Lord's Rest Inn

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KK also stands up, brushing some blades of grass off of their coat. "Alrighty. See ya." She says back, before walking off to somewhere else.

The two continue to converse with one another about nothing in particular, getting absorbed in their conversation to the point that Omori almost forgets about their broth.

 Merabelle occasionally reminds them that they need to eat for their energy and for their strength. Other than that she simply listens in, wondering how her own familiar was doing, beginning to paint the two.

She does eat the rest of the meal over the course of her and Ambers' chatting, not immediately aware of Merabelle's painting. 

*Sorry if this is being vague. I'm not super used to having conversations between my own characters.*

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KK also stands up, brushing some blades of grass off of their coat. "Alrighty. See ya." She says back, before walking off to somewhere else.

The two continue to converse with one another about nothing in particular, getting absorbed in their conversation to the point that Omori almost forgets about their broth.

 Merabelle occasionally reminds them that they need to eat for their energy and for their strength. Other than that she simply listens in, wondering how her own familiar was doing, beginning to paint the two.

She does eat the rest of the meal over the course of her and Ambers' chatting, not immediately aware of Merabelle's painting. 

*Sorry if this is being vague. I'm not super used to having conversations between my own characters.*

 *No no no, I’ve gone through the same, it’s not often but I’ll have characters talking to each other like I did with Damian in court. It’s hard.*

 Once she is finished with the painting, they turn the canvas around, a beautiful water color painting of them both having this very conversation “What do ya think?”

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 He chuckles as well. "Oh, how interesting. That sounds like quite the endeavor to take on alone. Is there any way I could help?"

Its attention now seems especially fixed on him, continuing to pace as it speaks. "Well, I already have a way of traveling to the Sun- and somewhat quickly, at that- but I don't have anything prepared for actually collecting an actual piece of the star rather than just its light. I can consume light, as you've likely inferred, but I'd need to get close- and given the Sun's gravity, that's not an option. If you could help me create a device to siphon the sun's raw essence... well, bottled sunlight would be a rather rare and valuable thing to sell."

 "Very interesting. Could be used in fryers." He pulls out his book and pen and begins to think. "Hmmm... Moving light... faster than light... Now, mundane physics would cry 'impossible,' but necromancy, the manipulation of radiant energy, sunlight in this case, could be something pretty easy. There is of course Gourmomancy, my speciality, but we'd need to place the power into an organic structure beforehand. But that's still the problem, isn't it? That's our end goal. We can't just lower a cradle into the sun or whatever, the heat would... no, we could do something like that. Fireproof flesh or vegetation that can absorb that level of energy."

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 "He... is putting on a show at the moment. He hides behind masks and costumes when he's scared. It's a layer of separation. An imaginary protection from consequences, I guess. I don't quite understand him, but I've learned to accept his... eccentricities." He does a slow turn-around, arms raised. He's not armed, but he gives off the feeling that he is in total control. "My eccentricities, I think, are easier to grasp. I don't kill, for one. I prefer to scare people when shows of power are necessary. I like snakes, food, and fine ale, and have means to produce all three. The snakes are a bit harder, but I think you get my meaning. We both like people though. Community. Seeing those kids like that..." He lowers his arms. "It really is a shame."

 “It was truly terrible to see people my age, younger, doing things like that, and I do regret permanently damaging that kid. Though it is for the best I’d say. You say you are like me, but something makes me doubt that. Either way, it doesn’t matter now.” He sheaths his jagged craggy short sword back up, before picking up the remains of the stone arm.

 "Ah, a misunderstanding. I never meant that you and I were similar. I don't believe we have a single thing in common. That's not a reason to worry, though. How do you feel about a nice cheeseburger? Two? And a shake, perhaps?"

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KK also stands up, brushing some blades of grass off of their coat. "Alrighty. See ya." She says back, before walking off to somewhere else.

The two continue to converse with one another about nothing in particular, getting absorbed in their conversation to the point that Omori almost forgets about their broth.

 Merabelle occasionally reminds them that they need to eat for their energy and for their strength. Other than that she simply listens in, wondering how her own familiar was doing, beginning to paint the two.

She does eat the rest of the meal over the course of her and Ambers' chatting, not immediately aware of Merabelle's painting. 

*Sorry if this is being vague. I'm not super used to having conversations between my own characters.*

 *No no no, I’ve gone through the same, it’s not often but I’ll have characters talking to each other like I did with Damian in court. It’s hard.*

 Once she is finished with the painting, they turn the canvas around, a beautiful water color painting of them both having this very conversation “What do ya think?”

Both of them look at the painting with visible awe. "Wow, that's incredible!" Omori exclaims, her eyes wide in amazement. "Exquisite!" Responds Amber.

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 "He... is putting on a show at the moment. He hides behind masks and costumes when he's scared. It's a layer of separation. An imaginary protection from consequences, I guess. I don't quite understand him, but I've learned to accept his... eccentricities." He does a slow turn-around, arms raised. He's not armed, but he gives off the feeling that he is in total control. "My eccentricities, I think, are easier to grasp. I don't kill, for one. I prefer to scare people when shows of power are necessary. I like snakes, food, and fine ale, and have means to produce all three. The snakes are a bit harder, but I think you get my meaning. We both like people though. Community. Seeing those kids like that..." He lowers his arms. "It really is a shame."

 “It was truly terrible to see people my age, younger, doing things like that, and I do regret permanently damaging that kid. Though it is for the best I’d say. You say you are like me, but something makes me doubt that. Either way, it doesn’t matter now.” He sheaths his jagged craggy short sword back up, before picking up the remains of the stone arm.

 "Ah, a misunderstanding. I never meant that you and I were similar. I don't believe we have a single thing in common. That's not a reason to worry, though. How do you feel about a nice cheeseburger? Two? And a shake, perhaps?"

 “If you have anything for my companion, perhaps, otherwise I prefer to get food myself. I am a hunter you see, and in that aspect I take pride. The strength it takes to kill, to craft your own tools, and to grow farther and farther with each day.”