*Sorry for the long wait! I had my break and ran over to 711.*
"Twice baked chicken with a rub perhaps?
"Hmmm... I concur. I've tried it on corn-based chips before, and that was pretty good."
"Might be good with a three chili salsa at the point if you are putting it on corn chips." He said, raising a brow and cracking a smile.
"A good possibility. I've got other seasonings if those interest you. Most of them aren't mixed."
"Will it cost me?" He asks
"No, I don't think so. They're made with gourmet ingredients, but they're really nothing special... if used responsibly."
Williams eyes glint as he tilts his head "Hm, I will consider it." He says and hands them an Italian style taco, a true abomination but oh so good.
Douxgras gobbles it down passionately. The noises he makes are somewhat discomforting, as is the amount of saliva. Evidently, this is an incredible Italian taco.
Ani is dressing a skeleton up in armor in the woods
Jack is working despite his remaining injuries
Rory is sat on the front porch of his shrine
Corpses litter the woods
*ohohohoho~*
Eito enters the area, looking unimpressed.
Rory smiles, "Hello there, how can I help you?"
“You are the priest attending this shrine?”
He nods, standing up and brushing off his priest robes, "Yes, I'm the shrinekeeper."
“Indeed! I am a shrinekeeper as well, not too far from here as a matter of fact!”
"Oh, it's lovely to see another shrinekeeper around" the blindfolded human smiles warmly
“Well, this shrine is slightly different from my own… it’s a lot nicer…”
"Thank you, I take pride in how I take care of this place" He hums, "Though I'm sure yours is nice too."
“I did sculpt it by hand… and brought it over four planes…”
"Impressive. My shrine is in a sense always with me aswell, but this is where I offer help to people who need it."
“So to what religion or deity is this place devoted to?”
"Ah, it's complicated. We don't belong to a god, but in the cases of when someone needs one, we typically turn to the gods of light, usually Ilmater in particular." He smiles, offering the fellow shrinekeeper to enter the shrine with them
Eito enters, the glowing symbols on their velvety exterior shining sleekly. “The holy place I maintain is devoted to a single religion. As a matter of fact, I am the religion’s founder.”
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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.
Ani is dressing a skeleton up in armor in the woods
Jack is working despite his remaining injuries
Rory is sat on the front porch of his shrine
Corpses litter the woods
*ohohohoho~*
Eito enters the area, looking unimpressed.
Rory smiles, "Hello there, how can I help you?"
“You are the priest attending this shrine?”
He nods, standing up and brushing off his priest robes, "Yes, I'm the shrinekeeper."
“Indeed! I am a shrinekeeper as well, not too far from here as a matter of fact!”
"Oh, it's lovely to see another shrinekeeper around" the blindfolded human smiles warmly
“Well, this shrine is slightly different from my own… it’s a lot nicer…”
"Thank you, I take pride in how I take care of this place" He hums, "Though I'm sure yours is nice too."
“I did sculpt it by hand… and brought it over four planes…”
"Impressive. My shrine is in a sense always with me aswell, but this is where I offer help to people who need it."
“So to what religion or deity is this place devoted to?”
"Ah, it's complicated. We don't belong to a god, but in the cases of when someone needs one, we typically turn to the gods of light, usually Ilmater in particular." He smiles, offering the fellow shrinekeeper to enter the shrine with them
Eito enters, the glowing symbols on their velvety exterior shining sleekly. “The holy place I maintain is devoted to a single religion. As a matter of fact, I am the religion’s founder.”
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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.
Ani is dressing a skeleton up in armor in the woods
Jack is working despite his remaining injuries
Rory is sat on the front porch of his shrine
Corpses litter the woods
*ohohohoho~*
Eito enters the area, looking unimpressed.
Rory smiles, "Hello there, how can I help you?"
“You are the priest attending this shrine?”
He nods, standing up and brushing off his priest robes, "Yes, I'm the shrinekeeper."
“Indeed! I am a shrinekeeper as well, not too far from here as a matter of fact!”
"Oh, it's lovely to see another shrinekeeper around" the blindfolded human smiles warmly
“Well, this shrine is slightly different from my own… it’s a lot nicer…”
"Thank you, I take pride in how I take care of this place" He hums, "Though I'm sure yours is nice too."
“I did sculpt it by hand… and brought it over four planes…”
"Impressive. My shrine is in a sense always with me aswell, but this is where I offer help to people who need it."
“So to what religion or deity is this place devoted to?”
"Ah, it's complicated. We don't belong to a god, but in the cases of when someone needs one, we typically turn to the gods of light, usually Ilmater in particular." He smiles, offering the fellow shrinekeeper to enter the shrine with them
Eito enters, the glowing symbols on their velvety exterior shining sleekly. “The holy place I maintain is devoted to a single religion. As a matter of fact, I am the religion’s founder.”
"Impressive, I don't know many who can claim that" He smiles
William is currently having a young man's lifeless body back to the Red Plate. He hums to himself, his hands and mouth coated in crimson. His shirt is stained through. Another horrible messy kill.
The tiny black goat is sleeping in the reeds besides the lake, it's tony head curled against its stomach as it snoozes, oblivious to the world around it.
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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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Douxgras gobbles it down passionately. The noises he makes are somewhat discomforting, as is the amount of saliva. Evidently, this is an incredible Italian taco.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*No sauce. Only chicken and American cheese.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Eito enters, the glowing symbols on their velvety exterior shining sleekly. “The holy place I maintain is devoted to a single religion. As a matter of fact, I am the religion’s founder.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Garlic. Italian herbs. Oven.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It was leftover night. I didn't have either of those as leftovers.*
*That said, (scribbles down some notes)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey lovely people. I'm going to bed. Love you all.*
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
*g’night*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hugs! Have an amazing sleep ^^*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Impressive, I don't know many who can claim that" He smiles
*GOOD MORNING.*
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 AM HERE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*(EXPLODES)*
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 is currently having a young man's lifeless body back to the Red Plate. He hums to himself, his hands and mouth coated in crimson. His shirt is stained through. Another horrible messy kill.
The tiny black goat is sleeping in the reeds besides the lake, it's tony head curled against its stomach as it snoozes, oblivious to the world around it.
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