Felix seems fine despite his thick, fluffy fur coat and blubbery body. "Heh. Volstadt doesn't really give blessings anymore. Especially not to strugels." He climbs onto the captain's lap, radiating a refreshing chill.
He nods. "Of course. Now, this isn't really business. This is charity work funded by my business. I have little donation boxes at checkout, alongside like 6% of the profits going to helping people." He waves a hand, and some planks lift off the ground, as well as a hammer and nails. Unseen Servant. "It'll be a while before we're done here, but we already put up a temporary Whaleheart Eats in the meantime to provide free food to the workers."
He lets himself cool back to a normal temperature “I doubt I could convince you to convert religions in that case.” He gives a weak laugh, looking down at them with a smile, “You are kind, I likely would’ve overheated quite a bit by now. Maybe even lost my arms to Tebrosis, thank you.”
He nods, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a platinum, handing it to them “I wouldn’t know where to put that, so please spend that on the charity, I want this place to grow and help as many people as possible.”
"I'm doing what I can for someone who needs it. Just like what you do, right?" He cuddles a bit closer.
He takes it, examining it. "I'll make sure it gets where it needs to go." He tosses it into the air, catches it, and drops it in his pocket. "All these little people... they scurry around like ants when they deserve to live like the greatest kings. It boggles my mind that they remain content with their lot. My latest theory is that they don't know any better, so I've started another charity project for education. Paying tuition for kids whose families can't afford it."
“That’s true… I suppose. I help those who need the help, you had no obligation to help me, and yet you did. Thank you, Mr.Ambersmoke.”
“Such is the world, the greatest aren’t allowed to live those lives because of the smallest limitations or the greatest mountains. Fated to die before they can change the world for the better, that’s why those who live have to work for those who cannot be what they are truly capable of.”
“I would love to, they will be so very happy to see you.” She stands up, pulling them up with her.
“Sounds a lot like my job.” He laughs with them, sighing, leaning against them.
He goes and gets a deck of cards, placing it down at the table.
*i'll dig it up*
"I'll finally be able to talk to them, too!" he holds onto her carefully
"Huh, odd. You wouldn't happen to know Loo, would you?"
"What's the game?" he asks, popping his finger joints.
She leads them back to the flooded garden, the crocodilians waiting for them.
“Stonebreak? Bud of mine, helped me through my hardest times, why, do you?”
“What games do you know how to play? Maybe we have one we both know.”
He hops down gently and sits in the water. "Hello, little ones. I have a surprise. I learned to speak with animals!"
"He's my boss, actually."
"I've traveled all over this world, I've played every game involving cards there is."
The newly hatched, as well as their mother come over to them, the children chittering little words, the mother surprised “You can? How lovely.”
“Huh, ain’t that strange, he’s my boss too.”
“Well, maybe I can show you a game my parents taught me, something new.” He begins to play a game Aokiji wouldn’t never seen.
"I would say it is too." he smiles, reaching out a hand to give them all a pet. "How are things going?"
"Huh, odd. Wonder why we ain't ever met."
He picks it up well, drinking in the rules.
They all nuzzle into the hand, “These ones are a handful, all so passionate, a feeding frenzy.” She laughs, sounding like a seasoned mother.
“Well, we’ve met now, I’ll recognize your face next time I see ya, that’s all that matters, ain’t it?”
He still takes his time playing, a game of thinking, of strategy, reading faces and such things.
"I'm not surprised, there are quite a lot of them. You name em yet?"
he laughs. "What a bit. It was interesting"
Aokiji always has a neutral expression, making the reading faces part difficult. His brain works quickly.
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“I would love to, they will be so very happy to see you.” She stands up, pulling them up with her.
“Sounds a lot like my job.” He laughs with them, sighing, leaning against them.
He goes and gets a deck of cards, placing it down at the table.
*i'll dig it up*
"I'll finally be able to talk to them, too!" he holds onto her carefully
"Huh, odd. You wouldn't happen to know Loo, would you?"
"What's the game?" he asks, popping his finger joints.
She leads them back to the flooded garden, the crocodilians waiting for them.
“Stonebreak? Bud of mine, helped me through my hardest times, why, do you?”
“What games do you know how to play? Maybe we have one we both know.”
He hops down gently and sits in the water. "Hello, little ones. I have a surprise. I learned to speak with animals!"
"He's my boss, actually."
"I've traveled all over this world, I've played every game involving cards there is."
The newly hatched, as well as their mother come over to them, the children chittering little words, the mother surprised “You can? How lovely.”
“Huh, ain’t that strange, he’s my boss too.”
“Well, maybe I can show you a game my parents taught me, something new.” He begins to play a game Aokiji wouldn’t never seen.
"I would say it is too." he smiles, reaching out a hand to give them all a pet. "How are things going?"
"Huh, odd. Wonder why we ain't ever met."
He picks it up well, drinking in the rules.
They all nuzzle into the hand, “These ones are a handful, all so passionate, a feeding frenzy.” She laughs, sounding like a seasoned mother.
“Well, we’ve met now, I’ll recognize your face next time I see ya, that’s all that matters, ain’t it?”
He still takes his time playing, a game of thinking, of strategy, reading faces and such things.
"I'm not surprised, there are quite a lot of them. You name em yet?"
he laughs. "What a bit. It was interesting"
Aokiji always has a neutral expression, making the reading faces part difficult. His brain works quickly.
“Name them?” She tilts her multi eyed head, confused by the concept.
He laughs with them, sighing “It was fun, reminds me of the day we met.”
Vex wears his heart on his sleeve as far as Aokiji can tell, each card causing a new reaction from him.
"Yeah. I. Actually, I wasn't given a proper name until I met Duchess, but usually you give your kids a name."
"Me too." he thinks for a moment before kissing their cheek
He grumbles occasionally as he plays his cards, nothing obvious.
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*Wait, I feel like this is a repeat of the last fast food guy, but though I do love a killer.*
*That guy was a coward and just middle management. This guy is a CEO and is brave. He also comes from a worse background and is genuinely nice to people he sees as equal or lower, but he fights tooth and nail to keep his business afloat in such a competitive industry. Sometimes literally tooth and nail, and against the exact same people who were under the impression that you can't commit violent crimes directly with all that money.*
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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.
Samuel is outside, trying to pierce the septum of his nose with only a needle and a ton of whiskey.
Carrion is munching on a whole deer, the poor thing somehow alive despite multiple bites being taken out of it.
A huge man, bald and tubby, walks over, singing a slow jazz song. "Late at night, they want To be rebuilt... Organs out, sides Placed on the grill... It may be deadly but It's quite a thrill... Mutila-a-tion!" He chuckles. "Hey, buckaroo, want some help with that? A steady hand is better for safe piercing!"
Atticus waddles over, plumped up since he doesn't have spells to burn calories anymore. He slits the animal's spine and sits down on it, putting the knife in his coat. "What's up babe?"
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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.
“You did not have a name, but you hold them with some regard, interesting. I’ll think up some name, for these little ones then.”
He blushes a color contrasting his skin, leaning into them happily.
After a while, he loses the game, happily as it seems, smiling at them brightly.
"Mother despised me, that's why." he shrugs
"Chameleon [GP]" he teases
"That was certainly interesting, new, and definitley fun. Good game." he bows.
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"I'm doing what I can for someone who needs it. Just like what you do, right?" He cuddles a bit closer.
He takes it, examining it. "I'll make sure it gets where it needs to go." He tosses it into the air, catches it, and drops it in his pocket. "All these little people... they scurry around like ants when they deserve to live like the greatest kings. It boggles my mind that they remain content with their lot. My latest theory is that they don't know any better, so I've started another charity project for education. Paying tuition for kids whose families can't afford it."
“That’s true… I suppose. I help those who need the help, you had no obligation to help me, and yet you did. Thank you, Mr.Ambersmoke.”
“Such is the world, the greatest aren’t allowed to live those lives because of the smallest limitations or the greatest mountains. Fated to die before they can change the world for the better, that’s why those who live have to work for those who cannot be what they are truly capable of.”
*I gtg pretty soon*
"Don't worry about it. I wanna support you any way I can. You're like, our frontliners." His body begins to reach a healthy temperature for a humanoid.
"Exactly, Mr. Rag! That's actually why I started machining, you know? To lower the skill floor of complex jobs, like line cookery or writing or factory work. I want anyone to be able to get one of these jobs. Stepping stones for bigger money, see? But some people think machines are to replace humanoid jobs, not assist them. My greatest inspiration, Oswald Grouper, had a similar viewpoint, but at least he limited it to dangerous jobs. My competitors just want to make as much money as possible." He clenches his fists.
"I'm doing what I can for someone who needs it. Just like what you do, right?" He cuddles a bit closer.
He takes it, examining it. "I'll make sure it gets where it needs to go." He tosses it into the air, catches it, and drops it in his pocket. "All these little people... they scurry around like ants when they deserve to live like the greatest kings. It boggles my mind that they remain content with their lot. My latest theory is that they don't know any better, so I've started another charity project for education. Paying tuition for kids whose families can't afford it."
“That’s true… I suppose. I help those who need the help, you had no obligation to help me, and yet you did. Thank you, Mr.Ambersmoke.”
“Such is the world, the greatest aren’t allowed to live those lives because of the smallest limitations or the greatest mountains. Fated to die before they can change the world for the better, that’s why those who live have to work for those who cannot be what they are truly capable of.”
*I gtg pretty soon*
"Don't worry about it. I wanna support you any way I can. You're like, our frontliners." His body begins to reach a healthy temperature for a humanoid.
"Exactly, Mr. Rag! That's actually why I started machining, you know? To lower the skill floor of complex jobs, like line cookery or writing or factory work. I want anyone to be able to get one of these jobs. Stepping stones for bigger money, see? But some people think machines are to replace humanoid jobs, not assist them. My greatest inspiration, Oswald Grouper, has a similar viewpoint, but at least he limited it to dangerous jobs. My competitors just want to make as much money as possible." He clenches his fists.
He’s certainly thankful, and clearly shows that thanks on his face, smiling as much as his scarred face can “The only line of defense against infernals, I’m sorry I am among the few.”
“Hmm, that’s why you need to outdo everyone, be the best of the best with no competition left to face. That’s how I got to where I am now, no better way to left others up than from above. Once you reach the top, do your best to make that the average.”
“You did not have a name, but you hold them with some regard, interesting. I’ll think up some name, for these little ones then.”
He blushes a color contrasting his skin, leaning into them happily.
After a while, he loses the game, happily as it seems, smiling at them brightly.
"Mother despised me, that's why." he shrugs
"Chameleon [GP]" he teases
"That was certainly interesting, new, and definitley fun. Good game." he bows.
“How could anyone despise you?” She says as the young ones weakly nibble on him, “You are great.”
“Ah don’t make me kiss ya back, I will!” He playfully threatens.”
He bows back to them, “Thank you, my parents taught it to me, don’t know where they got it from though.”
He accepts the nibbles, petting them absentmindedly "I am full blooded mortal, a trait in my family which is.. unusual."
"Not kisses! I'll simply die."
"I liked it, never played it before."
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"Don't worry about it. I wanna support you any way I can. You're like, our frontliners." His body begins to reach a healthy temperature for a humanoid.
"Exactly, Mr. Rag! That's actually why I started machining, you know? To lower the skill floor of complex jobs, like line cookery or writing or factory work. I want anyone to be able to get one of these jobs. Stepping stones for bigger money, see? But some people think machines are to replace humanoid jobs, not assist them. My greatest inspiration, Oswald Grouper, has a similar viewpoint, but at least he limited it to dangerous jobs. My competitors just want to make as much money as possible." He clenches his fists.
He’s certainly thankful, and clearly shows that thanks on his face, smiling as much as his scarred face can “The only line of defense against infernals, I’m sorry I am among the few.”
“Hmm, that’s why you need to outdo everyone, be the best of the best with no competition left to face. That’s how I got to where I am now, no better way to left others up than from above. Once you reach the top, do your best to make that the average.”
"It's okay. You can't change the world as a single man. The important thing is that you try." He pats the captain's cheek. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny, tiny blue stone, from which a lethal chill radiates. "Carry this when you start overheating. I got it from a friend to protect people with, and I want you to have a tiny piece of it."
He laces his fingers together. "Excellently put, Mr. Rag. You have a good mind, and a good heart. Most people with corporations are, as we call in psychology, Bandits. They take from others to supplement themselves. It takes either brutality or intellect to make it this far, and I'm willing to use whichever one helps the most people."
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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.
“That’s true… I suppose. I help those who need the help, you had no obligation to help me, and yet you did. Thank you, Mr.Ambersmoke.”
“Such is the world, the greatest aren’t allowed to live those lives because of the smallest limitations or the greatest mountains. Fated to die before they can change the world for the better, that’s why those who live have to work for those who cannot be what they are truly capable of.”
They all nuzzle into the hand, “These ones are a handful, all so passionate, a feeding frenzy.” She laughs, sounding like a seasoned mother.
“Well, we’ve met now, I’ll recognize your face next time I see ya, that’s all that matters, ain’t it?”
He still takes his time playing, a game of thinking, of strategy, reading faces and such things.
"I'm not surprised, there are quite a lot of them. You name em yet?"
he laughs. "What a bit. It was interesting"
Aokiji always has a neutral expression, making the reading faces part difficult. His brain works quickly.
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“Name them?” She tilts her multi eyed head, confused by the concept.
He laughs with them, sighing “It was fun, reminds me of the day we met.”
Vex wears his heart on his sleeve as far as Aokiji can tell, each card causing a new reaction from him.
*Burger man is too nice*
*He needs to kill some Wall Street kids*
*He'll be like the Joker*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wait, I feel like this is a repeat of the last fast food guy, but though I do love a killer.*
"Yeah. I. Actually, I wasn't given a proper name until I met Duchess, but usually you give your kids a name."
"Me too." he thinks for a moment before kissing their cheek
He grumbles occasionally as he plays his cards, nothing obvious.
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S♡J
2-13-25
*That guy was a coward and just middle management. This guy is a CEO and is brave. He also comes from a worse background and is genuinely nice to people he sees as equal or lower, but he fights tooth and nail to keep his business afloat in such a competitive industry. Sometimes literally tooth and nail, and against the exact same people who were under the impression that you can't commit violent crimes directly with all that money.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Samuel is outside, trying to pierce the septum of his nose with only a needle and a ton of whiskey.
Carrion is munching on a whole deer, the poor thing somehow alive despite multiple bites being taken out of it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A huge man, bald and tubby, walks over, singing a slow jazz song.
"Late at night, they want
To be rebuilt...
Organs out, sides
Placed on the grill...
It may be deadly but
It's quite a thrill...
Mutila-a-tion!"
He chuckles. "Hey, buckaroo, want some help with that? A steady hand is better for safe piercing!"
Atticus waddles over, plumped up since he doesn't have spells to burn calories anymore. He slits the animal's spine and sits down on it, putting the knife in his coat. "What's up babe?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“You did not have a name, but you hold them with some regard, interesting. I’ll think up some name, for these little ones then.”
He blushes a color contrasting his skin, leaning into them happily.
After a while, he loses the game, happily as it seems, smiling at them brightly.
*If you wanna continue.*
"Mother despised me, that's why." he shrugs
"Chameleon [GP]" he teases
"That was certainly interesting, new, and definitley fun. Good game." he bows.
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
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S♡J
2-13-25
“How could anyone despise you?” She says as the young ones weakly nibble on him, “You are great.”
“Ah don’t make me kiss ya back, I will!” He playfully threatens.”
He bows back to them, “Thank you, my parents taught it to me, don’t know where they got it from though.”
*I gtg pretty soon*
"Don't worry about it. I wanna support you any way I can. You're like, our frontliners." His body begins to reach a healthy temperature for a humanoid.
"Exactly, Mr. Rag! That's actually why I started machining, you know? To lower the skill floor of complex jobs, like line cookery or writing or factory work. I want anyone to be able to get one of these jobs. Stepping stones for bigger money, see? But some people think machines are to replace humanoid jobs, not assist them. My greatest inspiration, Oswald Grouper, had a similar viewpoint, but at least he limited it to dangerous jobs. My competitors just want to make as much money as possible." He clenches his fists.
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 certainly thankful, and clearly shows that thanks on his face, smiling as much as his scarred face can “The only line of defense against infernals, I’m sorry I am among the few.”
“Hmm, that’s why you need to outdo everyone, be the best of the best with no competition left to face. That’s how I got to where I am now, no better way to left others up than from above. Once you reach the top, do your best to make that the average.”
He accepts the nibbles, petting them absentmindedly "I am full blooded mortal, a trait in my family which is.. unusual."
"Not kisses! I'll simply die."
"I liked it, never played it before."
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2-13-25
They nod, seemingly realizing something “Full blooded mortal? Wouldn’t that mean… the blood mother will far outlive you?”
He kisses their cheek, wiping away the lipstick after.
“Would you like to play another game of it then?” He asks with a smile.
"It's okay. You can't change the world as a single man. The important thing is that you try." He pats the captain's cheek. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny, tiny blue stone, from which a lethal chill radiates. "Carry this when you start overheating. I got it from a friend to protect people with, and I want you to have a tiny piece of it."
He laces his fingers together. "Excellently put, Mr. Rag. You have a good mind, and a good heart. Most people with corporations are, as we call in psychology, Bandits. They take from others to supplement themselves. It takes either brutality or intellect to make it this far, and I'm willing to use whichever one helps the most people."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.