Egregore nods, clutching the fabric spheres as though they were precious jewels.
Felix sits down on the stool as silently requested. "Yeah, but I don't want to just make Mauric's recipes. There's, like, an infinite amount of foods he hasn't made yet. Recipes from different cultures, voices he hasn't heard yet. I don't need to be better. I just need to prove that something can be different and still worth doing. Everyone has different strengths and weaknesses, and we can't all match him, right?"
He moves with terrifying speed, lunging under the desk and grabbing her. "Little rodent... can't believe you got past security..." he mutters, placing one hand around her neck and the other around her body. He prepares to twist, then he thinks for a moment. "Yuri likes little creatures..." He walks out of his office and heads for the exit. "Dumb rat. The one building designed with killing you in mind, and you walk right into it. I'd almost think you clever, had you not entered the one room with an intelligent being in it while that being was in a very bad mood."
"What's else can you do?" Donn sits cross legged in the grass.
"Of course not.' he said, nodding, dicing the tomatoes. (everyone watch out, William is going to murder anyone who hurts Felix)
She huffs, squirming around.
He shrugs noncommittally. "I am an embodiment of decadence, fright, and darkness. Within those domains, I can do anything. Ever heard of the concept of 'Rule of Scary?' I operate by it."
"Thank you for understanding, man. It's really hard to work when no one believes in what you can do. I just wanna, like, make all sorts of crazy stuff. Your stock helps me with that. I mean, where else can I get lizardfolk pineal glands in such high quantities? Thank you so much for letting me work here, sir."
He places her on the ground outside. He sighs. "Be thankful. Rodents are a huge workplace hazard and I would be completely justified in wringing you like a towel. Now go home to your little rat friends or something. This isn't a good place for you." He heads back inside.
Egregore nods, clutching the fabric spheres as though they were precious jewels.
Felix sits down on the stool as silently requested. "Yeah, but I don't want to just make Mauric's recipes. There's, like, an infinite amount of foods he hasn't made yet. Recipes from different cultures, voices he hasn't heard yet. I don't need to be better. I just need to prove that something can be different and still worth doing. Everyone has different strengths and weaknesses, and we can't all match him, right?"
He moves with terrifying speed, lunging under the desk and grabbing her. "Little rodent... can't believe you got past security..." he mutters, placing one hand around her neck and the other around her body. He prepares to twist, then he thinks for a moment. "Yuri likes little creatures..." He walks out of his office and heads for the exit. "Dumb rat. The one building designed with killing you in mind, and you walk right into it. I'd almost think you clever, had you not entered the one room with an intelligent being in it while that being was in a very bad mood."
"What's else can you do?" Donn sits cross legged in the grass.
"Of course not.' he said, nodding, dicing the tomatoes. (everyone watch out, William is going to murder anyone who hurts Felix)
She huffs, squirming around.
He shrugs noncommittally. "I am an embodiment of decadence, fright, and darkness. Within those domains, I can do anything. Ever heard of the concept of 'Rule of Scary?' I operate by it."
"Thank you for understanding, man. It's really hard to work when no one believes in what you can do. I just wanna, like, make all sorts of crazy stuff. Your stock helps me with that. I mean, where else can I get lizardfolk pineal glands in such high quantities? Thank you so much for letting me work here, sir."
He places her on the ground outside. He sighs. "Be thankful. Rodents are a huge workplace hazard and I would be completely justified in wringing you like a towel. Now go home to your little rat friends or something. This isn't a good place for you." He heads back inside.
Donn nods and tilts his head "What can you do with string." He produces a black string from his pocket.
"Like I said, you do not need to call me sir. It makes me feel... Wrong. Like an overseer.." he said, sighing.
She shape shifts back and chuckles to herself quietly, sneaking back in.
He shrugs noncommittally. "I am an embodiment of decadence, fright, and darkness. Within those domains, I can do anything. Ever heard of the concept of 'Rule of Scary?' I operate by it."
"Thank you for understanding, man. It's really hard to work when no one believes in what you can do. I just wanna, like, make all sorts of crazy stuff. Your stock helps me with that. I mean, where else can I get lizardfolk pineal glands in such high quantities? Thank you so much for letting me work here, sir."
He places her on the ground outside. He sighs. "Be thankful. Rodents are a huge workplace hazard and I would be completely justified in wringing you like a towel. Now go home to your little rat friends or something. This isn't a good place for you." He heads back inside.
Donn nods and tilts his head "What can you do with string." He produces a black string from his pocket.
"Like I said, you do not need to call me sir. It makes me feel... Wrong. Like an overseer.." he said, sighing.
She shape shifts back and chuckles to herself quietly, sneaking back in.
"I can knit, sew, tie, crochet... I learned a lot of trades in my long life. I dabble in noose-making as well, but it's not very fun."
"I'm sorry, s- uh, Chef William. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm just used to calling people that." He draws his own knife, sharpened out of cold snailsteel, and begins cutting herbs.
Oswald is sitting at his desk with a glass of nondistinct grog and a lit cigar. When he sees Yuri, he snuffs it out. "There was a rat in here. Did you let it in?"
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
*Also, Wendi, you said William would kill anyone that hurt Felix?*
*I don't think anyone could hurt Felix, really.*
*I changed his build a little. He now has 27 AC and 513 temporary hit points when he gets his buffs off. He's designed to be the best support tank I could make, and he's definitely putting in the work.*
He shrugs noncommittally. "I am an embodiment of decadence, fright, and darkness. Within those domains, I can do anything. Ever heard of the concept of 'Rule of Scary?' I operate by it."
"Thank you for understanding, man. It's really hard to work when no one believes in what you can do. I just wanna, like, make all sorts of crazy stuff. Your stock helps me with that. I mean, where else can I get lizardfolk pineal glands in such high quantities? Thank you so much for letting me work here, sir."
He places her on the ground outside. He sighs. "Be thankful. Rodents are a huge workplace hazard and I would be completely justified in wringing you like a towel. Now go home to your little rat friends or something. This isn't a good place for you." He heads back inside.
Donn nods and tilts his head "What can you do with string." He produces a black string from his pocket.
"Like I said, you do not need to call me sir. It makes me feel... Wrong. Like an overseer.." he said, sighing.
She shape shifts back and chuckles to herself quietly, sneaking back in.
"I can knit, sew, tie, crochet... I learned a lot of trades in my long life. I dabble in noose-making as well, but it's not very fun."
"I'm sorry, s- uh, Chef William. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm just used to calling people that." He draws his own knife, sharpened out of cold snailsteel, and begins cutting herbs.
Oswald is sitting at his desk with a glass of nondistinct grog and a lit cigar. When he sees Yuri, he snuffs it out. "There was a rat in here. Did you let it in?"
Donn stands up and wraps the string around his fingers in complex patterns before pulling it off. Somehow, he made a bracelet quickly and hands it to Egregore.
"No no, you are fine. I just... Calling people 'sir' makes me feel like I am not on the same level as them..." He explains.
"That was me actually." She replied and flops down on the sofa adjacent to his desk.
*Also, Wendi, you said William would kill anyone that hurt Felix?*
*I don't think anyone could hurt Felix, really.*
*I changed his build a little. He now has 27 AC and 513 temporary hit points when he gets his buffs off. He's designed to be the best support tank I could make, and he's definitely putting in the work.*
*Yeah. He still will murder anyone who even insults them. You got to understand, he doesn't really care about others but Felix has touched his rotten heart and will do anything to for him.*
"I can knit, sew, tie, crochet... I learned a lot of trades in my long life. I dabble in noose-making as well, but it's not very fun."
"I'm sorry, s- uh, Chef William. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm just used to calling people that." He draws his own knife, sharpened out of cold snailsteel, and begins cutting herbs.
Oswald is sitting at his desk with a glass of nondistinct grog and a lit cigar. When he sees Yuri, he snuffs it out. "There was a rat in here. Did you let it in?"
Donn stands up and wraps the string around his fingers in complex patterns before pulling it off. Somehow, he made a bracelet quickly and hands it to Egregore.
"No no, you are fine. I just... Calling people 'sir' makes me feel like I am not on the same level as them..." He explains.
"That was me actually." She replied and flops down on the sofa adjacent to his desk.
Egregore's eyes widen as he holds the bracelet. "Wow. That's... can you teach me?"
"I see." He thinks for a second. "But I'm an apprentice, right? If anything I should be calling you 'master.' On a status level, I am lower than you. Sorry, was thinking out loud. You're the boss, boss!"
"(GP)." He stands up. "Well, I'm not very in touch with nature, so a rat is just a rat to me. That said, I'm glad I thought of you. Now I can quietly celebrate nonviolent solutions to minor issues."
*Also, Wendi, you said William would kill anyone that hurt Felix?*
*I don't think anyone could hurt Felix, really.*
*I changed his build a little. He now has 27 AC and 513 temporary hit points when he gets his buffs off. He's designed to be the best support tank I could make, and he's definitely putting in the work.*
*Yeah. He still will murder anyone who even insults them. You got to understand, he doesn't really care about others but Felix has touched his rotten heart and will do anything to for him.*
*Astounding. All it took was a tiny mad culinarian to make him feel love again.*
"I can knit, sew, tie, crochet... I learned a lot of trades in my long life. I dabble in noose-making as well, but it's not very fun."
"I'm sorry, s- uh, Chef William. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm just used to calling people that." He draws his own knife, sharpened out of cold snailsteel, and begins cutting herbs.
Oswald is sitting at his desk with a glass of nondistinct grog and a lit cigar. When he sees Yuri, he snuffs it out. "There was a rat in here. Did you let it in?"
Donn stands up and wraps the string around his fingers in complex patterns before pulling it off. Somehow, he made a bracelet quickly and hands it to Egregore.
"No no, you are fine. I just... Calling people 'sir' makes me feel like I am not on the same level as them..." He explains.
"That was me actually." She replied and flops down on the sofa adjacent to his desk.
Egregore's eyes widen as he holds the bracelet. "Wow. That's... can you teach me?"
"I see." He thinks for a second. "But I'm an apprentice, right? If anything I should be calling you 'master.' On a status level, I am lower than you. Sorry, was thinking out loud. You're the boss, boss!"
"(GP)." He stands up. "Well, I'm not very in touch with nature, so a rat is just a rat to me. That said, I'm glad I thought of you. Now I can quietly celebrate nonviolent solutions to minor issues."
He nods "I first learned it when making flower crowns in my domain for my kids but I personally love making jewelry sometimes." he sits down in the grass.
"Personally... Everyone has their own levels. Mauric is on his own level, as am I, as are you... Everyone has their own journey."
She chuckles "I think I was more happy you didn't decide to snap my neck there." She says.
Walking down the road is a man in his thirties. His eye is brown and the other one is a metal sphere with a blue lens. His brown hair sticks out of his dirty cap and there is a bronze briefcase covered with gears in his right hand. He is wearing dark pants and the pockets of his grease stained coat are filled with tools. The glove on his left hand has a clock embedded in the back of it and a small clockwork bird with emerald eyes perched on his shoulder.
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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
*Also, Wendi, you said William would kill anyone that hurt Felix?*
*I don't think anyone could hurt Felix, really.*
*I changed his build a little. He now has 27 AC and 513 temporary hit points when he gets his buffs off. He's designed to be the best support tank I could make, and he's definitely putting in the work.*
*Yeah. He still will murder anyone who even insults them. You got to understand, he doesn't really care about others but Felix has touched his rotten heart and will do anything to for him.*
*Astounding. All it took was a tiny mad culinarian to make him feel love again.*
*Not really love. I don't think William can love (in all honesty, he is Aromantic/Asexual). Maybe like friendship?*
Walking down the road is a man in his thirties. His eye is brown and the other one is a metal sphere with a blue lens. His brown hair sticks out of his dirty cap and there is a bronze briefcase covered with gears in his right hand. He is wearing dark pants and the pockets of his grease stained coat are filled with tools. The glove on his left hand has a clock embedded in the back of it and a small clockwork bird with emerald eyes perched on his shoulder.
Donn looks over from where he is writing letters to his children and waves "Oi! Good day there."
Walking down the road is a man in his thirties. His eye is brown and the other one is a metal sphere with a blue lens. His brown hair sticks out of his dirty cap and there is a bronze briefcase covered with gears in his right hand. He is wearing dark pants and the pockets of his grease stained coat are filled with tools. The glove on his left hand has a clock embedded in the back of it and a small clockwork bird with emerald eyes perched on his shoulder.
Donn looks over from where he is writing letters to his children and waves "Oi! Good day there."
he waves back "G'day. who might you be?"
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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
Walking down the road is a man in his thirties. His eye is brown and the other one is a metal sphere with a blue lens. His brown hair sticks out of his dirty cap and there is a bronze briefcase covered with gears in his right hand. He is wearing dark pants and the pockets of his grease stained coat are filled with tools. The glove on his left hand has a clock embedded in the back of it and a small clockwork bird with emerald eyes perched on his shoulder.
Donn looks over from where he is writing letters to his children and waves "Oi! Good day there."
he waves back "G'day. who might you be?"
"Donn, a pleasure to meet you." He bows.
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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
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*Sorry got caught up in stats...*
After a while Phoenix goes out there to stop him.
Apollon is standing amounts carnage of multiple owlbears.
The man touches festus, corroding. Leo lets out a cry of panic.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Donn nods and tilts his head "What can you do with string." He produces a black string from his pocket.
"Like I said, you do not need to call me sir. It makes me feel... Wrong. Like an overseer.." he said, sighing.
She shape shifts back and chuckles to herself quietly, sneaking back in.
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
Jack looks up, confused "hm?"
Donn narrows shis eyes, running over. He grabs them by the shoulder, ripping them away from it.
Yuri snarls summoning her axe and running over.
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
"Hon...come inside. Your gonna catch a cold..."
Apollon raises his spear at them. "Don't. Touch. Me." he snarls.
The shadowy creature grins and vanishes. Leo seems to not have seen the creature, trying to stop the spread of the corrosion.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jack wipes his nose and chuckles "Fire powers remember? I'm fine, well for right now." He said.
Donn snarls, his three heads appear and glaring down at him "LEAVE THIS PLACE KILLER OF BEASTS!" he snarls
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
"I can knit, sew, tie, crochet... I learned a lot of trades in my long life. I dabble in noose-making as well, but it's not very fun."
"I'm sorry, s- uh, Chef William. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm just used to calling people that." He draws his own knife, sharpened out of cold snailsteel, and begins cutting herbs.
Oswald is sitting at his desk with a glass of nondistinct grog and a lit cigar. When he sees Yuri, he snuffs it out. "There was a rat in here. Did you let it in?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(can't wait for the weekend)
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
*Also, Wendi, you said William would kill anyone that hurt Felix?*
*I don't think anyone could hurt Felix, really.*
*I changed his build a little. He now has 27 AC and 513 temporary hit points when he gets his buffs off. He's designed to be the best support tank I could make, and he's definitely putting in the work.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Donn stands up and wraps the string around his fingers in complex patterns before pulling it off. Somehow, he made a bracelet quickly and hands it to Egregore.
"No no, you are fine. I just... Calling people 'sir' makes me feel like I am not on the same level as them..." He explains.
"That was me actually." She replied and flops down on the sofa adjacent to his desk.
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
Phoenix narrows his eyes and grabs their hand. "Inside. Now."
Apollon regards him, seemingly not frightened. "No. I don't I will."
Leo is panicking while tears fall from his eyes, trying his best to stop the corrosion.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yeah. He still will murder anyone who even insults them. You got to understand, he doesn't really care about others but Felix has touched his rotten heart and will do anything to for him.*
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
Jack doesn't fight him and goes inside, confused.
Donn shifts into his bestial form, his hooves pawing at the ground as his three head snarl "BE GONE WITH YOU!"
Yuri rushes at whatever is after Leo
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
Egregore's eyes widen as he holds the bracelet. "Wow. That's... can you teach me?"
"I see." He thinks for a second. "But I'm an apprentice, right? If anything I should be calling you 'master.' On a status level, I am lower than you. Sorry, was thinking out loud. You're the boss, boss!"
"(GP)." He stands up. "Well, I'm not very in touch with nature, so a rat is just a rat to me. That said, I'm glad I thought of you. Now I can quietly celebrate nonviolent solutions to minor issues."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Astounding. All it took was a tiny mad culinarian to make him feel love again.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods "I first learned it when making flower crowns in my domain for my kids but I personally love making jewelry sometimes." he sits down in the grass.
"Personally... Everyone has their own levels. Mauric is on his own level, as am I, as are you... Everyone has their own journey."
She chuckles "I think I was more happy you didn't decide to snap my neck there." She says.
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
Walking down the road is a man in his thirties. His eye is brown and the other one is a metal sphere with a blue lens. His brown hair sticks out of his dirty cap and there is a bronze briefcase covered with gears in his right hand. He is wearing dark pants and the pockets of his grease stained coat are filled with tools. The glove on his left hand has a clock embedded in the back of it and a small clockwork bird with emerald eyes perched on his shoulder.
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
*Not really love. I don't think William can love (in all honesty, he is Aromantic/Asexual). Maybe like friendship?*
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 looks over from where he is writing letters to his children and waves "Oi! Good day 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
he waves back "G'day. who might you be?"
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
"Donn, a pleasure to meet you." He bows.
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