He shakes his head. "All good, I just don't carry or serve humanoid meat. I've got plenty of beef, pork, rat, dog... I've even got some dragon in here if that interests you."
*Sorry, missed this*
"Anythin'll do fine. I do prefer beef though if there ain't any humanoid." She scratches her arm with claws, cutting though her clothes and digging into her own flesh slightly, revealing tattoos of constellations that seem to move along her body.
He pulls out some raw steaks. "Would some tartare interest you at all?"
"I wouldn't be against it, if you don't mind it." The cuts leak black bile, starlight shining inside of it.
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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.'
He places a bento box on the table opposite from him as a skeleton brings a chair. "They call me the Dyscharist. But my name is Boris Oraq. Pleased to meet you, Traitor." His vocalizations are almost whispery, but carry enough volume and power that an entire noble court would silence themselves if he so much as exhaled with much force.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance as well." She walks over to the offered chair and sits down. "May I ask what brings you to this place?"
"There has been unrest among local powers. They've been cutting off food to this area in an attempt to starve out whatever has been destroying the ecosystem. They have armed forces at the borders of this area. I've been smuggling food in lately, and I'm afraid they are catching on to my chicanery." He opens the box for her with a gesture, and comforting, nutritious food waits inside. Fried cutlets, roast vegetables, sushi with various condiments, a little container of soup, some drink options... and a little soot sprite.
He pulls out some raw steaks. "Would some tartare interest you at all?"
"I wouldn't be against it, if you don't mind it." The cuts leak black bile, starlight shining inside of it.
As he chops the steaks fine, he looks at her wounds. "Are you alright? That looks pretty nasty."
She looks down to where she has cut herself by accident, putting a hand glowing with black light there, the wound closing back up "Don't worry, happens all the time, ain't nothin' I hadn't dealt with before."
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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.'
As he chops the steaks fine, he looks at her wounds. "Are you alright? That looks pretty nasty."
She looks down to where she has cut herself by accident, putting a hand glowing with black light there, the wound closing back up "Don't worry, happens all the time, ain't nothin' I hadn't dealt with before."
He begins to chop some herbs. "You shouldn't have to, though. Deal with that, I mean."
As he chops the steaks fine, he looks at her wounds. "Are you alright? That looks pretty nasty."
She looks down to where she has cut herself by accident, putting a hand glowing with black light there, the wound closing back up "Don't worry, happens all the time, ain't nothin' I hadn't dealt with before."
He begins to chop some herbs. "You shouldn't have to, though. Deal with that, I mean."
She nods, "That's likely true, but I'm dealin' with it till I'm dead. That's how it is." She smiles, helping him slightly, with his permission of course.
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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.'
He begins to chop some herbs. "You shouldn't have to, though. Deal with that, I mean."
She nods, "That's likely true, but I'm dealin' with it till I'm dead. That's how it is." She smiles, helping him slightly, with his permission of course.
He allows her to as he separates the eggs. "Have you tried curse-removal spells?"
He begins to chop some herbs. "You shouldn't have to, though. Deal with that, I mean."
She nods, "That's likely true, but I'm dealin' with it till I'm dead. That's how it is." She smiles, helping him slightly, with his permission of course.
He allows her to as he separates the eggs. "Have you tried curse-removal spells?"
"Mhmm, just end up hurtin' me more than helpin'. You know anybody else from the Gnarly?"
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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.'
He places a bento box on the table opposite from him as a skeleton brings a chair. "They call me the Dyscharist. But my name is Boris Oraq. Pleased to meet you, Traitor." His vocalizations are almost whispery, but carry enough volume and power that an entire noble court would silence themselves if he so much as exhaled with much force.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance as well." She walks over to the offered chair and sits down. "May I ask what brings you to this place?"
"There has been unrest among local powers. They've been cutting off food to this area in an attempt to starve out whatever has been destroying the ecosystem. They have armed forces at the borders of this area. I've been smuggling food in lately, and I'm afraid they are catching on to my chicanery." He opens the box for her with a gesture, and comforting, nutritious food waits inside. Fried cutlets, roast vegetables, sushi with various condiments, a little container of soup, some drink options... and a little soot sprite.
"Destroying the ecosystem? That sounds awful indeed." She picks up the soot sprite as gently as her claws can muster, looking at the small creature.
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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)
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 wouldn't be against it, if you don't mind it." The cuts leak black bile, starlight shining inside of it.
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.)
"There has been unrest among local powers. They've been cutting off food to this area in an attempt to starve out whatever has been destroying the ecosystem. They have armed forces at the borders of this area. I've been smuggling food in lately, and I'm afraid they are catching on to my chicanery." He opens the box for her with a gesture, and comforting, nutritious food waits inside. Fried cutlets, roast vegetables, sushi with various condiments, a little container of soup, some drink options... and a little soot sprite.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
As he chops the steaks fine, he looks at her wounds. "Are you alright? That looks pretty nasty."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks down to where she has cut herself by accident, putting a hand glowing with black light there, the wound closing back up "Don't worry, happens all the time, ain't nothin' I hadn't dealt with before."
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.)
He begins to chop some herbs. "You shouldn't have to, though. Deal with that, I mean."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sorry for disappearing. The meeting i have have is a lunch but mine had mayo on it (I'm allergic to eggs) so I had to go out and buy something.*
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 nods, "That's likely true, but I'm dealin' with it till I'm dead. That's how it is." She smiles, helping him slightly, with his permission of course.
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 sounds like you leaving was completely justified, I'm sorry you had to deal with that.*
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.)
*I can't imagine being allergic to eggs. That sounds horrible. I'm also sorry you had to deal with that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He allows her to as he separates the eggs. "Have you tried curse-removal spells?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mhmm, just end up hurtin' me more than helpin'. You know anybody else from the Gnarly?"
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.)
"I know Sparrow. I've met Thane. I've annoyed the Sisters directly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She smiles "Would've joined ya if I got the chance. How are those two doin? Still thick as thieves?"
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.)
He nods. "Yup. For now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She chuckles and continues to work on the food "What's ya plan, if you don't mind my askin'."
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.)
"Destroying the ecosystem? That sounds awful indeed." She picks up the soot sprite as gently as her claws can muster, looking at the small creature.
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 gotta go again*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Fare thee well, friend!*
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)
(hello again)
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
*See ya around my guy!*
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.)