Neither construct moves to shake it, but they both bow. "Welcome to Lord's Point, Boxer. I hope you enjoy your time here. Care for some barbecue? It's been marinating in gochujang for the past three weeks, so it should satisfy even a dragon's palate."
He notices the lack of a shake and a bow instead, bowing back towards them respectfully and nodding at the barbecue offer. He takes out a rock, like he’s going to show them something cool, before crushing it in his hand as it turns into coal, which he blows away with some flames, his alchemical symbols glowing.
"Impressive! Never seen a god do that." He puts some latticework of flesh onto his little stove. "I hope you don't mind if I avoid contact. I am something of an unclean being. A consequence of working with raw meat. An alchemist such as yourself might experience disruptions if it was discovered that you touched me, especially my hands." He holds out his burnt, chipped, bandaged, smoke-stained paws.
He looks closely at the burnt, chipped, bandaged, and smoke stained paws. He looks down at his one bandaged and smoke covered hand, before closing the hands, when he opens them back up they are completely clean of the ash. He waits patiently, watching them with his smile bright.
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too, not noticing how they are different.
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
A tall strugel with lifted boots stands in front of the fire, pacing a tight circle. He's in deep thought.
She doesn't look up from her work, her six arms weaving skillfully. She takes her cigarette from her mouth, her black lipstick leaving a mark on the end, and sets it aside in an ashtray.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
A tall strugel with lifted boots stands in front of the fire, pacing a tight circle. He's in deep thought.
She doesn't look up from her work, her six arms weaving skillfully. She takes her cigarette from her mouth, her black lipstick leaving a mark on the end, and sets it aside in an ashtray.
"I'd have to do that.. It would work, but would he approve?" He mutters to himself, sitting next to Lillith absent mindedly
"It does not matter whether or not anyone approves. If you want to do it, then do it." She says, her tone sharp and cold.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
She tilts her head, blinking once before setting aside her work and leaning forward "Can I help you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
She tilts her head, blinking once before setting aside her work and leaning forward "Can I help you?"
He gestures to his throat, making a cutting motion, suggesting that he either doesn’t or cannot speak for some reason, before shrugging.
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
She tilts her head, blinking once before setting aside her work and leaning forward "Can I help you?"
He gestures to his throat, making a cutting motion, suggesting that he either doesn’t or cannot speak for some reason, before shrugging.
She rubs her temples, closing her eyes "Mute or unable to speak?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
She tilts her head, blinking once before setting aside her work and leaning forward "Can I help you?"
He gestures to his throat, making a cutting motion, suggesting that he either doesn’t or cannot speak for some reason, before shrugging.
She rubs her temples, closing her eyes "Mute or unable to speak?"
He holds up two fingers, which likely implies the second option, giving a happy smile.
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
She tilts her head, blinking once before setting aside her work and leaning forward "Can I help you?"
He gestures to his throat, making a cutting motion, suggesting that he either doesn’t or cannot speak for some reason, before shrugging.
She rubs her temples, closing her eyes "Mute or unable to speak?"
He holds up two fingers, which likely implies the second option, giving a happy smile.
She nods "That's give me something at least." She shrugs "Do you know Common Sign Language?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He looks closely at the burnt, chipped, bandaged, and smoke stained paws. He looks down at his one bandaged and smoke covered hand, before closing the hands, when he opens them back up they are completely clean of the ash. He waits patiently, watching them with his smile bright.
He sighs, giving all three of the heads a passionate attempt at a kiss before lying down.
He can’t help but love every little bit of her, holding her in his arms. He keeps his warmth steady, helping their rest.
She lets them cling to her, “Do you want to go inside?”
Lillith is inside, weaving herself some 'modren' clothes as the ones she is wearing at the moment are dusty, bloody, and overall something from a whole different time period. She sits inside the tavern library, working on what appears to be a blouse while a lot cigarette is between her lips.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Someone (The person I introed earlier) walks into the Tavern, his face and eyes giving off a friendliness, waving at people he doesn’t know, taking off his scarf like cape, wrapping it around his neck and shoulders, waving at Lilith too, not noticing how they are different.
Lillith looks up from her works. She takes the cigarette out from between her lips, the stain from her black lipstick on the end, and sets it in an ashtray. She nods at them, simple a short as a hello.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She doesn't look up from her work, her six arms weaving skillfully. She takes her cigarette from her mouth, her black lipstick leaving a mark on the end, and sets it aside in an ashtray.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut for Salem.*
Burned from overheating with his own powers, though he doesn’t notice them noticing.
He smiles at them, patting their head just a little bit, letting them sleep but enjoying them like this.
She hops down after them, walking inside of the wagon, getting something from the fridge.
He returns the nod, deciding to sit down nearby, resting his arms on his legs, ash coming out of his nose along with some embers. He looks Lillith up and down before giving them a simple, respectful, friendly thumbs up to their whole look, still entirely silent.
"It does not matter whether or not anyone approves. If you want to do it, then do it." She says, her tone sharp and cold.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She tilts her head, blinking once before setting aside her work and leaning forward "Can I help you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He gestures to his throat, making a cutting motion, suggesting that he either doesn’t or cannot speak for some reason, before shrugging.
She rubs her temples, closing her eyes "Mute or unable to speak?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“It… was hotter than usual, tiring, it too more effort than I thought it would.” Three of his arms reach out, petting each head just a bit.
He looks curiously at the effect, not having seen that happen before, muttering about it “The stone…?”
She brings them a box of orange juice, sitting down on the bed “Never been a mom before, this’ll be fun.”
He holds up two fingers, which likely implies the second option, giving a happy smile.
She nods "That's give me something at least." She shrugs "Do you know Common Sign Language?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]