"Brotha, I'm not provin' it to you or myself. It's the clans back at Honkachu. The love of my life is from the Sweetsnow family, who make ice cream, and I'm from the Syrupsofts, who make soda. Neither family wants to team up 'cause somehow the numbers say that it's better to stay rivals. Sounds like baloney to me, but they don't care."
“If the love of your life loves you, family name doesn’t matter, I would know that much. If you simply just love them, and they love you, if doesn’t matter what your family thinks. Love always wins and all that garbage.” He says with a chuckle, leaning forward, “Also, you have me to back you up, I’m willing to help.”
He sighs and pats Benimaru's shin. "They love their family, and they love their home at Honkachu. I don't want to take 'em away from that. I want 'em to be happy, even if I have to suffer for a couple o' years to be together. That's what love is, or what it should be." Something clicks in his mind. "But... the clans don't have to know where I gots da money from. They just need to know that I've been doin' well. I mean, I could knock over a bank, and as long as I hold down the business and don' get caught... heh heh... but knockin' over banks can be dangerous. People get hurt all the time in armed robberies. Hmmm..." He sits down to ponder this.
Pod is at his hotel, building something out of metal. There are many propane tanks and propane accessories lying around him as he works.
Jack appears in the doorway. "Excuse me, do you know where customer service is? There's a goober being very loud with some metal stuff and i'd like to file a noise complaint." his tone is playful and tired as usual
Pod stands up and walks over, picking Jack up and setting him down in front of his workspace before examining him and posing him like a doll. "Hmm. Basic humanoid arrangement. Bit chubby. Good teeth. Sparkly eyes..." He makes mental notes as if Jack weren't in the room.
"Brotha, I'm not provin' it to you or myself. It's the clans back at Honkachu. The love of my life is from the Sweetsnow family, who make ice cream, and I'm from the Syrupsofts, who make soda. Neither family wants to team up 'cause somehow the numbers say that it's better to stay rivals. Sounds like baloney to me, but they don't care."
“If the love of your life loves you, family name doesn’t matter, I would know that much. If you simply just love them, and they love you, if doesn’t matter what your family thinks. Love always wins and all that garbage.” He says with a chuckle, leaning forward, “Also, you have me to back you up, I’m willing to help.”
He sighs and pats Benimaru's shin. "They love their family, and they love their home at Honkachu. I don't want to take 'em away from that. I want 'em to be happy, even if I have to suffer for a couple o' years to be together. That's what love is, or what it should be." Something clicks in his mind. "But... the clans don't have to know where I gots da money from. They just need to know that I've been doin' well. I mean, I could knock over a bank, and as long as I hold down the business and don' get caught... heh heh... but knockin' over banks can be dangerous. People get hurt all the time in armed robberies. Hmmm..." He sits down to ponder this.
“You’re not going to rob a bank because I won’t let you. Would your love want to know you got your money at other’s expense?” He says, leaning down to look them in the eyes with his, glowing softly “I am going to help you get your money in your free time, I don’t know how to make soda, but I’m willing to learn if you’ll teach me.”
He opens his eyes and starts angrily swatting at Rio's hand. Judging by his expression, he wants to say something but can't think of anything that isn't PLUS PROFANITY!
"Good morning sweetheart." He says, grinning. "Think I could offer you some help?"
He frowns deeply. "Don't work with A-holes anymore. Gave up the Xanathar for that reason, so why the hell would I deal with... whoever you are?"
He sighs and pats Benimaru's shin. "They love their family, and they love their home at Honkachu. I don't want to take 'em away from that. I want 'em to be happy, even if I have to suffer for a couple o' years to be together. That's what love is, or what it should be." Something clicks in his mind. "But... the clans don't have to know where I gots da money from. They just need to know that I've been doin' well. I mean, I could knock over a bank, and as long as I hold down the business and don' get caught... heh heh... but knockin' over banks can be dangerous. People get hurt all the time in armed robberies. Hmmm..." He sits down to ponder this.
“You’re not going to rob a bank because I won’t let you. Would your love want to know you got your money at other’s expense?” He says, leaning down to look them in the eyes with his, glowing softly “I am going to help you get your money in your free time, I don’t know how to make soda, but I’m willing to learn if you’ll teach me.”
"You make good points. Plus, the Xanathar might think I'm usin' their secrets." He thinks, then smiles. "It's easy as pie. You squirt syrup in the cup and put in the fizzy water. Anyone can mix em' up, and you're more than just anyone. But if you wanna help, you'll have to cool off a bit. We serve floats cold, so fire powers or magic or psionics or whatever that is wouldn't be especially useful. Maybe you'll find a use for em'. Maybe makin' the syrups. I can teach you to do that, too."
"You coulda just asked, y'know" he says with a chuckle and a wink as Pod mentions his eyes. "So, why the doctoral inspection, I'm not dying, am I?"
He lets go and walks over to the machinery, lifting up a metal mask that looks like a crude facsimile of Jack's face. "Robot cooker. I make them in the likenesses of everyone I meet. I can even give them similar abilities. I was an engineer long before I was a Nightmare."
He sighs and pats Benimaru's shin. "They love their family, and they love their home at Honkachu. I don't want to take 'em away from that. I want 'em to be happy, even if I have to suffer for a couple o' years to be together. That's what love is, or what it should be." Something clicks in his mind. "But... the clans don't have to know where I gots da money from. They just need to know that I've been doin' well. I mean, I could knock over a bank, and as long as I hold down the business and don' get caught... heh heh... but knockin' over banks can be dangerous. People get hurt all the time in armed robberies. Hmmm..." He sits down to ponder this.
“You’re not going to rob a bank because I won’t let you. Would your love want to know you got your money at other’s expense?” He says, leaning down to look them in the eyes with his, glowing softly “I am going to help you get your money in your free time, I don’t know how to make soda, but I’m willing to learn if you’ll teach me.”
"You make good points. Plus, the Xanathar might think I'm usin' their secrets." He thinks, then smiles. "It's easy as pie. You squirt syrup in the cup and put in the fizzy water. Anyone can mix em' up, and you're more than just anyone. But if you wanna help, you'll have to cool off a bit. We serve floats cold, so fire powers or magic or psionics or whatever that is wouldn't be especially useful. Maybe you'll find a use for em'. Maybe makin' the syrups. I can teach you to do that, too."
“I could make Caramel. I’d be happy to help you, you’re my friend, even if I’m… serious, as I’ve been described.” He stands up, patting them on the head as if he were giving them a hug “I’ll try to keep the fire to a minimum.” The flames extinguish on his mop, his eyes glow dimming.
Paracelsus sits up, leaning against the wall of the lab, “Pass me one of those glowing vials, I’m thirsty.”
Once the wine arrives, she pours them both a glass. She sips it slowly, looking deep into their eyes.
“I mean, I kinda do, but I’m not sure I’m okay with dying, I wanna save the world, but I don’t know.” He sheaths the beautiful blade back up.
He rolls the chair to the vial she spoke of and then to her, handing it to her.
His eyes aren't his, but the mayors. an elaborate disguise. he takes a sip as well, savoring it as she tought him
"So find somebody to train you, I guess? You're too handsome to die an early death."
She catches the vial, downing it. Her ears suddenly stretch, becoming pointed like an elf’s “Oh that’s fun.”
“My love, I am enjoying this moment with you more than I could have ever hoped. You are everything I wanted in this life.” She runs his arm softly.
He sputters, blushing softly and raising an eyebrow “Handsome? Did you mean to say handsome?”
He's unaffected, going back to spinning and drinking juice
"You're everything and more to me, and I want you to know that I'll always be here for you.." he kisses her cheek and adds in a whisper. "be sure to eat quickly, this human form is bothering me."
"Yeah, I said what I meant" he says casually, leaning back and finishing the coffee.
“Please don’t mess up that chair, it’s old.” She says, standing up, pushing their chair to the other side of the lab. She puts up a cloth, getting dressed in her plague doctor’s clothes “Are you just staying here now?”
She nods, finishing her drink swiftly and her food in parts with a smile on her face. Once it’s soon done, she cleans her face and standing up “What a wonderful meal, ‘mayor’, dear.”
He blushes even more, looking back down to his sword, “Oh… okay.” He begins sharpening it, trying to keep his mind in one place.
He opens his eyes and starts angrily swatting at Rio's hand. Judging by his expression, he wants to say something but can't think of anything that isn't PLUS PROFANITY!
"Good morning sweetheart." He says, grinning. "Think I could offer you some help?"
He frowns deeply. "Don't work with A-holes anymore. Gave up the Xanathar for that reason, so why the hell would I deal with... whoever you are?"
“Several reasons. But principal of these is that I know what you want, and I know exactly how I could help you achieve it exactly as you want.”
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He sighs and pats Benimaru's shin. "They love their family, and they love their home at Honkachu. I don't want to take 'em away from that. I want 'em to be happy, even if I have to suffer for a couple o' years to be together. That's what love is, or what it should be." Something clicks in his mind. "But... the clans don't have to know where I gots da money from. They just need to know that I've been doin' well. I mean, I could knock over a bank, and as long as I hold down the business and don' get caught... heh heh... but knockin' over banks can be dangerous. People get hurt all the time in armed robberies. Hmmm..." He sits down to ponder this.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
Paracelsus sits up, leaning against the wall of the lab, “Pass me one of those glowing vials, I’m thirsty.”
Once the wine arrives, she pours them both a glass. She sips it slowly, looking deep into their eyes.
“I mean, I kinda do, but I’m not sure I’m okay with dying, I wanna save the world, but I don’t know.” He sheaths the beautiful blade back up.
Pod stands up and walks over, picking Jack up and setting him down in front of his workspace before examining him and posing him like a doll. "Hmm. Basic humanoid arrangement. Bit chubby. Good teeth. Sparkly eyes..." He makes mental notes as if Jack weren't in the room.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You’re not going to rob a bank because I won’t let you. Would your love want to know you got your money at other’s expense?” He says, leaning down to look them in the eyes with his, glowing softly “I am going to help you get your money in your free time, I don’t know how to make soda, but I’m willing to learn if you’ll teach me.”
He frowns deeply. "Don't work with A-holes anymore. Gave up the Xanathar for that reason, so why the hell would I deal with... whoever you are?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Morning*
*Hope everyones doing good*
*I hope you are doing well too.*
She catches the vial, downing it. Her ears suddenly stretch, becoming pointed like an elf’s “Oh that’s fun.”
“My love, I am enjoying this moment with you more than I could have ever hoped. You are everything I wanted in this life.” She runs his arm softly.
He sputters, blushing softly and raising an eyebrow “Handsome? Did you mean to say handsome?”
*I'm doing my best*
*Thats the best you can do. Love you Alaric.*
"You make good points. Plus, the Xanathar might think I'm usin' their secrets." He thinks, then smiles. "It's easy as pie. You squirt syrup in the cup and put in the fizzy water. Anyone can mix em' up, and you're more than just anyone. But if you wanna help, you'll have to cool off a bit. We serve floats cold, so fire powers or magic or psionics or whatever that is wouldn't be especially useful. Maybe you'll find a use for em'. Maybe makin' the syrups. I can teach you to do that, too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He lets go and walks over to the machinery, lifting up a metal mask that looks like a crude facsimile of Jack's face. "Robot cooker. I make them in the likenesses of everyone I meet. I can even give them similar abilities. I was an engineer long before I was a Nightmare."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I could make Caramel. I’d be happy to help you, you’re my friend, even if I’m… serious, as I’ve been described.” He stands up, patting them on the head as if he were giving them a hug “I’ll try to keep the fire to a minimum.” The flames extinguish on his mop, his eyes glow dimming.
“Please don’t mess up that chair, it’s old.” She says, standing up, pushing their chair to the other side of the lab. She puts up a cloth, getting dressed in her plague doctor’s clothes “Are you just staying here now?”
She nods, finishing her drink swiftly and her food in parts with a smile on her face. Once it’s soon done, she cleans her face and standing up “What a wonderful meal, ‘mayor’, dear.”
He blushes even more, looking back down to his sword, “Oh… okay.” He begins sharpening it, trying to keep his mind in one place.
“Several reasons. But principal of these is that I know what you want, and I know exactly how I could help you achieve it exactly as you want.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.