Felix lifts the little door so Leo can enter. "Go right ahead. You can't use stuff from the pantry, though. I'll bring you anything you don't have with you. I don't want my bosses thinking I've been mooching off the ingredient stores again."
“Oh don’t you worry about that, all my magic uses cooking ingredients as components so I have quite the stockpile. Food is a bit harder to store long term, and while there is magic to keep things “fresh”…it’s just not the same.” Leo says as he pulls out a small box, pushing a button in the latch. The box then begins to expand on the table, growing several times larger to reveal many, many small drawers labeled with spices, herbs, and other seasonings mundane and rare.
Felix looks impressed. "Cool! Hey, have you ever heard of Manna? It's like, the building block of life. A fluffy white stuff that can be turned into just about any organic material, and certain other substances like salt and water. You can even make more complex things, like cooked foods! I knew a guy who knew how to harvest it, and he made barbecue out of it."
“I might have heard about something like that, though it sounds more like something Asada would have researched more thoroughly. That sounds like an incredible food substitutes though…”
Felix looks impressed. "Cool! Hey, have you ever heard of Manna? It's like, the building block of life. A fluffy white stuff that can be turned into just about any organic material, and certain other substances like salt and water. You can even make more complex things, like cooked foods! I knew a guy who knew how to harvest it, and he made barbecue out of it."
“I might have heard about something like that, though it sounds more like something Asada would have researched more thoroughly. That sounds like an incredible food substitutes though…”
"It is! Complete nutrition in a small, nearly inedible package! It takes some magical skill to really do anything with it, though. On its own, it's like eating cotton. Anyway, I think it could be cool for a future area of development."
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"It is! Complete nutrition in a small, nearly inedible package! It takes some magical skill to really do anything with it, though. On its own, it's like eating cotton. Anyway, I think it could be cool for a future area of development."
“Oh definitely. I’ll have to look into it.” She says as he pulls out a turkey, potatoes, green beans, and a few other items and places them in the table. “Though considering the sort of material it is, it makes me feel like a few higher beings would be rather frustrated that a “mortal” like me would use it to synthesize some meat and veggies.” He says with a chuckle, his eyes darting to the left for a moment.
"It is! Complete nutrition in a small, nearly inedible package! It takes some magical skill to really do anything with it, though. On its own, it's like eating cotton. Anyway, I think it could be cool for a future area of development."
“Oh definitely. I’ll have to look into it.” She says as he pulls out a turkey, potatoes, green beans, and a few other items and places them in the table. “Though considering the sort of material it is, it makes me feel like a few higher beings would be rather frustrated that a “mortal” like me would use it to synthesize some meat and veggies.” He says with a chuckle, his eyes darting to the left for a moment.
"Would you like some help, big men? I've been workin' on cooking regular food, but because I can't do anything normal, I always do it in too-large portions."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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"It is! Complete nutrition in a small, nearly inedible package! It takes some magical skill to really do anything with it, though. On its own, it's like eating cotton. Anyway, I think it could be cool for a future area of development."
“Oh definitely. I’ll have to look into it.” She says as he pulls out a turkey, potatoes, green beans, and a few other items and places them in the table. “Though considering the sort of material it is, it makes me feel like a few higher beings would be rather frustrated that a “mortal” like me would use it to synthesize some meat and veggies.” He says with a chuckle, his eyes darting to the left for a moment.
"Would you like some help, big men? I've been workin' on cooking regular food, but because I can't do anything normal, I always do it in too-large portions."
“Sure, and don’t worry about making too much. Leftovers are always welcome. Today is a pretty big holiday in my family, but being stuck here means I can’t celebrate with them…but hey, doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate it at all right?”
"Would you like some help, big men? I've been workin' on cooking regular food, but because I can't do anything normal, I always do it in too-large portions."
“Sure, and don’t worry about making too much. Leftovers are always welcome. Today is a pretty big holiday in my family, but being stuck here means I can’t celebrate with them…but hey, doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate it at all right?”
"With my family, I would happily celebrate alone and send them pictures of how much fun I'm having without them. They'd hate that. But my family isn't yours. I'd be happy to help however I can, and maybe we can take pictures anyway and when you get home, you can show them that you still celebrated your tradition, not out of spite, but to show that you still cared enough to celebrate them even when you were far away. I don't know. What's the holiday about, anyway?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Would you like some help, big men? I've been workin' on cooking regular food, but because I can't do anything normal, I always do it in too-large portions."
“Sure, and don’t worry about making too much. Leftovers are always welcome. Today is a pretty big holiday in my family, but being stuck here means I can’t celebrate with them…but hey, doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate it at all right?”
"With my family, I would happily celebrate alone and send them pictures of how much fun I'm having without them. They'd hate that. But my family isn't yours. I'd be happy to help however I can, and maybe we can take pictures anyway and when you get home, you can show them that you still celebrated your tradition, not out of spite, but to show that you still cared enough to celebrate them even when you were far away. I don't know. What's the holiday about, anyway?"
“Well, it has a bit of a complicated history…but it’s become a reason for friends and family to come together to feast and be thankful for what we have.”
Loriche is making gold decals of Abyssal Creole symbols for her armor.
Riotan is fishing for eels.
Vitroze, battered but still impeccably dressed, is making their way to the inn.
Charlie manifests just out of sight and bounds toward her. "Ah, Mx! Is that Abyssal I see? Ooh, I've never seen this dialect!"
Cursebutcher leans against the outside of the inn, smoking. He blows out smog and looks at Vitroze, his eyes covered by his Sinclair Meats baseball cap. "Hey there. You look like a person with a purpose."
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"With my family, I would happily celebrate alone and send them pictures of how much fun I'm having without them. They'd hate that. But my family isn't yours. I'd be happy to help however I can, and maybe we can take pictures anyway and when you get home, you can show them that you still celebrated your tradition, not out of spite, but to show that you still cared enough to celebrate them even when you were far away. I don't know. What's the holiday about, anyway?"
“Well, it has a bit of a complicated history…but it’s become a reason for friends and family to come together to feast and be thankful for what we have.”
"Ah. That sounds a bit sad to be alone on. Well, while you cook, I could decorate for it, if that's a tradition. My culture decorates for just about every occasion."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Loriche is making gold decals of Abyssal Creole symbols for her armor.
Riotan is fishing for eels.
Vitroze, battered but still impeccably dressed, is making their way to the inn.
Charlie manifests just out of sight and bounds toward her. "Ah, Mx! Is that Abyssal I see? Ooh, I've never seen this dialect!"
Cursebutcher leans against the outside of the inn, smoking. He blows out smog and looks at Vitroze, his eyes covered by his Sinclair Meats baseball cap. "Hey there. You look like a person with a purpose."
“Yeah, it’s the language I was raised to speak by minotaurs.”
They straighten up, dusting off their jacket and snapping their ribs back together like a cabinet. “And through what processes of perception did you deduce thusly?”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Charlie manifests just out of sight and bounds toward her. "Ah, Mx! Is that Abyssal I see? Ooh, I've never seen this dialect!"
Cursebutcher leans against the outside of the inn, smoking. He blows out smog and looks at Vitroze, his eyes covered by his Sinclair Meats baseball cap. "Hey there. You look like a person with a purpose."
“Yeah, it’s the language I was raised to speak by minotaurs.”
They straighten up, dusting off their jacket and snapping their ribs back together like a cabinet. “And through what processes of perception did you deduce thusly?”
"Really? I never knew minotaurs had their own language! Curious! Oh, I think we've met before, but it's been a while. Charlie Pickler." He holds out a white-gloved hand to shake.
He chuckles without any real humor. "Your footsteps are like a friend of mine's when he's hunting someone. You smell of blood, ashes, and angels. But I wasn't sure until you spoke. Now I know you're looking for something. Someone?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Charlie manifests just out of sight and bounds toward her. "Ah, Mx! Is that Abyssal I see? Ooh, I've never seen this dialect!"
Cursebutcher leans against the outside of the inn, smoking. He blows out smog and looks at Vitroze, his eyes covered by his Sinclair Meats baseball cap. "Hey there. You look like a person with a purpose."
“Yeah, it’s the language I was raised to speak by minotaurs.”
They straighten up, dusting off their jacket and snapping their ribs back together like a cabinet. “And through what processes of perception did you deduce thusly?”
"Really? I never knew minotaurs had their own language! Curious! Oh, I think we've met before, but it's been a while. Charlie Pickler." He holds out a white-gloved hand to shake.
He chuckles without any real humor. "Your footsteps are like a friend of mine's when he's hunting someone. You smell of blood, ashes, and angels. But I wasn't sure until you spoke. Now I know you're looking for something. Someone?"
She offers a gauntlet to shake. “Loriche va Bental. Nice to re-meet you.”
“That’s concerning. But no. I’m… I’m fine. Just a little roughed up, looking for a place to stay, if that means anything to your magic nose.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Really? I never knew minotaurs had their own language! Curious! Oh, I think we've met before, but it's been a while. Charlie Pickler." He holds out a white-gloved hand to shake.
He chuckles without any real humor. "Your footsteps are like a friend of mine's when he's hunting someone. You smell of blood, ashes, and angels. But I wasn't sure until you spoke. Now I know you're looking for something. Someone?"
She offers a gauntlet to shake. “Loriche va Bental. Nice to re-meet you.”
“That’s concerning. But no. I’m… I’m fine. Just a little roughed up, looking for a place to stay, if that means anything to your magic nose.”
He shakes vigorously. "Lovely to re-meet you, Mx. Bental! Your armor is quite the work of art!"
"It's not magic, but I can see why you'd think that." He flicks the brim of his cap, pushing it up to reveal his bright red, exhausted eyes. "You've come to the right place. Everyone seems to someday. Angels, demons, ghosts, normal folks. It's safe inside. Outside is a different story, however."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Really? I never knew minotaurs had their own language! Curious! Oh, I think we've met before, but it's been a while. Charlie Pickler." He holds out a white-gloved hand to shake.
He chuckles without any real humor. "Your footsteps are like a friend of mine's when he's hunting someone. You smell of blood, ashes, and angels. But I wasn't sure until you spoke. Now I know you're looking for something. Someone?"
She offers a gauntlet to shake. “Loriche va Bental. Nice to re-meet you.”
“That’s concerning. But no. I’m… I’m fine. Just a little roughed up, looking for a place to stay, if that means anything to your magic nose.”
He shakes vigorously. "Lovely to re-meet you, Mx. Bental! Your armor is quite the work of art!"
"It's not magic, but I can see why you'd think that." He flicks the brim of his cap, pushing it up to reveal his bright red, exhausted eyes. "You've come to the right place. Everyone seems to someday. Angels, demons, ghosts, normal folks. It's safe inside. Outside is a different story, however."
“Thank you! I’ve spent my whole life improving and refining it. It’s basically just an extension of myself.”
“I don’t want to deal with angels anymore. I just want easy cases, cheap alcohol, and maybe even… ah, never mind. I’ll settle for working bones.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He shakes vigorously. "Lovely to re-meet you, Mx. Bental! Your armor is quite the work of art!"
"It's not magic, but I can see why you'd think that." He flicks the brim of his cap, pushing it up to reveal his bright red, exhausted eyes. "You've come to the right place. Everyone seems to someday. Angels, demons, ghosts, normal folks. It's safe inside. Outside is a different story, however."
“Thank you! I’ve spent my whole life improving and refining it. It’s basically just an extension of myself.”
“I don’t want to deal with angels anymore. I just want easy cases, cheap alcohol, and maybe even… ah, never mind. I’ll settle for working bones.”
"And that work has certainly paid off! Say, do you take commissions? Nothing too complex, just a new umbrella blade. My old one is functional, but not as flashy as I would like." He twirls his umbrella and extends a simple stiletto blade from the tip. "It pierces supernatural resistances and immunities, and makes indestructible things, well, destructible. I'm not sure if that's the umbrella or the blade itself that does that, but either way, I would adore to have something from a master craftsperson such as yourself."
"We've got all of that here. Including the bones." He offers a cigarette. "But some people might not appreciate a gumshoe wandering around. Not that you're unused to that, I'm sure."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He shakes vigorously. "Lovely to re-meet you, Mx. Bental! Your armor is quite the work of art!"
"It's not magic, but I can see why you'd think that." He flicks the brim of his cap, pushing it up to reveal his bright red, exhausted eyes. "You've come to the right place. Everyone seems to someday. Angels, demons, ghosts, normal folks. It's safe inside. Outside is a different story, however."
“Thank you! I’ve spent my whole life improving and refining it. It’s basically just an extension of myself.”
“I don’t want to deal with angels anymore. I just want easy cases, cheap alcohol, and maybe even… ah, never mind. I’ll settle for working bones.”
"And that work has certainly paid off! Say, do you take commissions? Nothing too complex, just a new umbrella blade. My old one is functional, but not as flashy as I would like." He twirls his umbrella and extends a simple stiletto blade from the tip. "It pierces supernatural resistances and immunities, and makes indestructible things, well, destructible. I'm not sure if that's the umbrella or the blade itself that does that, but either way, I would adore to have something from a master craftsperson such as yourself."
"We've got all of that here. Including the bones." He offers a cigarette. "But some people might not appreciate a gumshoe wandering around. Not that you're unused to that, I'm sure."
“Oh sure, if you can supply me with some stuff of similar value. What alloy is it made of? Regular steel?” She examines it closely.
“A detective?” They giggle slightly. “No no no, you mistake me. I’m a lawyer.”
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“I might have heard about something like that, though it sounds more like something Asada would have researched more thoroughly. That sounds like an incredible food substitutes though…”
"It is! Complete nutrition in a small, nearly inedible package! It takes some magical skill to really do anything with it, though. On its own, it's like eating cotton. Anyway, I think it could be cool for a future area of development."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Happy thanksgiving friends :D*
*My family is unfortunately postponing Thanksgiving due to stress and overwork.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh definitely. I’ll have to look into it.” She says as he pulls out a turkey, potatoes, green beans, and a few other items and places them in the table. “Though considering the sort of material it is, it makes me feel like a few higher beings would be rather frustrated that a “mortal” like me would use it to synthesize some meat and veggies.” He says with a chuckle, his eyes darting to the left for a moment.
*Sorry to hear your family is dealing with such stress, hope you guys can celebrate it soon when it’s better for you all*
"Would you like some help, big men? I've been workin' on cooking regular food, but because I can't do anything normal, I always do it in too-large portions."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Sure, and don’t worry about making too much. Leftovers are always welcome. Today is a pretty big holiday in my family, but being stuck here means I can’t celebrate with them…but hey, doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate it at all right?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"With my family, I would happily celebrate alone and send them pictures of how much fun I'm having without them. They'd hate that. But my family isn't yours. I'd be happy to help however I can, and maybe we can take pictures anyway and when you get home, you can show them that you still celebrated your tradition, not out of spite, but to show that you still cared enough to celebrate them even when you were far away. I don't know. What's the holiday about, anyway?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Well, it has a bit of a complicated history…but it’s become a reason for friends and family to come together to feast and be thankful for what we have.”
Charlie manifests just out of sight and bounds toward her. "Ah, Mx! Is that Abyssal I see? Ooh, I've never seen this dialect!"
Cursebutcher leans against the outside of the inn, smoking. He blows out smog and looks at Vitroze, his eyes covered by his Sinclair Meats baseball cap. "Hey there. You look like a person with a purpose."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah. That sounds a bit sad to be alone on. Well, while you cook, I could decorate for it, if that's a tradition. My culture decorates for just about every occasion."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Yeah, it’s the language I was raised to speak by minotaurs.”
They straighten up, dusting off their jacket and snapping their ribs back together like a cabinet. “And through what processes of perception did you deduce thusly?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Really? I never knew minotaurs had their own language! Curious! Oh, I think we've met before, but it's been a while. Charlie Pickler." He holds out a white-gloved hand to shake.
He chuckles without any real humor. "Your footsteps are like a friend of mine's when he's hunting someone. You smell of blood, ashes, and angels. But I wasn't sure until you spoke. Now I know you're looking for something. Someone?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She offers a gauntlet to shake. “Loriche va Bental. Nice to re-meet you.”
“That’s concerning. But no. I’m… I’m fine. Just a little roughed up, looking for a place to stay, if that means anything to your magic nose.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He shakes vigorously. "Lovely to re-meet you, Mx. Bental! Your armor is quite the work of art!"
"It's not magic, but I can see why you'd think that." He flicks the brim of his cap, pushing it up to reveal his bright red, exhausted eyes. "You've come to the right place. Everyone seems to someday. Angels, demons, ghosts, normal folks. It's safe inside. Outside is a different story, however."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Thank you! I’ve spent my whole life improving and refining it. It’s basically just an extension of myself.”
“I don’t want to deal with angels anymore. I just want easy cases, cheap alcohol, and maybe even… ah, never mind. I’ll settle for working bones.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"And that work has certainly paid off! Say, do you take commissions? Nothing too complex, just a new umbrella blade. My old one is functional, but not as flashy as I would like." He twirls his umbrella and extends a simple stiletto blade from the tip. "It pierces supernatural resistances and immunities, and makes indestructible things, well, destructible. I'm not sure if that's the umbrella or the blade itself that does that, but either way, I would adore to have something from a master craftsperson such as yourself."
"We've got all of that here. Including the bones." He offers a cigarette. "But some people might not appreciate a gumshoe wandering around. Not that you're unused to that, I'm sure."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Oh sure, if you can supply me with some stuff of similar value. What alloy is it made of? Regular steel?” She examines it closely.
“A detective?” They giggle slightly. “No no no, you mistake me. I’m a lawyer.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.