"And why can't I? I could snap my fingers, and you will be gone. And what divine grace could stand in my way? What god is foolish enough to stand before me, in my kitchen, and claim that their will supersedes mine? This was never about you. I never asked your (GP)ing opinion. I don't give a (GP) what you've paid for this. It is my divine mercy that gives you the privilege to be driven before me and my chefs, cowering and praying. I ask again: Why. Can't. I?"
A man walks out of the water of a nearby lake, the water sloughing off of him as though he were covered in oil. He is perfectly clean, as demonstrated by his perfectly white clothes. He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be much more... eccentric. His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length caqpe which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chefs hat is completely black for some reason. Even his shoes are asymmetrical, with the left being black and the right being white.
Vittrosi watches, eyebrow raised in curiosity. He sheathes his sword quietly and walks over "Hello, and welcome."
The man turns, revealing his dark green hair and conventionally attractive face. He smiles warmly. "Thank you, friend." He bows. "I am Chef Auguste Barbaeu, former Executive Chef of the Gut, one of the finest eateries to travel the seas. How are you this fine day?"
"I am wonderful, the weather is nice so that makes my mood soar." He chuckles "What, may I ask, is an esteemed chef such as yourself doing here?"
"Why thank you," The scarecrow's baggy coat and pants seem to be more patches and rags than the original cloth. He swings the fishing rod with excellent precision and the line arches gracefully in the air before landing in the water. The movement causes several dry flakes of straw to come loose. "I usually don't have much luck when trying to procure food."
"Your luck seems fine. It's your equipment that needs work. One of the hardest things to do is work without the proper tools. A rusty hook is far less likely to catch a fish than a pristine one, and without proper bait you'll rarely catch anything of value. Proper tools are expensive, however, so you'll need to learn quite a few tricks before you can get them."
"Oh I know quite a few tricks. Too many tricks and trades to keep track of." His stitched lips turn up in a smile, "But my cloth carries a curse. A curse that can never be fed. These poor souls have to go to bed hungry most nights." He says as he gestures to the crows.
Vittrosi watches, eyebrow raised in curiosity. He sheathes his sword quietly and walks over "Hello, and welcome."
The man turns, revealing his dark green hair and conventionally attractive face. He smiles warmly. "Thank you, friend." He bows. "I am Chef Auguste Barbaeu, former Executive Chef of the Gut, one of the finest eateries to travel the seas. How are you this fine day?"
"I am wonderful, the weather is nice so that makes my mood soar." He chuckles "What, may I ask, is an esteemed chef such as yourself doing here?"
*'Puter slooooow*
"Ah, the ship I have worked on for longer than living memory... has been destroyed. Most of my chefs were killed. But today is a new day, and great opportunities await us all, don't you think?"
"Your luck seems fine. It's your equipment that needs work. One of the hardest things to do is work without the proper tools. A rusty hook is far less likely to catch a fish than a pristine one, and without proper bait you'll rarely catch anything of value. Proper tools are expensive, however, so you'll need to learn quite a few tricks before you can get them."
"Oh I know quite a few tricks. Too many tricks and trades to keep track of." His stitched lips turn up in a smile, "But my cloth carries a curse. A curse that can never be fed. These poor souls have to go to bed hungry most nights." He says as he gestures to the crows.
"Hmm... kitchen waste, like gristle and silverskin, could easily feed your crows. I would gladly give you any meat that I cannot use if I had any, but right now I'm a bit ingredient-poor due to losing my galley."
Vittrosi watches, eyebrow raised in curiosity. He sheathes his sword quietly and walks over "Hello, and welcome."
The man turns, revealing his dark green hair and conventionally attractive face. He smiles warmly. "Thank you, friend." He bows. "I am Chef Auguste Barbaeu, former Executive Chef of the Gut, one of the finest eateries to travel the seas. How are you this fine day?"
"I am wonderful, the weather is nice so that makes my mood soar." He chuckles "What, may I ask, is an esteemed chef such as yourself doing here?"
*'Puter slooooow*
"Ah, the ship I have worked on for longer than living memory... has been destroyed. Most of my chefs were killed. But today is a new day, and great opportunities await us all, don't you think?"
*Sler Compooter*
"Indeed. What is the saying? 'Tomorrow is a new day?'" he chuckles.
*Hellor. Owndbwibdbalow i can’t figure out what to do on here*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"Your luck seems fine. It's your equipment that needs work. One of the hardest things to do is work without the proper tools. A rusty hook is far less likely to catch a fish than a pristine one, and without proper bait you'll rarely catch anything of value. Proper tools are expensive, however, so you'll need to learn quite a few tricks before you can get them."
"Oh I know quite a few tricks. Too many tricks and trades to keep track of." His stitched lips turn up in a smile, "But my cloth carries a curse. A curse that can never be fed. These poor souls have to go to bed hungry most nights." He says as he gestures to the crows.
"Hmm... kitchen waste, like gristle and silverskin, could easily feed your crows. I would gladly give you any meat that I cannot use if I had any, but right now I'm a bit ingredient-poor due to losing my galley."
"You're a sea cook then?" He tilts his head back as if thinking, "How'd your ship go down?"
"Ah, the ship I have worked on for longer than living memory... has been destroyed. Most of my chefs were killed. But today is a new day, and great opportunities await us all, don't you think?"
*Sler Compooter*
"Indeed. What is the saying? 'Tomorrow is a new day?'" he chuckles.
"Indeed. Now I simply wish to find a new kitchen where I can share my talents."
*Hellor. Owndbwibdbalow i can’t figure out what to do on here*
*Do you have any characters?*
*Yeay, but i got nothing to do with him on here and i can’t think of a character that would actually stick here. idk, might just got somewhere else*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"Ah, the ship I have worked on for longer than living memory... has been destroyed. Most of my chefs were killed. But today is a new day, and great opportunities await us all, don't you think?"
*Sler Compooter*
"Indeed. What is the saying? 'Tomorrow is a new day?'" he chuckles.
"Indeed. Now I simply wish to find a new kitchen where I can share my talents."
"There is a tavern that is looking for chefs. Perhaps you could look there." he said and chuckled.
*I hope your day has been as lovely as you are. Now, who wants some trauma?*
*me. open fire.*
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"Your luck seems fine. It's your equipment that needs work. One of the hardest things to do is work without the proper tools. A rusty hook is far less likely to catch a fish than a pristine one, and without proper bait you'll rarely catch anything of value. Proper tools are expensive, however, so you'll need to learn quite a few tricks before you can get them."
"Oh I know quite a few tricks. Too many tricks and trades to keep track of." His stitched lips turn up in a smile, "But my cloth carries a curse. A curse that can never be fed. These poor souls have to go to bed hungry most nights." He says as he gestures to the crows.
"Hmm... kitchen waste, like gristle and silverskin, could easily feed your crows. I would gladly give you any meat that I cannot use if I had any, but right now I'm a bit ingredient-poor due to losing my galley."
"You're a sea cook then?" He tilts his head back as if thinking, "How'd your ship go down?"
"Someone tore the entire engine out. Banished it to the Abyss with a spell."
Ede is sitting on the steps of his apothecary, sorting dried flowers. He is humming to himself as his cat, Silverthorn, sits beside him, snoozing the sunlight. He is dressed in a black tanktop and his baggy cargo joggers. A white crocus is tucked behind his ear.
William is sitting outside, sipping coffee while sketching out ideas for recipes. He seems absorbed in his own little world but his drawings are beautiful. Cakes, pies, tarts, and other desserts as well as dishes made from angel hair spaghetti and fresh basil.
Vittorsi is making a map while humming to himself. The map seems to be of a place called A'shul, a desert town with very little houses. The few there are not very close to each other, the closet neighbors being 5 miles away from one another.
"Your luck seems fine. It's your equipment that needs work. One of the hardest things to do is work without the proper tools. A rusty hook is far less likely to catch a fish than a pristine one, and without proper bait you'll rarely catch anything of value. Proper tools are expensive, however, so you'll need to learn quite a few tricks before you can get them."
"Oh I know quite a few tricks. Too many tricks and trades to keep track of." His stitched lips turn up in a smile, "But my cloth carries a curse. A curse that can never be fed. These poor souls have to go to bed hungry most nights." He says as he gestures to the crows.
"Hmm... kitchen waste, like gristle and silverskin, could easily feed your crows. I would gladly give you any meat that I cannot use if I had any, but right now I'm a bit ingredient-poor due to losing my galley."
"You're a sea cook then?" He tilts his head back as if thinking, "How'd your ship go down?"
"Someone tore the entire engine out. Banished it to the Abyss with a spell."
“Now why would someone do a thing like that?” His fishing line bobs and is pulled under water.
As the town has been growing, new shops have been opening. From cafes to the newer shop opened by a local undead, the capitalist climate of the area around the tavern has never been more diverse. One shop has recently opened on the edge of the town, the sign above the door seeming to catch many townsfolk's eyes. In bright yellow letters on a black background, the words 'The Freak Show' is spelled out, with text under the main title being 'Your one stop shop for all creatures weird and perturbing'
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"I am wonderful, the weather is nice so that makes my mood soar." He chuckles "What, may I ask, is an esteemed chef such as yourself doing here?"
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
"Oh I know quite a few tricks. Too many tricks and trades to keep track of." His stitched lips turn up in a smile, "But my cloth carries a curse. A curse that can never be fed. These poor souls have to go to bed hungry most nights." He says as he gestures to the crows.
*'Puter slooooow*
"Ah, the ship I have worked on for longer than living memory... has been destroyed. Most of my chefs were killed. But today is a new day, and great opportunities await us all, don't you think?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hmm... kitchen waste, like gristle and silverskin, could easily feed your crows. I would gladly give you any meat that I cannot use if I had any, but right now I'm a bit ingredient-poor due to losing my galley."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sler Compooter*
"Indeed. What is the saying? 'Tomorrow is a new day?'" he chuckles.
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
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Hellor. Owndbwibdbalow i can’t figure out what to do on here*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"You're a sea cook then?" He tilts his head back as if thinking, "How'd your ship go down?"
"Indeed. Now I simply wish to find a new kitchen where I can share my talents."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Do you have any characters?*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
(?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Yeay, but i got nothing to do with him on here and i can’t think of a character that would actually stick here. idk, might just got somewhere else*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"There is a tavern that is looking for chefs. Perhaps you could look there." he said and chuckled.
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
*good morning esteemed lords, ladies, and rulers*
*I hope your day has been as lovely as you are. Now, who wants some trauma?*
*me. open fire.*
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"Someone tore the entire engine out. Banished it to the Abyss with a spell."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*[target locked]*
Ede is sitting on the steps of his apothecary, sorting dried flowers. He is humming to himself as his cat, Silverthorn, sits beside him, snoozing the sunlight. He is dressed in a black tanktop and his baggy cargo joggers. A white crocus is tucked behind his ear.
William is sitting outside, sipping coffee while sketching out ideas for recipes. He seems absorbed in his own little world but his drawings are beautiful. Cakes, pies, tarts, and other desserts as well as dishes made from angel hair spaghetti and fresh basil.
Vittorsi is making a map while humming to himself. The map seems to be of a place called A'shul, a desert town with very little houses. The few there are not very close to each other, the closet neighbors being 5 miles away from one another.
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
“Now why would someone do a thing like that?” His fishing line bobs and is pulled under water.
*TRAUNA TIME TRAUMA TIME*
As the town has been growing, new shops have been opening. From cafes to the newer shop opened by a local undead, the capitalist climate of the area around the tavern has never been more diverse. One shop has recently opened on the edge of the town, the sign above the door seeming to catch many townsfolk's eyes. In bright yellow letters on a black background, the words 'The Freak Show' is spelled out, with text under the main title being 'Your one stop shop for all creatures weird and perturbing'