"Well, unfortunately, I cannot taste a thing. Nothing on your part, my tongue simply doesn't work well." He places his hands in his pockets "Perhaps try some other tongues and get a variety of answers?"
"Ichigo... Akisawa... I am the... Last living body.."
He nods, standing up to his full colossal height "I should probably take that advice to heart. I don't believe we have met before, Ragnerious, grandson of Ragnaris. Nice to meet you."
"L-last... living... body?" They tilt their head, playing with the lion.
"Ah.. the Dragon Lord, I have heard of him." He nods "I am William Giordano. Head Chef and proprietor of The Red Plate."
He nods "Last of.. my kind."
“Happy to hear grandad’s reputation reaches even you. Happy we can be acquainted William, do you mind if I call you William? Would you prefer Mr.Giordano?”
They lower their head “M-must… be… lonely.”
"William is fine. What the customers call, what everyone calls me. Consider it offered to you as well." He shrugs.
"Sometimes.. but I have.. friends.. here."
He chuckles deeply, smiling “Happy to hear that, I would be right to assume this is your establishment?” He says, tapping the wall softly.
They tilt their head, confused “Friends? W-what is friends?”
"It is. Made it myself, raised it myself, hell.. I'll die in it." He chuckles.
"Friends... People you can.. trust in "
He nods “That’s some commitment I can admire, if I built up something I wouldn’t want to lose it either.”
Isaac is slumped against a tree with his jacket partially on fire. Pieces of partially melted metal are strewn about the area with some a good distance away
Xan races over, smothering the flames with a wave of his hand. He snaps his fingers in Isaac's ear "Hey.. hey wake up?"
"How long were you waiting for me?" She says, inspecting the walls of the hut.
"Ehhh, about ten to twenty minutes hon." She chuckles "Got enough food to feed the village!"
"Momma, why do you always make so much food?" She says, holding her head in her paw
*She truly believes somehow this woman is her mother, she's gullible..*
*XD*
"Because honey, we need it to be big and strong. Plus, there is nothing wrong with making to much. We can use it for leftovers or hand it out to the others who don't have a meal."
She cant find anything wrong with this, or a way to argue against it, so she nods softly. "Okay, Mom.."
She sits down across from her, one of the hellhounds trying to snatch from food from the table "You okay honey?" She asks, concerned.
"No, I'm fine." She says before taking a moment to hiss at the dogs. "I just.... this is overwhelming, I gotta go...." She says, pushing her chair away from the table.
Okigaro nods and sighs "Okay honey... Know that I love you okay?" She smiles and pets the hellhounds head.
"I know, mom... love you too...." She says, walking out of the hut and leaning next to the door frame, rubbing her forehead.
"Well, unfortunately, I cannot taste a thing. Nothing on your part, my tongue simply doesn't work well." He places his hands in his pockets "Perhaps try some other tongues and get a variety of answers?"
"Ichigo... Akisawa... I am the... Last living body.."
He nods, standing up to his full colossal height "I should probably take that advice to heart. I don't believe we have met before, Ragnerious, grandson of Ragnaris. Nice to meet you."
"L-last... living... body?" They tilt their head, playing with the lion.
"Ah.. the Dragon Lord, I have heard of him." He nods "I am William Giordano. Head Chef and proprietor of The Red Plate."
He nods "Last of.. my kind."
“Happy to hear grandad’s reputation reaches even you. Happy we can be acquainted William, do you mind if I call you William? Would you prefer Mr.Giordano?”
They lower their head “M-must… be… lonely.”
"William is fine. What the customers call, what everyone calls me. Consider it offered to you as well." He shrugs.
"Sometimes.. but I have.. friends.. here."
He chuckles deeply, smiling “Happy to hear that, I would be right to assume this is your establishment?” He says, tapping the wall softly.
They tilt their head, confused “Friends? W-what is friends?”
"It is. Made it myself, raised it myself, hell.. I'll die in it." He chuckles.
"Friends... People you can.. trust in "
He nods “That’s some commitment I can admire, if I built up something I wouldn’t want to lose it either.”
“Trust…in? Trust… trust in papa. Papa friend?”
"Mn.. lost it once before... Won't happen again." He says, his steely grey eyes turning sharp.
Traitor is sitting on the roof of the Inn, deep in thought.
KK is working on a large canvas, visibly unhappy about something. It's unclear what exactly the painting is meant to depict, but whatever it is, it is being painted in shades of riven red.
The Seer is lurking in her cave.
Isaac knocks on the door
There is a few seconds of silence, before KK moves to open the door. "Oh, hi Isaac."
"how are you doing?"
"Honestly? I don't even know anymore. A lot has happened. You?"
He shrugs "what happened?"
"I made a deal with someone who offered to help with my big plan, but then, I realized the actual instructions I'd need to follow would be... less than favorable. It required something truly heinous, which I don't want to do, but to my knowledge, it's the only way I can achieve that dream. Now... now, though I hate to even think it, I'm beginning to doubt if it's worth it."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Isaac is slumped against a tree with his jacket partially on fire. Pieces of partially melted metal are strewn about the area with some a good distance away
Xan races over, smothering the flames with a wave of his hand. He snaps his fingers in Isaac's ear "Hey.. hey wake up?"
He groans and looks at Xan "what happened?"
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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
"Well, unfortunately, I cannot taste a thing. Nothing on your part, my tongue simply doesn't work well." He places his hands in his pockets "Perhaps try some other tongues and get a variety of answers?"
"Ichigo... Akisawa... I am the... Last living body.."
He nods, standing up to his full colossal height "I should probably take that advice to heart. I don't believe we have met before, Ragnerious, grandson of Ragnaris. Nice to meet you."
"L-last... living... body?" They tilt their head, playing with the lion.
"Ah.. the Dragon Lord, I have heard of him." He nods "I am William Giordano. Head Chef and proprietor of The Red Plate."
He nods "Last of.. my kind."
“Happy to hear grandad’s reputation reaches even you. Happy we can be acquainted William, do you mind if I call you William? Would you prefer Mr.Giordano?”
They lower their head “M-must… be… lonely.”
"William is fine. What the customers call, what everyone calls me. Consider it offered to you as well." He shrugs.
"Sometimes.. but I have.. friends.. here."
He chuckles deeply, smiling “Happy to hear that, I would be right to assume this is your establishment?” He says, tapping the wall softly.
They tilt their head, confused “Friends? W-what is friends?”
"It is. Made it myself, raised it myself, hell.. I'll die in it." He chuckles.
"Friends... People you can.. trust in "
He nods “That’s some commitment I can admire, if I built up something I wouldn’t want to lose it either.”
“Trust…in? Trust… trust in papa. Papa friend?”
"Mn.. lost it once before... Won't happen again." He says, his steely grey eyes turning sharp.
"Papa would be.. father."
“I commend you for that, but there is no threat to your home right now, you don’t need that fire in your eyes just yet.”
Isaac is slumped against a tree with his jacket partially on fire. Pieces of partially melted metal are strewn about the area with some a good distance away
Xan races over, smothering the flames with a wave of his hand. He snaps his fingers in Isaac's ear "Hey.. hey wake up?"
He groans and looks at Xan "what happened?"
"Heard a bang but that's was it, could've been an explosion." He shrugs and picks him up.
"How long were you waiting for me?" She says, inspecting the walls of the hut.
"Ehhh, about ten to twenty minutes hon." She chuckles "Got enough food to feed the village!"
"Momma, why do you always make so much food?" She says, holding her head in her paw
*She truly believes somehow this woman is her mother, she's gullible..*
*XD*
"Because honey, we need it to be big and strong. Plus, there is nothing wrong with making to much. We can use it for leftovers or hand it out to the others who don't have a meal."
She cant find anything wrong with this, or a way to argue against it, so she nods softly. "Okay, Mom.."
She sits down across from her, one of the hellhounds trying to snatch from food from the table "You okay honey?" She asks, concerned.
"No, I'm fine." She says before taking a moment to hiss at the dogs. "I just.... this is overwhelming, I gotta go...." She says, pushing her chair away from the table.
Okigaro nods and sighs "Okay honey... Know that I love you okay?" She smiles and pets the hellhounds head.
"I know, mom... love you too...." She says, walking out of the hut and leaning next to the door frame, rubbing her forehead.
Okigaro sighs and leans back in her chair
Lilac takes a moment to configure her mind, then walks back in and sits down, a bit more confident now.
"You're not my mother, not my birth mother anyway, but that doesn't mean I cant accept you as my mom. I never knew my real parents, and the only person who 'loves' me is my uncle. and I he's not even my uncle, just, my master's nephew! So, we're gonna agree to pretend like this is how it's been for years, so that I can have some sense of normalcy in my life, okay?"
She blinks "Honey... I am your mother... What in hells name out that idea into your head that I am not?" She asked, looking a bit concerned.
"Well, unfortunately, I cannot taste a thing. Nothing on your part, my tongue simply doesn't work well." He places his hands in his pockets "Perhaps try some other tongues and get a variety of answers?"
"Ichigo... Akisawa... I am the... Last living body.."
He nods, standing up to his full colossal height "I should probably take that advice to heart. I don't believe we have met before, Ragnerious, grandson of Ragnaris. Nice to meet you."
"L-last... living... body?" They tilt their head, playing with the lion.
"Ah.. the Dragon Lord, I have heard of him." He nods "I am William Giordano. Head Chef and proprietor of The Red Plate."
He nods "Last of.. my kind."
“Happy to hear grandad’s reputation reaches even you. Happy we can be acquainted William, do you mind if I call you William? Would you prefer Mr.Giordano?”
They lower their head “M-must… be… lonely.”
"William is fine. What the customers call, what everyone calls me. Consider it offered to you as well." He shrugs.
"Sometimes.. but I have.. friends.. here."
He chuckles deeply, smiling “Happy to hear that, I would be right to assume this is your establishment?” He says, tapping the wall softly.
They tilt their head, confused “Friends? W-what is friends?”
"It is. Made it myself, raised it myself, hell.. I'll die in it." He chuckles.
"Friends... People you can.. trust in "
He nods “That’s some commitment I can admire, if I built up something I wouldn’t want to lose it either.”
“Trust…in? Trust… trust in papa. Papa friend?”
"Mn.. lost it once before... Won't happen again." He says, his steely grey eyes turning sharp.
"Papa would be.. father."
“I commend you for that, but there is no threat to your home right now, you don’t need that fire in your eyes just yet.”
“Yes… yes… father. Do… you want… be friend?”
"Heh, not yet... At least until a man made of shrimps decided to pop back up and ruin everything." He sighs.
Isaac is slumped against a tree with his jacket partially on fire. Pieces of partially melted metal are strewn about the area with some a good distance away
Xan races over, smothering the flames with a wave of his hand. He snaps his fingers in Isaac's ear "Hey.. hey wake up?"
He groans and looks at Xan "what happened?"
"Heard a bang but that's was it, could've been an explosion." He shrugs and picks him up.
He sighs "it was probably an explosion. [gp] project backfired"
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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 doesn’t resist, tucking himself into the covers “Apparently Domino wants to go to Vanderbilt, she’s going to be amazing.” He says sighing.
He gives her a friendly wink “Not half as beautiful as you.” He says, picking a red Lilly, putting in on his gi.
He laughs again “Dragons have to be strong Lilac, but if you ever want a meal, come to me.”
"She'll do wonderful, sweetie. Rest now." She says, whispering gently into his ear.
"Oh, uhm, thank you.. I have a boyfriend..." The white lilly wilts, and stops floating.
"I'm strong, just.. young.." She says, puffing out her chest. "Thank you, unc..."
He closes his eyes, going to sleep with a smile.
He stops, raising an eyebrow “Obviously, do you think I’m interested in you? Do people not give compliments around here?” He says, tilting his head.
He smiles, picking them up and hugging them tight “You are strong, and you’ll only get stronger.”
"No, i'm sure they do, sorry... thats a me problem, not a you problem.." She says, looking down at her lap.
She chuckles softly, hugging back. "Thank you... I just wish Sil saw that side of me.."
“Don’t worry about it, you’re pretty, it makes sense to think I’m trying to flirt with you. Your boyfriend must be lucky.” He chuckles
He puts them back to the ground, beaming “Sil will see that side of you, and they probably already do.”
"Thank you, Shen. You're not half bad yourself. in a friendly manner, of course."
"I hope so..." She says, picking the bowl back up, finishing it quickly, but quietly.
*sneaking this in here, ahem-*
Domino enters the tavern, covered in many small to medium cuts.
“Happy to hear that, not many of my coworkers like me, but that might be because I’m higher rank than them.” He stands up, stretching, more flexible than anyone would except.
He sighs, cleaning the bowl “You know they care about you, just know, you’re young, they don’t want you getting hurt.”
What appears to be a teenager walks into the tavern, they are wearing a black school uniform with some customizations, like some purple detailing on the jacket. They have slicked back black hair, and sharper features, they have a war hammer on their back, looking strong despite appearing only 18, they also have a strange pouch on their belt. Their eyes are an electric yellow, looking around the place.
"Well, unfortunately, I cannot taste a thing. Nothing on your part, my tongue simply doesn't work well." He places his hands in his pockets "Perhaps try some other tongues and get a variety of answers?"
"Ichigo... Akisawa... I am the... Last living body.."
He nods, standing up to his full colossal height "I should probably take that advice to heart. I don't believe we have met before, Ragnerious, grandson of Ragnaris. Nice to meet you."
"L-last... living... body?" They tilt their head, playing with the lion.
"Ah.. the Dragon Lord, I have heard of him." He nods "I am William Giordano. Head Chef and proprietor of The Red Plate."
He nods "Last of.. my kind."
“Happy to hear grandad’s reputation reaches even you. Happy we can be acquainted William, do you mind if I call you William? Would you prefer Mr.Giordano?”
They lower their head “M-must… be… lonely.”
"William is fine. What the customers call, what everyone calls me. Consider it offered to you as well." He shrugs.
"Sometimes.. but I have.. friends.. here."
He chuckles deeply, smiling “Happy to hear that, I would be right to assume this is your establishment?” He says, tapping the wall softly.
They tilt their head, confused “Friends? W-what is friends?”
"It is. Made it myself, raised it myself, hell.. I'll die in it." He chuckles.
"Friends... People you can.. trust in "
He nods “That’s some commitment I can admire, if I built up something I wouldn’t want to lose it either.”
“Trust…in? Trust… trust in papa. Papa friend?”
"Mn.. lost it once before... Won't happen again." He says, his steely grey eyes turning sharp.
"Papa would be.. father."
“I commend you for that, but there is no threat to your home right now, you don’t need that fire in your eyes just yet.”
“Yes… yes… father. Do… you want… be friend?”
"Heh, not yet... At least until a man made of shrimps decided to pop back up and ruin everything." He sighs.
"Sure... Everyone needs.. friend." He nods.
He laughs, before realizing he’s serious, and then begins to laugh harder, falling, shaking the ground “A man made of shirmp! Ruining a cook! I love irony! Ha!”
They smile, a tear dropping down their plastic face “T-thank you.”
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He nods “That’s some commitment I can admire, if I built up something I wouldn’t want to lose it either.”
“Trust…in? Trust… trust in papa. Papa friend?”
Xan races over, smothering the flames with a wave of his hand. He snaps his fingers in Isaac's ear "Hey.. hey wake up?"
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
Okigaro sighs and leans back in her chair
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
"Mn.. lost it once before... Won't happen again." He says, his steely grey eyes turning sharp.
"Papa would be.. father."
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 made a deal with someone who offered to help with my big plan, but then, I realized the actual instructions I'd need to follow would be... less than favorable. It required something truly heinous, which I don't want to do, but to my knowledge, it's the only way I can achieve that dream. Now... now, though I hate to even think it, I'm beginning to doubt if it's worth it."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He groans and looks at Xan "what happened?"
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 commend you for that, but there is no threat to your home right now, you don’t need that fire in your eyes just yet.”
“Yes… yes… father. Do… you want… be friend?”
He nods and sits down at a table, picking up a menu and reading it.
"Not really. I've never met him, but he has a reputation around here. People say I look like him."
He does a quick, silent prayer, then eats ravenously, as if he hadn't had food in days.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Heard a bang but that's was it, could've been an explosion." He shrugs and picks him up.
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
She blinks "Honey... I am your mother... What in hells name out that idea into your head that I am not?" She asked, looking a bit concerned.
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
"Heh, not yet... At least until a man made of shrimps decided to pop back up and ruin everything." He sighs.
"Sure... Everyone needs.. friend." He nods.
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
William watches him for a moment more before heading back into the kitchen.
"Indeed... Very similar." He rasps, nodding.
She grins "Well I am glad someone is hungry!" She claps her hands.
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 sighs "it was probably an explosion. [gp] project backfired"
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
“Happy to hear that, not many of my coworkers like me, but that might be because I’m higher rank than them.” He stands up, stretching, more flexible than anyone would except.
He sighs, cleaning the bowl “You know they care about you, just know, you’re young, they don’t want you getting hurt.”
What appears to be a teenager walks into the tavern, they are wearing a black school uniform with some customizations, like some purple detailing on the jacket. They have slicked back black hair, and sharper features, they have a war hammer on their back, looking strong despite appearing only 18, they also have a strange pouch on their belt. Their eyes are an electric yellow, looking around the place.
After a minute, he writes something on a napkin and closes the menu.
"His family actually came from mine. All the abuse and sacrifice and neglect was inherited. It's nice to hear that a cousin of mine broke the cycle."
As soon as he finishes, he wipes his mouth on a napkin. "Thank you, mama. May I have some more? It's really good, like always."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He laughs, before realizing he’s serious, and then begins to laugh harder, falling, shaking the ground “A man made of shirmp! Ruining a cook! I love irony! Ha!”
They smile, a tear dropping down their plastic face “T-thank you.”