A humanoid shark enters the Red Plate, dressed in winter formal wear despite the heat of the summer. He wears sunglasses, so he's obviously not unaware of the weather. Regardless, he doesn't seem like the usual clientele. Somehow, he has a reservation for one of the better tables. His movements are stiff and emotionless, and he carries a large, sheathed chef's knife on his belt that no one takes from him. He sniffs the air, sensing something. "At least it's sure to be fresh," he grumbles.
An elfen woman, about 25 or so, walks up to him, holding a pen and pad of paper. "Hello! Welcome to the Red Plate! My name is Sylvia, what can I start you off with?" She asked. She seems.. off. Her eyes look plastic and her skin is too shiny.
He looks at his menu. "Hmm... a difficult choice. A better taxidermy would be a start. I know, my palate may be a bit refined for this place, but I think that things should be the best at what they are, not try to be something else. So," he sets down his menu. "How about some nice perspective? Yes, some perspective is what I'm craving right now. Could you recommend a good wine to go with that?"
She blinks, tilting her head. "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand." That same fake smile on her face as she blinks again.
William appears from.. somewhere and pays her shoulder "Go back into the kitchen." He says and she nods, walking back behind the twin swinging doors. He looks down at the creature and tilts his head "I suppose I could be better at making the automans but, for right now, they are what I have in hand for staff.'
He looks at his menu. "Hmm... a difficult choice. A better taxidermy would be a start. I know, my palate may be a bit refined for this place, but I think that things should be the best at what they are, not try to be something else. So," he sets down his menu. "How about some nice perspective? Yes, some perspective is what I'm craving right now. Could you recommend a good wine to go with that?"
She blinks, tilting her head. "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand." That same fake smile on her face as she blinks again.
William appears from.. somewhere and pays her shoulder "Go back into the kitchen." He says and she nods, walking back behind the twin swinging doors. He looks down at the creature and tilts his head "I suppose I could be better at making the automans but, for right now, they are what I have in hand for staff.'
"If you can make constructs, I suggest making them just that. You can either cover or embrace a weakness, and the latter is far more interesting." He takes off his sunglasses, revealing dark eyes, devoid of emotion or soul. A cambion's eyes. "Your dining has a fine concept, but the smell of fresh blood is starting to whet my appetite more than usual. For my order, I would like anything you wish to serve me. I put my life in your hands, chef, like any diner at this establishment." He smiles. It doesn't look quite real.
He looks at his menu. "Hmm... a difficult choice. A better taxidermy would be a start. I know, my palate may be a bit refined for this place, but I think that things should be the best at what they are, not try to be something else. So," he sets down his menu. "How about some nice perspective? Yes, some perspective is what I'm craving right now. Could you recommend a good wine to go with that?"
She blinks, tilting her head. "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand." That same fake smile on her face as she blinks again.
William appears from.. somewhere and pays her shoulder "Go back into the kitchen." He says and she nods, walking back behind the twin swinging doors. He looks down at the creature and tilts his head "I suppose I could be better at making the automans but, for right now, they are what I have in hand for staff.'
"If you can make constructs, I suggest making them just that. You can either cover or embrace a weakness, and the latter is far more interesting." He takes off his sunglasses, revealing dark eyes, devoid of emotion or soul. A cambion's eyes. "Your dining has a fine concept, but the smell of fresh blood is starting to whet my appetite more than usual. For my order, I would like anything you wish to serve me. I put my life in your hands, chef, like any diner at this establishment." He smiles. It doesn't look quite real.
William tilts his head, staring at them for a moment before nodding and turning on heel and walking back into the kitchen.
"If you can make constructs, I suggest making them just that. You can either cover or embrace a weakness, and the latter is far more interesting." He takes off his sunglasses, revealing dark eyes, devoid of emotion or soul. A cambion's eyes. "Your dining has a fine concept, but the smell of fresh blood is starting to whet my appetite more than usual. For my order, I would like anything you wish to serve me. I put my life in your hands, chef, like any diner at this establishment." He smiles. It doesn't look quite real.
William tilts his head, staring at them for a moment before nodding and turning on heel and walking back into the kitchen.
The shark cambion seems strangely relaxed for someone who knows too much and just offered the chef the option to feed them cyanide and broken glass. The room seems to be getting colder, but he notices this, puts the sunglasses back on, then adjusts his coat, and the room gradually warms back up.
"If you can make constructs, I suggest making them just that. You can either cover or embrace a weakness, and the latter is far more interesting." He takes off his sunglasses, revealing dark eyes, devoid of emotion or soul. A cambion's eyes. "Your dining has a fine concept, but the smell of fresh blood is starting to whet my appetite more than usual. For my order, I would like anything you wish to serve me. I put my life in your hands, chef, like any diner at this establishment." He smiles. It doesn't look quite real.
William tilts his head, staring at them for a moment before nodding and turning on heel and walking back into the kitchen.
The shark cambion seems strangely relaxed for someone who knows too much and just offered the chef the option to feed them cyanide and broken glass. The room seems to be getting colder, but he notices this, puts the sunglasses back on, then adjusts his coat, and the room gradually warms back up.
A moment later, William reemerges from the back. In his hand is a plate of Beef Tagliata with cherry tomatoes, arugula, balsamic vinaigrette, and parmesan. He sets it down along with Châteauneuf-du-Pape.
"If you can make constructs, I suggest making them just that. You can either cover or embrace a weakness, and the latter is far more interesting." He takes off his sunglasses, revealing dark eyes, devoid of emotion or soul. A cambion's eyes. "Your dining has a fine concept, but the smell of fresh blood is starting to whet my appetite more than usual. For my order, I would like anything you wish to serve me. I put my life in your hands, chef, like any diner at this establishment." He smiles. It doesn't look quite real.
William tilts his head, staring at them for a moment before nodding and turning on heel and walking back into the kitchen.
The shark cambion seems strangely relaxed for someone who knows too much and just offered the chef the option to feed them cyanide and broken glass. The room seems to be getting colder, but he notices this, puts the sunglasses back on, then adjusts his coat, and the room gradually warms back up.
A moment later, William reemerges from the back. In his hand is a plate of Beef Tagliata with cherry tomatoes, arugula, balsamic vinaigrette, and parmesan. He sets it down along with Châteauneuf-du-Pape.
"Thank you very much, Chef. I apologize for and retract my earlier statement regarding taste. We simply have different styles that suit different palates." He takes a bite of the beef(?). "Truly, you are a skilled cook, and I appreciate your hospitality despite my outrageous behavior, which has been deemed 'unforgivably pompous' by other restauranteurs." He sips his wine as if he had not a care in the world.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
She blinks, tilting her head. "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand." That same fake smile on her face as she blinks again.
William appears from.. somewhere and pays her shoulder "Go back into the kitchen." He says and she nods, walking back behind the twin swinging doors. He looks down at the creature and tilts his head "I suppose I could be better at making the automans but, for right now, they are what I have in hand for staff.'
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
"If you can make constructs, I suggest making them just that. You can either cover or embrace a weakness, and the latter is far more interesting." He takes off his sunglasses, revealing dark eyes, devoid of emotion or soul. A cambion's eyes. "Your dining has a fine concept, but the smell of fresh blood is starting to whet my appetite more than usual. For my order, I would like anything you wish to serve me. I put my life in your hands, chef, like any diner at this establishment." He smiles. It doesn't look quite real.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ooo, maybe. I might be able to bring back zenix or make a character that could interact with her. She was fun :>*
William tilts his head, staring at them for a moment before nodding and turning on heel and walking back into the kitchen.
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
*time to raise form the grave*
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
*Time to make trauma perhaps >:3*
*Heheheheheh >:3*
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 shark cambion seems strangely relaxed for someone who knows too much and just offered the chef the option to feed them cyanide and broken glass. The room seems to be getting colder, but he notices this, puts the sunglasses back on, then adjusts his coat, and the room gradually warms back up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A moment later, William reemerges from the back. In his hand is a plate of Beef Tagliata with cherry tomatoes, arugula, balsamic vinaigrette, and parmesan. He sets it down along with Châteauneuf-du-Pape.
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
"Thank you very much, Chef. I apologize for and retract my earlier statement regarding taste. We simply have different styles that suit different palates." He takes a bite of the beef(?).
"Truly, you are a skilled cook, and I appreciate your hospitality despite my outrageous behavior, which has been deemed 'unforgivably pompous' by other restauranteurs." He sips his wine as if he had not a care in the world.
(Note: he is immune to poison and disease.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Well, characters in the mean time while i cook up something*
Tycho is enjoying the evening air
*Anybody want to RP.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*When you accidently make a Inspired-by-Rosie-from-Hazbin-Hotel character.*
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
*To clarify, I am by no means a boba addict [laughs nervously] but the character owns a tea shop and sells teas and boba drinks.*
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
*Boba is delicious :3*
*I've only had it once, from a make-it-yourself-at-home kit, and it was amazing. I'm still chasing that high.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*My addiction grows*
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)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Characters in the works:
- Yuri [A remake]
- Auntie May [A Nature Witch]
- Cherrie [Tea Shop Owner]*
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
*Coolio*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels