Sytosc slowly but steadily finishes his meal. The large portion sizes don't seem to affect him at all. Be the end of it, he's still just as hungry as before... and just as rich, judging by the heavy tips.
William comes back with two plates again. One holds a cake, Tiramisu, that is dusted with cocoa and cinnamon. The other is not a plate but rather a shallow bowl that carries Puttanesca with olives and capers.
*AYYYY* *MY FAVORITE MEATBALL HAS ALREADY ROLLED BACK DOWNHILL WHERE HE BELONGS*
"Mm. This should be excellent. I should probably tell you my name. High Critic Sytosc." He tries the pasta first.
Sytosc slowly but steadily finishes his meal. The large portion sizes don't seem to affect him at all. Be the end of it, he's still just as hungry as before... and just as rich, judging by the heavy tips.
William comes back with two plates again. One holds a cake, Tiramisu, that is dusted with cocoa and cinnamon. The other is not a plate but rather a shallow bowl that carries Puttanesca with olives and capers.
*AYYYY* *MY FAVORITE MEATBALL HAS ALREADY ROLLED BACK DOWNHILL WHERE HE BELONGS*
"Mm. This should be excellent. I should probably tell you my name. High Critic Sytosc." He tries the pasta first.
"I have an idea that you already know mine." He nods and chuckles, smiling warmly "But I am William Frayediron." He nods politely.
*AYYYY* *MY FAVORITE MEATBALL HAS ALREADY ROLLED BACK DOWNHILL WHERE HE BELONGS*
"Mm. This should be excellent. I should probably tell you my name. High Critic Sytosc." He tries the pasta first.
"I have an idea that you already know mine." He nods and chuckles, smiling warmly "But I am William Frayediron." He nods politely.
*KEEP AWAY FROM ME [HISSES]*
"How could I not? As I said, everyone adores you. When asked about the restaurant, they first say their favorite food, then gush about you for minutes on end. Excellent puttanesca, by the way. So far, I think this place may earn one of my coveted stars."
*AYYYY* *MY FAVORITE MEATBALL HAS ALREADY ROLLED BACK DOWNHILL WHERE HE BELONGS*
"Mm. This should be excellent. I should probably tell you my name. High Critic Sytosc." He tries the pasta first.
"I have an idea that you already know mine." He nods and chuckles, smiling warmly "But I am William Frayediron." He nods politely.
*KEEP AWAY FROM ME [HISSES]*
"How could I not? As I said, everyone adores you. When asked about the restaurant, they first say their favorite food, then gush about you for minutes on end. Excellent puttanesca, by the way. So far, I think this place may earn one of my coveted stars."
"I try. It's hard though. I get a rude customer and I have to try and not give myself as I feed him his wife or child." He placed his chin in his palm "I have to set up a carefully crafted mask so those who feast here don't get scared and run away from the help I am trying to give them." he explained and sighed.
"How could I not? As I said, everyone adores you. When asked about the restaurant, they first say their favorite food, then gush about you for minutes on end. Excellent puttanesca, by the way. So far, I think this place may earn one of my coveted stars."
"I try. It's hard though. I get a rude customer and I have to try and not give myself as I feed him his wife or child." He placed his chin in his palm "I have to set up a carefully crafted mask so those who feast here don't get scared and run away from the help I am trying to give them." he explained and sighed.
"You wish to help people? Very interesting. I don't quite understand yet, but maybe you could help me with that: How does feeding people their loved ones help them? I always saw the slaughter of humanoids as a pointless effort, as anyone can become a great artist given the proper talent and training. But you seem to have a unique perspective on things that I am dying to hear."
"How could I not? As I said, everyone adores you. When asked about the restaurant, they first say their favorite food, then gush about you for minutes on end. Excellent puttanesca, by the way. So far, I think this place may earn one of my coveted stars."
"I try. It's hard though. I get a rude customer and I have to try and not give myself as I feed him his wife or child." He placed his chin in his palm "I have to set up a carefully crafted mask so those who feast here don't get scared and run away from the help I am trying to give them." he explained and sighed.
"You wish to help people? Very interesting. I don't quite understand yet, but maybe you could help me with that: How does feeding people their loved ones help them? I always saw the slaughter of humanoids as a pointless effort, as anyone can become a great artist given the proper talent and training. But you seem to have a unique perspective on things that I am dying to hear."
He tapped his fingers against the table before waving a hand, gesturing for him to follow.
(If it is okay with you, I would like to move this to PM's because I have a feeling it may get gory.*
"How could I not? As I said, everyone adores you. When asked about the restaurant, they first say their favorite food, then gush about you for minutes on end. Excellent puttanesca, by the way. So far, I think this place may earn one of my coveted stars."
"I try. It's hard though. I get a rude customer and I have to try and not give myself as I feed him his wife or child." He placed his chin in his palm "I have to set up a carefully crafted mask so those who feast here don't get scared and run away from the help I am trying to give them." he explained and sighed.
"You wish to help people? Very interesting. I don't quite understand yet, but maybe you could help me with that: How does feeding people their loved ones help them? I always saw the slaughter of humanoids as a pointless effort, as anyone can become a great artist given the proper talent and training. But you seem to have a unique perspective on things that I am dying to hear."
He tapped his fingers against the table before waving a hand, gesturing for him to follow.
(If it is okay with you, I would like to move this to PM's because I have a feeling it may get gory.*
"A view of the kitchen? You spoil me, William." (Go for it ;3)
*AYYYY*
*MY FAVORITE MEATBALL HAS ALREADY ROLLED BACK DOWNHILL WHERE HE BELONGS*
"Mm. This should be excellent. I should probably tell you my name. High Critic Sytosc." He tries the pasta first.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Jøken and the others eat it, not seeming to notice anything out of the ordinary.
*Is it human flesh?*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"I have an idea that you already know mine." He nods and chuckles, smiling warmly "But I am William Frayediron." He nods politely.
*KEEP AWAY FROM ME [HISSES]*
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
*Yep but the spices have been used to cover up anyone who would try and taste it out.*
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 goblins wouldn't actually care if they knew it was human flesh. If it was goblin flesh tho...*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe*
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 could I not? As I said, everyone adores you. When asked about the restaurant, they first say their favorite food, then gush about you for minutes on end. Excellent puttanesca, by the way. So far, I think this place may earn one of my coveted stars."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Though they'd only be annoyed by the lying, and because it wasn't prepared and served in the traditional manner as part of that goblin's funeral.*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"I try. It's hard though. I get a rude customer and I have to try and not give myself as I feed him his wife or child." He placed his chin in his palm "I have to set up a carefully crafted mask so those who feast here don't get scared and run away from the help I am trying to give them." he explained and sighed.
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
"You wish to help people? Very interesting. I don't quite understand yet, but maybe you could help me with that: How does feeding people their loved ones help them? I always saw the slaughter of humanoids as a pointless effort, as anyone can become a great artist given the proper talent and training. But you seem to have a unique perspective on things that I am dying to hear."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He tapped his fingers against the table before waving a hand, gesturing for him to follow.
(If it is okay with you, I would like to move this to PM's because I have a feeling it may get gory.*
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
"A view of the kitchen? You spoil me, William."
(Go for it ;3)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Morning friends*
*Morning bud*
"Hello chum Ill be buying drinks for the next hour if you can be me in a game of blackjack."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Asher let's out a llaugh, "Alright then, I accept your offer." He grins
*EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*
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
*[Huggle]*
*HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIJIIIIIIIJJJJJJJJJJJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII*
*HOW ARE YOOOOU?*
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
*am back, was writing about killer lightbulb that turns off sun*
Thirteen is standing near the outskirts of the forest. Caramel is next to him, and he’s wearing his most durable greatcoat.
Nainai is printing up a storm.
Pch’Ptah is looking for dead things with its fireflies.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*IM GOOOOOD, GONNA MAKE ANITHER CHARACTERRR*
*HOW ABIUT YOOOOOOOUUUUUU?*