Flynn decides to wander around the ship. He begins to whistle a tune and notices a man tied up next to what looks like an upgraded Death Knight from earlier. "Who are you and why are you tied up here?"
She thinks for a moment, then a moment more. She seems more confused the more she thinks. "I don't know... I remember mama and papa but I don't know where i came from or where I was.."
The Pelican lets out a sigh like that of the wind surfing along the waves of the sea, "Lost memory is tragic, for memory is the building block of a life. I am deeply sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry over. I can't remember who I am somedays nor can I remember faces and places."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"The Captain always talked about his muses. He thought you were very interesting, and wanted to please you. He talked to me a lot about what you might want. Ever noticed how the menu sometimes changed to have exactly what you wanted whenever you didn't want to ask for something off-menu?" He begins to cut up some sort of mollusk.
She blinks "The Captain?.. Forgive me mister but my mind is always fuzzy and I forget things easily..." She says, almost like she is apologizing for forgetting.
"Ah, it is no trouble to me. The Captain is no longer with us, so I doubt he minds." He walks over and checks the veg. "Very good."
She beams at the praise "Can Bun help? He is real good at helping!" She said and pointed to where her stuffed animal was. Now it seems to be gone.
"How would Bun like to help?" He looks around to see if he can find the plushie. "I don't think rabbits like fire or water very much, and paws aren't good for holding sharp things... perhaps he could sort berries?"
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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 Captain always talked about his muses. He thought you were very interesting, and wanted to please you. He talked to me a lot about what you might want. Ever noticed how the menu sometimes changed to have exactly what you wanted whenever you didn't want to ask for something off-menu?" He begins to cut up some sort of mollusk.
She blinks "The Captain?.. Forgive me mister but my mind is always fuzzy and I forget things easily..." She says, almost like she is apologizing for forgetting.
"Ah, it is no trouble to me. The Captain is no longer with us, so I doubt he minds." He walks over and checks the veg. "Very good."
She beams at the praise "Can Bun help? He is real good at helping!" She said and pointed to where her stuffed animal was. Now it seems to be gone.
"How would Bun like to help?" He looks around to see if he can find the plushie. "I don't think rabbits like fire or water very much, and paws aren't good for holding sharp things... perhaps he could sort berries?"
She chuckles "He likes to hold sharp things all the time! He's good at that." The stuffed animal, in question, is sitting to the very far right of the cart, now holding a coring knife. "He'll help with berries though! He likes them!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He bows yet again, this time much more deeply, "I grant you the authority to serve. May you be exalted along with all who serve others, for is there a greater calling?"
The fiend chuckles. "My calling is not to serve so much as it is to produce art for the pleasure of others. But you are correct. I've once had an army of chefs under my command, and never have I seen more dedicated and virtuous men and women."
"In some ways, artistry could be seen as serving. I have great respect for artists. Exposing your heart to the harsh light of the sun and the volatile minds of the world is a dangerous and daring thing to do. The world is better for it."
"Indeed." He begins to dissect the creatures, tasting pieces frequently.
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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.
Flynn takes a seat on the ground, "Goodman! I for one do not like to sit and think about my failures." He then points at the gunshot in his shoulder. "My name is Flynn 'Crocblade' O'Sullivan, what's yours?"
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
She thinks for a moment, then a moment more. She seems more confused the more she thinks. "I don't know... I remember mama and papa but I don't know where i came from or where I was.."
The Pelican lets out a sigh like that of the wind surfing along the waves of the sea, "Lost memory is tragic, for memory is the building block of a life. I am deeply sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry over. I can't remember who I am somedays nor can I remember faces and places."
He shakes his head slightly, "How can one live without remembering who one is and what one has done? So much life lost!"
She thinks for a moment, then a moment more. She seems more confused the more she thinks. "I don't know... I remember mama and papa but I don't know where i came from or where I was.."
The Pelican lets out a sigh like that of the wind surfing along the waves of the sea, "Lost memory is tragic, for memory is the building block of a life. I am deeply sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry over. I can't remember who I am somedays nor can I remember faces and places."
He shakes his head slightly, "How can one live without remembering who one is and what one has done? So much life lost!"
"I am fine with it. it lets me live in the present without feeling of hurt from the past." She explained.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"How would Bun like to help?" He looks around to see if he can find the plushie. "I don't think rabbits like fire or water very much, and paws aren't good for holding sharp things... perhaps he could sort berries?"
She chuckles "He likes to hold sharp things all the time! He's good at that." The stuffed animal, in question, is sitting to the very far right of the cart, now holding a coring knife. "He'll help with berries though! He likes them!"
"Well, then, if he's good with knives, it would be best to employ that before giving him a less skilled task." He places an onion and a kitchen knife on a cutting board before the stuffed animal. "Bun, would you like to dice some onions for me?"
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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.
Flynn takes a seat on the ground, "Goodman! I for one do not like to sit and think about my failures." He then points at the gunshot in his shoulder. "My name is Flynn 'Crocblade' O'Sullivan, what's yours?"
"How would Bun like to help?" He looks around to see if he can find the plushie. "I don't think rabbits like fire or water very much, and paws aren't good for holding sharp things... perhaps he could sort berries?"
She chuckles "He likes to hold sharp things all the time! He's good at that." The stuffed animal, in question, is sitting to the very far right of the cart, now holding a coring knife. "He'll help with berries though! He likes them!"
"Well, then, if he's good with knives, it would be best to employ that before giving him a less skilled task." He places an onion and a kitchen knife on a cutting board before the stuffed animal. "Bun, would you like to dice some onions for me?"
It doesn't move and Luci tugs at his sleeve. "He doesn't like being watched when he works. He gets real self-conscious." She explained.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"In some ways, artistry could be seen as serving. I have great respect for artists. Exposing your heart to the harsh light of the sun and the volatile minds of the world is a dangerous and daring thing to do. The world is better for it."
"Indeed." He begins to dissect the creatures, tasting pieces frequently.
These fresh organisms are soaked in the strong flavors of the sea as might be expected, but each one has a unique flavor. Certain crabs and fishes have hints of the rotten whale flesh they feed upon, while other seaslugs and such have a tangy poison that provides a sharp spiciness that would kill a normal mortal. The few that have been dredged up from the ocean depths have a thick flavor of murk that comes from a lack of love from the sun. Almost all of the creatures are spiced with the sweet taste of fear and confusion.
"Well, nice to meet you Thervan. You don't by chance have six fingers on your right hand?" He grins and giggles to himself, "I am just kidding. You aren't one of them speaking type are you?"
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I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
She thinks for a moment, then a moment more. She seems more confused the more she thinks. "I don't know... I remember mama and papa but I don't know where i came from or where I was.."
The Pelican lets out a sigh like that of the wind surfing along the waves of the sea, "Lost memory is tragic, for memory is the building block of a life. I am deeply sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry over. I can't remember who I am somedays nor can I remember faces and places."
He shakes his head slightly, "How can one live without remembering who one is and what one has done? So much life lost!"
"I am fine with it. it lets me live in the present without feeling of hurt from the past." She explained.
"The pain of the past is the water by which we grow, however the present is the best time to live. I admire you for making the most of your circumstances."
"Well, nice to meet you Thervan. You don't by chance have six fingers on your right hand?" He grins and giggles to himself, "I am just kidding. You aren't one of them speaking type are you?"
"How would Bun like to help?" He looks around to see if he can find the plushie. "I don't think rabbits like fire or water very much, and paws aren't good for holding sharp things... perhaps he could sort berries?"
She chuckles "He likes to hold sharp things all the time! He's good at that." The stuffed animal, in question, is sitting to the very far right of the cart, now holding a coring knife. "He'll help with berries though! He likes them!"
"Well, then, if he's good with knives, it would be best to employ that before giving him a less skilled task." He places an onion and a kitchen knife on a cutting board before the stuffed animal. "Bun, would you like to dice some onions for me?"
It doesn't move and Luci tugs at his sleeve. "He doesn't like being watched when he works. He gets real self-conscious." She explained.
"Ah, I understand completely. I used to be the same way. I still am sometimes." He turns and begins to heat up some oil in a frying pan.
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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.
She thinks for a moment, then a moment more. She seems more confused the more she thinks. "I don't know... I remember mama and papa but I don't know where i came from or where I was.."
The Pelican lets out a sigh like that of the wind surfing along the waves of the sea, "Lost memory is tragic, for memory is the building block of a life. I am deeply sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry over. I can't remember who I am somedays nor can I remember faces and places."
He shakes his head slightly, "How can one live without remembering who one is and what one has done? So much life lost!"
"I am fine with it. it lets me live in the present without feeling of hurt from the past." She explained.
"The pain of the past is the water by which we grow, however the present is the best time to live. I admire you for making the most of your circumstances."
She beams at the praise and sits on the deck "How many friends do you have?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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“Prisoner from the battle. I was captured.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Nothing to be sorry over. I can't remember who I am somedays nor can I remember faces and places."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"How would Bun like to help?" He looks around to see if he can find the plushie. "I don't think rabbits like fire or water very much, and paws aren't good for holding sharp things... perhaps he could sort berries?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well that's rough." Flynn grins and motions to the floor next to you, "Do you want some light-hearted company or do you prefer sitting here brooding"
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
“I guess the company.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
She chuckles "He likes to hold sharp things all the time! He's good at that." The stuffed animal, in question, is sitting to the very far right of the cart, now holding a coring knife. "He'll help with berries though! He likes them!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Indeed." He begins to dissect the creatures, tasting pieces frequently.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Heh, yeah. I also have plans to run a Lubridium PBP set even further into the future, but I gotta gatekeep that for the time being ;)*
*It’d still be cool to see what you do with the world, though. What are you thinking?*
*And yeah that’s the right spelling!*
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Flynn takes a seat on the ground, "Goodman! I for one do not like to sit and think about my failures." He then points at the gunshot in his shoulder. "My name is Flynn 'Crocblade' O'Sullivan, what's yours?"
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
He shakes his head slightly, "How can one live without remembering who one is and what one has done? So much life lost!"
"I am fine with it. it lets me live in the present without feeling of hurt from the past." She explained.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, then, if he's good with knives, it would be best to employ that before giving him a less skilled task." He places an onion and a kitchen knife on a cutting board before the stuffed animal. "Bun, would you like to dice some onions for me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Thervan.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
It doesn't move and Luci tugs at his sleeve. "He doesn't like being watched when he works. He gets real self-conscious." She explained.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
These fresh organisms are soaked in the strong flavors of the sea as might be expected, but each one has a unique flavor. Certain crabs and fishes have hints of the rotten whale flesh they feed upon, while other seaslugs and such have a tangy poison that provides a sharp spiciness that would kill a normal mortal. The few that have been dredged up from the ocean depths have a thick flavor of murk that comes from a lack of love from the sun. Almost all of the creatures are spiced with the sweet taste of fear and confusion.
"Well, nice to meet you Thervan. You don't by chance have six fingers on your right hand?" He grins and giggles to himself, "I am just kidding. You aren't one of them speaking type are you?"
I am Z, a silent architect weaving tales from the shadows.
Embrace the riddles, savor the essence, for in this narrative, I am the storyteller, the detective, the dreamer, the zephyr of tales untold.
In each verse, discover a journey where reality and dreams entwine, a dance of words that whispers the unsaid.
In the symphony of confusion, I simply remain, Z
Current Characters~ The Bloody Barnacle by Nothic2SeeHere_~ Flynn O'Sullivan | Buttons’ Best by Gradius2~ Durza Longtail
"The pain of the past is the water by which we grow, however the present is the best time to live. I admire you for making the most of your circumstances."
“No.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
"Ah, I understand completely. I used to be the same way. I still am sometimes." He turns and begins to heat up some oil in a frying pan.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She beams at the praise and sits on the deck "How many friends do you have?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]