"Well, a lot of the places I know might not be the most inviting to more... undead customers, so..." Erica sits down, deep in thought.
"Do you have anything in particular that you would like to eat?" He seems a lot more relaxed now you said yes to eating with him.
"It's been ages since I had some good bouillabaisse... Maybe we can find somewhere that has that?"
"That sounds great. When my parents sent me off to survive on my own, I was teleported here. I haven't been anywhere else, so you probably know your way around better than me..."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Well, a lot of the places I know might not be the most inviting to more... undead customers, so..." Erica sits down, deep in thought.
"Do you have anything in particular that you would like to eat?" He seems a lot more relaxed now you said yes to eating with him.
"It's been ages since I had some good bouillabaisse... Maybe we can find somewhere that has that?"
A menu levitates onto the table. Or more accurately, a thick book with the word "menu" on it levitates onto the table.
"Ah, that works!" Erica flips through the book looking for something that catches her eye.
"Splendid. Thank you... Tavern."
"I think I know what I'm having. What looks good to you?" She hands the book to Limbo.
"Let me see..."
*Baalz, is there any beef wellington? A very English meal, I know, but it is what it is. Also, I love how we're all at war on one thread, and all chilling on the other.*
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Well, a lot of the places I know might not be the most inviting to more... undead customers, so..." Erica sits down, deep in thought.
"Do you have anything in particular that you would like to eat?" He seems a lot more relaxed now you said yes to eating with him.
"It's been ages since I had some good bouillabaisse... Maybe we can find somewhere that has that?"
A menu levitates onto the table. Or more accurately, a thick book with the word "menu" on it levitates onto the table.
"Ah, that works!" Erica flips through the book looking for something that catches her eye.
"Splendid. Thank you... Tavern."
"I think I know what I'm having. What looks good to you?" She hands the book to Limbo.
"Let me see..."
*Baalz, is there any beef wellington? A very English meal, I know, but it is what it is. Also, I love how we're all at war on one thread, and all chilling on the other.*
There is virtually anything you can think of on there.
*War is a statistic inevitability when I'm in the picture, it seems. I've learned to deal with it.*
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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.
"Well, a lot of the places I know might not be the most inviting to more... undead customers, so..." Erica sits down, deep in thought.
"Do you have anything in particular that you would like to eat?" He seems a lot more relaxed now you said yes to eating with him.
"It's been ages since I had some good bouillabaisse... Maybe we can find somewhere that has that?"
A menu levitates onto the table. Or more accurately, a thick book with the word "menu" on it levitates onto the table.
"Ah, that works!" Erica flips through the book looking for something that catches her eye.
"Splendid. Thank you... Tavern."
"I think I know what I'm having. What looks good to you?" She hands the book to Limbo.
"Let me see..."
*Baalz, is there any beef wellington? A very English meal, I know, but it is what it is. Also, I love how we're all at war on one thread, and all chilling on the other.*
There is virtually anything you can think of on there.
*War is a statistic inevitability when I'm in the picture, it seems. I've learned to deal with it.*
"I'm going to order a small portion of the beef wellington, I think."
*Nah, your good normally. Half my points for my side of the war don't really work for me, it's just me rping Kind Dragon Slayer. One of the main things is that I'm not religious irl.*
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Well, a lot of the places I know might not be the most inviting to more... undead customers, so..." Erica sits down, deep in thought.
"Do you have anything in particular that you would like to eat?" He seems a lot more relaxed now you said yes to eating with him.
"It's been ages since I had some good bouillabaisse... Maybe we can find somewhere that has that?"
A menu levitates onto the table. Or more accurately, a thick book with the word "menu" on it levitates onto the table.
"Ah, that works!" Erica flips through the book looking for something that catches her eye.
"Splendid. Thank you... Tavern."
"I think I know what I'm having. What looks good to you?" She hands the book to Limbo.
"Let me see..."
*Baalz, is there any beef wellington? A very English meal, I know, but it is what it is. Also, I love how we're all at war on one thread, and all chilling on the other.*
There is virtually anything you can think of on there.
*War is a statistic inevitability when I'm in the picture, it seems. I've learned to deal with it.*
"I'm going to order a small portion of the beef wellington, I think."
*Nah, your good normally. Half my points for my side of the war don't really work for me, it's just me rping Kind Dragon Slayer. One of the main things is that I'm not religious irl.*
Your orders, a slice of Beef Wellington and a bowl of Bouillabaisse manifest on the table.
*I assumed so. I guess that a "hero" wouldn't exactly be friends with a shadowy Elder Evil/Dark Power.*
Erica sits down at a table on the patio, and grabs a scallop with her fork. She takes a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."
As she takes a bite, the food makes solid contact with her teeth and tongue. She can taste everything, from the scallop to the spicy sauce to the fish that was beside it.
It is the best thing she's tasted since her death. Actually, anything would be the best thing she's tasted since then, but it's still great.
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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.
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A menu levitates onto the table. Or more accurately, a thick book with the word "menu" on it levitates onto the table.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That sounds great. When my parents sent me off to survive on my own, I was teleported here. I haven't been anywhere else, so you probably know your way around better than me..."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Ah, that works!" Erica flips through the book looking for something that catches her eye.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Bouillabaisse is one of the dishes listed ("we'll even let you catch your own fish!").
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Splendid. Thank you... Tavern."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"I think I know what I'm having. What looks good to you?" She hands the book to Limbo.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Let me see..."
*Baalz, is there any beef wellington? A very English meal, I know, but it is what it is. Also, I love how we're all at war on one thread, and all chilling on the other.*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
There is virtually anything you can think of on there.
*War is a statistic inevitability when I'm in the picture, it seems. I've learned to deal with it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm going to order a small portion of the beef wellington, I think."
*Nah, your good normally. Half my points for my side of the war don't really work for me, it's just me rping Kind Dragon Slayer. One of the main things is that I'm not religious irl.*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Your orders, a slice of Beef Wellington and a bowl of Bouillabaisse manifest on the table.
*I assumed so. I guess that a "hero" wouldn't exactly be friends with a shadowy Elder Evil/Dark Power.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"And I'll have the bouillabaisse." She turns to Limbo, ecstatic. "I think there's a patio out back. Want to take our food there?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I'd love too!"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Erica slowly picks up her bowl, and drifts over towards the patio.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The patio is, oddly, several hundred feet off the ground, despite there being a door to the outside just beside it. It is a beautiful autumn evening.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Limbo picks up his dish too, and follows his date *Or at least he hopes this is classed as a date.*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*How do we get up to it?*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Just through a door. The geometry makes no sense whatsoever.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Erica sits down at a table on the patio, and grabs a scallop with her fork. She takes a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Limbo sits down too. He decides that this is the perfect time to watch Erica's lips without seeming suspicious.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
As she takes a bite, the food makes solid contact with her teeth and tongue. She can taste everything, from the scallop to the spicy sauce to the fish that was beside it.
It is the best thing she's tasted since her death. Actually, anything would be the best thing she's tasted since then, but it's still great.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.