“Sarcasm. There’s other chefs. There’s other restaurants. [gp] it.” The tabaxi’s tail flips back and forth agitatedly. “I’m Mauric, by the way.”
He seems a little cobfused,since he wasn't being sarcastic, "I'm Jason."
“Mauric. Wait, said that already. Sorry. Can I interest you in a new culinary creation of mine?”
"Oh,I don't really... eat food, but I wouldn't mind seeing it" He nods
“You don’t?! But taste is the best of all the five senses, just ahead of smell! Alright, I’ll show you.” Mauric rummages in his pack before drawing out a massive clam, almost the size of his head. He opens the shell to reveal a medley of stewed vegetables in a whitish sauce mixed with the meat of the mollusk. “It’s not easy to get West leviathan clams, but it’s always worth it. The meat is to die for! But why waste the shell?”
Jason tilts his head to a side, "That's a smart method, yse the shell as a bowl." He nods
“Thanks! That’s kind of my theme in cooking: using all of the animal in one dish. Of course, critters with eyes complicate it… but it’s very novel, and all the dumb nobles eat it!”
"Sounds..... lovely." He nods, "I'm sure it's apatizing to people who eat."
“Oh no, it’s all good, just that back at my old place, most people only came once to experience the novelty of the restaurant.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Sarcasm. There’s other chefs. There’s other restaurants. [gp] it.” The tabaxi’s tail flips back and forth agitatedly. “I’m Mauric, by the way.”
He seems a little cobfused,since he wasn't being sarcastic, "I'm Jason."
“Mauric. Wait, said that already. Sorry. Can I interest you in a new culinary creation of mine?”
"Oh,I don't really... eat food, but I wouldn't mind seeing it" He nods
“You don’t?! But taste is the best of all the five senses, just ahead of smell! Alright, I’ll show you.” Mauric rummages in his pack before drawing out a massive clam, almost the size of his head. He opens the shell to reveal a medley of stewed vegetables in a whitish sauce mixed with the meat of the mollusk. “It’s not easy to get West leviathan clams, but it’s always worth it. The meat is to die for! But why waste the shell?”
Jason tilts his head to a side, "That's a smart method, yse the shell as a bowl." He nods
“Thanks! That’s kind of my theme in cooking: using all of the animal in one dish. Of course, critters with eyes complicate it… but it’s very novel, and all the dumb nobles eat it!”
"Sounds..... lovely." He nods, "I'm sure it's apatizing to people who eat."
“Oh no, it’s all good, just that back at my old place, most people only came once to experience the novelty of the restaurant.”
“A fine philosophy, but now I’ll have to find a new audience here. By the by, does not eating deprive you of taste and smell in any way?”
He shakes his head, "I just don't find what others find appetizing as the same for me. It's different."
“Mm, I see.” Mauric seems disappointed, but not in the sense of not getting a review for his dish. It’s a bit odd, and even slightly off-putting.
Jason tilts his head, "Sorry, I'm sure ithers around town will enjoy your food though"
“Oh, I bet.. I’ll be the greatest cook this place has ever seen!” There’s a steely, almost manic look in Mauric’s eyes as he says this. “But I saw a place in town, the Red Plate. Can you tell me anything about it?”
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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.
*yeets my characters into here like screaming toddlers*
Rory is listening to a group of people who seem to be asking for stuff
-intro incoming-
He feels something rub against his leg like a cat.
He looks down slightly, eyes having dark bags under them as the group continues to seemingly complain
Laying on its right side is a seemingly ordinary tortoiseshell cat, purring graciously.
"Oh..... hello." He smiles tiredly at the cat
She flips on her front, revealing that the entire other side of her body is rotted, exposing her bones and a few remaining organs. Her empty eye socket glows orange.
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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.
“A fine philosophy, but now I’ll have to find a new audience here. By the by, does not eating deprive you of taste and smell in any way?”
He shakes his head, "I just don't find what others find appetizing as the same for me. It's different."
“Mm, I see.” Mauric seems disappointed, but not in the sense of not getting a review for his dish. It’s a bit odd, and even slightly off-putting.
Jason tilts his head, "Sorry, I'm sure ithers around town will enjoy your food though"
“Oh, I bet.. I’ll be the greatest cook this place has ever seen!” There’s a steely, almost manic look in Mauric’s eyes as he says this. “But I saw a place in town, the Red Plate. Can you tell me anything about it?”
"Hmmm, it's a decently popular place, but ive never been there before." He smiles
*yeets my characters into here like screaming toddlers*
Rory is listening to a group of people who seem to be asking for stuff
-intro incoming-
He feels something rub against his leg like a cat.
He looks down slightly, eyes having dark bags under them as the group continues to seemingly complain
Laying on its right side is a seemingly ordinary tortoiseshell cat, purring graciously.
"Oh..... hello." He smiles tiredly at the cat
She flips on her front, revealing that the entire other side of her body is rotted, exposing her bones and a few remaining organs. Her empty eye socket glows orange.
Rory seems to wince a little, though she can't exactly tell his expression given the blindfold. He lightly nudges her with his foot in a mix of carefulness and something else
“A fine philosophy, but now I’ll have to find a new audience here. By the by, does not eating deprive you of taste and smell in any way?”
He shakes his head, "I just don't find what others find appetizing as the same for me. It's different."
“Mm, I see.” Mauric seems disappointed, but not in the sense of not getting a review for his dish. It’s a bit odd, and even slightly off-putting.
Jason tilts his head, "Sorry, I'm sure ithers around town will enjoy your food though"
“Oh, I bet.. I’ll be the greatest cook this place has ever seen!” There’s a steely, almost manic look in Mauric’s eyes as he says this. “But I saw a place in town, the Red Plate. Can you tell me anything about it?”
"Hmmm, it's a decently popular place, but ive never been there before." He smiles
“Yeah? I gotta check it out sometime. Any other cookfolk better know soon that Maury’s on their turf. And he ain’t leavin…” On this sinister note, he falls silent.
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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.
*yeets my characters into here like screaming toddlers*
Rory is listening to a group of people who seem to be asking for stuff
-intro incoming-
He feels something rub against his leg like a cat.
He looks down slightly, eyes having dark bags under them as the group continues to seemingly complain
Laying on its right side is a seemingly ordinary tortoiseshell cat, purring graciously.
"Oh..... hello." He smiles tiredly at the cat
She flips on her front, revealing that the entire other side of her body is rotted, exposing her bones and a few remaining organs. Her empty eye socket glows orange.
Rory seems to wince a little, though she can't exactly tell his expression given the blindfold. He lightly nudges her with his foot in a mix of carefulness and something else
<Oh my, sir, I didn’t mean to alarm you. A priest and an undead… I apologize. I am a telepathic being and a reanimated feline. My name is Caramel.>
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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.
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*yeets my characters into here like screaming toddlers*
Jack is smoking in the woods
Jason is laying on a rooftop,attempting to ignore hunger
Rory is listening to a group of people who seem to be asking for stuff
-intro incoming-
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Everyone has their audience" He shrugs
*cut*
“A fine philosophy, but now I’ll have to find a new audience here. By the by, does not eating deprive you of taste and smell in any way?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He feels something rub against his leg like a cat.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He shakes his head, "I just don't find what others find appetizing as the same for me. It's different."
He looks down slightly, eyes having dark bags under them as the group continues to seemingly complain
“Mm, I see.” Mauric seems disappointed, but not in the sense of not getting a review for his dish. It’s a bit odd, and even slightly off-putting.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Laying on its right side is a seemingly ordinary tortoiseshell cat, purring graciously.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jason tilts his head, "Sorry, I'm sure ithers around town will enjoy your food though"
"Oh..... hello." He smiles tiredly at the cat
“Oh, I bet.. I’ll be the greatest cook this place has ever seen!” There’s a steely, almost manic look in Mauric’s eyes as he says this. “But I saw a place in town, the Red Plate. Can you tell me anything about it?”
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 flips on her front, revealing that the entire other side of her body is rotted, exposing her bones and a few remaining organs. Her empty eye socket glows orange.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hmmm, it's a decently popular place, but ive never been there before." He smiles
Rory seems to wince a little, though she can't exactly tell his expression given the blindfold. He lightly nudges her with his foot in a mix of carefulness and something else
(anyone want to rp?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“Yeah? I gotta check it out sometime. Any other cookfolk better know soon that Maury’s on their turf. And he ain’t leavin…” On this sinister note, he falls silent.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sure :D*
<Oh my, sir, I didn’t mean to alarm you. A priest and an undead… I apologize. I am a telepathic being and a reanimated feline. My name is Caramel.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.