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Sons of Sword: Tales of Glory – Lost and Found #12

Being a Thermal Master, it took little time for Teal to get the fires started.  The bakery warmed up quickly, but Manna knew not to get too used to the heat.  Everyone in the back had their part to play.  Only Manna and Teal had energy skills but they were most likely hired because of their abilities.

Manna took a look at the three balls of dough and chose one at random.  They all would be used for something soon.  It didn’t matter which one was first.  It was the one to his left today.  The other two were pushed to the right.

Flour stored beneath the counter was spread everywhere to prepare the first victim of the rolling assault.  Manna lifted his hands and concentrated a little.  At his mental command, two rolling pins flew from the rack across the bakery.  Just as they reached his hands, they stopped.

They hovered in midair waiting for his next command.  His magnetism skills did not allow him to manipulate wood.  However, there was just enough steel in the core of the rolling pins for him to move them easily.  While they hovered in the air, Manna spread additional flour onto them.

Teal returned from the fire pit below the bakery.  He used his thermal energy skills to keep more of the heat in the oven.  Before long, the bakery would cool down as Teal “borrowed” heat from the bakery and “gave” it to the oven.  Even still, it would take some time for him to adjust the oven temperature to the perfect setting.  Manna had just enough time to get the dough ready.

It had already been separated into even smaller portions and flattened thoroughly.  Manna’s hands moved commanding both rolling pins to press and roll the dough faster and harder than any Crisho could with pure muscle strength.  In no time it was spread to the edges of the counter flattened to just the right amount.

Pilar had already prepared the cinnamon mixture for the folds.  It sat on a table at the far side of the counter.  She stood waiting holding six hand sized circular dough cutters.  As Manna set the rolling pins down, Pilar tossed the dough cutters at him.  She tried to surprise him with them differently each time.

Just as Manna turned his head, he saw them and stopped them in the air.  “And I thought the cinnamon rolls were nuts,” he said jokingly.  Pilar said nothing though she stuck out her tongue.

The dough cutters were a lot easier to handle than the rolling pins.  They were completely made of steel and obeyed his commands even without his hand motions.  The circular cutters moved just as he wanted.  Soon the leftover dough was lifted revealing a large counter filled with thin circles of dough.

Surprisingly, Pilar moved just as fast as Manna did.  Seeing her work was much like watching a film at double speed.  In no time, the cinnamon mixture was spread onto the circular cuts of dough.  They were then stacked into three layers and folded into their traditional star shape.  Now ready for the oven, they moved onto the next ball of dough.

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Spear Mint Academy: Stream Quarter Training Center

Metcalf left the shooting range in slight frustration.  Isabaeu was very kind and perhaps a new friend.  However, the contest was far too easy.  Isabaeu tried to put up a good fight.  It seemed they gave a lot of Academy Points for classroom practice as well as application.

Metcalf was not at all upset at Isabaeu.  She was upset at herself for not believing enough to take the big risk.  She had to admit, she may have done the same thing five times in a row given the same circumstances.

All that was in the past, Metcalf got her points.  She was almost to a safe student ranking where she could leave the training center and let everything slide for the rest of the day.  She needed about two or three good scores and she would be done.

Scanning the faces, she saw a new face that looked very familiar.  This one was beaming with inexperience he even lacked the basic armor.  Then it hit her, “Is that,” she started asking herself a question but thought it easier to check on her handheld.  She focused the holographic image to the bottom of the student rankings.  She was right.

It was Lance.

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Sons of Sword: Tales of Glory – Lost and Found #11

Manna entered the bakery.  He welcomed the warm building as much as the warm welcome.  “Manna,” a few people shouted as he entered.  The regulars knew him by name.  The others learned his name quickly with all the shouting.  He had worked there for what seemed the longest time.

The cashier, Milad Zhe usually had a smile on his face.  It was yellowish green on the left and light brown on the right, the color splitting his face slightly left of the middle.  He wore the plain white uniform of the Apple Mint Bakery.  Their symbol a green outline of their famed cinnamon fold “growing” on a branch took a small portion of his left collar.  It took the entirety of the back.

Milad’s cheerfulness was in the perfect amount, stopping just before it became annoying.  His temperament made him quite a good cashier.  Some people may have come just as often to talk to him as to buy their bread.

A few people stood in line choosing their breads.  Others sat waiting anxiously to get the first fruits of the fresh warm batch.  It was worth waiting for.  Manna’s return was the first hint that the wait was ending.

Milad glanced at the clock, “You’re just in time.”

As Manna walked back to the kitchen, his robes adjusted themselves to a more suitable appearance.  Thin metal chains woven into the fabric of his robe granted him control of his clothing.  His flowing sleeves wrapped more tightly around his arms.  The rest of his robe adjusted around his body as well.  By the time he reached the apron rack, his robe had altered into a long shirt.  Granted, the folds remained but now he didn’t have to worry about anything dragging into the flower.

The Apple Mint Bakery team was all doing their separate tasks as the break time was ended.  The Chef Thetis Xian sat with Assistant Chef Pilar Wu talking about business.  The two ladies usually sorted out all the formal stuff.  It was all above Manna’s head.  All he knew was to mix, knead, roll, and cut.

Teal Bing, the oven master, sat across the room on his handheld playing Champions of Battle.  It seemed that his champion was following or chasing another champion.  Occasionally, a gunshot was heard or a fireball would fill the holographic image, pretty dangerous stuff.  Seeing Manna enter the kitchen he looked at the clock.  Touching his ear he said, “Gotta go, work.”  At that he set the handheld down and went outside to the wood shed to get the fires ready.

Manna walked to the center of the counter and stopped.  His work before him had become quite the attention taker.  The dough left rising on the wooden counter had reached its maximum size.  Almost filling the counter, it had become quite the monster in those forty minutes.  It was time to tame it again.

When Manna started working at the bakery, he was nervous around dough.  Now, it was second nature.  Pilar and Chef Thetis taught him all that he needed to know about kneading techniques.  Flour below, flour above, flour around, press, fold, and press; Manna felt like an expert.

Before long the mighty monster was tamed and separated into three almost equal sized balls.  Each ball had its unique purpose.  Manna knew exactly what the bosses would want made first.

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Sons of Sword: Tales of Glory – Lost and Found #8

Plum Blossom Tavern, Apple Mint Hills:

In a booth of the noisy crowded tavern sat two male Crishi sharing a meal.  They were in their mid twenties and spoke a cryptically.  Everything else about them was completely different.

“Keep playing in that club and you’ll end up hurt, at best.  That game is too dangerous.”  Manna Han, the shorter of the two looked at his best friend with a serious glare.  At five and a half centimeters, he was slightly less than average height and the shorter of the two.  His pigment made him stand out, bright orange with light blue and brown spots.  Standing out was particularly bad for his profession.  Since it was impossible to hide he took the welcoming image of a man of peace in bright white robes.  He ate a simple peanut butter sandwich with fresh carrot and celery slices as a side.

“The game is dangerous, but think of the points,” Guy Xing retorted in his pressed formal black suit.  He was much taller at a little more than six and a tenth centimeters.  He was green with stripes of yellow and many shades of brown.  His meal was a toasted spiced beef sandwich covered in melted cheese.  The sides were mashed corn and potatoes.  “They really need me in the lineup.  I can put in a word for you if you want in.”

“Count me out,” Manna said without a bit of hesitation, “points aren’t worth it if you’re put out of the game.”

Guy paused for a bit.  He was seriously thinking about what Manna said.  Also his mouth was completely full.  “Okay,” he said resigning.  Manna’s response was expected.  It had been the same for the last few months.  Even when they were children, Manna played it safer than most.  He didn’t want to join the gang even before they started doing the dangerous jobs.  He had a great talent though.  Talent wasted lifting purses and knocking over parking meters around town.

They really needed Manna in the gang.  He was so good at his work.  Once or twice, Guy had thought about forcing Manna into the gang.  He decided against it.  All their lives, Manna had been stubborn.  He also used absolutist, heavy handed methods to solve problems when he felt pushed.  Guy decided against pushing the issue hard enough to become a problem.

They had recently recruited a very skilled magnetism master but something told Guy that it would not be enough.  Manna’s particular magnetism mastery could be very useful this time around.  An inconvenience?  Yes.  However, Guy was prepared to take risks, unlike some.  “We’re playing out of town for a few months.  Don’t bother looking me up for a while.”

“Big game?” Manna said then took a drink of milk.  Peanut butter was good and cheap but always stuck to the roof of his mouth.

“If there ever was one,” Guy said proudly.

Manna had heard that many times before.  It usually meant that Guy and his crew were doing something even dumber or crazier than before.  Many times he wondered if Guy’s gang had made any powerful enemies.  Someone might come looking for them at anytime to send a message.

Guy continued, “We have a huge play lined up.  This one will get us on the map.  Even The Chef will take notice.”

Manna looked at Guy like he was crazy because he had to be.  “The Chef” was their code word for Cookie, the most dangerous and efficient organized crime boss ever known.  It was rumored that he was a Founder.  Because of Cookie, all organized crime revolved around Dead Lake, all of it.  For the smaller gangs, like Guy’s, to get his attention was never good.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re not in that league Guy,” Manna said with an air of warning.

“We will be soon.  Hey, you think it’s any safer for you with the Pro Stadium being in the neighborhood.”

“Pro Stadium” meant Glory City.  All the Protectors came from there.  These Superhero/World Policemen types were insanely trained by the greatest.  Nearly unbeatable and impossible to bribe, they liked to wander the country when off duty.  Even though Thousand Flowers was huge, it included Apple Mint Hills.  If they ever caught Manna, pain and prison awaited him.

“Better to be suspended than out.  And never have to worry about any sudden trades.”

Manna was right.  Betrayal often plagued his line of work.  Newcomers wanted to get ahead no matter who they had to step on.  Still, if Guy was anything he was smart and a good judge of character, and character changes.  It made him the big shot he was, so far.  With any luck, he would be a bigger shot when he came back.  Hopefully, he could keep from getting shot in the process.

They eat in silence for a while then Guy’s handheld sounds.  Guy read the message and realized, “I have to go.”

“See you later?”

“Of course,” Guy said with certainty.  But to be honest, he could never be sure.

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