It tastes... it's not a consommé... not an aspic... it's...
Rag gets a vision. Felix at the edge of a volcano, lowering the pot into the magma. He's been there for days, weeks even, waiting for the flow to be just right. For the complex flavors to come together in the perfect heterogeneous space the size of a single pot. Monsters of epic proportions lie dead at his feet. Not beings like the tarrasque, but creatures designed by supernature with one goal in mind: kill as efficiently as possible. Closer to false hydras and ancient oblexes. Beings with so many tricks and tools, so much intellect and raw power, but slaughtered just the same. Felix turns, revealing the pink glow of his eyes that cut through the smog. He's singed and bloodied from so many misfired gourmet hunting traps and violent monstrosities. But he stands. "Someday..." he mutters, holding the pot. "Someone will appreciate this... and I'll be there."
And Rag is the one who appreciates it. He feels the effort that went into it, in both flavor and texture. The music crescendos as the crucible drains down into his mouth. He feels the raw power flow through him. He feels even stronger than before.
It's glorious.
When the vision ends and the revelation hits Ragnerious, his eyes open, his face points to the sky, and tears begin to fall from his eyes. He has a smile on his face as the tears fall to the ground, he is speechless, but his appearance provides all the words he needs to say without an utterance. His hands fall limp at his sides, not that they are heavy to hold up, or that he doesn't have the strength, but simply he is lost in the grand flavor of the magma-like substance, far beyond appreciation.
Felix sits nearby, proud of his work, and proud of Rag for having the palate and physical capability to appreciate it.
It tastes... it's not a consommé... not an aspic... it's...
Rag gets a vision. Felix at the edge of a volcano, lowering the pot into the magma. He's been there for days, weeks even, waiting for the flow to be just right. For the complex flavors to come together in the perfect heterogeneous space the size of a single pot. Monsters of epic proportions lie dead at his feet. Not beings like the tarrasque, but creatures designed by supernature with one goal in mind: kill as efficiently as possible. Closer to false hydras and ancient oblexes. Beings with so many tricks and tools, so much intellect and raw power, but slaughtered just the same. Felix turns, revealing the pink glow of his eyes that cut through the smog. He's singed and bloodied from so many misfired gourmet hunting traps and violent monstrosities. But he stands. "Someday..." he mutters, holding the pot. "Someone will appreciate this... and I'll be there."
And Rag is the one who appreciates it. He feels the effort that went into it, in both flavor and texture. The music crescendos as the crucible drains down into his mouth. He feels the raw power flow through him. He feels even stronger than before.
It's glorious.
When the vision ends and the revelation hits Ragnerious, his eyes open, his face points to the sky, and tears begin to fall from his eyes. He has a smile on his face as the tears fall to the ground, he is speechless, but his appearance provides all the words he needs to say without an utterance. His hands fall limp at his sides, not that they are heavy to hold up, or that he doesn't have the strength, but simply he is lost in the grand flavor of the magma-like substance, far beyond appreciation.
Felix sits nearby, proud of his work, and proud of Rag for having the palate and physical capability to appreciate it.
Eventually Rag is able to move his head back, his face now slightly stained with his tears, he opens his maw, and for a moment nothing comes out, until he says "Thank you Felix."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Felix sits nearby, proud of his work, and proud of Rag for having the palate and physical capability to appreciate it.
Eventually Rag is able to move his head back, his face now slightly stained with his tears, he opens his maw, and for a moment nothing comes out, until he says "Thank you Felix."
"You are welcome, Rag. It took a lot of work. Knife guy uses this corpse pit, by the way, so I might run into him again." He offers Rag a sending stone. "Could you take this, just in case I need to call you?"
Felix sits nearby, proud of his work, and proud of Rag for having the palate and physical capability to appreciate it.
Eventually Rag is able to move his head back, his face now slightly stained with his tears, he opens his maw, and for a moment nothing comes out, until he says "Thank you Felix."
"You are welcome, Rag. It took a lot of work. Knife guy uses this corpse pit, by the way, so I might run into him again." He offers Rag a sending stone. "Could you take this, just in case I need to call you?"
*Forgot to mention, awesome reaction*
*Tried by best, thanks.*
He takes the sending stone and puts it on one of the spots in his belt "If you need me just call and I'll find my way as fast as I can. I'm not too fast, but I can run for a while without getting tired. If you have an issue just let me know." He stands up to his greater height in his hybrid form.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"You are welcome, Rag. It took a lot of work. Knife guy uses this corpse pit, by the way, so I might run into him again." He offers Rag a sending stone. "Could you take this, just in case I need to call you?"
*Forgot to mention, awesome reaction*
*Tried by best, thanks.*
He takes the sending stone and puts it on one of the spots in his belt "If you need me just call and I'll find my way as fast as I can. I'm not too fast, but I can run for a while without getting tired. If you have an issue just let me know." He stands up to his greater height in his hybrid form.
"That magma was probably a one-time thing, by the way." He begins to put up his stuff. "I'm working my way through the Nightmare, and I have so many monsters to eat that if I went back to get more I probably wouldn't have enough space."
"You are welcome, Rag. It took a lot of work. Knife guy uses this corpse pit, by the way, so I might run into him again." He offers Rag a sending stone. "Could you take this, just in case I need to call you?"
*Forgot to mention, awesome reaction*
*Tried by best, thanks.*
He takes the sending stone and puts it on one of the spots in his belt "If you need me just call and I'll find my way as fast as I can. I'm not too fast, but I can run for a while without getting tired. If you have an issue just let me know." He stands up to his greater height in his hybrid form.
"That magma was probably a one-time thing, by the way." He begins to put up his stuff. "I'm working my way through the Nightmare, and I have so many monsters to eat that if I went back to get more I probably wouldn't have enough space."
"If you ever consider going for another serving, I would be willing I would help. I can take the heat of a volcano with little issue, and an extra hot one might be some issue, but I can make it." He begins to walk off, climbing out of the pit by sticking two fingers into the wall and flinging himself up "Call me whenever, and I'll try my best to answer."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"That magma was probably a one-time thing, by the way." He begins to put up his stuff. "I'm working my way through the Nightmare, and I have so many monsters to eat that if I went back to get more I probably wouldn't have enough space."
"If you ever consider going for another serving, I would be willing I would help. I can take the heat of a volcano with little issue, and an extra hot one might be some issue, but I can make it." He begins to walk off, climbing out of the pit by sticking two fingers into the wall and flinging himself up "Call me whenever, and I'll try my best to answer."
"If we adventure together, I want to clarify one rule in advance: if your intention isn't to eat it, don't kill it. There are some exceptions, such as if a creature literally cannot be eaten, but overall it feels less like murder if we eat what we catch. Anyway, bye, Rag! Have a nice week!"
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
She approaches, curious. "Hi! Are you the person who made this bird?" She gestures towards the little metal bird that guided her here.
He nods “I make machines for a living”
They seem completely amazed. "That's SO COOL! How do you do it?" Their extra eyes open to face him as well- all of them staring, but not with the same sense of childlike wonder they have.
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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)
She approaches, curious. "Hi! Are you the person who made this bird?" She gestures towards the little metal bird that guided her here.
He nods “I make machines for a living”
They seem completely amazed. "That's SO COOL! How do you do it?" Their extra eyes open to face him as well- all of them staring, but not with the same sense of childlike wonder they have.
“My method is to take old scraps and make something new out of them. Better to reuse discarded things in my opinion”
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
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
Felix is humming to some music as he looks through his mobile spice cabinet for the dragon's blood.
Dyscharist is putting on a show as he constructs a throne of fleshless animal remains. A Bone throne, if you will.
Barbeau is repairing his giant machine.
Isaac comes over to Barbeau and gestures to the machine “what does it do?”
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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
She approaches, curious. "Hi! Are you the person who made this bird?" She gestures towards the little metal bird that guided her here.
He nods “I make machines for a living”
They seem completely amazed. "That's SO COOL! How do you do it?" Their extra eyes open to face him as well- all of them staring, but not with the same sense of childlike wonder they have.
“My method is to take old scraps and make something new out of them. Better to reuse discarded things in my opinion”
"Wow... that's awesome! So, this bird is entirely made from recycled parts?"
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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)
She approaches, curious. "Hi! Are you the person who made this bird?" She gestures towards the little metal bird that guided her here.
He nods “I make machines for a living”
They seem completely amazed. "That's SO COOL! How do you do it?" Their extra eyes open to face him as well- all of them staring, but not with the same sense of childlike wonder they have.
“My method is to take old scraps and make something new out of them. Better to reuse discarded things in my opinion”
"Wow... that's awesome! So, this bird is entirely made from recycled parts?"
He nods “made that one from an old clock”
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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
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Denji walks in and gets a second serving of ramen.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Felix sits nearby, proud of his work, and proud of Rag for having the palate and physical capability to appreciate it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Eventually Rag is able to move his head back, his face now slightly stained with his tears, he opens his maw, and for a moment nothing comes out, until he says "Thank you Felix."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"You are welcome, Rag. It took a lot of work. Knife guy uses this corpse pit, by the way, so I might run into him again." He offers Rag a sending stone. "Could you take this, just in case I need to call you?"
*Forgot to mention, awesome reaction*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Tried by best, thanks.*
He takes the sending stone and puts it on one of the spots in his belt "If you need me just call and I'll find my way as fast as I can. I'm not too fast, but I can run for a while without getting tired. If you have an issue just let me know." He stands up to his greater height in his hybrid form.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"That magma was probably a one-time thing, by the way." He begins to put up his stuff. "I'm working my way through the Nightmare, and I have so many monsters to eat that if I went back to get more I probably wouldn't have enough space."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"If you ever consider going for another serving, I would be willing I would help. I can take the heat of a volcano with little issue, and an extra hot one might be some issue, but I can make it." He begins to walk off, climbing out of the pit by sticking two fingers into the wall and flinging himself up "Call me whenever, and I'll try my best to answer."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"If we adventure together, I want to clarify one rule in advance: if your intention isn't to eat it, don't kill it. There are some exceptions, such as if a creature literally cannot be eaten, but overall it feels less like murder if we eat what we catch. Anyway, bye, Rag! Have a nice week!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Is anyone on?)
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
They seem completely amazed. "That's SO COOL! How do you do it?" Their extra eyes open to face him as well- all of them staring, but not with the same sense of childlike wonder they have.
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)
*I am now!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“My method is to take old scraps and make something new out of them. Better to reuse discarded things in my opinion”
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
(Who you got?)
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
Felix is humming to some music as he looks through his mobile spice cabinet for the dragon's blood.
Dyscharist is putting on a show as he constructs a throne of fleshless animal remains. A Bone throne, if you will.
Barbeau is repairing his giant machine.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Isaac comes over to Barbeau and gestures to the machine “what does it do?”
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
*Hey everybody I’m back, and feel like introing Jason Asano here.*
"It's an all-terrain hotel. It can do a little bit of everything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Wow... that's awesome! So, this bird is entirely made from recycled parts?"
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)
*Cool. I'm not scared.*
*Edit: discovered that he's a LitRpg protag and thus has damage numbers that can be used...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods “made that one from an old clock”
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