“I’ll try them all I suppose. Except, hold the orange if you don’t mind.”
"You can ask for whatever you want. The Whalebone sells all kinds."
“Yes, thank you. I’ll have a sample of all of them then.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
"Dude, not funny. I'm not qualified to deal with this [GP], so if you could leave that would be really nice. Otherwise I'll have to call the Chef, since this is his place."
“I was just leaving.” He starts opening the submarine door.
She tries to grab him to keep him from entering. "Uh, dude, that's the kitchen. The boss really doesn't like it when people without proper authorization enter. It's like, sacred or something."
"then give me authorization. I don’t really see the problem here.”
"Only, like, specially appointed cooks and brewers are allowed in there. Chef himself has to approve you."
“You’re making this much harder than it needs to be.”
"Sorry, man, I don't make the rules."
“Tell me how to get somewhere else with a cool mystery then. I’m all eyes ears, buddy.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
*I might be a little slow today but I should be able to play for a while.*
Somewhere in the endless delights of the deck there is a dance hall overflowing with music. Big band swing shakes the floors with a bouncing rhythm and a frazzled conductor dances wildly as he leads the orchestra who somehow manage to grin while playing their gleaming brass instruments. Well dressed men and vibrantly dressed women swirl in a chaotic order across the dance floor. Swing is poured out into the crowd and the dancers ride the wild gleeful wave.
One man in particular catches the eye of all onlookers. He is absorbed by the music, one might think it was being played solely for him. He wears a fine zoot suit with a tie that flaps with his manic movements and his highwaisted trousers are held up by suspenders. His long hair is loose and messed up and his limbs flail with unending vigor and zeal. He is motion embodied. He puts the swing in swing dance and his feet fly faster than should be possible.
*I might be a little slow today but I should be able to play for a while.*
Somewhere in the endless delights of the deck there is a dance hall overflowing with music. Big band swing shakes the floors with a bouncing rhythm and a frazzled conductor dances wildly as he leads the orchestra who somehow manage to grin while playing their gleaming brass instruments. Well dressed men and vibrantly dressed women swirl in a chaotic order across the dance floor. Swing is poured out into the crowd and the dancers ride the wild gleeful wave.
One man in particular catches the eye of all onlookers. He is absorbed by the music, one might think it was being played solely for him. He wears a fine zoot suit with a tie that flaps with his manic movements and his highwaisted trousers are held up by suspenders. His long hair is loose and messed up and his limbs flail with unending vigor and zeal. He is motion embodied. He puts the swing in swing dance and his feet fly faster than should be possible.
Many people are enamored by his dance skills. They clap and laugh, including the Head Chef.
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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.
Many people are enamored by his dance skills. They clap and laugh, including the Head Chef.
When the music finishes he stops and claps for the band with a wide smile on his breathless face. The band seems to be taking a break so he strolls over to the side. Upon seeing the Head Chef *could I have a description?* he asks him, "You know where a guy could get a bite to eat? I've been dancing all night long and sure could use a nice meal."
Many people are enamored by his dance skills. They clap and laugh, including the Head Chef.
When the music finishes he stops and claps for the band with a wide smile on his breathless face. The band seems to be taking a break so he strolls over to the side. Upon seeing the Head Chef *could I have a description?* he asks him, "You know where a guy could get a bite to eat? I've been dancing all night long and sure could use a nice meal."
*He is rail thin and wears the most classic and generic Italian chef outfit you can imagine, along with a flabby, pale "human" mask that follows his facial movements except for when he speaks.*
"Well, there are 33 places to eat board the Gut, but it all depends on your price range. The Whalebone Inn is a good place if admission emptied your pockets, but the Grey Night is my personal favorite. I used to work there, which is one of the reasons why it requires additional coin to order."
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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.
Many people are enamored by his dance skills. They clap and laugh, including the Head Chef.
When the music finishes he stops and claps for the band with a wide smile on his breathless face. The band seems to be taking a break so he strolls over to the side. Upon seeing the Head Chef *could I have a description?* he asks him, "You know where a guy could get a bite to eat? I've been dancing all night long and sure could use a nice meal."
*He is rail thin and wears the most classic and generic Italian chef outfit you can imagine, along with a flabby, pale "human" mask that follows his facial movements except for when he speaks.*
"Well, there are 33 places to eat board the Gut, but it all depends on your price range. The Whalebone Inn is a good place if admission emptied your pockets, but the Grey Night is my personal favorite. I used to work there, which is one of the reasons why it requires additional coin to order."
"Friend, I got a fortune in nickels and dimes. I could afford to buy the sun," He punctuates his speech with exaggerate movements, reaching towards the sky with his hand as he mentions the sun, "That Whalebone joint sounds like it fits my taste better. Care to join me for a meal?"
*He is rail thin and wears the most classic and generic Italian chef outfit you can imagine, along with a flabby, pale "human" mask that follows his facial movements except for when he speaks.*
"Well, there are 33 places to eat board the Gut, but it all depends on your price range. The Whalebone Inn is a good place if admission emptied your pockets, but the Grey Night is my personal favorite. I used to work there, which is one of the reasons why it requires additional coin to order."
"Friend, I got a fortune in nickels and dimes. I could afford to buy the sun," He punctuates his speech with exaggerate movements, reaching towards the sky with his hand as he mentions the sun, "That Whalebone joint sounds like it fits my taste better. Care to join me for a meal?"
"Of course. I would love to spend some time with a dancer such as yourself. The Whalebone is right this way." He begins walking, looking back frequently to make sure the man doesn't get lost in the crowd.
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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.
*He is rail thin and wears the most classic and generic Italian chef outfit you can imagine, along with a flabby, pale "human" mask that follows his facial movements except for when he speaks.*
"Well, there are 33 places to eat board the Gut, but it all depends on your price range. The Whalebone Inn is a good place if admission emptied your pockets, but the Grey Night is my personal favorite. I used to work there, which is one of the reasons why it requires additional coin to order."
"Friend, I got a fortune in nickels and dimes. I could afford to buy the sun," He punctuates his speech with exaggerate movements, reaching towards the sky with his hand as he mentions the sun, "That Whalebone joint sounds like it fits my taste better. Care to join me for a meal?"
"Of course. I would love to spend some time with a dancer such as yourself. The Whalebone is right this way." He begins walking, looking back frequently to make sure the man doesn't get lost in the crowd.
He snatches his fedora and a small scarf on the way out and follows the head chef, "Tell me, have you ever swung?" Even after dancing so long and so energetically, the man walks with a bounce in his step. He slides through the crowd with the ease of someone used to busy streets and he snaps his fingers in time to some inaudible beat.
"Friend, I got a fortune in nickels and dimes. I could afford to buy the sun," He punctuates his speech with exaggerate movements, reaching towards the sky with his hand as he mentions the sun, "That Whalebone joint sounds like it fits my taste better. Care to join me for a meal?"
"Of course. I would love to spend some time with a dancer such as yourself. The Whalebone is right this way." He begins walking, looking back frequently to make sure the man doesn't get lost in the crowd.
He snatches his fedora and a small scarf on the way out and follows the head chef, "Tell me, have you ever swung?" Even after dancing so long and so energetically, the man walks with a bounce in his step. He slides through the crowd with the ease of someone used to busy streets and he snaps his fingers in time to some inaudible beat.
"Not in a long time, and certainly not like you can." The head chef makes no unnecessary movement, and he speaks with a calm, almost cold tone, his voice level and gentle.
"We're here." The Whalebone is a restaurant designed to look like it was built around a whale's skeleton. All the furniture and decorations have their geometry altered to fit the shape of the building.
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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.
"Friend, I got a fortune in nickels and dimes. I could afford to buy the sun," He punctuates his speech with exaggerate movements, reaching towards the sky with his hand as he mentions the sun, "That Whalebone joint sounds like it fits my taste better. Care to join me for a meal?"
"Of course. I would love to spend some time with a dancer such as yourself. The Whalebone is right this way." He begins walking, looking back frequently to make sure the man doesn't get lost in the crowd.
He snatches his fedora and a small scarf on the way out and follows the head chef, "Tell me, have you ever swung?" Even after dancing so long and so energetically, the man walks with a bounce in his step. He slides through the crowd with the ease of someone used to busy streets and he snaps his fingers in time to some inaudible beat.
"Not in a long time, and certainly not like you can." The head chef makes no unnecessary movement, and he speaks with a calm, almost cold tone, his voice level and gentle.
"We're here." The Whalebone is a restaurant designed to look like it was built around a whale's skeleton. All the furniture and decorations have their geometry altered to fit the shape of the building.
"You ought to try it again. Sure is a great time."
He heads right to the bar and sets his elbows up on the counter. His fingers drum out a beat on the counter as he looks over the menu, "You know what's good?"
"Not in a long time, and certainly not like you can." The head chef makes no unnecessary movement, and he speaks with a calm, almost cold tone, his voice level and gentle.
"We're here." The Whalebone is a restaurant designed to look like it was built around a whale's skeleton. All the furniture and decorations have their geometry altered to fit the shape of the building.
"You ought to try it again. Sure is a great time."
He heads right to the bar and sets his elbows up on the counter. His fingers drum out a beat on the counter as he looks over the menu, "You know what's good?"
"I know what's best. There are a couple of off-menu items that you might enjoy. First, though, any food allergies or dietary restrictions?" He pulls out a notepad, and the barkeep and waiters stand at attention.
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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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"You can ask for whatever you want. The Whalebone sells all kinds."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Yes, thank you. I’ll have a sample of all of them then.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Suddenly he remembers he's supposed to be doing something.
But. What was it....
He frantically spins around, trying to recall his task. He opens the nearest door to him and goes inside.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
“Tell me how to get somewhere else with a cool mystery then. I’m all
eyesears, buddy.”I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"I dunno man, I'm just an employee. This stuff is above my pay grade."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I might be a little slow today but I should be able to play for a while.*
Somewhere in the endless delights of the deck there is a dance hall overflowing with music. Big band swing shakes the floors with a bouncing rhythm and a frazzled conductor dances wildly as he leads the orchestra who somehow manage to grin while playing their gleaming brass instruments. Well dressed men and vibrantly dressed women swirl in a chaotic order across the dance floor. Swing is poured out into the crowd and the dancers ride the wild gleeful wave.
One man in particular catches the eye of all onlookers. He is absorbed by the music, one might think it was being played solely for him. He wears a fine zoot suit with a tie that flaps with his manic movements and his highwaisted trousers are held up by suspenders. His long hair is loose and messed up and his limbs flail with unending vigor and zeal. He is motion embodied. He puts the swing in swing dance and his feet fly faster than should be possible.
*Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t desintegrate this door right now.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"There's an alarm. The Chef is really serious about no one getting in without him letting them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Ugh. Why is this place even hidden by a painting anyway?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*I can't remember if I ever said this, but WOW.*
"Boss likes to move around unseen. If you really want authorization, go and talk to him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Many people are enamored by his dance skills. They clap and laugh, including the Head Chef.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
When the music finishes he stops and claps for the band with a wide smile on his breathless face. The band seems to be taking a break so he strolls over to the side. Upon seeing the Head Chef *could I have a description?* he asks him, "You know where a guy could get a bite to eat? I've been dancing all night long and sure could use a nice meal."
*He is rail thin and wears the most classic and generic Italian chef outfit you can imagine, along with a flabby, pale "human" mask that follows his facial movements except for when he speaks.*
"Well, there are 33 places to eat board the Gut, but it all depends on your price range. The Whalebone Inn is a good place if admission emptied your pockets, but the Grey Night is my personal favorite. I used to work there, which is one of the reasons why it requires additional coin to order."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Friend, I got a fortune in nickels and dimes. I could afford to buy the sun," He punctuates his speech with exaggerate movements, reaching towards the sky with his hand as he mentions the sun, "That Whalebone joint sounds like it fits my taste better. Care to join me for a meal?"
"Of course. I would love to spend some time with a dancer such as yourself. The Whalebone is right this way." He begins walking, looking back frequently to make sure the man doesn't get lost in the crowd.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He snatches his fedora and a small scarf on the way out and follows the head chef, "Tell me, have you ever swung?" Even after dancing so long and so energetically, the man walks with a bounce in his step. He slides through the crowd with the ease of someone used to busy streets and he snaps his fingers in time to some inaudible beat.
"Not in a long time, and certainly not like you can." The head chef makes no unnecessary movement, and he speaks with a calm, almost cold tone, his voice level and gentle.
"We're here." The Whalebone is a restaurant designed to look like it was built around a whale's skeleton. All the furniture and decorations have their geometry altered to fit the shape of the building.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You ought to try it again. Sure is a great time."
He heads right to the bar and sets his elbows up on the counter. His fingers drum out a beat on the counter as he looks over the menu, "You know what's good?"
"I know what's best. There are a couple of off-menu items that you might enjoy. First, though, any food allergies or dietary restrictions?" He pulls out a notepad, and the barkeep and waiters stand at attention.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.