other Pandava's combined and still complain of hunger, so perhaps that wasn't the best example. It would probably be best to err on the side of caution. He had no wish to offend the Gods. "That depends on the nature of the meat. Is it made with the flesh of cattle?"He returned to his place on the bike, so that she might continue on toward their destination. Damayanti Padmanabhan |
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Post by Damayanti Padmanabhan on Aug 10, 2014 0:54:04 GMT
Padma shrugged.
“Eh. Sometimes. We’ll just get chicken.” She said.
“Just figured I’d ask – it’d suck to piss you off before we even do anythin’.”
She preferred burgers, really, but she wasn’t at all picky. Anything that could even remotely qualify as food was fine in her book. Hell, when she wasn’t in public, she ate right out of the trash. She’d never in a million years understand why people tossed out such tasty scraps.
As soon as SEIBAH (that’s right, I did it) was seated, she took off in the direction that she assumed that she’d find this Wendy’s in. Given that she honestly wasn’t all that familiar with the area and was thus operating on a hunch, it was a while before they actually did arrive at one. They found one, though. Padma would therefore consider it a victory. After all, it’s not about the time it takes you – it’s about results.
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This new and improved Vivi was so amazing that Padma hadn’t wanted to leave it for the time it would have taken to go and get this early lunch. She had instead taken them through the drive-through. While she considered herself decent at the language at this point, the order had taken a little bit longer than expected just due to her lack of knowledge of the Chinese menu.
Finally they were presented with a pair of bags – one average and one very large. Padma took them and rode out toward the parking lot, where she stopped the bike and handed Nakula the smaller bag.
“Here’s you.” She said. She smiled as she cracked open the second one.
“And here’s me.”
Padma took out one of the five chicken sandwiches she’d ordered and opened her mouth just a bit too wide for the average human. Much like a snake, she just about swallowed the thing whole before realizing what she was doing. She paused, laughing nervously. Hunger did funny things to her.
“Nobody saw that.”
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Post by Nakula on Aug 13, 2014 18:21:37 GMT
Nakula really -should- have told her beforehand not to get him food. As a Servant, he didn't need it, and it wasn't right for him to make his Master spend money for his sake. But he couldn't exactly turn down the food when she offered it to him; That would just be rude, and it wouldn't un-do the damage. And admittedly he was rather curious as to how modern food tasted, so he took the offered, noticeably smaller, bag with a curt nod. He had barely gotten his sandwich out of the damnable wrapping it had come in, when his master devoured her first entirely whole. A single brow raised questionably, as he shot her a bemused look. Well, she was definitely a Rakshasi. The whole snake jaw thing really was rather unnatural, and kind of a dead give away to the not entirely human thing. Even Nakula was slightly unnerved by it, although he kept his discomfort from showing on his face. He'd known what he was getting into, and wasn't going to bitch about it now. The SEIBAH's head turned to look around the parking lot observantly, before looking back. "It seems not."
"However, you should probably pace yourself, regardless." He dropped the subject after that, content to letting her resume eating. His own attention turned to the sandwich in front of him, freshly unwrapped but clearly not freshly made. Well, clearly to everyone besides a centuries-dead spirit. You could plop a fresh made gourmet sub in front of him and a three week frozen big mac and he probably couldn't tell you which was made first. Even in life, gourmet cooking had never been his thing. They'd had Servants for that, and when they didn't have Servants for that, they didn't do much in the way of "food preparation." He took a tentative bite out of the chicken sandwich. ...Not bad. Not bad at all. The sandwich would be gone in a few moments after that. He however, actually ate the thing one bite at a time. He doubt he could have crammed the entire thing down at once if he had wanted too. The servant crumpled the wrapping of the sandwich into a tiny ball and quickly chucked it through the air into a nearby trash can. "Now, Master, I am curious as to why we've all been summoned away from our... comrades. Am I the first Servant of Black summoned?"The "we" here being the other Servants of Black. The Grail informed them of the nature of the war, and the fail safe which had been activated, dividing the Servants summoned into teams. Generally speaking, he'd have expected the summoning to be held together, or at least for some of them to be present in his summoning. But from what he could tell Padma was largely independent of them, and had yet to even so much as mention the others. Keeping his mouth shut was an idea, but his curiosity got the better of him.
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