[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/xPZoDGJ.jpg[/img] [h2][color=silver]Ferrin Astra[/color][/h2] Tenrou Team - Making Coffee [hider=mentions][sub] [@Zarkun] [@T2wave] [@Hatakekuro] [@Lunarlord34] [@Burthstone] [@Silver Fox] [@CitrusArms] [@Demon Shinobi] [@Amaya [@Joshua Tamashii] [@Oblivion666] [@YipeeXD] [/sub][/hider] [/center] Ferrin sighed. This wasn't going to end anytime soon. It seemed like everyone wanted to chime in, even after he gave his advice. Sasha seemed fairly adamant on her stance though. Good girl. Ferrin quickly grew board with the squabbling and his mind wandered. His eyes glazed over and he suddenly felt...apathetic. Who cares anymore? The decision was made and, though he disagreed, it was done. He briefly considered a nice fireball in the face of the most annoying of the lot, the red-head. Then he remembered her magic and changed that idea into a massive, spiky glacier. He yawned, nice and loud, flipping Time Lord a metal bird with his Gauntlet for his half-assed shady bastard comment. [color=silver][I]Gonna insult someone make it proper-like.[/I][/color] He grumbled, scowling fiercely. Something felt wrong, but he couldn't place it. He glanced around. Trees. Cliffs. Beach. Water. Some kinda of Gorilla octopus. Sand. Wizards. Idiots. Idiot Wizards. Nothing was out of the ordinary. What was ordinary anyway? Ordinary was...a temporary state. Ordinary means something has been that way long enough for no one to care. And foreign wizards on Terou wasn't ordinary. Then it clicked. [color=silver]"Coffee."[/color] He hadn't had his morning nirvana-in-a-cup yet. No wonder he was getting existential. And grumpy. Ferrin walked away from the still-arguing group to the tree line. He rummaged around and quickly came up with a fair amount of fire-worthy wood along with some flattish stones. Arms laden, he walked back, stopping a pace away from the group, and laid out the wood and rocks. A quick fire cantrip and he had a cheery fire going. A second cantrip made the fire slightly hotter then normal. One requip later and he was holing a small pot and a stained mug. A quick incantation filled the pot with water, which he hung over the fire with a frame of sticks. He knelt, placed the mug aside, and pulled a brown bag full of beans and a measuring cup from a pocket and a grinder from another. He hummed to himself as he measured out the beans then poured them in the grinder. He set the grinder on a 'course' setting, then cranked the handle. Once he was satisfied, this too, he set aside on a flat rock. The water started to boil so he took it off and set it on a rock. He hit it with a very gentle cold spell, to juuuust the right temp. He pulled out a thermometer and stuck it in: 93.3 degrees Celsius, on the dot. [color=silver][I]yesss[/I][/color] He grabbed the coffee grounds and tossed them in the pot. He stirred gently with a spoon from his endless-seeming pockets. Then he waited, counting the seconds, ignoring anyone and anything else. ... ... ... Two minute later, he unfroze and stirred again. Then he restarted his count. The savory smell of coffee was wafting into the air by now. A presence not far from the group, but hidden in the shadows of rocks and trees came closer, drawn by the smell. They didn't seem to be trying to hide; anyone who was paying attention might notice it. ... ... ... Two more minutes later, he conjured just a cupful of cold water and dashed it in the pot. He waited a painful moment more. Then he picked up old, stained, chipped mug and poured the rich, brown liquid. He gave it a courtesy blow and took a sip. Ouch. Too hot. [b]"And, of course, you."[/b] A familiar voice said. [color=silver]"Oh. Hey Mavis."[/color] Ferrin said without turning around. [color=silver]"I just made a pot of coffee. Want a cup?"[/color] He held up and waggled his mug in demonstration. He brought it back down and tried another sip with similar results. Then he stiffed. Stood. And turned around. He eyed the innocently smiling cherub of a girl. The cup slipped in his grasp but he managed not to drop it. He blinked. She smiled. He brought the cup to his lips and took a long sip, staring at her with an unamused glare over the rim. He took another long sip. She smiled more. He took a third sip. Then he stalked over and poked her in the head. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2bi-Kbp8yE]*[/url] His metal finger passed through her without meeting any resistance. [b]"Hey!"[/b] [color=silver]"Huh."[/color] Ferrin peered down at her. He inhaled as if to say something, then stopped. [color=silver]"Small as ever, I see. Whenever are you gonna grow, eh Shortstack?"[/color] He put his hand on her head, or where it appeared to be. She pouted and huffed. [b]"Not everyone is as freakishly tall as you, Maggie."[/b] She said, drawing out the 'a' and chopping the word. You could practically hear the vein pop on Ferrin's temple. His right eye started twitching. [color=silver]"Don't call me that."[/color] He said though gritted teeth. He also took another sip of coffee. Long-dead guildmaster or not, he had coffee and no one could keep him from it. Mavis smirked impiously. [b]"Why not? Maaaag-ie."[/b] [color=silver]"Pipsqeak!"[/color] [b]"Beanstalk!"[/b] [color=silver]"Hobbit!"[/color] [b]"Giant!"[/b] Ferrin crossed his arms, careful of his mug. [color=silver]"If it were to rain, you would be the last to know."[/color] [b]"And if there was lightning, you'd be the [i]first[/i] to know."[/b] She countered. [color=silver]"Touché."[/color] [b]"Thank you."[/b] [color=silver]"Flea!"[/color] [b]"Ostrich!"[/b] [color=silver]"Stunted midget!"[/color] [b]"Overgrown Troll!"[/b] And on it went, their insults gradually getting at once more creative and even lamer. Ferrin still took sips of his coffee, spaced between insults. They would probably be at this for a while, unless someone interrupted them. As most of the wizards there could only see and hear half the conversation, Ferrin looked like he had suddenly gone completely bonkers and was now yelling insults at empty air. Which, while unusual, wasn't completely out of character. While all eyes were on Ferrin, the pot of coffee sat, unwatched. Some bushes nearby rustled gently, not in time with the wind.