I CAN SMELL IT FROM HERE! (Runaway Gingerbread||Tiramisu & Rohma)

It was the sort of day that made Rohma forget about her troubles. A nice breeze with a hint of warmth and yet the air felt like it held a warm glow without being stifling. If anything the day seemed to invite a certain sense of laziness and calm that allowed the roguish woman to release a pleased sigh. Closing eyes she even enjoyed some of the scents wafting from the town and nearby restaurant streets: dumplings, ramen, teriyaki chicken, and…gingerbread? Eyebrows knit a bit as that wasn’t terribly common from the snack shops. Not unknown but still rather strange since the shop tended to be too far to smell it from here. ’Guess someone bought it fresh and just opened it?’ More than likely she was overthinking it.

Right up until she heard shouts about “the muffin man” shortly followed by another voice yelling about a gingerbread man.

Curiosity ripped her up from her spot on the deck of the guild, calm replaced with begrudging acceptance that, yes, she would be moving right now. Quickly yanking on her boots the woman came out of the garden enough to see a brunette woman on the ground and a cookie man running away. ”Oh man we can’t allow that! Would be bad if he starts enchanting other foods,” the raven haired woman grumbled, sure their guild master wouldn’t want to hear about funny food phenomena within Terra Ignis. A pistol appeared in her hand and yet the woman never received a chance to so much as lift it.

There it stood. Scraggy fur that could’ve used a wash and a brush, tail down low as if the effort of raising up was too bothersome to consider, and dark eyes that just oozed a sigh with every blink. Nonchalantly it bent its head down as the ginger baked man turned his head to mockingly yell at them, “ALL HAIL THE MUFFIN MAN YOU SUC-“ and found his little bready arms lightly tapping against a muzzle. Throwing him up into the air the dog crunched his body and then turned around to find its next meal, leaving only bits of stubby limbs in his wake.

”Well…solves that…err…lemme help you up,” she offered to the girl on the ground. Though Rohma tended to come and go quite a bit she usually made note of new faces and couldn’t recall this one. Once she’d gotten the lass to her feet she raised an eyebrow, ”You new? Don’t believe we’ve met before…did someone enchant your cookie?” Maybe she’d been practicing a spell and it simply went wrong?

A few chuckles slipped out: anyone who probably caught a whiff likely wished the same thing. It almost tempted Rohma even though gingerbread wasn’t usually her thing, though the idea of a fresh pastry of some sort held merit. ”Well welcome to Infinity Hydra…even though I don’t know how fresh you are, but all the same still good to see new faces. And no worries…pretty sure stuff like that doesn’t happen all the time ‘round these parts.” Rohma’s head tilted towards the direction the unfortunate enchanted cookie raced off before meeting his…could it even be classified as a gruesome end? Human wise sure, but cookie…well possibly though at least less torturous dissolving in a glass of milk.

”I’m Rohma by the way, Rohma Vildalti. Don’t worry if you’ve never heard of me: I haven’t done anything important I promise,” she spoke with a cheeky grin, joking and uncaring at her lack of accomplishment. It was true that in the mage world her name wouldn’t be of anything of note and she knew it. Unless the girl held interest in history and uncovering truths of the past or even treasures then even Rohma’s last name would escape her since the woman’s parents were only really known amongst academics. ”I tend to come and go pretty frequently so not always around, but takin’ a small break from exploration. Did NOT expect a rogue gingerbread man on a peaceful day…”