"I am sorry." It repeats. It goes quiet for a moment. "My name is Azabrose. What is yours?"
"Yeah. If I could get a practitioner like you to help, I think it'll come out... well, nothing's perfect, but very well for what I intend to make."
"Yurishide.. but you can call me Yuri." She said, setting the spear down.
"Of course. Food is an art, not just something you make." He says, chuckles.
"That is a beautiful name. An unusual one, though. Not on any manifest on New Babylon." He shakes his head. "I keep forgetting that I'm not there anymore." He smiles at Yuri. "I grew up there. My kids did too. I taught classes once. Real classes to real people. It was incredible. But nothing lasts forever in mortal hands."
"Exactly!" he squeaks. "You don't look at a painting and say 'Wow, this is the best painting ever and no one should ever paint a building again.' No! It's fine to tread old ground if you put your own spin on it!" He sighs. "Thank you, I really needed to hear that."
"Ah." he says, reading the sign. "Most people aren't. In fact, most don't think they exist, let alone that people worship them."
"I admire hospitality. "
"That's great to hear, honestly. You're a fey, right?"
"Yes, a wish-granter"
"Ah. I'm afraid every wish I have I can grant myself. But I love faeries. They always pull out something completely unexpected and usually horrible, and it's always interesting."
There is a terrible roar from the middle of the town street. The people scatter in different directions, screaming for their lives. What they are running from is, in fact, an adorable little Wendigo. It is the size of a small dog, walking in stubby rotting legs. It's horns are small nubs like they have barely grown. It's fur is the color of beige or coffee. Little charms are tied to its long tail.
*I'ma bring back ember for this one*
A plague doctor slowly approaches it and crouches a fair distance away and tilts their head. She smells strongly of posies, and faintly of decay. She takes off her backpack and pulls out a jar and opens it. It has desiesed but clearly fresh human flesh in it. "hungry Little one?" Her voice could easily be compared to a grandmother offering a child candy "you may have to take some medicine after but it's fresh."
It waddles over, making mocking human screeches of happiness. It digs into the jar like how a dog would with peanut butter.
The plague doctor speaks softly "good little wendigo." She carefully examines it, checking for treatable injuries "I've never seen any wendigo this small... Or outside a book for that matter but that's not nearly as important." She mumbles that last part "I have more but we should get you out of town first. It isn't safe for you here."
It lets her pick it up, screaming happily. It's now about the size of a small child, kicking it's little feet around
"I am sorry." It repeats. It goes quiet for a moment. "My name is Azabrose. What is yours?"
"Yeah. If I could get a practitioner like you to help, I think it'll come out... well, nothing's perfect, but very well for what I intend to make."
"Yurishide.. but you can call me Yuri." She said, setting the spear down.
"Of course. Food is an art, not just something you make." He says, chuckles.
"That is a beautiful name. An unusual one, though. Not on any manifest on New Babylon." He shakes his head. "I keep forgetting that I'm not there anymore." He smiles at Yuri. "I grew up there. My kids did too. I taught classes once. Real classes to real people. It was incredible. But nothing lasts forever in mortal hands."
"Exactly!" he squeaks. "You don't look at a painting and say 'Wow, this is the best painting ever and no one should ever paint a building again.' No! It's fine to tread old ground if you put your own spin on it!" He sighs. "Thank you, I really needed to hear that."
"Unfortunately.." she mutters and tilts her head to the side "Everything keeps moving on."
“I apologize for him,” He notices that the Japanese man was giving his a violent look the entire time, every suspicious of him “He’s been handling a lot lately, and hasn’t known how to deal with it. He’s just a confused and afraid kid.”
The angel frowns gently. He then speaks in Japanese. "I am sorry if I upset you somehow, sir."
The Japanese man raises a single brow and replies “I don’t trust you, I don’t want your apology. You are unknown to me, it means nothing.”
“I apologize for him,” He notices that the Japanese man was giving his a violent look the entire time, every suspicious of him “He’s been handling a lot lately, and hasn’t known how to deal with it. He’s just a confused and afraid kid.”
The angel frowns gently. He then speaks in Japanese. "I am sorry if I upset you somehow, sir."
The Japanese man raises a single brow and replies “I don’t trust you, I don’t want your apology. You are unknown to me, it means nothing.”
"Would you trust me if I were known to you?"
“We could ask hypothetical like that all day, at the end it doesn’t matter. The real question is should I know you?”
"That is a beautiful name. An unusual one, though. Not on any manifest on New Babylon." He shakes his head. "I keep forgetting that I'm not there anymore." He smiles at Yuri. "I grew up there. My kids did too. I taught classes once. Real classes to real people. It was incredible. But nothing lasts forever in mortal hands."
"Exactly!" he squeaks. "You don't look at a painting and say 'Wow, this is the best painting ever and no one should ever paint a building again.' No! It's fine to tread old ground if you put your own spin on it!" He sighs. "Thank you, I really needed to hear that."
"Unfortunately.." she mutters and tilts her head to the side "Everything keeps moving on."
He nods and pats their head.
"They had me teaching machines. Objects. They didn't even have a sense of taste or smell. Then they replaced me. With one of those things. Because I had taught them well enough that they could equal me exactly. So I arranged to die quietly, in the peace of my own home. The people in charge decided not to let me."
He chirps cheerfully. "Well, I should probably help out the constructs while you hunt, huh?"
“I apologize for him,” He notices that the Japanese man was giving his a violent look the entire time, every suspicious of him “He’s been handling a lot lately, and hasn’t known how to deal with it. He’s just a confused and afraid kid.”
The angel frowns gently. He then speaks in Japanese. "I am sorry if I upset you somehow, sir."
The Japanese man raises a single brow and replies “I don’t trust you, I don’t want your apology. You are unknown to me, it means nothing.”
"Would you trust me if I were known to you?"
“We could ask hypothetical like that all day, at the end it doesn’t matter. The real question is should I know you?”
"I will be blunt: I used to be a teacher. I know when someone doesn't care. It would be pointless to try and be friendly toward you. I would set you up with a therapist, but I no longer have the resources to do so, and even if I did you would refuse to go. No, you shouldn't know me. To know something, you must learn it, and you seem like a very incurious person."
“I apologize for him,” He notices that the Japanese man was giving his a violent look the entire time, every suspicious of him “He’s been handling a lot lately, and hasn’t known how to deal with it. He’s just a confused and afraid kid.”
The angel frowns gently. He then speaks in Japanese. "I am sorry if I upset you somehow, sir."
The Japanese man raises a single brow and replies “I don’t trust you, I don’t want your apology. You are unknown to me, it means nothing.”
"Would you trust me if I were known to you?"
“We could ask hypothetical like that all day, at the end it doesn’t matter. The real question is should I know you?”
"I will be blunt: I used to be a teacher. I know when someone doesn't care. It would be pointless to try and be friendly toward you. I would set you up with a therapist, but I no longer have the resources to do so, and even if I did you would refuse to go. No, you shouldn't know me. To know something, you must learn it, and you seem like a very incurious person."
“When you’ve had to kill several people before you graduate high school you stop having an interest in most things. I appreciate your willingness to help me without knowing me at all, but I trust you as far as I can throw you, and we both know that isn’t far enough.”
"I will be blunt: I used to be a teacher. I know when someone doesn't care. It would be pointless to try and be friendly toward you. I would set you up with a therapist, but I no longer have the resources to do so, and even if I did you would refuse to go. No, you shouldn't know me. To know something, you must learn it, and you seem like a very incurious person."
“When you’ve had to kill several people before you graduate high school you stop having an interest in most things. I appreciate your willingness to help me without knowing me at all, but I trust you as far as I can throw you, and we both know that isn’t far enough.”
"I doubt either of us can change that, so let's not be hostile toward each other. You don't have to trust me, but you do not have to hate me either."
"I will be blunt: I used to be a teacher. I know when someone doesn't care. It would be pointless to try and be friendly toward you. I would set you up with a therapist, but I no longer have the resources to do so, and even if I did you would refuse to go. No, you shouldn't know me. To know something, you must learn it, and you seem like a very incurious person."
“When you’ve had to kill several people before you graduate high school you stop having an interest in most things. I appreciate your willingness to help me without knowing me at all, but I trust you as far as I can throw you, and we both know that isn’t far enough.”
"I doubt either of us can change that, so let's not be hostile toward each other. You don't have to trust me, but you do not have to hate me either."
“That I can agree with. I am Josuki Joestar. You already said your name. Now should we speak in a language Bob can understand?” He says, tapping the metal bat against his shoulder.
"I will be blunt: I used to be a teacher. I know when someone doesn't care. It would be pointless to try and be friendly toward you. I would set you up with a therapist, but I no longer have the resources to do so, and even if I did you would refuse to go. No, you shouldn't know me. To know something, you must learn it, and you seem like a very incurious person."
“When you’ve had to kill several people before you graduate high school you stop having an interest in most things. I appreciate your willingness to help me without knowing me at all, but I trust you as far as I can throw you, and we both know that isn’t far enough.”
"I doubt either of us can change that, so let's not be hostile toward each other. You don't have to trust me, but you do not have to hate me either."
“That I can agree with. I am Josuki Joestar. You already said your name. Now should we speak in a language Bob can understand?” He says, tapping the metal bat against his shoulder.
"Of course." He turns to Bob. "Apologies, Mr. D'arby."
"I will be blunt: I used to be a teacher. I know when someone doesn't care. It would be pointless to try and be friendly toward you. I would set you up with a therapist, but I no longer have the resources to do so, and even if I did you would refuse to go. No, you shouldn't know me. To know something, you must learn it, and you seem like a very incurious person."
“When you’ve had to kill several people before you graduate high school you stop having an interest in most things. I appreciate your willingness to help me without knowing me at all, but I trust you as far as I can throw you, and we both know that isn’t far enough.”
"I doubt either of us can change that, so let's not be hostile toward each other. You don't have to trust me, but you do not have to hate me either."
“That I can agree with. I am Josuki Joestar. You already said your name. Now should we speak in a language Bob can understand?” He says, tapping the metal bat against his shoulder.
"Of course." He turns to Bob. "Apologies, Mr. D'arby."
Bob sighs “Don’t worry about it, it happens more than you think. What’d da talk about?” The Japanese man basically says that they were just talking to each other about personalities, and their personality differences.
"Of course." He turns to Bob. "Apologies, Mr. D'arby."
Bob sighs “Don’t worry about it, it happens more than you think. What’d da talk about?” The Japanese man basically says that they were just talking to each other about personalities, and their personality differences.
"Of course." He turns to Bob. "Apologies, Mr. D'arby."
Bob sighs “Don’t worry about it, it happens more than you think. What’d da talk about?” The Japanese man basically says that they were just talking to each other about personalities, and their personality differences.
"More or less. We've decided to get along."
“Good to know, I’d rather not Josuki get us both into another fight. You seem like good guy either way.”
"Of course." He turns to Bob. "Apologies, Mr. D'arby."
Bob sighs “Don’t worry about it, it happens more than you think. What’d da talk about?” The Japanese man basically says that they were just talking to each other about personalities, and their personality differences.
"More or less. We've decided to get along."
“Good to know, I’d rather not Josuki get us both into another fight. You seem like good guy either way.”
"Thank you. I haven't fought for decades, and if I've gotten that rusty at something as simple as cards, I'd hate to see how poor I would be at self-defense." he takes a sip of his drink, then chuckles a bit. "I was designed for combat, but I'm honestly terrified of what this world has to offer. In New Babylon I knew what to expect. It was dangerous, but at least I knew."
"That is a beautiful name. An unusual one, though. Not on any manifest on New Babylon." He shakes his head. "I keep forgetting that I'm not there anymore." He smiles at Yuri. "I grew up there. My kids did too. I taught classes once. Real classes to real people. It was incredible. But nothing lasts forever in mortal hands."
"Exactly!" he squeaks. "You don't look at a painting and say 'Wow, this is the best painting ever and no one should ever paint a building again.' No! It's fine to tread old ground if you put your own spin on it!" He sighs. "Thank you, I really needed to hear that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ah. I'm afraid every wish I have I can grant myself. But I love faeries. They always pull out something completely unexpected and usually horrible, and it's always interesting."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Brb, it's monching time!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It lets her pick it up, screaming happily. It's now about the size of a small child, kicking it's little feet around
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
"Unfortunately.." she mutters and tilts her head to the side "Everything keeps moving on."
He nods and pats their head.
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
"Would you trust me if I were known to you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“We could ask hypothetical like that all day, at the end it doesn’t matter. The real question is should I know you?”
"They had me teaching machines. Objects. They didn't even have a sense of taste or smell. Then they replaced me. With one of those things. Because I had taught them well enough that they could equal me exactly. So I arranged to die quietly, in the peace of my own home. The people in charge decided not to let me."
He chirps cheerfully. "Well, I should probably help out the constructs while you hunt, huh?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I will be blunt: I used to be a teacher. I know when someone doesn't care. It would be pointless to try and be friendly toward you. I would set you up with a therapist, but I no longer have the resources to do so, and even if I did you would refuse to go. No, you shouldn't know me. To know something, you must learn it, and you seem like a very incurious person."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“When you’ve had to kill several people before you graduate high school you stop having an interest in most things. I appreciate your willingness to help me without knowing me at all, but I trust you as far as I can throw you, and we both know that isn’t far enough.”
"I doubt either of us can change that, so let's not be hostile toward each other. You don't have to trust me, but you do not have to hate me either."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“That I can agree with. I am Josuki Joestar. You already said your name. Now should we speak in a language Bob can understand?” He says, tapping the metal bat against his shoulder.
"Of course." He turns to Bob. "Apologies, Mr. D'arby."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Bob sighs “Don’t worry about it, it happens more than you think. What’d da talk about?” The Japanese man basically says that they were just talking to each other about personalities, and their personality differences.
"More or less. We've decided to get along."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Good to know, I’d rather not Josuki get us both into another fight. You seem like good guy either way.”
"Thank you. I haven't fought for decades, and if I've gotten that rusty at something as simple as cards, I'd hate to see how poor I would be at self-defense." he takes a sip of his drink, then chuckles a bit. "I was designed for combat, but I'm honestly terrified of what this world has to offer. In New Babylon I knew what to expect. It was dangerous, but at least I knew."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*[bites closest person to me]*
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
*Aw, look at the little guy!*
*(opens T H E C R U C I B L E)*
*Bye-bye, little guy!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sorry bout that, I just went down a rabbithole in Instagram and now I need to bleach my brain.*
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