"Yeah. Have you ever heard of the Kowloon Walled City?" He dries them and puts them away as she washes them.
"I cannot say that I have, it sounds monolithic."
"It was a massive cube of densely backed buildings layered on top of each other. It was completely lawless and was mostly small apartments in which entire families lived. Everyone stole utilities from everyone else. Dentistry and unusual cuisine thrived. It is remembered today for both its abysmal living conditions and its tight, loving community. That is what Mistshore is like. As you said, the people outweighed the place."
"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.
*I just found out that grell aren't actually brains with beaks and tentacles...*
"Ehhh..." He holds his hand flat and tilts it side to side.
He smiles back as he takes them. "Thank you. I will." He pours the milk into a tub and puts some nutmeg in there before placing the brains to brine in the milk. "How have you been, Mr. Alterious-Padfoot?"
"It was a massive cube of densely backed buildings layered on top of each other. It was completely lawless and was mostly small apartments in which entire families lived. Everyone stole utilities from everyone else. Dentistry and unusual cuisine thrived. It is remembered today for both its abysmal living conditions and its tight, loving community. That is what Mistshore is like. As you said, the people outweighed the place."
"Dentistry, huh? Why dentistry?" she passes out the dishes she's made to customers, not wanting them to be wasted.
"The country that had tried for the longest time to control the city had two issues: first, dentistry licenses did not transfer between districts. Second, the pay was nowhere near enough for a dentist to maintain a practice. So they worked in Kowloon to skirt around those laws. There were a lot of people close by, so they could charge less and still make enough money to survive. However, they were left without jobs when the city was torn down for being a 'safety hazard and eyesore.' My theory is that the totalitarian country that tried to own the city got angry that they had no right to it."
"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.
*I just found out that grell aren't actually brains with beaks and tentacles...*
"Ehhh..." He holds his hand flat and tilts it side to side.
He smiles back as he takes them. "Thank you. I will." He pours the milk into a tub and puts some nutmeg in there before placing the brains to brine in the milk. "How have you been, Mr. Alterious-Padfoot?"
“If you didn’t like it you can say so, you are much greater than any mortal life or place.”
He goes back to what he was doing before, thinking “Life has been good, my self hatred has depleted, and my daughter is getting married, my son is growing up healthy, all is good.”
*I just found out that grell aren't actually brains with beaks and tentacles...*
"Ehhh..." He holds his hand flat and tilts it side to side.
He smiles back as he takes them. "Thank you. I will." He pours the milk into a tub and puts some nutmeg in there before placing the brains to brine in the milk. "How have you been, Mr. Alterious-Padfoot?"
“If you didn’t like it you can say so, you are much greater than any mortal life or place.”
He goes back to what he was doing before, thinking “Life has been good, my self hatred has depleted, and my daughter is getting married, my son is growing up healthy, all is good.”
"I don't like it when you say it like that." He grumbles. "It was fine."
Jacob nods, a bit of sadness in his eyes. "Sounds like it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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She picks them up and begins taking them back to her bar, keeping them close to her armored chest.
He shakes his head, “You’ve done so much, I can’t ask for more.”
She pulls them to sit down somewhere, sitting in their lap, facing them, “Thank ya fer teachin’ me.” She rests against their chest.
"It was a massive cube of densely backed buildings layered on top of each other. It was completely lawless and was mostly small apartments in which entire families lived. Everyone stole utilities from everyone else. Dentistry and unusual cuisine thrived. It is remembered today for both its abysmal living conditions and its tight, loving community. That is what Mistshore is like. As you said, the people outweighed the place."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Okay, I am less angry now. I went to Dollar General and bought a load of easter candy.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I just found out that grell aren't actually brains with beaks and tentacles...*
"Ehhh..." He holds his hand flat and tilts it side to side.
He smiles back as he takes them. "Thank you. I will." He pours the milk into a tub and puts some nutmeg in there before placing the brains to brine in the milk. "How have you been, Mr. Alterious-Padfoot?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That's good.*
*Do you want to punch Atticus?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Why do I need to punch him?*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"The country that had tried for the longest time to control the city had two issues: first, dentistry licenses did not transfer between districts. Second, the pay was nowhere near enough for a dentist to maintain a practice. So they worked in Kowloon to skirt around those laws. There were a lot of people close by, so they could charge less and still make enough money to survive. However, they were left without jobs when the city was torn down for being a 'safety hazard and eyesore.' My theory is that the totalitarian country that tried to own the city got angry that they had no right to it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I’ve been wanting to join this for a while now, should I?*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
The dark metal warps the reflection just a bit, like it has some magical effect in it.
“As long as Wander’s happy I can get what I want without having to ask.” She says with a smile.
She groans softly at their touch, nibbling on their collarbone with sharp teeth, some of them chipped “An’ I’ll keep it in mind.”
*You don't have to. I'm just offering.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If you desire to, I would suggest it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I can my love.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I mean, if you'd rather kiss him I wouldn't blame you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“If you didn’t like it you can say so, you are much greater than any mortal life or place.”
He goes back to what he was doing before, thinking “Life has been good, my self hatred has depleted, and my daughter is getting married, my son is growing up healthy, all is good.”
She takes them to the bar, sitting them down “What do you want to drink, love?”
“I could use some rest too…” He closes his eyes, snuggling against her warm fur.
“I won’t kill nobody at all, I don’t need ya goin’ after me.” She kisses them passionately.
*Yes pwease.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I don't like it when you say it like that." He grumbles. "It was fine."
Jacob nods, a bit of sadness in his eyes. "Sounds like it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels