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
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
*Dead By Daylight seems to have it out for my Nicholas Cage. I have survived no matches so far and I am concerned for my guy.*
Donn is cooking in the forest, creating a recipe for vanilla chocolate swirl bread in front of a fire while using the techniques from thousands of years ago. He hums to himself, his ears tied back back a ponytail.
He suddenly becomes aware of a creature crouching on a sturdy branch behind him. The stealthy monster looks something like a giant humanoid bird with black fur and a bestial tail. It wears a fancy, edgy outfit in all black and purple with gold embroidery, looking something like a Disney villain. Its golden eyes are piercing, yet familiar.
It reaches a long, clawed arm forward, placing a couple of beans of Apocalyptic Vanilla beside Donn. Apocalyptic Vanilla is a grade A++ vanilla only produced on one particular asteroid and is highly sought after. Even a single bean, if you can find it, is worth a royal court's funds. Almost literally impossible to get.
*Dead By Daylight seems to have it out for my Nicholas Cage. I have survived no matches so far and I am concerned for my guy.*
Donn is cooking in the forest, creating a recipe for vanilla chocolate swirl bread in front of a fire while using the techniques from thousands of years ago. He hums to himself, his ears tied back back a ponytail.
He suddenly becomes aware of a creature crouching on a sturdy branch behind him. The stealthy monster looks something like a giant humanoid bird with black fur and a bestial tail. It wears a fancy, edgy outfit in all black and purple with gold embroidery, looking something like a Disney villain. Its golden eyes are piercing, yet familiar.
It reaches a long, clawed arm forward, placing a couple of beans of Apocalyptic Vanilla beside Donn. Apocalyptic Vanilla is a grade A++ vanilla only produced on one particular asteroid and is highly sought after. Even a single bean, if you can find it, is worth a royal court's funds. Almost literally impossible to get.
Donn picks it up, his golden eyes narrowing "It feels as though I should pay you back in a way for this lovely thing. Very hard to find, if not impossible. Name your price." He asks.
*Eh, could be better. I'm writing a story right now.*
(how is that going?)
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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
He suddenly becomes aware of a creature crouching on a sturdy branch behind him. The stealthy monster looks something like a giant humanoid bird with black fur and a bestial tail. It wears a fancy, edgy outfit in all black and purple with gold embroidery, looking something like a Disney villain. Its golden eyes are piercing, yet familiar.
It reaches a long, clawed arm forward, placing a couple of beans of Apocalyptic Vanilla beside Donn. Apocalyptic Vanilla is a grade A++ vanilla only produced on one particular asteroid and is highly sought after. Even a single bean, if you can find it, is worth a royal court's funds. Almost literally impossible to get.
Donn picks it up, his golden eyes narrowing "It feels as though I should pay you back in a way for this lovely thing. Very hard to find, if not impossible. Name your price." He asks.
"I just want to see you use it. Consider this a test of skill." The bird-like creature's mouth is brimming with sharp teeth. "The purpose of this test isn't immediately relevant. You get the beans, succeed or fail. You are allowed to question my motives, and I will do my best to answer those questions."
He suddenly becomes aware of a creature crouching on a sturdy branch behind him. The stealthy monster looks something like a giant humanoid bird with black fur and a bestial tail. It wears a fancy, edgy outfit in all black and purple with gold embroidery, looking something like a Disney villain. Its golden eyes are piercing, yet familiar.
It reaches a long, clawed arm forward, placing a couple of beans of Apocalyptic Vanilla beside Donn. Apocalyptic Vanilla is a grade A++ vanilla only produced on one particular asteroid and is highly sought after. Even a single bean, if you can find it, is worth a royal court's funds. Almost literally impossible to get.
Donn picks it up, his golden eyes narrowing "It feels as though I should pay you back in a way for this lovely thing. Very hard to find, if not impossible. Name your price." He asks.
"I just want to see you use it. Consider this a test of skill." The bird-like creature's mouth is brimming with sharp teeth. "The purpose of this test isn't immediately relevant. You get the beans, succeed or fail. You are allowed to question my motives, and I will do my best to answer those questions."
He raises a brow, tilting his head "Feels like a trap but I am one that loves walking that line." He says, shrugging. With a skilled flick of his wrist, the pod is opened with the small blade in his hand. Carefully, as if it may explode on him, he gently runs the blade over the flesh of the bean's inside, scarping off the seed. He deposits the seed into a bowl, humming to himself as he does.
*Eh, could be better. I'm writing a story right now.*
(how is that going?)
*I'll send it to you*
(sounds good)
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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
He suddenly becomes aware of a creature crouching on a sturdy branch behind him. The stealthy monster looks something like a giant humanoid bird with black fur and a bestial tail. It wears a fancy, edgy outfit in all black and purple with gold embroidery, looking something like a Disney villain. Its golden eyes are piercing, yet familiar.
It reaches a long, clawed arm forward, placing a couple of beans of Apocalyptic Vanilla beside Donn. Apocalyptic Vanilla is a grade A++ vanilla only produced on one particular asteroid and is highly sought after. Even a single bean, if you can find it, is worth a royal court's funds. Almost literally impossible to get.
Donn picks it up, his golden eyes narrowing "It feels as though I should pay you back in a way for this lovely thing. Very hard to find, if not impossible. Name your price." He asks.
"I just want to see you use it. Consider this a test of skill." The bird-like creature's mouth is brimming with sharp teeth. "The purpose of this test isn't immediately relevant. You get the beans, succeed or fail. You are allowed to question my motives, and I will do my best to answer those questions."
He raises a brow, tilting his head "Feels like a trap but I am one that loves walking that line." He says, shrugging. With a skilled flick of his wrist, the pod is opened with the small blade in his hand. Carefully, as if it may explode on him, he gently runs the blade over the flesh of the bean's inside, scarping off the seed. He deposits the seed into a bowl, humming to himself as he does.
"A trap is best laid where your prey won't see it coming. If I wanted to hurt you in any way, I would be doing a very, very poor job so far." The flesh is bright red and pulsing with energy. The seeds begin to glow with grim energy. Make me a cook's utensils check.
The beast watches intently, as if this were the most important thing in the universe right now.
He suddenly becomes aware of a creature crouching on a sturdy branch behind him. The stealthy monster looks something like a giant humanoid bird with black fur and a bestial tail. It wears a fancy, edgy outfit in all black and purple with gold embroidery, looking something like a Disney villain. Its golden eyes are piercing, yet familiar.
It reaches a long, clawed arm forward, placing a couple of beans of Apocalyptic Vanilla beside Donn. Apocalyptic Vanilla is a grade A++ vanilla only produced on one particular asteroid and is highly sought after. Even a single bean, if you can find it, is worth a royal court's funds. Almost literally impossible to get.
Donn picks it up, his golden eyes narrowing "It feels as though I should pay you back in a way for this lovely thing. Very hard to find, if not impossible. Name your price." He asks.
"I just want to see you use it. Consider this a test of skill." The bird-like creature's mouth is brimming with sharp teeth. "The purpose of this test isn't immediately relevant. You get the beans, succeed or fail. You are allowed to question my motives, and I will do my best to answer those questions."
He raises a brow, tilting his head "Feels like a trap but I am one that loves walking that line." He says, shrugging. With a skilled flick of his wrist, the pod is opened with the small blade in his hand. Carefully, as if it may explode on him, he gently runs the blade over the flesh of the bean's inside, scarping off the seed. He deposits the seed into a bowl, humming to himself as he does.
"A trap is best laid where your prey won't see it coming. If I wanted to hurt you in any way, I would be doing a very, very poor job so far." The flesh is bright red and pulsing with energy. The seeds begin to glow with grim energy. Make me a cook's utensils check.
The beast watches intently, as if this were the most important thing in the universe right now.
*What's the ability I should use? It feels like either Dexterity or Intelligence.*
He suddenly becomes aware of a creature crouching on a sturdy branch behind him. The stealthy monster looks something like a giant humanoid bird with black fur and a bestial tail. It wears a fancy, edgy outfit in all black and purple with gold embroidery, looking something like a Disney villain. Its golden eyes are piercing, yet familiar.
It reaches a long, clawed arm forward, placing a couple of beans of Apocalyptic Vanilla beside Donn. Apocalyptic Vanilla is a grade A++ vanilla only produced on one particular asteroid and is highly sought after. Even a single bean, if you can find it, is worth a royal court's funds. Almost literally impossible to get.
Donn picks it up, his golden eyes narrowing "It feels as though I should pay you back in a way for this lovely thing. Very hard to find, if not impossible. Name your price." He asks.
"I just want to see you use it. Consider this a test of skill." The bird-like creature's mouth is brimming with sharp teeth. "The purpose of this test isn't immediately relevant. You get the beans, succeed or fail. You are allowed to question my motives, and I will do my best to answer those questions."
He raises a brow, tilting his head "Feels like a trap but I am one that loves walking that line." He says, shrugging. With a skilled flick of his wrist, the pod is opened with the small blade in his hand. Carefully, as if it may explode on him, he gently runs the blade over the flesh of the bean's inside, scarping off the seed. He deposits the seed into a bowl, humming to himself as he does.
"A trap is best laid where your prey won't see it coming. If I wanted to hurt you in any way, I would be doing a very, very poor job so far." The flesh is bright red and pulsing with energy. The seeds begin to glow with grim energy. Make me a cook's utensils check.
The beast watches intently, as if this were the most important thing in the universe right now.
*What's the ability I should use? It feels like either Dexterity or Intelligence.*
*Whichever one you wish to use, my delirious baby boi.*
*Though I would recommend Intelligence for this particular spice.*
He suddenly becomes aware of a creature crouching on a sturdy branch behind him. The stealthy monster looks something like a giant humanoid bird with black fur and a bestial tail. It wears a fancy, edgy outfit in all black and purple with gold embroidery, looking something like a Disney villain. Its golden eyes are piercing, yet familiar.
It reaches a long, clawed arm forward, placing a couple of beans of Apocalyptic Vanilla beside Donn. Apocalyptic Vanilla is a grade A++ vanilla only produced on one particular asteroid and is highly sought after. Even a single bean, if you can find it, is worth a royal court's funds. Almost literally impossible to get.
Donn picks it up, his golden eyes narrowing "It feels as though I should pay you back in a way for this lovely thing. Very hard to find, if not impossible. Name your price." He asks.
"I just want to see you use it. Consider this a test of skill." The bird-like creature's mouth is brimming with sharp teeth. "The purpose of this test isn't immediately relevant. You get the beans, succeed or fail. You are allowed to question my motives, and I will do my best to answer those questions."
He raises a brow, tilting his head "Feels like a trap but I am one that loves walking that line." He says, shrugging. With a skilled flick of his wrist, the pod is opened with the small blade in his hand. Carefully, as if it may explode on him, he gently runs the blade over the flesh of the bean's inside, scarping off the seed. He deposits the seed into a bowl, humming to himself as he does.
"A trap is best laid where your prey won't see it coming. If I wanted to hurt you in any way, I would be doing a very, very poor job so far." The flesh is bright red and pulsing with energy. The seeds begin to glow with grim energy. Make me a cook's utensils check.
The beast watches intently, as if this were the most important thing in the universe right now.
*What's the ability I should use? It feels like either Dexterity or Intelligence.*
*Whichever one you wish to use, my delirious baby boi.*
*Though I would recommend Intelligence for this particular spice.*
*Whichever one you wish to use, my delirious baby boi.*
*Though I would recommend Intelligence for this particular spice.*
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The beans seemingly calm down. The beast looks unimpressed and a little disappointed. "You may keep the beans." it sighs.
Donn narrows his eyes, stabbing the knife into the cutting board. He takes off his apron and folds it. "You seemed like you wanted me to get hurt there."
*Whichever one you wish to use, my delirious baby boi.*
*Though I would recommend Intelligence for this particular spice.*
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The beans seemingly calm down. The beast looks unimpressed and a little disappointed. "You may keep the beans." it sighs.
Donn narrows his eyes, stabbing the knife into the cutting board. He takes off his apron and folds it. "You seemed like you wanted me to get hurt there."
"No. I just wanted you to do better. But I cannot blame you. You did very well, especially with such a volatile ingredient. But your skill, while impressive, does not astound me. I've been searching for someone to astound me, someone who hears the voices and feels the feelings of the foods. I need someone who can handle something new and volatile every time, and will be as excited as I am upon encountering something new. You are a superb cook, but not a transcendent one."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Hey, Wendi! I'm making a Gourmet Hunter.*
*He may be a new body for the Egregore, actually. He's known to use those from time to time.*
*He's significantly stronger than the original Egregore, though, given what Gourmet Hunters are like in the manga.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Noice, can't wait to see.*
*I'm sorry if I don't sound enthusiastic rn, for some reason I feel weirdly unemotional and apathetic. I am happy for you though.*
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
(afternoon)
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
*Hey Luna*
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
(how are you)
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
He suddenly becomes aware of a creature crouching on a sturdy branch behind him. The stealthy monster looks something like a giant humanoid bird with black fur and a bestial tail. It wears a fancy, edgy outfit in all black and purple with gold embroidery, looking something like a Disney villain. Its golden eyes are piercing, yet familiar.
It reaches a long, clawed arm forward, placing a couple of beans of Apocalyptic Vanilla beside Donn. Apocalyptic Vanilla is a grade A++ vanilla only produced on one particular asteroid and is highly sought after. Even a single bean, if you can find it, is worth a royal court's funds. Almost literally impossible to get.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Eh, could be better. I'm writing a story right now.*
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
Donn picks it up, his golden eyes narrowing "It feels as though I should pay you back in a way for this lovely thing. Very hard to find, if not impossible. Name your price." He asks.
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
(how is that going?)
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
"I just want to see you use it. Consider this a test of skill." The bird-like creature's mouth is brimming with sharp teeth. "The purpose of this test isn't immediately relevant. You get the beans, succeed or fail. You are allowed to question my motives, and I will do my best to answer those questions."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'll send it to you*
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
He raises a brow, tilting his head "Feels like a trap but I am one that loves walking that line." He says, shrugging. With a skilled flick of his wrist, the pod is opened with the small blade in his hand. Carefully, as if it may explode on him, he gently runs the blade over the flesh of the bean's inside, scarping off the seed. He deposits the seed into a bowl, humming to himself as he does.
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
(sounds good)
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
"A trap is best laid where your prey won't see it coming. If I wanted to hurt you in any way, I would be doing a very, very poor job so far." The flesh is bright red and pulsing with energy. The seeds begin to glow with grim energy. Make me a cook's utensils check.
The beast watches intently, as if this were the most important thing in the universe right now.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*What's the ability I should use? It feels like either Dexterity or Intelligence.*
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
*Whichever one you wish to use, my delirious baby boi.*
*Though I would recommend Intelligence for this particular spice.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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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 beans seemingly calm down. The beast looks unimpressed and a little disappointed. "You may keep the beans." it sighs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Donn narrows his eyes, stabbing the knife into the cutting board. He takes off his apron and folds it. "You seemed like you wanted me to get hurt there."
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
"No. I just wanted you to do better. But I cannot blame you. You did very well, especially with such a volatile ingredient. But your skill, while impressive, does not astound me. I've been searching for someone to astound me, someone who hears the voices and feels the feelings of the foods. I need someone who can handle something new and volatile every time, and will be as excited as I am upon encountering something new. You are a superb cook, but not a transcendent one."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels