Thirteen is still communing with every higher being he can reach. He's currently in a trance in one of the chairs in the common room.
Mauric is on the roof, feeding birds and trying to get them to nest.
Loriche is waiting for customers.
Riotan is hanging around.
A whispering voice answers. "Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?"
Felix moves slightly, revealing himself. It's ambiguous how he was hiding for so long despite not blending in at all. Perhaps he was just imperceptibly still.
Thirteen is still communing with every higher being he can reach. He's currently in a trance in one of the chairs in the common room.
Mauric is on the roof, feeding birds and trying to get them to nest.
Loriche is waiting for customers.
Riotan is hanging around.
A whispering voice answers. "Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?"
Felix moves slightly, revealing himself. It's ambiguous how he was hiding for so long despite not blending in at all. Perhaps he was just imperceptibly still.
"...hm. I'd prefer further elaboration before I agree to anything."
Mauric grins. "Hey man! What're you doing here?"
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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.
She waits patiently, playing with the kids, allowing them to see her revolver when Annabelle isn’t looking.
Tim looks up at them with a smile brightly on his face, if they truly are a cleric, they can sense Tim’s power to be particularly divine, even himself once a god “Hello… I’m Tim.”
He’s not gone long, he never is, having turned back into his human form to go get them what they needed. A fresh cup of cold water, and a meal, still steaming.
He nods aggressively. "Was that what the divination was for?"
The knife heats to red hot. "Alright... If you ever need me... I'll be waiting..."
“That would be the boss, just double checking, you probably didn’t notice the first time when you walked in.”
He drops the knife before it starts really burning him, cursing “[gp]ing… what was that?” He turns to them.
"Interesting... A benign use of such an ability is quite rare." He cuts a slice of the pie and places it on his plate. "This is so exciting... magic was only used for war in my country. Anyone with the talent was drafted in a heartbeat."
The squire looks up. He processes for a second, then his eyes widen and he looks away. "Oh, gods... I... I should go." He stands up.
He nods aggressively. "Was that what the divination was for?"
The knife heats to red hot. "Alright... If you ever need me... I'll be waiting..."
“That would be the boss, just double checking, you probably didn’t notice the first time when you walked in.”
He drops the knife before it starts really burning him, cursing “[gp]ing… what was that?” He turns to them.
"Interesting... A benign use of such an ability is quite rare." He cuts a slice of the pie and places it on his plate. "This is so exciting... magic was only used for war in my country. Anyone with the talent was drafted in a heartbeat."
The squire looks up. He processes for a second, then his eyes widen and he looks away. "Oh, gods... I... I should go." He stands up.
“We can fight, don’t get yourself confused, and we often do fight, but this is a restaurant, the only business we do here is providing people with meals.” She smiles again.
He puts his knife to their throat once it’s cooled down, “You ain’t goin’ nowhere, you gotta explain what the [gp] just happened.” He seems real serious about this “Why couldn’t I push ‘em out?”
A whispering voice answers. "Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?"
Felix moves slightly, revealing himself. It's ambiguous how he was hiding for so long despite not blending in at all. Perhaps he was just imperceptibly still.
"...hm. I'd prefer further elaboration before I agree to anything."
A whispering voice answers. "Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?"
Felix moves slightly, revealing himself. It's ambiguous how he was hiding for so long despite not blending in at all. Perhaps he was just imperceptibly still.
"...hm. I'd prefer further elaboration before I agree to anything."
Mauric grins. "Hey man! What're you doing here?"
"You called so many beings... for what purpose?"
He shrugs. "I just wanted to hang out for a bit."
"To save my friend's life?"
"Awesome!" Mauric takes a sparrow onto his finger for a second. "How've you been?"
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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.
Thirteen is still communing with every higher being he can reach. He's currently in a trance in one of the chairs in the common room.
Mauric is on the roof, feeding birds and trying to get them to nest.
Loriche is waiting for customers.
Riotan is hanging around.
"Hssst! Wake up!"
Thirteen opens his eyes slowly, a bit confused.
Sat in thee air in front of them is Salem, the god they summoned. He's about 5'2, a wolfkind made entirely of shadow with pink-creme skeletal markings.
"Oh, hello." He nods politely.
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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.
*I have a little bit of time*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A whispering voice answers. "Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?"
Felix moves slightly, revealing himself. It's ambiguous how he was hiding for so long despite not blending in at all. Perhaps he was just imperceptibly still.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He walks over to sit on the ground next to them, beginning to channel some power into them, boosting their range by a considerable amount.
He tilts his head and puts his knife away, “Do you have any bombs?” He walks over to them, smirking a little.
"...hm. I'd prefer further elaboration before I agree to anything."
Mauric grins. "Hey man! What're you doing here?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Salem.*
She waits patiently, playing with the kids, allowing them to see her revolver when Annabelle isn’t looking.
Tim looks up at them with a smile brightly on his face, if they truly are a cleric, they can sense Tim’s power to be particularly divine, even himself once a god “Hello… I’m Tim.”
He’s not gone long, he never is, having turned back into his human form to go get them what they needed. A fresh cup of cold water, and a meal, still steaming.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen, without opening his eyes, takes out his journal and writes in it, showing the message to you. Thank you.
"What're you gonna use em for?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen opens his eyes slowly, a bit confused.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“We can fight, don’t get yourself confused, and we often do fight, but this is a restaurant, the only business we do here is providing people with meals.” She smiles again.
He puts his knife to their throat once it’s cooled down, “You ain’t goin’ nowhere, you gotta explain what the [gp] just happened.” He seems real serious about this “Why couldn’t I push ‘em out?”
He nods, continuing to help as much as he’s allowed, his magic supply massive.
“Crime probably, do you have bombs or not?”
"You called so many beings... for what purpose?"
He shrugs. "I just wanted to hang out for a bit."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
After a while, Thirteen sighs and regains full lucidity. "A shame..."
"Well yeah but you shouldn't do crime! That's wrong!"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"To save my friend's life?"
"Awesome!" Mauric takes a sparrow onto his finger for a second. "How've you been?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, hello." He nods politely.
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 feel awful.*
*I'm sorry.*
*I'm gonna go.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels