“I don’t mean to be disrespectful.” Zeon says a bit worriedly. The Spellbook seems to pat him on the head reassuringly.
"Neither do I, I am just giving you a fair warning,"
“oh, I see. Alright then. I’ll try to keep that in mind then”
"Yeah, also what are your abilities exactly? I just want to know in case I feel like training you."
“Oh, well I’m a mixed between unarmed combat and powers of the storm. Dufort aids with the arcane magic of my Spellbook.”
"Hmm, I have powers of the storm and fight using armed skirmish tactics. Looks like I might have to train you."
“I’d be up for some training.” The boy says getting a hit excited, before quickly adding as his Spellbook glows beside him “If that is alright with you, that is…”
"Not right now of course, you still have people to talk to. I am very alright with it though."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Chef Barbeau walks up to the courthouse, examining it based on what it puts out front.
It looks like the Nine Hells Supreme Courthouse, because it is exactly that, the door opens, and a gargantuan man walks out, he has alabaster skin, rippling muscles, an greataxe at his side, and a friendly smile on his face "Hello there, are you visiting because I was just about to go."
Barbeau stumbles back a bit, a recognizable expression crossing his eyes for a split second: fear. A natural response as old as life primordial, come pre-installed into all living things since then. For a person like Barbeau, it is something remarkable.
"I was..." his voice cracks, and he clears his throat. "I was looking for you, actually. You cook for others, do you not?"
He tilts his head "Why did I see fear in your eyes?" He squats down, his eyes locking with Barbeau's, an unshakable resolve hidden within them behind a wall of kindness "I do cook for others though I suppose." He puts a hand on his shoulder, a comforting act "Is there something about me that scares you?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“I don’t mean to be disrespectful.” Zeon says a bit worriedly. The Spellbook seems to pat him on the head reassuringly.
"Neither do I, I am just giving you a fair warning,"
“oh, I see. Alright then. I’ll try to keep that in mind then”
"Yeah, also what are your abilities exactly? I just want to know in case I feel like training you."
“Oh, well I’m a mixed between unarmed combat and powers of the storm. Dufort aids with the arcane magic of my Spellbook.”
"Hmm, I have powers of the storm and fight using armed skirmish tactics. Looks like I might have to train you."
“I’d be up for some training.” The boy says getting a hit excited, before quickly adding as his Spellbook glows beside him “If that is alright with you, that is…”
"Not right now of course, you still have people to talk to. I am very alright with it though."
“Alright, I’ll come by at a later date. It was nice meeting you, Mr.Jason. *Zeon says giving a bit of a regal bow, before standing back up* “See you later.” He says before sprinting further into the dome, his Spellbook zooming behind him.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“I don’t mean to be disrespectful.” Zeon says a bit worriedly. The Spellbook seems to pat him on the head reassuringly.
"Neither do I, I am just giving you a fair warning,"
“oh, I see. Alright then. I’ll try to keep that in mind then”
"Yeah, also what are your abilities exactly? I just want to know in case I feel like training you."
“Oh, well I’m a mixed between unarmed combat and powers of the storm. Dufort aids with the arcane magic of my Spellbook.”
"Hmm, I have powers of the storm and fight using armed skirmish tactics. Looks like I might have to train you."
“I’d be up for some training.” The boy says getting a hit excited, before quickly adding as his Spellbook glows beside him “If that is alright with you, that is…”
"Not right now of course, you still have people to talk to. I am very alright with it though."
“Alright, I’ll come by at a later date. It was nice meeting you, Mr.Jason. *Zeon says giving a bit of a regal bow, before standing back up* “See you later.” He says before sprinting further into the dome, his Spellbook zooming behind him.
"Goodbye Zeon."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Chef Barbeau walks up to the courthouse, examining it based on what it puts out front.
It looks like the Nine Hells Supreme Courthouse, because it is exactly that, the door opens, and a gargantuan man walks out, he has alabaster skin, rippling muscles, an greataxe at his side, and a friendly smile on his face "Hello there, are you visiting because I was just about to go."
Barbeau stumbles back a bit, a recognizable expression crossing his eyes for a split second: fear. A natural response as old as life primordial, come pre-installed into all living things since then. For a person like Barbeau, it is something remarkable.
"I was..." his voice cracks, and he clears his throat. "I was looking for you, actually. You cook for others, do you not?"
He tilts his head "Why did I see fear in your eyes?" He squats down, his eyes locking with Barbeau's, an unshakable resolve hidden within them behind a wall of kindness "I do cook for others though I suppose." He puts a hand on his shoulder, a comforting act "Is there something about me that scares you?"
"You look much like an Empyrean. I served one at my restaurant once. He had expected manna from heaven. Ambrosia. He didn't take my offerings well. I lost a star that day, and it took me three hundred years to earn it back." He shudders. "You look statuesque. Divine. I've tried so hard to reach their level, the angels', to serve them, but my heritage is that of the Deep, and I cannot escape my own blood." He clears his throat once more, standing up straight again. "I have much that I can teach you. Those who serve others are pure in their work, but purity comes at the cost of greater scrutiny, as is deserved. In other words, I want you to be the best you can be in the area of hospitality. Those you love enough to serve deserve the best, after all."
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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.
Chef Barbeau walks up to the courthouse, examining it based on what it puts out front.
It looks like the Nine Hells Supreme Courthouse, because it is exactly that, the door opens, and a gargantuan man walks out, he has alabaster skin, rippling muscles, an greataxe at his side, and a friendly smile on his face "Hello there, are you visiting because I was just about to go."
Barbeau stumbles back a bit, a recognizable expression crossing his eyes for a split second: fear. A natural response as old as life primordial, come pre-installed into all living things since then. For a person like Barbeau, it is something remarkable.
"I was..." his voice cracks, and he clears his throat. "I was looking for you, actually. You cook for others, do you not?"
He tilts his head "Why did I see fear in your eyes?" He squats down, his eyes locking with Barbeau's, an unshakable resolve hidden within them behind a wall of kindness "I do cook for others though I suppose." He puts a hand on his shoulder, a comforting act "Is there something about me that scares you?"
"You look much like an Empyrean. I served one at my restaurant once. He had expected manna from heaven. Ambrosia. He didn't take my offerings well. I lost a star that day, and it took me three hundred years to earn it back." He shudders. "You look statuesque. Divine. I've tried so hard to reach their level, the angels', to serve them, but my heritage is that of the Deep, and I cannot escape my own blood." He clears his throat once more, standing up straight again. "I have much that I can teach you. Those who serve others are pure in their work, but purity comes at the cost of greater scrutiny, as is deserved. In other words, I want you to be the best you can be in the area of hospitality. Those you love enough to serve deserve the best, after all."
"You are saying I look like a child of a god? I suppose I should take that as a complement, I will not be like this other one you speak of." He stand back up "After all, I am not the descendent of a god, but rather a dragon lord." Ancient red dragon wings sprout from his back "I thank you for comparing myself to such beings, but I do not believe I am one of them myself. I would be happy to learn from you, I am a good chef, although not a perfect one by any means. Your help is taken with much appreciation."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
He tilts his head "Why did I see fear in your eyes?" He squats down, his eyes locking with Barbeau's, an unshakable resolve hidden within them behind a wall of kindness "I do cook for others though I suppose." He puts a hand on his shoulder, a comforting act "Is there something about me that scares you?"
"You look much like an Empyrean. I served one at my restaurant once. He had expected manna from heaven. Ambrosia. He didn't take my offerings well. I lost a star that day, and it took me three hundred years to earn it back." He shudders. "You look statuesque. Divine. I've tried so hard to reach their level, the angels', to serve them, but my heritage is that of the Deep, and I cannot escape my own blood." He clears his throat once more, standing up straight again. "I have much that I can teach you. Those who serve others are pure in their work, but purity comes at the cost of greater scrutiny, as is deserved. In other words, I want you to be the best you can be in the area of hospitality. Those you love enough to serve deserve the best, after all."
"You are saying I look like a child of a god? I suppose I should take that as a complement, I will not be like this other one you speak of." He stand back up "After all, I am not the descendent of a god, but rather a dragon lord." Ancient red dragon wings sprout from his back "I thank you for comparing myself to such beings, but I do not believe I am one of them myself. I would be happy to learn from you, I am a good chef, although not a perfect one by any means. Your help is taken with much appreciation."
Barbeau chuckles. "But what is a dragon but a god in itself, and with all the pride that comes with it?" It sounds like he's quoting someone, but Rag doesn't recognize the quote.
"Anyway, I can only expect you to be good. Greatness requires struggle, however, and I am willing to provide that struggle for you. My training is... harsh, but surely one such as yourself can handle some criticism and correction. Hells, you could probably handle a tarrasque to the heart, of course you can take hard training."
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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.
Zeon would sprint around the dome, trying to get to know the various dome dwellers.
Sekiro is meditating, swirling death and life energy around him, his oni mask shifting expressions constantly.
Zeon sees the figure meditating and would stop a bit away, not sure if he should disturb them or leave them to their meditation and move on.
"I know someone is there and your attempt at kindness is appreciated, although I can sense your presence though multiple ways, what is your name child?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
He tilts his head "Why did I see fear in your eyes?" He squats down, his eyes locking with Barbeau's, an unshakable resolve hidden within them behind a wall of kindness "I do cook for others though I suppose." He puts a hand on his shoulder, a comforting act "Is there something about me that scares you?"
"You look much like an Empyrean. I served one at my restaurant once. He had expected manna from heaven. Ambrosia. He didn't take my offerings well. I lost a star that day, and it took me three hundred years to earn it back." He shudders. "You look statuesque. Divine. I've tried so hard to reach their level, the angels', to serve them, but my heritage is that of the Deep, and I cannot escape my own blood." He clears his throat once more, standing up straight again. "I have much that I can teach you. Those who serve others are pure in their work, but purity comes at the cost of greater scrutiny, as is deserved. In other words, I want you to be the best you can be in the area of hospitality. Those you love enough to serve deserve the best, after all."
"You are saying I look like a child of a god? I suppose I should take that as a complement, I will not be like this other one you speak of." He stand back up "After all, I am not the descendent of a god, but rather a dragon lord." Ancient red dragon wings sprout from his back "I thank you for comparing myself to such beings, but I do not believe I am one of them myself. I would be happy to learn from you, I am a good chef, although not a perfect one by any means. Your help is taken with much appreciation."
Barbeau chuckles. "But what is a dragon but a god in itself, and with all the pride that comes with it?" It sounds like he's quoting someone, but Rag doesn't recognize the quote.
"Anyway, I can only expect you to be good. Greatness requires struggle, however, and I am willing to provide that struggle for you. My training is... harsh, but surely one such as yourself can handle some criticism and correction. Hells, you could probably handle a tarrasque to the heart, of course you can take hard training."
"I'm happy to take your tutelage, even if it may be difficult I can handle just a bit of difficulty." He picks up Barbeau and places him on his shoulder, making sure to be careful not to harm him on the way up to his shoulder, keeping him steady. "Whoever said the quote sounds like a prideful one indeed. My grandfather is a rather prideful dragon himself, and I do love him. When should we begin?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Barbeau chuckles. "But what is a dragon but a god in itself, and with all the pride that comes with it?" It sounds like he's quoting someone, but Rag doesn't recognize the quote.
"Anyway, I can only expect you to be good. Greatness requires struggle, however, and I am willing to provide that struggle for you. My training is... harsh, but surely one such as yourself can handle some criticism and correction. Hells, you could probably handle a tarrasque to the heart, of course you can take hard training."
"I'm happy to take your tutelage, even if it may be difficult I can handle just a bit of difficulty." He picks up Barbeau and places him on his shoulder, making sure to be careful not to harm him on the way up to his shoulder, keeping him steady. "Whoever said the quote sounds like a prideful one indeed. My grandfather is a rather prideful dragon himself, and I do love him. When should we begin?"
Barbeau is surprisingly heavy and dense, despite his emaciated frame. His clothes feel heavily insulated and strangely cold. "Whenever you feel is appropriate. This is not an official course, so simply call me when you would like to learn something. As a cambion, I can choose to be summoned by others. Keep in mind that I cannot see where I'm being summoned to, and if you abuse this power I will be cross with you." He offers Rag a business card with a demonic sigil on it instead of a phone number, along with one of the chef's own teeth. It is sharp, serrated, and flat, easily mistaken for a shark's tooth.
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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.
Barbeau chuckles. "But what is a dragon but a god in itself, and with all the pride that comes with it?" It sounds like he's quoting someone, but Rag doesn't recognize the quote.
"Anyway, I can only expect you to be good. Greatness requires struggle, however, and I am willing to provide that struggle for you. My training is... harsh, but surely one such as yourself can handle some criticism and correction. Hells, you could probably handle a tarrasque to the heart, of course you can take hard training."
"I'm happy to take your tutelage, even if it may be difficult I can handle just a bit of difficulty." He picks up Barbeau and places him on his shoulder, making sure to be careful not to harm him on the way up to his shoulder, keeping him steady. "Whoever said the quote sounds like a prideful one indeed. My grandfather is a rather prideful dragon himself, and I do love him. When should we begin?"
Barbeau is surprisingly heavy and dense, despite his emaciated frame. His clothes feel heavily insulated and strangely cold. "Whenever you feel is appropriate. This is not an official course, so simply call me when you would like to learn something. As a cambion, I can choose to be summoned by others. Keep in mind that I cannot see where I'm being summoned to, and if you abuse this power I will be cross with you." He offers Rag a business card with a demonic sigil on it instead of a phone number, along with one of the chef's own teeth. It is sharp, serrated, and flat, easily mistaken for a shark's tooth.
He places the card in the pocket of his large pants "I most likely wont have the chance to abuse it, I always have work to do, so when I get the chance to learn something from you, I'll take it as a luxury. Not too offend but you are heavier than you appear, as if your inside are lined with steel or something similar. I am still about to keep steady but its a bit surprising." He puts him down "I am still pretty flattered that you think I look like the child of something divine. It's, very unexpected to hear."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Zeon would sprint around the dome, trying to get to know the various dome dwellers.
Sekiro is meditating, swirling death and life energy around him, his oni mask shifting expressions constantly.
Zeon sees the figure meditating and would stop a bit away, not sure if he should disturb them or leave them to their meditation and move on.
"I know someone is there and your attempt at kindness is appreciated, although I can sense your presence though multiple ways, what is your name child?"
“My name is Zeon Bell”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Zeon would sprint around the dome, trying to get to know the various dome dwellers.
Sekiro is meditating, swirling death and life energy around him, his oni mask shifting expressions constantly.
Zeon sees the figure meditating and would stop a bit away, not sure if he should disturb them or leave them to their meditation and move on.
"I know someone is there and your attempt at kindness is appreciated, although I can sense your presence though multiple ways, what is your name child?"
“My name is Zeon Bell”
"Hmmm. You sound like a child, unfortunate that you have to be strong in this world Zeon Bell."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Barbeau is surprisingly heavy and dense, despite his emaciated frame. His clothes feel heavily insulated and strangely cold. "Whenever you feel is appropriate. This is not an official course, so simply call me when you would like to learn something. As a cambion, I can choose to be summoned by others. Keep in mind that I cannot see where I'm being summoned to, and if you abuse this power I will be cross with you." He offers Rag a business card with a demonic sigil on it instead of a phone number, along with one of the chef's own teeth. It is sharp, serrated, and flat, easily mistaken for a shark's tooth.
He places the card in the pocket of his large pants "I most likely wont have the chance to abuse it, I always have work to do, so when I get the chance to learn something from you, I'll take it as a luxury. Not too offend but you are heavier than you appear, as if your inside are lined with steel or something similar. I am still about to keep steady but its a bit surprising." He puts him down "I am still pretty flattered that you think I look like the child of something divine. It's, very unexpected to hear."
Barbeau nods, his spine straight as a rail. He's very tall, but nowhere near as tall as Rag. "I'm surprised the mistake isn't made more often. You can call me whenever you're cooking anything. I can give a few tips. The difference between good and great is sometimes as small a gust of wind or a few degrees."
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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.
Barbeau is surprisingly heavy and dense, despite his emaciated frame. His clothes feel heavily insulated and strangely cold. "Whenever you feel is appropriate. This is not an official course, so simply call me when you would like to learn something. As a cambion, I can choose to be summoned by others. Keep in mind that I cannot see where I'm being summoned to, and if you abuse this power I will be cross with you." He offers Rag a business card with a demonic sigil on it instead of a phone number, along with one of the chef's own teeth. It is sharp, serrated, and flat, easily mistaken for a shark's tooth.
He places the card in the pocket of his large pants "I most likely wont have the chance to abuse it, I always have work to do, so when I get the chance to learn something from you, I'll take it as a luxury. Not too offend but you are heavier than you appear, as if your inside are lined with steel or something similar. I am still about to keep steady but its a bit surprising." He puts him down "I am still pretty flattered that you think I look like the child of something divine. It's, very unexpected to hear."
Barbeau nods, his spine straight as a rail. He's very tall, but nowhere near as tall as Rag. "I'm surprised the mistake isn't made more often. You can call me whenever you're cooking anything. I can give a few tips. The difference between good and great is sometimes as small a gust of wind or a few degrees."
"I'll have to take that quote for myself. Before you give me some advice you should see me cook something, and taste test the result." He invites him into the courthouse, walking around showing him everything he can.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Barbeau nods, his spine straight as a rail. He's very tall, but nowhere near as tall as Rag. "I'm surprised the mistake isn't made more often. You can call me whenever you're cooking anything. I can give a few tips. The difference between good and great is sometimes as small a gust of wind or a few degrees."
"I'll have to take that quote for myself. Before you give me some advice you should see me cook something, and taste test the result." He invites him into the courthouse, walking around showing him everything he can.
Barbeau seems to find most of the diabolic devices distasteful. Their filing systems interest him, though. "Yes, that would be wise. I would like to test your capabilities before I go telling you what to do."
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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.
Zeon would sprint around the dome, trying to get to know the various dome dwellers.
Sekiro is meditating, swirling death and life energy around him, his oni mask shifting expressions constantly.
Zeon sees the figure meditating and would stop a bit away, not sure if he should disturb them or leave them to their meditation and move on.
"I know someone is there and your attempt at kindness is appreciated, although I can sense your presence though multiple ways, what is your name child?"
“My name is Zeon Bell”
"Hmmm. You sound like a child, unfortunate that you have to be strong in this world Zeon Bell."
“My kind are prepared for battle at a young age, it’s true. Though some have it worse then others….they are fortunate enough to not need such power in their lives.”
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
"Not right now of course, you still have people to talk to. I am very alright with it though."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He tilts his head "Why did I see fear in your eyes?" He squats down, his eyes locking with Barbeau's, an unshakable resolve hidden within them behind a wall of kindness "I do cook for others though I suppose." He puts a hand on his shoulder, a comforting act "Is there something about me that scares you?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Alright, I’ll come by at a later date. It was nice meeting you, Mr.Jason. *Zeon says giving a bit of a regal bow, before standing back up* “See you later.” He says before sprinting further into the dome, his Spellbook zooming behind him.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Goodbye Zeon."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"You look much like an Empyrean. I served one at my restaurant once. He had expected manna from heaven. Ambrosia. He didn't take my offerings well. I lost a star that day, and it took me three hundred years to earn it back." He shudders. "You look statuesque. Divine. I've tried so hard to reach their level, the angels', to serve them, but my heritage is that of the Deep, and I cannot escape my own blood." He clears his throat once more, standing up straight again. "I have much that I can teach you. Those who serve others are pure in their work, but purity comes at the cost of greater scrutiny, as is deserved. In other words, I want you to be the best you can be in the area of hospitality. Those you love enough to serve deserve the best, after all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Zeon would sprint around the dome, trying to get to know the various dome dwellers.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"You are saying I look like a child of a god? I suppose I should take that as a complement, I will not be like this other one you speak of." He stand back up "After all, I am not the descendent of a god, but rather a dragon lord." Ancient red dragon wings sprout from his back "I thank you for comparing myself to such beings, but I do not believe I am one of them myself. I would be happy to learn from you, I am a good chef, although not a perfect one by any means. Your help is taken with much appreciation."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Sekiro is meditating, swirling death and life energy around him, his oni mask shifting expressions constantly.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Zeon sees the figure meditating and would stop a bit away, not sure if he should disturb them or leave them to their meditation and move on.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Barbeau chuckles. "But what is a dragon but a god in itself, and with all the pride that comes with it?" It sounds like he's quoting someone, but Rag doesn't recognize the quote.
"Anyway, I can only expect you to be good. Greatness requires struggle, however, and I am willing to provide that struggle for you. My training is... harsh, but surely one such as yourself can handle some criticism and correction. Hells, you could probably handle a tarrasque to the heart, of course you can take hard training."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I know someone is there and your attempt at kindness is appreciated, although I can sense your presence though multiple ways, what is your name child?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"I'm happy to take your tutelage, even if it may be difficult I can handle just a bit of difficulty." He picks up Barbeau and places him on his shoulder, making sure to be careful not to harm him on the way up to his shoulder, keeping him steady. "Whoever said the quote sounds like a prideful one indeed. My grandfather is a rather prideful dragon himself, and I do love him. When should we begin?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Barbeau is surprisingly heavy and dense, despite his emaciated frame. His clothes feel heavily insulated and strangely cold. "Whenever you feel is appropriate. This is not an official course, so simply call me when you would like to learn something. As a cambion, I can choose to be summoned by others. Keep in mind that I cannot see where I'm being summoned to, and if you abuse this power I will be cross with you." He offers Rag a business card with a demonic sigil on it instead of a phone number, along with one of the chef's own teeth. It is sharp, serrated, and flat, easily mistaken for a shark's tooth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He places the card in the pocket of his large pants "I most likely wont have the chance to abuse it, I always have work to do, so when I get the chance to learn something from you, I'll take it as a luxury. Not too offend but you are heavier than you appear, as if your inside are lined with steel or something similar. I am still about to keep steady but its a bit surprising." He puts him down "I am still pretty flattered that you think I look like the child of something divine. It's, very unexpected to hear."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“My name is Zeon Bell”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Hmmm. You sound like a child, unfortunate that you have to be strong in this world Zeon Bell."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Barbeau nods, his spine straight as a rail. He's very tall, but nowhere near as tall as Rag. "I'm surprised the mistake isn't made more often. You can call me whenever you're cooking anything. I can give a few tips. The difference between good and great is sometimes as small a gust of wind or a few degrees."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'll have to take that quote for myself. Before you give me some advice you should see me cook something, and taste test the result." He invites him into the courthouse, walking around showing him everything he can.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Barbeau seems to find most of the diabolic devices distasteful. Their filing systems interest him, though. "Yes, that would be wise. I would like to test your capabilities before I go telling you what to do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“My kind are prepared for battle at a young age, it’s true. Though some have it worse then others….they are fortunate enough to not need such power in their lives.”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills