[b]Roleplay Title:[/b] 
Vampire Mafia
[b]Setting: [/b]
Jecht and Trixxtal's House
[b]Characters Involved: [/b]
Jecht Rutella

The microwave was broken.

Thanks to Trixxtal’s uselessness at technology, the $400 microwave Jecht imported from the United States was now sitting in the trash. Jecht still had no idea what actually happened, but earlier this week he had woken up to the smell of smoke and the frantic cries of Trixxtal. When he arrived in the kitchen to figure out what the fuck was happening, half of it was on fire, and Trixxtal was trying his best to put out the flames. The fiasco ended with them having a kitchen that was half burnt from fire and half soaked from water. 

Now here he was, days later, sitting at his kitchen table alone staring at an uncooked bag of popcorn like a popcornless loser. He had no idea how to make the delicious snack without the aid of the microwave. Jecht did not really understand the mechanics behind the device; he just knew that people put food in the door and after punching in the time, the food came out hot and cooked. Maybe he needed heat?

At the thought of heat, Jecht smiled as a flash of inspiration hit him. He still had his enchanted earring that he obtained in his youth from some weird village of gold. Since he couldn’t understand a word of what the natives had been saying he just ignored everyone and went to steal their stuff. But after they emerged from the tomb people started cheering, bowing down to them, and practically threw the rest of their treasures at him and Trixxtal. His most important treasure had been the earring he took from the tomb. With it, he could command lightning, and lightning was exactly what Jecht needed right now. 

He rose from his chair and left the kitchen, quietly entering his bedroom so he would not awaken the sleeping Trixxtal. He rummaged through his drawer and grabbed a jewelry box that contained the earring he had been looking for. Placing it on his ear like old times, Jecht smiled as he returned to the kitchen.

“Alright, time to make some popcorn!” his enthusiasm at an all time high, lightning sparked around his palm and he tossed a bolt of lightning at the popcorn bag.

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“That was a bad idea.” he murmured, throwing the flaming bag of popcorn into the sink, the kitchen filling with steam as the running water washed away the flames. Jecht’s idea had worked [i]too[/i] well. Some of the popcorn had fallen out of the bag before he threw it into the sink and they were as black as charcoal. He bent down to grab one of the pieces. “Less heat then?” he asked himself, examining the scorched popcorn. His lightning had badly burnt it, so obviously heating it up worked; he just needed something less intense. He smirked at that thought and felt smug that he was so “powerful” with his almighty lightning; the popcorn had stood no chance against his attack.

The stove still worked, so Jecht decided to try his luck with that. After he messed with the strange dial with the lines and numbers that would heat up the stove, he grabbed a frying pan. Tearing up a new bag of popcorn, he dumped the kernels into the pan and set the kitchenware on top of the heated stove. He stared at the unchanged popcorn kernels for almost a minute, frowning with impatience as nothing happened. “Well, that didn’t work-“, he stopped midsentence in complete astonishment at the sound of a loud POP. There it was! An honest to god piece of popcorn. He had done it! Grinning at his accomplishment with pride, Jecht felt ecstatic. “I can’t believe this work- Ow!", he was interrupted once again, this time by a popcorn shooting straight into his eyes. “What the fuck!”

Popcorn was shooting out of the pan, fast and unpredictable, and Jecht suddenly realized why popcorn was popped inside a bag. As the popcorn started flying everywhere, Jecht ran out of the kitchen to dodge them. The popping noises continued and Jecht knew that the only way he could enjoy the popcorn now was if he picked up the pieces off the floor, counter, and wherever else the popcorn may have landed. 

Once he heard no more pops, Jecht sighed and walked back into the kitchen with sagged shoulders, feeling utterly defeated. He grabbed a broom and started to clean up the mess, each sweep a reminder of the fact that he was still a popcornless loser.