Franz seems happy, but slightly concerned. "Are you sure you want that much jelly? Eating too much sweet stuff can be bad for you." He has a slow, deliberate, gentle voice, as though speaking to a child.
Vanilla doesn’t care about Franz’ tone, though even just by appearances Vanilla looks like an older teenager.
”I’m sure. All of it…” he keeps adding more jars of jelly to his basket. “How much is each one?”
"Two copper pieces, friend. Thank you for supporting my lessons. These days, so many children don't understand themselves, each other, or the world around them. They're confused by the simplest things, and that confusion turns to hate, and that hate turns to violence. I believe that if we help them grow strong when they're young, they'll be kinder as adults."
"The only one who gets off on violence here is you."
*got any other characters you want to use since the Saphuno one's finished?*
"No problem." Rio smiles kindly.
Those words seem to break him, and he sighs. His eyes, what used to be red with black symbols set in them, clear up, to normal, piercing blue ones. "I don't know why anymore... I didn't used to be like this. It's that goddamn book!" he yells out, throwing it away and tearing up. But, it returns shortly after, sat at his feet.
*sure.* Toothless is working in the tavern, though, it's hard for him as he's learning to speak Common.
"Bloody 'ell... that was good..." he says, leaning back after eating. He hasn't finished the sandwhich, though. "Thank you, so much..."
Mauric just stands there, blank, his anger neutralized but not gone.
Thirteen is at the bar, writing.
“No problem. Anything else I can do for you?”
"I'm not a bad person... I'm a god. The Autumn God... I accidentally picked up this book one day, and it's just been... making me want to kill people with it..." He says simply.
"Can I get... you something... drink?" He asks slowly, pausing here and there.
"Not right now... thank you." he says, hugging Rio again.
"Then... find a way to get rid of it...?"
"No thank you. I'm alright." Thirteen smiles kindly.
Rio grins and hugs him back.
"I don't know that I can... But, I will try. Worst case scenario, I find a way to suppress it instead of giving in to it. Maybe use it for a noble purpose?..." he asks, trying to convince himself more than anything.
"Something... eat?" he asks, still polite, and smiling wide.
"When I get a few days under my belt, maybe a couple of gold... I'll pay you back.... I promise." he says, just simply grateful for his help.
"But like... since you got it from somewhere, that'd probably mean it can be passed to someone else... right?"
"No, but thanks."
"Don't worry about that! I can help however you need, no repayment necessary."
"I picked it up from a random [GP] spot on the ground... Belonged to some shinigami who accidentally killed himself with it by killing somebody else... Details are fuzzy. In any case, I'll have to visit some of my connections, see how to pass it off. In the meantime, would you like to come in and have a cup of tea? I'm quite enjoying this moment of lucidity, and would like to share it with a new friend."
"You're... friend of boss, right?"
"No, I want to... Please?..."
"I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND! YOU STILL KILLED FELIX!!"
"Indeed. Saphuno is a good friend of mine."
"Alright then. But don't think I'm the one holding you to this debt, 'kay?"
"You're quite rude, aren't you?..." he says, very offended in his lucid state. "I didn't kill him, I used a fake Note. And, besides, I wasn't in my right mind."
"Boss is nice... pretty, too. You're detective, right?" he sits down
"I'm holding myself to it... It'll help me recover." he smiles, beaming. "I should... go to bed, I'll see you tomorrow, 'k?" He gets up, but stands there briefly, looking into Rio's face. Does he want something else?... He waves it off and dashes off... into the other corner booth of the tavern, trying to get to sleep.
"You still caused it! It's your fault, even if you didn't directly make him die!"
"No, I'm a writer and scientist."
Rio follows him. "Hey, you looked like you were gonna ask something back there. Did you need anything else?" Persuasion: 22
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Two silver, friend. Would you like a sample first, so you know whether you want to get that much?" (Do you need a description? I just introed him earlier today.)
She feels a presence, his spirit temporarily lured back by the offering. This was his ritual, after all. It's not really a ghost, but it he is sort of there.
"It's not for me, it's to sell on my next stop." He says, a bit sheepish. He pulls out 2 silver, waiting to give it to them.
"Hey, buddy..." She says, sniffling a bit. "Heard about what happened with the party and everything... Just wanted to let you know me and mom miss you. She whipped this up a bit ago, just for you."
"I see. They're good, and they last a while, so I think you'll make a profit." He bags up the 10 jars and takes the silver pieces. "Would you like help carrying these to your cart?"
The presence communicates a vibe. A faint sorrow, but primarily gratitude.
Franz seems happy, but slightly concerned. "Are you sure you want that much jelly? Eating too much sweet stuff can be bad for you." He has a slow, deliberate, gentle voice, as though speaking to a child.
Vanilla doesn’t care about Franz’ tone, though even just by appearances Vanilla looks like an older teenager.
”I’m sure. All of it…” he keeps adding more jars of jelly to his basket. “How much is each one?”
"Two copper pieces, friend. Thank you for supporting my lessons. These days, so many children don't understand themselves, each other, or the world around them. They're confused by the simplest things, and that confusion turns to hate, and that hate turns to violence. I believe that if we help them grow strong when they're young, they'll be kinder as adults."
He nods. “I’m glad to help. You’re right, this world is real violent. I’m glad that people like you are helpin’ change that!” He chuckles, counting the number of jars he’s taken, over thirty, and giving him the copper pieces, plus two extra silver.
He walks over to them, clutching their staff tightly as the fire spirit follows soon after “If you insist, I guess.” He looks at his feet, then shifting in the snow.
He puts his head to hers, holding their legs sides of her face “Don’t say that, rest, you will heal. I… you must live… for our family… for me…” He says, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
Marie chuckles, as well as her cousin the Duchess “Of course not, as well as Jax comes back I will not worry much.” She says, though her eyes are filled with worry at the mention of Jax being gone.
Omori is in the woods, continuing her practice of the druidic magics.
KK is at the Faceless Fair, repairing a mannequin by stitching its arm back on.
Helianth is looking for the coach driver from the day Felix died, silent.
The driver is long gone. He left, terrified of any reproach. Felix has a statue set up on his grave, made by a strugel craftsman who came all the way from Honkachu to build it here. It depicts Felix as an almost divine figure, probably what is considered beautiful by strugel standards.
"Two copper pieces, friend. Thank you for supporting my lessons. These days, so many children don't understand themselves, each other, or the world around them. They're confused by the simplest things, and that confusion turns to hate, and that hate turns to violence. I believe that if we help them grow strong when they're young, they'll be kinder as adults."
He nods. “I’m glad to help. You’re right, this world is real violent. I’m glad that people like you are helpin’ change that!” He chuckles, counting the number of jars he’s taken, over thirty, and giving him the copper pieces, plus two extra silver.
Franz grins as he counts the coins. "An extra donation? You're very kind! I very much hope you enjoy your jelly. I make it myself, so I can make sure it's as perfect as possible." His blue eyes glitter like diamonds.
"Two copper pieces, friend. Thank you for supporting my lessons. These days, so many children don't understand themselves, each other, or the world around them. They're confused by the simplest things, and that confusion turns to hate, and that hate turns to violence. I believe that if we help them grow strong when they're young, they'll be kinder as adults."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh hey, wanna rp?*
*I'm here if you need me.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Do you want to roleplay? It’s cool if you don’t.*
"You still caused it! It's your fault, even if you didn't directly make him die!"
"No, I'm a writer and scientist."
Rio follows him. "Hey, you looked like you were gonna ask something back there. Did you need anything else?" Persuasion: 22
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yeah*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I see. They're good, and they last a while, so I think you'll make a profit." He bags up the 10 jars and takes the silver pieces. "Would you like help carrying these to your cart?"
The presence communicates a vibe. A faint sorrow, but primarily gratitude.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods. “I’m glad to help. You’re right, this world is real violent. I’m glad that people like you are helpin’ change that!” He chuckles, counting the number of jars he’s taken, over thirty, and giving him the copper pieces, plus two extra silver.
*Cut for Salem.*
He walks over to them, clutching their staff tightly as the fire spirit follows soon after “If you insist, I guess.” He looks at his feet, then shifting in the snow.
He puts his head to hers, holding their legs sides of her face “Don’t say that, rest, you will heal. I… you must live… for our family… for me…” He says, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
Marie chuckles, as well as her cousin the Duchess “Of course not, as well as Jax comes back I will not worry much.” She says, though her eyes are filled with worry at the mention of Jax being gone.
*Who would you like?*
The driver is long gone. He left, terrified of any reproach. Felix has a statue set up on his grave, made by a strugel craftsman who came all the way from Honkachu to build it here. It depicts Felix as an almost divine figure, probably what is considered beautiful by strugel standards.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I would like to. Who interests you at the moment on either side?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Nearly anyone really, though possibly one of my newer characters, idk though. My deepest apologies for not know who I want.*
Franz grins as he counts the coins. "An extra donation? You're very kind! I very much hope you enjoy your jelly. I make it myself, so I can make sure it's as perfect as possible." His blue eyes glitter like diamonds.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels