*I just found out that grell aren't actually brains with beaks and tentacles...*
"Ehhh..." He holds his hand flat and tilts it side to side.
He smiles back as he takes them. "Thank you. I will." He pours the milk into a tub and puts some nutmeg in there before placing the brains to brine in the milk. "How have you been, Mr. Alterious-Padfoot?"
“If you didn’t like it you can say so, you are much greater than any mortal life or place.”
He goes back to what he was doing before, thinking “Life has been good, my self hatred has depleted, and my daughter is getting married, my son is growing up healthy, all is good.”
"I don't like it when you say it like that." He grumbles. "It was fine."
Jacob nods, a bit of sadness in his eyes. "Sounds like it."
“I am simply being honest, you’ve probably seen any place that could be known by a mortal mind and not forgetten, I’m just telling the truth.”
“Why do you look so sad?” He says, pouring himself a glass of water.
Atticus is sleeping in a hollow tree, much like a fat owl.
Carrion crawls over, carrying what appears to be a bouquet of flowers made from meats and vegetables.
The bouquet slowly levitates out of Carrion's hand. It begins to swirl, cooking in blue flame and forming into a fine dish before returning to Carrion's hand. Atticus hasn't opened his eyes.
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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.
"The country that had tried for the longest time to control the city had two issues: first, dentistry licenses did not transfer between districts. Second, the pay was nowhere near enough for a dentist to maintain a practice. So they worked in Kowloon to skirt around those laws. There were a lot of people close by, so they could charge less and still make enough money to survive. However, they were left without jobs when the city was torn down for being a 'safety hazard and eyesore.' My theory is that the totalitarian country that tried to own the city got angry that they had no right to it."
"I see.. quite strange In my opinion. What took Kowloon's place?"
"A park. It looks kinda nice, I guess."
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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.
Atticus is sleeping in a hollow tree, much like a fat owl.
Carrion crawls over, carrying what appears to be a bouquet of flowers made from meats and vegetables.
The bouquet slowly levitates out of Carrion's hand. It begins to swirl, cooking in blue flame and forming into a fine dish before returning to Carrion's hand. Atticus hasn't opened his eyes.
Carrion sighs "It was meant for you." he huffs.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The bouquet slowly levitates out of Carrion's hand. It begins to swirl, cooking in blue flame and forming into a fine dish before returning to Carrion's hand. Atticus hasn't opened his eyes.
Carrion sighs "It was meant for you." he huffs.
"Well now you can give it to me. I can't eat raw food, remember?"
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yeah. A huge amount of people lost their homes. I hope the same thing doesn't happen to Mistshore... again."
"Sounds dreadful." she pours herself something harder than Ale, offering him some.
He accepts, nodding. "The whole Dock Ward caught fire a while back. They managed to save most of it, but Mistshore was beyond recovery. But people live there anyway, in their upturned boats held to each other by crude wooden walkways."
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Atticus is sleeping in a hollow tree, much like a fat owl.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I am simply being honest, you’ve probably seen any place that could be known by a mortal mind and not forgetten, I’m just telling the truth.”
“Why do you look so sad?” He says, pouring himself a glass of water.
She raises an eyebrow and pours two glasses off the stuff, putting one in front of them, “Let’s see you try it, big boy.”
(Good end I would say, your turn to pick.)
She leans against them, sighing “I love ya… so much.” She wraps her arms around their neck.
Carrion crawls over, carrying what appears to be a bouquet of flowers made from meats and vegetables.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Fair enough." He mumbles, laying back down.
"Nothing to worry about. It's just jealousy. I never had a family."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He’s able to manage that, and Natasha tries and succeeds in doing the same, though her eyes are very tired after.
She smiles and tilts her head “I like the sound o’ that.” She begins passionately kissing them again, all she can think about.
Rag has just finished mediating, being immortal is new to him, so he’s thinking about what he’ll do.”
“I hope things go well for you, I’ll probably have to return home, manage the whole, being next in line for the throne thing.”
“Hmm, I would be the same if I were in a similar situation, for the longest time it was just me and my brother, I understand it a little bit.”
The bouquet slowly levitates out of Carrion's hand. It begins to swirl, cooking in blue flame and forming into a fine dish before returning to Carrion's hand. Atticus hasn't opened his eyes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No." He says simply. "Let them squirm. They'll either build a better system or prove they don't deserve one."
He nods. "I had some otyughs that took me in as a child, but they didn't really understand me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"A park. It looks kinda nice, I guess."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Carrion sighs "It was meant for you." he huffs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yeah. A huge amount of people lost their homes. I hope the same thing doesn't happen to Mistshore... again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well now you can give it to me. I can't eat raw food, remember?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He accepts, nodding. "The whole Dock Ward caught fire a while back. They managed to save most of it, but Mistshore was beyond recovery. But people live there anyway, in their upturned boats held to each other by crude wooden walkways."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.