"There's plenty of time to prepare, hun... Don't rush yourself."
He sighs “I don’t have enough time, I’m not the man I need to be for my kids. I need to be better.”
"Well, actually, you're right... you've only got about 40 days."
“[gppppppp] I’ve only got 40? That’s barely a month over. Okay okay okay. I’m not worried. I just need to become a better man in 40 days.”
"I'll help you, and it wont be so bad, okay? We'll get through this."
“It will be fine, everything will be fine.” He holds her tightly, “We are going to get through this, love conquers all right~” He says, a little sultry in his voice there.
"Don't use that tone with me, mister. we might end up going through this again." She says as an SM paw grabs the side of his face
He flinches and smiles “Sorry, we should stick to one kid for now, although we may end up with twins if we’re lucky.” He says moving with her hand, “40 days, and then we will have a kid.” He sighs and sits next to her “I hope I’m good enough. If you need anything I’ll be on your beck and call.” He reaches to his collar “But I should get this off before the kid comes round.”
*Felix gets pretty massive benefits against Fiends (and certain other creature types) since he's cooked and hunted quite a few*
"Huh. So why do you want me? I just worked with the guy. I blessed his knife, so I don't think that's what you want."
*Felix is under the effects where Samaritan considers him and Ally. He gains +5 to all rolls at anytime. He also gains a speed boost of 60 ft per turn.*
"I want to find the man who chased him off." He says, a golden rolling pin forming in his gloved hand.
*Awesome*
"The Larry? They're a pile of Krill. Not a threat, just hard to kill normally. I'd say try areas of effect. Electricity will work well. But they'll come looking for you before you find them. They managed to evade William, remember?"
"That's because I didn't train him well enough. He feels like he needs to run because he is scared. Scared that he will not be able to live." Samaritan sighs, closing it's eyes "He is a like a son to me which is why I am blind to his horribleness, yes, but I still want him to do well. I know he wants you to do well as well."
"I'm thinking the theme will be 'contrast,' along with my regular theme of finding beauty in strange places. There are plenty of delicious things in the Feywild, but not many in the Shadowfell. It will be an interesting challenge."
"can you run by my village and get the towns blend of tea? I miss it terribly."
"Of course. This meal will be tailored for you." He thinks for a moment. "How about I set it up for both you and your boyfriend? Damian, was it? He's a good cook, so he might enjoy it too despite it not being tailored for him."
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
He murdered dozens. We are here to make sure justice is not absent.
"Justice is blind. Justice only works when someone feels it should. A (GP) worker gets (GP)ed, a homeless man gets his last items stolen, a Tielfing gets hung because they are 'The Devil'... No justice for them because others look away. But when a man kills off the worst people, the murderers, the (GP)ist's, the thieves, the abusers, he needs to be hunted down like the (GP) animal so he can pay for his crimes." He snarls "You are a hypocrite, like everyone else in this world."
Being a vigilante is not justification, and nor is it justification for cannibalism. And we already are blind.
"Just like you. Go back to being a pile of seafood, helping others that actually need it." He spats.
We are no vigilante. We are a private investigator working within the boundaries of law.
"I highly doubt that. Stalking does not happen to be under those laws. Intentional Disruption does not happen to be under those laws. Entering a business without agreement by the owner does not happen to be under those laws. Stealing from crime scene does not happen to be under those laws." He lists off.
…we may not have read all local municipal codes and regulations. Regardless, we… well… For the first time, the Larry is doubting the justice of their actions. Major Batman moment.
"You are flawed, just like him. You worthless pile of (GP), telling me that he cannot be a vigilante when you have partook in the very same thing." He snarls.
The Larry doesn’t respond, their millions of krill brains working furiously to disentangle the confusing web of ethics.
Samaritan chuckles "You are going to find him and bring him back. Then you are going to dismiss this all unless you want me to go to the local authorities, who happen to frequent my restaurant, and explain to them what you were doing. You will be defamed, you will be searched, no one will hire you again."
"The Larry? They're a pile of Krill. Not a threat, just hard to kill normally. I'd say try areas of effect. Electricity will work well. But they'll come looking for you before you find them. They managed to evade William, remember?"
"That's because I didn't train him well enough. He feels like he needs to run because he is scared. Scared that he will not be able to live." Samaritan sighs, closing it's eyes "He is a like a son to me which is why I am blind to his horribleness, yes, but I still want him to do well. I know he wants you to do well as well."
"So you wanted me here so you could help me? I'm sorry, but I'm clearly not Larry-hunting material, and I don't know you that well but fiends tend to dislike clerics. Maybe if I knew your name. A pseudonym, at least."
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Riotan flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
It hits him like a brick wall, a flurry of thoughts but not emotions. It's an assault on his senses, all dark and nasty.
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Riotan flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
It hits him like a brick wall, a flurry of thoughts but not emotions. It's an assault on his senses, all dark and nasty.
Having smelled many a thought in his lifetime, it doesn’t affect him too badly. He tries to analyze a few thoughts individually if he can.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The Larry? They're a pile of Krill. Not a threat, just hard to kill normally. I'd say try areas of effect. Electricity will work well. But they'll come looking for you before you find them. They managed to evade William, remember?"
"That's because I didn't train him well enough. He feels like he needs to run because he is scared. Scared that he will not be able to live." Samaritan sighs, closing it's eyes "He is a like a son to me which is why I am blind to his horribleness, yes, but I still want him to do well. I know he wants you to do well as well."
"So you wanted me here so you could help me? I'm sorry, but I'm clearly not Larry-hunting material, and I don't know you that well but fiends tend to dislike clerics. Maybe if I knew your name. A pseudonym, at least."
"Call me Samaritan. Any name I have or had feels like dirt." He huffs and laughs "No no, Larry is going to go find William."
*That's for you to find out d e t e c t i v e." He sneers
We have no capacity for planar travel. We might as well just abandon this body and this city, and start anew in a place with clearer criminal justice systems.
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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.
"There's plenty of time to prepare, hun... Don't rush yourself."
He sighs “I don’t have enough time, I’m not the man I need to be for my kids. I need to be better.”
"Well, actually, you're right... you've only got about 40 days."
“[gppppppp] I’ve only got 40? That’s barely a month over. Okay okay okay. I’m not worried. I just need to become a better man in 40 days.”
"I'll help you, and it wont be so bad, okay? We'll get through this."
“It will be fine, everything will be fine.” He holds her tightly, “We are going to get through this, love conquers all right~” He says, a little sultry in his voice there.
"Don't use that tone with me, mister. we might end up going through this again." She says as an SM paw grabs the side of his face
He flinches and smiles “Sorry, we should stick to one kid for now, although we may end up with twins if we’re lucky.” He says moving with her hand, “40 days, and then we will have a kid.” He sighs and sits next to her “I hope I’m good enough. If you need anything I’ll be on your beck and call.” He reaches to his collar “But I should get this off before the kid comes round.”
"I swear if its more than one.." she says, sighing. She clicks her tongue, pulling his hand away from his neck. "That stays."
He lets her pull the hand away, a slight smirk on his face “Really? The collar stays?” He shakes his head “I wonder what they will be like. We will see.” He kisses her on the head.
*is the conversation Damian’s having right now before or after his conversation with Mauric? And if it‘s after, does that mean he has the ring?*
*This conversation is before, he does not yet have the ring, once he does have the ring he will most likely immediately propose after getting something to wear.*
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Riotan flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
It hits him like a brick wall, a flurry of thoughts but not emotions. It's an assault on his senses, all dark and nasty.
Having smelled many a thought in his lifetime, it doesn’t affect him too badly. He tries to analyze a few thoughts individually if he can.
One is about emotions and how a human emotions would taste, another is about their gender, another about food. So many thoughts tangled together.
"Of course. This meal will be tailored for you." He thinks for a moment. "How about I set it up for both you and your boyfriend? Damian, was it? He's a good cook, so he might enjoy it too despite it not being tailored for him."
"That would be great.. I'll help in whatever way I can." She says before beginning to pant a bit.
"Don't worry about that. You rest. I need total control to make my dishes as well as you deserve. Unfortunately I don't have experienced line cooks, but I can do it all myself."
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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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He flinches and smiles “Sorry, we should stick to one kid for now, although we may end up with twins if we’re lucky.” He says moving with her hand, “40 days, and then we will have a kid.” He sighs and sits next to her “I hope I’m good enough. If you need anything I’ll be on your beck and call.” He reaches to his collar “But I should get this off before the kid comes round.”
"That's because I didn't train him well enough. He feels like he needs to run because he is scared. Scared that he will not be able to live." Samaritan sighs, closing it's eyes "He is a like a son to me which is why I am blind to his horribleness, yes, but I still want him to do well. I know he wants you to do well as well."
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
"Of course. This meal will be tailored for you." He thinks for a moment. "How about I set it up for both you and your boyfriend? Damian, was it? He's a good cook, so he might enjoy it too despite it not being tailored for him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*is the conversation Damian’s having right now before or after his conversation with Mauric? And if it‘s after, does that mean he has the ring?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan chuckles "You are going to find him and bring him back. Then you are going to dismiss this all unless you want me to go to the local authorities, who happen to frequent my restaurant, and explain to them what you were doing. You will be defamed, you will be searched, no one will hire you again."
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
*samaritan cut*
Where did he go though?
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"So you wanted me here so you could help me? I'm sorry, but I'm clearly not Larry-hunting material, and I don't know you that well but fiends tend to dislike clerics. Maybe if I knew your name. A pseudonym, at least."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It hits him like a brick wall, a flurry of thoughts but not emotions. It's an assault on his senses, all dark and nasty.
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
*That's for you to find out d e t e c t i v e." He sneers
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
Having smelled many a thought in his lifetime, it doesn’t affect him too badly. He tries to analyze a few thoughts individually if he can.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Call me Samaritan. Any name I have or had feels like dirt." He huffs and laughs "No no, Larry is going to go find William."
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
We have no capacity for planar travel. We might as well just abandon this body and this city, and start anew in a place with clearer criminal justice systems.
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 lets her pull the hand away, a slight smirk on his face “Really? The collar stays?” He shakes his head “I wonder what they will be like. We will see.” He kisses her on the head.
*This conversation is before, he does not yet have the ring, once he does have the ring he will most likely immediately propose after getting something to wear.*
One is about emotions and how a human emotions would taste, another is about their gender, another about food. So many thoughts tangled together.
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
"Don't worry about that. You rest. I need total control to make my dishes as well as you deserve. Unfortunately I don't have experienced line cooks, but I can do it all myself."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels