"That's nice. I'm technically a demon prince myself. Emphasis on technically. Anyone who rules over a large enough mass of evil spirits gains that title eventually, and being a demon myself doesn't help." He lets a little soot sprite out of his sleeve, which runs up to her. "Ah. Another one. They get everywhere. Can't get mad at them though. They just wanna help."
She picks it up, holding it in her hands. She places a kiss on its head and smiles "Adorable little things no?"
"Yup. I make a lot of them. They're cheap labor, and fun to take care of. They eat candy."
She smiles and pets it "Labor you say? This little thing? Barely looks like it would lift a pen." She raises a brow.
"So... you're saying that... hmm... so you tried to be the best while I was trying to make art. We both succeeded at both goals to an extent, but we each reached a nearly unapproachable peak. It just happens that my peak is also terrifying to the modern diner."
“…yeah, pretty much. I mean, I was trying to make art in a way too, I guess I just stuck a lot more to customary standards of cooking.” He turns back to the bar, sighing. “But some things are just random. Be it a pantheon, a one true God, fate, chance, or whatever, there are things that can’t be controlled.”
"I get it. I think you're very artistic, and I'm a very good cook, it just so happens that we have different views of what's 'the best.'"
"Yup. I make a lot of them. They're cheap labor, and fun to take care of. They eat candy."
She smiles and pets it "Labor you say? This little thing? Barely looks like it would lift a pen." She raises a brow.
"About as strong as a teenager, actually. But not too fast. Great little friends. When they stop working, they tend to collapse back into ash. Natural ones are better, but it's better that they stay away from the Demon Pit."
"Yup. I make a lot of them. They're cheap labor, and fun to take care of. They eat candy."
She smiles and pets it "Labor you say? This little thing? Barely looks like it would lift a pen." She raises a brow.
"About as strong as a teenager, actually. But not too fast. Great little friends. When they stop working, they tend to collapse back into ash. Natural ones are better, but it's better that they stay away from the Demon Pit."
"Well, I find that these little creatures are adorable. It is unfortunate they stop working and cease to exist. I imagine people would be willing to pay a pretty coin for one of these as a pet." She said and snuggles one despite how tiny it is with a content smile.
"So... you're saying that... hmm... so you tried to be the best while I was trying to make art. We both succeeded at both goals to an extent, but we each reached a nearly unapproachable peak. It just happens that my peak is also terrifying to the modern diner."
“…yeah, pretty much. I mean, I was trying to make art in a way too, I guess I just stuck a lot more to customary standards of cooking.” He turns back to the bar, sighing. “But some things are just random. Be it a pantheon, a one true God, fate, chance, or whatever, there are things that can’t be controlled.”
"I get it. I think you're very artistic, and I'm a very good cook, it just so happens that we have different views of what's 'the best.'"
“Yeah.” Mauric sits there for a second, thinking deeply.
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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.
"About as strong as a teenager, actually. But not too fast. Great little friends. When they stop working, they tend to collapse back into ash. Natural ones are better, but it's better that they stay away from the Demon Pit."
"Well, I find that these little creatures are adorable. It is unfortunate they stop working and cease to exist. I imagine people would be willing to pay a pretty coin for one of these as a pet." She said and snuggles one despite how tiny it is with a content smile.
"I give them away for free, along with a note with their names so you can resummon them. I also give out care guides on the same notes. They tend to strike if they don't like you. Anyway, we give away bento boxes with these things in them. They help a lot with reconstruction efforts. I own Third Seal, that big food-delivery company. I've been trying to use those resources to help people in need. Thus the bento boxes."
Her spirit narrows her eyes "I did not live this long to suddenly allow all on my area..."
Muttering from the Council. "We find that a reasonable complaint. Addendum. Any being that rejects or abuses your hospitality may be barred from your lands for as long as you wish. They will be unable to enter your domain for as long as you wish. You cannot ban a creature from its own home, however, even if it falls on your lands."
"About as strong as a teenager, actually. But not too fast. Great little friends. When they stop working, they tend to collapse back into ash. Natural ones are better, but it's better that they stay away from the Demon Pit."
"Well, I find that these little creatures are adorable. It is unfortunate they stop working and cease to exist. I imagine people would be willing to pay a pretty coin for one of these as a pet." She said and snuggles one despite how tiny it is with a content smile.
"I give them away for free, along with a note with their names so you can resummon them. I also give out care guides on the same notes. They tend to strike if they don't like you. Anyway, we give away bento boxes with these things in them. They help a lot with reconstruction efforts. I own Third Seal, that big food-delivery company. I've been trying to use those resources to help people in need. Thus the bento boxes."
"Interesting, I cannot say I've heard of it. Forgive me, I haven't been down from the mountain in awhile, times seem to have changed." She begins to take the beads out of her hair, setting them down in a straight line. She lets her hair fall and begins to braid little strands, taking it part by part, rebraiding the beads back in.
Her spirit narrows her eyes "I did not live this long to suddenly allow all on my area..."
Muttering from the Council. "We find that a reasonable complaint. Addendum. Any being that rejects or abuses your hospitality may be barred from your lands for as long as you wish. They will be unable to enter your domain for as long as you wish. You cannot ban a creature from its own home, however, even if it falls on your lands."
*Oh, Wendi, this might be important.*
*Crikey, I'm so sorry for not responding to that.*
She bares her teeth but does not bite back "... You would need to talk to someone for me..."
Muttering from the Council. "We find that a reasonable complaint. Addendum. Any being that rejects or abuses your hospitality may be barred from your lands for as long as you wish. They will be unable to enter your domain for as long as you wish. You cannot ban a creature from its own home, however, even if it falls on your lands."
*Oh, Wendi, this might be important.*
*Crikey, I'm so sorry for not responding to that.*
She bares her teeth but does not bite back "... You would need to talk to someone for me..."
*All good*
"Forgive our informality, but it's now or never. You've got something tugging at your soul, and even the Gourmet Council is daunted by it. Please, make a decision. An uncertain afterlife in the hands of whatever created the Blight, or offer assistance to travelers who have the capability to enter your lands."
Muttering from the Council. "We find that a reasonable complaint. Addendum. Any being that rejects or abuses your hospitality may be barred from your lands for as long as you wish. They will be unable to enter your domain for as long as you wish. You cannot ban a creature from its own home, however, even if it falls on your lands."
*Oh, Wendi, this might be important.*
*Crikey, I'm so sorry for not responding to that.*
She bares her teeth but does not bite back "... You would need to talk to someone for me..."
*All good*
"Forgive our informality, but it's now or never. You've got something tugging at your soul, and even the Gourmet Council is daunted by it. Please, make a decision. An uncertain afterlife in the hands of whatever created the Blight, or offer assistance to travelers who have the capability to enter your lands."
"I do not care if my soul is ripped from my body or not." She says, her tone serious "You will get me Oswald Grouper and he will decide."
She smiles and pets it "Labor you say? This little thing? Barely looks like it would lift a pen." She raises a brow.
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
*Me being unable to make characters interesting yet -^-*
*Huggles*
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
*Just got done with Family Fun Time, so I'm back.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hoorah*
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 get it. I think you're very artistic, and I'm a very good cook, it just so happens that we have different views of what's 'the best.'"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"About as strong as a teenager, actually. But not too fast. Great little friends. When they stop working, they tend to collapse back into ash. Natural ones are better, but it's better that they stay away from the Demon Pit."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well, I find that these little creatures are adorable. It is unfortunate they stop working and cease to exist. I imagine people would be willing to pay a pretty coin for one of these as a pet." She said and snuggles one despite how tiny it is with a content smile.
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
“Yeah.” Mauric sits there for a second, thinking deeply.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I give them away for free, along with a note with their names so you can resummon them. I also give out care guides on the same notes. They tend to strike if they don't like you. Anyway, we give away bento boxes with these things in them. They help a lot with reconstruction efforts. I own Third Seal, that big food-delivery company. I've been trying to use those resources to help people in need. Thus the bento boxes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Felix fidgets with his fat paws. "Hey, you think the Blight is edible?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh, Wendi, this might be important.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Interesting, I cannot say I've heard of it. Forgive me, I haven't been down from the mountain in awhile, times seem to have changed." She begins to take the beads out of her hair, setting them down in a straight line. She lets her hair fall and begins to braid little strands, taking it part by part, rebraiding the beads back in.
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
“If you don’t value your life.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Crikey, I'm so sorry for not responding to that.*
She bares her teeth but does not bite back "... You would need to talk to someone for 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
*All good*
"Forgive our informality, but it's now or never. You've got something tugging at your soul, and even the Gourmet Council is daunted by it. Please, make a decision. An uncertain afterlife in the hands of whatever created the Blight, or offer assistance to travelers who have the capability to enter your lands."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I can remove its malevolence with my Gourmet Holy Water. But you're right. It's too dangerous to try."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I do not care if my soul is ripped from my body or not." She says, her tone serious "You will get me Oswald Grouper and he will decide."
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
“Yeah. Though what do you think it tastes like?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hey guys, I need to go to bed now.*
*Love y'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