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[Dec. 29, 2007][Suikoden IV] Baking Craze
Title: Baking Craze
Day/Theme: Dec. 29, 2007 "The sweet and the bitter"
Series: Suikoden IV
Character/Pairing: Graham Cray
Rating: PG
"Was there anything good on that ship? Anything good at all?" Graham Cray called raucously, spreading his arms wide over the wrecked vessel. His subordinates shrunk back. It was a rhetorical question. They already knew what their commander thought of the cargo. There seemed to have been other contents, but they had been destroyed or tossed overboard before the ship wrecked upon the rocks of El-Eal, leaving only crates upon crates of blueberries.
The wild man kicked aside a soggy rope and stomped across the deck. A shred of paper remained near the mast marked with a Harmonian seal. "No one better be sneaking around me to deal with the Harmonian government," he scowled.
Cray was unpredictable, so no one spoke as he scanned the salty planks for any other sign of suspicious remains. "Where did this ship come from?" he asked.
"We haven't been able to figure it out yet, Sir," the official he addressed saluted, "There were none of the usual national flags or other markings. There isn't even a name on it."
"Can't be a ghost ship," Cray muttered, "Ghosts have no use for blueberries. ...But I do. Hmph!" He hefted a full crate up and carried it away back toward the fortress. "Clean up this mess!" he commanded the men, "And keep an eye out for any of the crew that abandoned it! They can't have drifted far if they left by lifeboat! ...But don't let that distract you from the task at hand! I'll have that Rune of Punishment- whatever the cost!"
The assembled soldiers saluted again and went about their task with haste. It was hard to focus too strongly on any one job the way Cray was constantly dividing their attention with work on the rune cannons, scouring the seas for that cursed rune, and a variety of other tasks necessary to maintain the fort.
"Time to make bread!" Cray grinned as he kicked the door to the kitchen open. The staff were quickly frightened out, leaving the man in charge of the fort to his secret love of baking.
He wrenched the lid off one of the glass jars and sniffed the contents, "Still quite fresh," he smiled. "I think I'll make a pie."
But as he set to work on the pie crust, he realized that sweet thing was not enough to fill the bitter void in his heart. "Muffins too," he decided.
"And a nut and blueberry bread," he continued, an hour turning to two.
The entire cargo of blueberries was brought into the kitchen and overflowed into the hall, as Cray continued his mad work with blueberry cakes and cookies, rolls and pancakes, knowing that all this sweetness meant nothing in place of the boy who would've loved to eat them.
"Enough!" he roared at last, chipping a plate as he tossed it into the foamy dishwater. He stormed away to his office, leaving his men to tend to the mess. They were fortunate to have had blueberries infrequently during their time serving at El-Eal or they would have quickly tired of what became their rations for a week.
Day/Theme: Dec. 29, 2007 "The sweet and the bitter"
Series: Suikoden IV
Character/Pairing: Graham Cray
Rating: PG
"Was there anything good on that ship? Anything good at all?" Graham Cray called raucously, spreading his arms wide over the wrecked vessel. His subordinates shrunk back. It was a rhetorical question. They already knew what their commander thought of the cargo. There seemed to have been other contents, but they had been destroyed or tossed overboard before the ship wrecked upon the rocks of El-Eal, leaving only crates upon crates of blueberries.
The wild man kicked aside a soggy rope and stomped across the deck. A shred of paper remained near the mast marked with a Harmonian seal. "No one better be sneaking around me to deal with the Harmonian government," he scowled.
Cray was unpredictable, so no one spoke as he scanned the salty planks for any other sign of suspicious remains. "Where did this ship come from?" he asked.
"We haven't been able to figure it out yet, Sir," the official he addressed saluted, "There were none of the usual national flags or other markings. There isn't even a name on it."
"Can't be a ghost ship," Cray muttered, "Ghosts have no use for blueberries. ...But I do. Hmph!" He hefted a full crate up and carried it away back toward the fortress. "Clean up this mess!" he commanded the men, "And keep an eye out for any of the crew that abandoned it! They can't have drifted far if they left by lifeboat! ...But don't let that distract you from the task at hand! I'll have that Rune of Punishment- whatever the cost!"
The assembled soldiers saluted again and went about their task with haste. It was hard to focus too strongly on any one job the way Cray was constantly dividing their attention with work on the rune cannons, scouring the seas for that cursed rune, and a variety of other tasks necessary to maintain the fort.
"Time to make bread!" Cray grinned as he kicked the door to the kitchen open. The staff were quickly frightened out, leaving the man in charge of the fort to his secret love of baking.
He wrenched the lid off one of the glass jars and sniffed the contents, "Still quite fresh," he smiled. "I think I'll make a pie."
But as he set to work on the pie crust, he realized that sweet thing was not enough to fill the bitter void in his heart. "Muffins too," he decided.
"And a nut and blueberry bread," he continued, an hour turning to two.
The entire cargo of blueberries was brought into the kitchen and overflowed into the hall, as Cray continued his mad work with blueberry cakes and cookies, rolls and pancakes, knowing that all this sweetness meant nothing in place of the boy who would've loved to eat them.
"Enough!" he roared at last, chipping a plate as he tossed it into the foamy dishwater. He stormed away to his office, leaving his men to tend to the mess. They were fortunate to have had blueberries infrequently during their time serving at El-Eal or they would have quickly tired of what became their rations for a week.