"All good points. It's good that you're honest. What's your favorite weapon? I'm not very good with them, so I just use a knife." He draws said weapon, a well-maintained chef's knife contrasting his filthy hides and leather.
*It took a little bit but you got it on the money.*
He makes a flourish, pointing to a scythe resting where his opponent once was, “I’m a scythe kind of guy, I know it isn’t meant to be a weapon, but it’s stylish and cuts as good as anything else, so I used it. Nice knife, do you like cooking and baking?”
He nods, giggling through that analog autotune mask. "I learned my craft from strange venues and dark alcoves. A hag here, a demon there, a lich hither, a genie thither. I specialize in the use of fey dishes, since they interest me the most. Believe it or not, fey don't take a scientific approach to cooking, but an engineering approach. An 'if it works and I can recreate it, it's good' type of thought process. Also the first sweets I ever ate were from a Brindlecap, and I've been enamored with these little glamoured goodies ever since."
"All good points. It's good that you're honest. What's your favorite weapon? I'm not very good with them, so I just use a knife." He draws said weapon, a well-maintained chef's knife contrasting his filthy hides and leather.
*It took a little bit but you got it on the money.*
He makes a flourish, pointing to a scythe resting where his opponent once was, “I’m a scythe kind of guy, I know it isn’t meant to be a weapon, but it’s stylish and cuts as good as anything else, so I used it. Nice knife, do you like cooking and baking?”
He nods, giggling through that analog autotune mask. "I learned my craft from strange venues and dark alcoves. A hag here, a demon there, a lich hither, a genie thither. I specialize in the use of fey dishes, since they interest me the most. Believe it or not, fey don't take a scientific approach to cooking, but an engineering approach. An 'if it works and I can recreate it, it's good' type of thought process. Also the first sweets I ever ate were from a Brindlecap, and I've been enamored with these little glamoured goodies ever since."
He listens to them, kicking out his feet and lying splayed in the dirt, looking out at the sky with a smile on his face “It’s all about that one chance encounter that leads to a life you never would’ve expected, I never thought I’d be a thrill seeking hero, but never the less, I’m here, fighting demons and having the best time of my life doing it.”
He nods, giggling through that analog autotune mask. "I learned my craft from strange venues and dark alcoves. A hag here, a demon there, a lich hither, a genie thither. I specialize in the use of fey dishes, since they interest me the most. Believe it or not, fey don't take a scientific approach to cooking, but an engineering approach. An 'if it works and I can recreate it, it's good' type of thought process. Also the first sweets I ever ate were from a Brindlecap, and I've been enamored with these little glamoured goodies ever since."
He listens to them, kicking out his feet and lying splayed in the dirt, looking out at the sky with a smile on his face “It’s all about that one chance encounter that leads to a life you never would’ve expected, I never thought I’d be a thrill seeking hero, but never the less, I’m here, fighting demons and having the best time of my life doing it.”
"Sounds like a good deal. I'm trying to teach the local population to be themselves and live in wonder instead of fear. That's what makes my life better." He puts away his knife and lifts his mask slightly, revealing the stitched and glued remains of what was once a mouth, filled to the brim with teeth. He starts chowing down on cookies.
“You can’t make me do that either. I’m loyal to nobody.”
"Then atleast be a productive member of our neighborhood." he sighs, rubbing his face.
“You’re a psycho.”
"Shut up.."
“No!”
"Whether you like it or not, you're stuck with me. C'mon."
“Fine.” He follows Lumen.
He takes them to a town made of four sections, the whole town being a circle 3 miles wide. each sections represents a season. He leads them to the spring portion "This is Aspen: Spring."
“Why are they modeled after seasons?” He seems to be in awe. “And why did you take me to this particular season?”
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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!
“Fine.” He follows Lumen.
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!
Extended Signature!
*Cut for Ban.*
He sighs, “I just lectured ya about this, whatever if ya wanna trust me I ain’t gonna stop ya.”
*Cut for Salem.*
Ty begins to chow down, realizing how good the food is instantly.
(Good place to end? Who’s next out of who we have left?)
“Of course, my beloved.” He pays for the ice cream, before getting up.
“Well, who do you trust?”
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!
Extended Signature!
He nods, giggling through that analog autotune mask. "I learned my craft from strange venues and dark alcoves. A hag here, a demon there, a lich hither, a genie thither. I specialize in the use of fey dishes, since they interest me the most. Believe it or not, fey don't take a scientific approach to cooking, but an engineering approach. An 'if it works and I can recreate it, it's good' type of thought process. Also the first sweets I ever ate were from a Brindlecap, and I've been enamored with these little glamoured goodies ever since."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He thinks about it for a moment, “My ma, my pa, an’ my sister, maybe Weemin too.”
“Weemin?”
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!
Extended Signature!
He stops eating for a moment to nod “Whoever made this knew what they were doing, dude.”
Camilla, currently a giant just like them with a casting of Enlarge, is skipping through the field in a new dress she’s got.
He leads them through the town, seeing the sights and enjoying their time.
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!
Extended Signature!
He listens to them, kicking out his feet and lying splayed in the dirt, looking out at the sky with a smile on his face “It’s all about that one chance encounter that leads to a life you never would’ve expected, I never thought I’d be a thrill seeking hero, but never the less, I’m here, fighting demons and having the best time of my life doing it.”
“Friend o’ mine, pretty lil thing.” He gets a dreamy look in his eyes for a moment.
“Ah. I see.” He gives him a wry smile.
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!
Extended Signature!
"Sounds like a good deal. I'm trying to teach the local population to be themselves and live in wonder instead of fear. That's what makes my life better." He puts away his knife and lifts his mask slightly, revealing the stitched and glued remains of what was once a mouth, filled to the brim with teeth. He starts chowing down on cookies.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
“Why are they modeled after seasons?” He seems to be in awe. “And why did you take me to this particular season?”
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!
Extended Signature!
“I thought you didn’t work here, what do you do?”
She turns back to them, her billowing dress swaying, she’s grown less shy with Dew, running over to them.
They carry them back to the wagon, checking out everything on the way.