#easy-baked

Holy Toledo.

Is this...?

Akito was left, staring at the aisle labelled "Baking Goods". Had he gone to Heaven? Shoot, had he been a murder victim? Who was the killer? Who would avenge him? Would anyone care? Damn, he didn't even have time to frown. Instead, his eyes glazed over the various lineups of baking related goods. It called to him, the way metal did, but... fluffier. Softer. Not so violently, for the most part, which appealed to one half of him. Hey, it wasn't like they were going to have a metal-smithing aisle. This would do.

Akito clucked his tongue, though, realizing that in the midst of spontaneous teleportation, he hadn't brought his Easy Bake oven companion. He missed it, thoroughly, but nonetheless was already picking out various ingredients and piling them.

What, ho! Anyone care to bake some cookies?

Well, goddamn. This definitely was not the kind of hospitality Akito had considered when he had approached Hope's Peak. Neither did most of this setting seem -- was that a carousel?

Akito blinked. Holy crap. The school had a carousel.

He groaned as he tried to sit up and get a better view of it, his hand dashing his Electronic ID across the ground. The rectangle skeetered and clunked a meter before stopping, drawing his eye with the light, blue, ambient glow. It was just as out-of-place as everything else, so it drew his attention away from the backdrop of a European Village. Akito scooped it up between his hands, and, with steady fingers, scrolled through what little information the ID could give him regarding where he was. It was fairly nondescript, even a little too cheerful for the sudden situation that he had been tossed into. Lackadaisical could describe it, and that was not a feeling that Akito agreed with. The blacksmith dusted himself off, using his hands to take balance as he stood.

Damn well donned as ever, he adjusted his leather apron. Yes, he had worn the gosh-darn thing to his first day. It was his uniform and his pride as a worker of the metal (and dough). His work boots scuffed at the ground as he turned a full three-sixty, trying to get a bearing of his surroundings. There wasn't much to look at. Well, on the contrary, there certainly was. However, none of it particularly caught his eye. It was all so different, so out of place. Yet somehow... it blended together. Like molten metal. It unnerved him, but it was not a feeling he would allow to control his demeanor.

"Eh... hello? Is anyone out there?

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I definitely want to write and read more like I used to. I've always wanted to go vegetarian or at least pescatarian, for the nutrition and the animals, but I feel so bad because I love meat. But I'm sure that when I'm old enough to buy my own food, I'll try to commit.

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Happy almost birthday, fellow Sagittarius :) <333