*each unsung song feeds me, each lost tune grows my power… until, one day, I can steal the Music of the Spheres. And the. The world will stop turning. It’ll keen… in a minor key… Aeolian tones across the whole of creation…*
*Everything resonates, Doctor dear! Every atom hums! And anything that sings a tune… IS MINE!*
*sing along, Doctor!*
*Good afternoon Miss! You are my second victim. First one was trouble, not to worry cuz I fixed him!
Shhh, not a word, cuz you won't be heard, not when you life is my hands.*
Seasha is a drinker, but certainly slowing down after 3 barrells
Lotty comes out with the set gift wrapped, looking for Marionette
"This just comes naturally for you. you're amazing.."
*Accidental cut I assume.*
Heriot cheers after they finish the third barrel, laughing and holding onto them “Amazing! You are amazing.” She kisses their cheek.
She waves them over to the bench she’s sitting at nearby, seeing the gift wrapped as she closes her book.
“Naturally?” He laughs, smiling as bright as the sun “I got trained by four separate masters since I’ve started cooking, and I’m on none of their levels yet.” He picks them back up, putting them down in a chair, placing their soup in front of them “Dinner is served.”
*indeed, it did not quote*
She says a bit, smiling stupidly. "Heriot? You're here? Oh my God, I love you!"
She walks over to them, still avoiding eye contact. "I paid a bit extra to get it wrapped. I don't know where they live, uh.."
"Well, sorry for underestimating you. Your food is amazing, and its a privilege to see you work." she smiles, taking a sip of the soup
*It is what it is.*
She gives them a smile back, wrapping an arm around their shoulders and raising their mug, “To love! The next round’s on me!” She kisses Seasha.
“I do, and you can keep that extra I paid.” She stands up from the bench, beginning to head towards Aspen, expecting them to follow.”
He sits down on the ground next to them, kissing them “Don’t apologize, I practice to get better, that’s all that matters.” It’s a masterpiece, exploding on her tastebuds.
*each unsung song feeds me, each lost tune grows my power… until, one day, I can steal the Music of the Spheres. And the. The world will stop turning. It’ll keen… in a minor key… Aeolian tones across the whole of creation…*
*Everything resonates, Doctor dear! Every atom hums! And anything that sings a tune… IS MINE!*
*sing along, Doctor!*
*Good afternoon Miss! You are my second victim. First one was trouble, not to worry cuz I fixed him!
Shhh, not a word, cuz you won't be heard, not when you life is my hands.*
Uriel is performing his daily sermon at the church
Sozolek is eating at the tavern, periodically offering a piece of his meal to the pseudodragon on his shoulder
Clover is performing at the carnival, his audience enraptured as usual as he throws knives at a tied up particpant, hitting apples on each of their limbs
*So I've decided that my priest character has never been officially ordained, and what he does has not been approved by the Vatican.*
*He's the classic archetype of the monster muncher, something I've done many times, but this guy does it only for himself. People would question whether he is a real preacher if they found him chomping down monstrous corpses, so he keeps it a secret to all except his protege, a poisoner he was tasked with guiding to the light.*
*As he was raised as a spoiled rich kid in an utterly vile "noble" (heavy quotation marks there) family, he has never actually seen the light. He's looking, though, and he can fake it pretty well. A kind, gentle, friendly priest spreading the gospel of Gorgiro while protecting his found family... and secretly a gluttonous prince with the constitution of a whale and the eating habits of a ghoul.*
Uriel is performing his daily sermon at the church
Sozolek is eating at the tavern, periodically offering a piece of his meal to the pseudodragon on his shoulder
Clover is performing at the carnival, his audience enraptured as usual as he throws knives at a tied up particpant, hitting apples on each of their limbs
Uriel has been marked for death by somebody attending
"Bacon's better for dragons." Jack says insistently, offering both Sozolek and the dragon some
Wyvern is in attendance, not fooled
-0.0-
Uriel doesn't seem to notice, finishing up his sermon after a few minutes, staying in the church for anyone who wants to talk after
The dragon happily snaps up the meat, "Oh, i see. thank you, she never got to eat pork much back home."
The jester's mask holds a perpetual grin on it, the daggers sinking into the apples on target, the rest of the audience cheering
*how art thou, dear?*
*So, anyone wanna rp? :>*
*Hiii, who would you like?*
*It is what it is.*
She gives them a smile back, wrapping an arm around their shoulders and raising their mug, “To love! The next round’s on me!” She kisses Seasha.
“I do, and you can keep that extra I paid.” She stands up from the bench, beginning to head towards Aspen, expecting them to follow.”
He sits down on the ground next to them, kissing them “Don’t apologize, I practice to get better, that’s all that matters.” It’s a masterpiece, exploding on her tastebuds.
*Depressed AF.*
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
*Cut for Salem.*
Heriot couldn’t care less, eventually pulling back as she downs another drink.
She doesn’t notice, too embarrassed to look back as she slowly heads towards Jax’s and Marie’s house.
“I put all of my love into the meal, so I was hoping you’d enjoy it.” He smiles back at them.
*Anyone else wanna rp? Just trying to make sure just in case.*
Uriel is performing his daily sermon at the church
Sozolek is eating at the tavern, periodically offering a piece of his meal to the pseudodragon on his shoulder
Clover is performing at the carnival, his audience enraptured as usual as he throws knives at a tied up particpant, hitting apples on each of their limbs
*So I've decided that my priest character has never been officially ordained, and what he does has not been approved by the Vatican.*
*He's the classic archetype of the monster muncher, something I've done many times, but this guy does it only for himself. People would question whether he is a real preacher if they found him chomping down monstrous corpses, so he keeps it a secret to all except his protege, a poisoner he was tasked with guiding to the light.*
*As he was raised as a spoiled rich kid in an utterly vile "noble" (heavy quotation marks there) family, he has never actually seen the light. He's looking, though, and he can fake it pretty well. A kind, gentle, friendly priest spreading the gospel of Gorgiro while protecting his found family... and secretly a gluttonous prince with the constitution of a whale and the eating habits of a ghoul.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She continues to celebrate with them, growing more drunk with each moment, until she’s snoring in Seasha’s arms.
She shakes her head, “N-no… I came without anyone else really… I’m technically an adventurer.”
Each bite is better than the last, Rag moving to sit in the living room as they eat, laying down in the center.
-0.0-
Uriel doesn't seem to notice, finishing up his sermon after a few minutes, staying in the church for anyone who wants to talk after
The dragon happily snaps up the meat, "Oh, i see. thank you, she never got to eat pork much back home."
The jester's mask holds a perpetual grin on it, the daggers sinking into the apples on target, the rest of the audience cheering
She shoots awake after a while, holding her head as it smashes through part of a table, “Oh… gods…”
“I… I’m sorry that happened to you… you seem really nice…”
He smiles as he looks at them, “Enjoy it?” He asks, giving them a kiss on the forehead.