He hums to himself and stops flipping the bottle, not looking at Uzui. "I filled you with dread and I can't stop laughing! Your parents are dead and I can't stop laughing! Right to the top you'll crawl, But all you find up here's a fall!"
He bows his head to Damian. "Hello. Are you Saphuno's legendary husband?"
*Referencing the Joker singing from Arkham Knight is crazy.*
He sits down in his own legs next to them, looking over to the bottle, wincing every time they toss it up and catch it as if he causes him physical pain. He doesn’t speak, listening.
He tilts his head and gives a wide grin “Oh? I didn’t know my reputation proceeded me, Damian Alterious-Padfoot, it’s a pleasure.”
He drags his short, dull claws along the bottle, making a squeaking sound. "I'm in your blood, I'm so alive, I only wish you'd let me drive! It won't be long till I make you kill! Who'll be laughing then?" Atticus grins, offering the bottle. "I'm messing with you. Sort of."
"Jacob Abbott. A pleasure for me as well. Your wife invited me to work in the kitchen." He removes the tentacles from one pot and puts them into the other, the one with the beaks. "Some people call me the Desperation Chef because of my specialties. I'm learning to work with the local ingredients at the moment, so forgive me if my first few dishes aren't up to scratch."
That scratching seems to cause him real pain, but he takes the bottle, shaking just a little bit before opening it and letting his soul piece itself back together, “So… you really killed my parents? Are you sure?”
“Desperation chef? Aren’t we all trying to cook with what we can? My best friend is incredible at turning mimics into meals.” He says with a smile, cleaning his hands as he works “You met Saphuno? Did you speak about me any?” He asks curiously, wondering what they could’ve said.
He drags his short, dull claws along the bottle, making a squeaking sound. "I'm in your blood, I'm so alive, I only wish you'd let me drive! It won't be long till I make you kill! Who'll be laughing then?" Atticus grins, offering the bottle. "I'm messing with you. Sort of."
"Jacob Abbott. A pleasure for me as well. Your wife invited me to work in the kitchen." He removes the tentacles from one pot and puts them into the other, the one with the beaks. "Some people call me the Desperation Chef because of my specialties. I'm learning to work with the local ingredients at the moment, so forgive me if my first few dishes aren't up to scratch."
That scratching seems to cause him real pain, but he takes the bottle, shaking just a little bit before opening it and letting his soul piece itself back together, “So… you really killed my parents? Are you sure?”
“Desperation chef? Aren’t we all trying to cook with what we can? My best friend is incredible at turning mimics into meals.” He says with a smile, cleaning his hands as he works “You met Saphuno? Did you speak about me any?” He asks curiously, wondering what they could’ve said.
"Unless they are liches or revenants, they're gone. I shredded their clothes and fed them to my hellmoth collection. Went into their castle and started smashing stuff." He stretches and yawns. "I also started a fire in the castle like you wanted, but I had it evacuated first. Not sure it actually burned though."
"We spoke of your dislike of Tony, but beyond that we avoided discussing family matters. I have no family other than the Yakuza, so I don't have any right to pester yours without express permission." He checks on the brains he has soaking in a large container.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He drags his short, dull claws along the bottle, making a squeaking sound. "I'm in your blood, I'm so alive, I only wish you'd let me drive! It won't be long till I make you kill! Who'll be laughing then?" Atticus grins, offering the bottle. "I'm messing with you. Sort of."
"Jacob Abbott. A pleasure for me as well. Your wife invited me to work in the kitchen." He removes the tentacles from one pot and puts them into the other, the one with the beaks. "Some people call me the Desperation Chef because of my specialties. I'm learning to work with the local ingredients at the moment, so forgive me if my first few dishes aren't up to scratch."
That scratching seems to cause him real pain, but he takes the bottle, shaking just a little bit before opening it and letting his soul piece itself back together, “So… you really killed my parents? Are you sure?”
“Desperation chef? Aren’t we all trying to cook with what we can? My best friend is incredible at turning mimics into meals.” He says with a smile, cleaning his hands as he works “You met Saphuno? Did you speak about me any?” He asks curiously, wondering what they could’ve said.
"Unless they are liches or revenants, they're gone. I shredded their clothes and fed them to my hellmoth collection. Went into their castle and started smashing stuff." He stretches and yawns. "I also started a fire in the castle like you wanted, but I had it evacuated first. Not sure it actually burned though."
"We spoke of your dislike of Tony, but beyond that we avoided discussing family matters. I have no family other than the Yakuza, so I don't have any right to pester yours without express permission." He checks on the brains he has soaking in a large container.
“Huh, so they aren’t dead then. That’ll be a pain when they come back, at least the palace is destroyed.” He says, sighing “How well did you destroy their robes?”
He looks angry at the mention of Tony but quickly moves on “The Yakuza? Which family, I may know them from my years as an adventurer or pirate.” He says, looking closely at the brains, trying to see how long they have been soaking in the container.
"My body absorbs nutrients and calories more efficiently due to a mix of genetic aberration and the severe training needed to survive Mistshore. With food like this, a forkful could probably sustain me for a day." He smiles at her. "Thank you for your kindness."
"Mistshore sounds like a hellscape, sorry if that's offensive.. I am glad I do not live there." she takes his plate and empty tankard to the sink.
"You're free to your own opinions. I don't disagree with you, but the community in Mistshore is important to me. They took care of me as a child when the otyughs that raised me couldn't understand the problems I was facing."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Unless they are liches or revenants, they're gone. I shredded their clothes and fed them to my hellmoth collection. Went into their castle and started smashing stuff." He stretches and yawns. "I also started a fire in the castle like you wanted, but I had it evacuated first. Not sure it actually burned though."
"We spoke of your dislike of Tony, but beyond that we avoided discussing family matters. I have no family other than the Yakuza, so I don't have any right to pester yours without express permission." He checks on the brains he has soaking in a large container.
“Huh, so they aren’t dead then. That’ll be a pain when they come back, at least the palace is destroyed.” He says, sighing “How well did you destroy their robes?”
He looks angry at the mention of Tony but quickly moves on “The Yakuza? Which family, I may know them from my years as an adventurer or pirate.” He says, looking closely at the brains, trying to see how long they have been soaking in the container.
"Shredded, fed into the Uzumaki Scrapple. If their souls were in there, they're now trapped and enslaved. Assuming the other spirits haven't already destroyed them. I'm betting on the hellmoths."
"Shiru-Kai. It's a branch of the Doom Raiders, which in turn is a branch of the Zhentarim." The brains have been soaking for long enough for all the blood to leak out. "May you please get me some milk and nutmeg? I do not know how things are organized in this kitchen yet."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Unless they are liches or revenants, they're gone. I shredded their clothes and fed them to my hellmoth collection. Went into their castle and started smashing stuff." He stretches and yawns. "I also started a fire in the castle like you wanted, but I had it evacuated first. Not sure it actually burned though."
"We spoke of your dislike of Tony, but beyond that we avoided discussing family matters. I have no family other than the Yakuza, so I don't have any right to pester yours without express permission." He checks on the brains he has soaking in a large container.
“Huh, so they aren’t dead then. That’ll be a pain when they come back, at least the palace is destroyed.” He says, sighing “How well did you destroy their robes?”
He looks angry at the mention of Tony but quickly moves on “The Yakuza? Which family, I may know them from my years as an adventurer or pirate.” He says, looking closely at the brains, trying to see how long they have been soaking in the container.
"Shredded, fed into the Uzumaki Scrapple. If their souls were in there, they're now trapped and enslaved. Assuming the other spirits haven't already destroyed them. I'm betting on the hellmoths."
"Shiru-Kai. It's a branch of the Doom Raiders, which in turn is a branch of the Zhentarim." The brains have been soaking for long enough for all the blood to leak out. "May you please get me some milk and nutmeg? I do not know how things are organized in this kitchen yet."
He nods, thinking about it for a moment, “If you would bet on it, I don’t know where they put their souls, but I always assumed it was in their golden robes.”
He does as they ask, walking over to go do that as he thinks if he can remember “Hmm, what region of the world? How long have they been around, do they have any stories of a Tiefling with a Aasimar brother that is an absolute idiot?”
"You're free to your own opinions. I don't disagree with you, but the community in Mistshore is important to me. They took care of me as a child when the otyughs that raised me couldn't understand the problems I was facing."
"Sometimes the people outweigh the place." she begins to wash the dishes, still listening to him intently.
"Yeah. Have you ever heard of the Kowloon Walled City?" He dries them and puts them away as she washes them.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Shredded, fed into the Uzumaki Scrapple. If their souls were in there, they're now trapped and enslaved. Assuming the other spirits haven't already destroyed them. I'm betting on the hellmoths."
"Shiru-Kai. It's a branch of the Doom Raiders, which in turn is a branch of the Zhentarim." The brains have been soaking for long enough for all the blood to leak out. "May you please get me some milk and nutmeg? I do not know how things are organized in this kitchen yet."
He nods, thinking about it for a moment, “If you would bet on it, I don’t know where they put their souls, but I always assumed it was in their golden robes.”
He does as they ask, walking over to go do that as he thinks if he can remember “Hmm, what region of the world? How long have they been around, do they have any stories of a Tiefling with a Aasimar brother that is an absolute idiot?”
"Those ones are probably still intact since I put those in last. I left them lying on the concrete while I put the rest in to feed the moths."
"We operate out of Waterdeep. Shiru-Kai mostly works by giving back to the community in Mistshore, so they might. Aasimar are pretty rare in that sub-district, though. I could probably take a look through the records if it's important to you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Shredded, fed into the Uzumaki Scrapple. If their souls were in there, they're now trapped and enslaved. Assuming the other spirits haven't already destroyed them. I'm betting on the hellmoths."
"Shiru-Kai. It's a branch of the Doom Raiders, which in turn is a branch of the Zhentarim." The brains have been soaking for long enough for all the blood to leak out. "May you please get me some milk and nutmeg? I do not know how things are organized in this kitchen yet."
He nods, thinking about it for a moment, “If you would bet on it, I don’t know where they put their souls, but I always assumed it was in their golden robes.”
He does as they ask, walking over to go do that as he thinks if he can remember “Hmm, what region of the world? How long have they been around, do they have any stories of a Tiefling with a Aasimar brother that is an absolute idiot?”
"Those ones are probably still intact since I put those in last. I left them lying on the concrete while I put the rest in to feed the moths."
"We operate out of Waterdeep. Shiru-Kai mostly works by giving back to the community in Mistshore, so they might. Aasimar are pretty rare in that sub-district, though. I could probably take a look through the records if it's important to you."
He nods, “Did you at least enjoy the sights of my homeland?”
“Oh I remember Waterdeep, I wonder if I’ve met them, tell them I say hello, even if I haven’t met them before, and if I haven’t don’t give any context for who I am, it’ll be funnier that way.” He hands them what they wanted with a smile.
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That scratching seems to cause him real pain, but he takes the bottle, shaking just a little bit before opening it and letting his soul piece itself back together, “So… you really killed my parents? Are you sure?”
“Desperation chef? Aren’t we all trying to cook with what we can? My best friend is incredible at turning mimics into meals.” He says with a smile, cleaning his hands as he works “You met Saphuno? Did you speak about me any?” He asks curiously, wondering what they could’ve said.
“… I’m a sadist I suppose, and I enjoy making dolls and puppets, I like card games, gambling, and killing bad people.”
“Oh, do you want me to teach you any?” He asks, looking up to them, thinking about them.
“If I’m lucky I will.” She says with a smile back at them, handing them the knife back, looking down at the scum as they die.
"Unless they are liches or revenants, they're gone. I shredded their clothes and fed them to my hellmoth collection. Went into their castle and started smashing stuff." He stretches and yawns. "I also started a fire in the castle like you wanted, but I had it evacuated first. Not sure it actually burned though."
"We spoke of your dislike of Tony, but beyond that we avoided discussing family matters. I have no family other than the Yakuza, so I don't have any right to pester yours without express permission." He checks on the brains he has soaking in a large container.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*She will never be the same, unfortunate.*
“You pick up some strange joys in war, do you like the sound of that?”
“We don’t have to play the same instrument… I know a few that you could play, ones that don’t need dexterous hands.”
She watches, taking off her boots to be a bit more comfortable.
“Huh, so they aren’t dead then. That’ll be a pain when they come back, at least the palace is destroyed.” He says, sighing “How well did you destroy their robes?”
He looks angry at the mention of Tony but quickly moves on “The Yakuza? Which family, I may know them from my years as an adventurer or pirate.” He says, looking closely at the brains, trying to see how long they have been soaking in the container.
"You're free to your own opinions. I don't disagree with you, but the community in Mistshore is important to me. They took care of me as a child when the otyughs that raised me couldn't understand the problems I was facing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I assumed something like that, will she be like a ghost or just dead?*
She leans against the claw, “Would you like to do anything today? It is fine if not.”
He, still not used to this whole thing, accepts the kiss, kissing back as best he can, which isn’t especially amazing, but is passionate.
She sits back down and watches them, learning what she can.
"Shredded, fed into the Uzumaki Scrapple. If their souls were in there, they're now trapped and enslaved. Assuming the other spirits haven't already destroyed them. I'm betting on the hellmoths."
"Shiru-Kai. It's a branch of the Doom Raiders, which in turn is a branch of the Zhentarim." The brains have been soaking for long enough for all the blood to leak out. "May you please get me some milk and nutmeg? I do not know how things are organized in this kitchen yet."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods, thinking about it for a moment, “If you would bet on it, I don’t know where they put their souls, but I always assumed it was in their golden robes.”
He does as they ask, walking over to go do that as he thinks if he can remember “Hmm, what region of the world? How long have they been around, do they have any stories of a Tiefling with a Aasimar brother that is an absolute idiot?”
*Cut for Salem.*
“Do you want to drink? I can carry you there if you want to go.” She says, licking her neck with her strange tongue.
He smiles back at them, eating his own ice and leaning against them, “T-thank you.”
She looks down at the revolver for a moment before holstering it at her side and kissing them happily, “Thank ya, love ya.”
"Yeah. Have you ever heard of the Kowloon Walled City?" He dries them and puts them away as she washes them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Those ones are probably still intact since I put those in last. I left them lying on the concrete while I put the rest in to feed the moths."
"We operate out of Waterdeep. Shiru-Kai mostly works by giving back to the community in Mistshore, so they might. Aasimar are pretty rare in that sub-district, though. I could probably take a look through the records if it's important to you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods, “Did you at least enjoy the sights of my homeland?”
“Oh I remember Waterdeep, I wonder if I’ve met them, tell them I say hello, even if I haven’t met them before, and if I haven’t don’t give any context for who I am, it’ll be funnier that way.” He hands them what they wanted with a smile.