Kath, who as of now was laying in a chair sleeping, wakes up. He heads over to the bar, leaning on the counter. He calls back into the kitchen, "Y'all serve food here?"
Deadeye is cooking some toast because that all he can manage without burning “We ain’t got a cook, if ya want somethin’ worth eatin’ this toast ain’t gonna taste very long.”
Kath eyes the toast, seemingly not in the mood for roasted bread. "Ya mind if I come back there an' whip somethin' up? I got some experience with cookin' by watchin' an ol' friend'a mine."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Kath, who as of now was laying in a chair sleeping, wakes up. He heads over to the bar, leaning on the counter. He calls back into the kitchen, "Y'all serve food here?"
Deadeye is cooking some toast because that all he can manage without burning “We ain’t got a cook, if ya want somethin’ worth eatin’ this toast ain’t gonna taste very long.”
Kath eyes the toast, seemingly not in the mood for roasted bread. "Ya mind if I come back there an' whip somethin' up? I got some experience with cookin' by watchin' an ol' friend'a mine."
He nods "You could come in here if yer tryin' to show me exactly how it's done." He says, opening the door to the kitchen "Sorry 'bout that, I ain't as good as I'd like to be, this is the best I can do fer the kids."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Kath, who as of now was laying in a chair sleeping, wakes up. He heads over to the bar, leaning on the counter. He calls back into the kitchen, "Y'all serve food here?"
Deadeye is cooking some toast because that all he can manage without burning “We ain’t got a cook, if ya want somethin’ worth eatin’ this toast ain’t gonna taste very long.”
Kath eyes the toast, seemingly not in the mood for roasted bread. "Ya mind if I come back there an' whip somethin' up? I got some experience with cookin' by watchin' an ol' friend'a mine."
He nods "You could come in here if yer tryin' to show me exactly how it's done." He says, opening the door to the kitchen "Sorry 'bout that, I ain't as good as I'd like to be, this is the best I can do fer the kids."
"I'll try an' show ya the best that I can." He removes his duster and hat, hanging them on an invisible force in the air that seems to appear out of nowhere. His usually covered head can now be seen, revealing long black hair pulled into a small bun and large, slicked-back horns. He walks behind the bar, putting on an apron if he can find one, then grabbing a skillet, some eggs, a container of salt, and a slab of meat, as well as various other ingredients. "Not sure how you're gonna see me do this, but I'm sure ya have a way."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"I'll try an' show ya the best that I can." He removes his duster and hat, hanging them on an invisible force in the air that seems to appear out of nowhere. His usually covered head can now be seen, revealing long black hair pulled into a small bun and large, slicked-back horns. He walks behind the bar, putting on an apron if he can find one, then grabbing a skillet, some eggs, a container of salt, and a slab of meat, as well as various other ingredients. "Not sure how you're gonna see me do this, but I'm sure ya have a way."
"Cause I got a way, you seem to really know what yer doin'. Who taught ya how to do this?" He says, tapping his foot with every movement he can't hear Kath make, seeing through the sound around the room.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I'll try an' show ya the best that I can." He removes his duster and hat, hanging them on an invisible force in the air that seems to appear out of nowhere. His usually covered head can now be seen, revealing long black hair pulled into a small bun and large, slicked-back horns. He walks behind the bar, putting on an apron if he can find one, then grabbing a skillet, some eggs, a container of salt, and a slab of meat, as well as various other ingredients. "Not sure how you're gonna see me do this, but I'm sure ya have a way."
"Cause I got a way, you seem to really know what yer doin'. Who taught ya how to do this?" He says, tapping his foot with every movement he can't hear Kath make, seeing through the sound around the room.
"A robot with a face made'a liquid an' a habit for smokin'." He chuckles as he snaps his fingers, lighting a small flame that dances along his fingertips, which he uses to light the cookstove. He procedes to crack the eggs, placing them in the skillet and grabbing a spatula to stir them after placing the skillet on top of the stove. He waves his free hand and a large pan floats to it, which he also places on the stove. He takes one of his knives out of its sheathe, and uses it to chop the meat up. He tosses it into the pan, then grabs a bottle of oil out of thin air, putting some in the meat, which begins sizzle loudly. He takes some salt and sprinkles it on both items, then takes some seasoning to the meat. "Were ya able ta keep up with that?" he says, turning back to look at Deadeye while wiping a bead of liquid fire from his brow.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"I'll try an' show ya the best that I can." He removes his duster and hat, hanging them on an invisible force in the air that seems to appear out of nowhere. His usually covered head can now be seen, revealing long black hair pulled into a small bun and large, slicked-back horns. He walks behind the bar, putting on an apron if he can find one, then grabbing a skillet, some eggs, a container of salt, and a slab of meat, as well as various other ingredients. "Not sure how you're gonna see me do this, but I'm sure ya have a way."
"Cause I got a way, you seem to really know what yer doin'. Who taught ya how to do this?" He says, tapping his foot with every movement he can't hear Kath make, seeing through the sound around the room.
"A robot with a face made'a liquid an' a habit for smokin'." He chuckles as he snaps his fingers, lighting are small flame that dances along his fingertips, which he uses to light the cookstove. He procedes to crack the eggs, placing them in the skillet and grabbing a spatula to stir them after placing the skillet on top of the stove. He waves his free hand and a large pan floats to it, which he also places on the stove. He takes one of his knives out of its sheathe, uses it to chop the meat up. He tosses it into the pan, then grabs a bottle of oil put of thin air, putting some in the meat, which begins sizzle loudly. He takes some salt and sprinkles it on both items, then takes some seasoning to the meat. "Were ya able ta keep up with that?" he says, turning back to look at Deadeye while wiping a bead of liquid fire from his brow.
He has lowered his glasses, deeply impressed by the cooking skills "We we're lookin' fer someone who can cook, an' you learned all that from some robot? Ain't that somethin'." He's nothing but surprised, "I'm keepin' up, but really, that's somethin' special."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I'll try an' show ya the best that I can." He removes his duster and hat, hanging them on an invisible force in the air that seems to appear out of nowhere. His usually covered head can now be seen, revealing long black hair pulled into a small bun and large, slicked-back horns. He walks behind the bar, putting on an apron if he can find one, then grabbing a skillet, some eggs, a container of salt, and a slab of meat, as well as various other ingredients. "Not sure how you're gonna see me do this, but I'm sure ya have a way."
"Cause I got a way, you seem to really know what yer doin'. Who taught ya how to do this?" He says, tapping his foot with every movement he can't hear Kath make, seeing through the sound around the room.
"A robot with a face made'a liquid an' a habit for smokin'." He chuckles as he snaps his fingers, lighting a small flame that dances along his fingertips, which he uses to light the cookstove. He procedes to crack the eggs, placing them in the skillet and grabbing a spatula to stir them after placing the skillet on top of the stove. He waves his free hand and a large pan floats to it, which he also places on the stove. He takes one of his knives out of its sheathe, and uses it to chop the meat up. He tosses it into the pan, then grabs a bottle of oil out of thin air, putting some in the meat, which begins sizzle loudly. He takes some salt and sprinkles it on both items, then takes some seasoning to the meat. "Were ya able ta keep up with that?" he says, turning back to look at Deadeye while wiping a bead of liquid fire from his brow.
He has lowered his glasses, deeply impressed by the cooking skills "We we're lookin' fer someone who can cook, an' you learned all that from some robot? Ain't that somethin'." He's nothing but surprised, "I'm keepin' up, but really, that's somethin' special."
"He may've been justa robot, but he was a good friend." He continues to stir the eggs and pieces of meat until they're both fully cooked. Without using a mitt or anything, he grabs the pan of meat and uses his spatula to scrape it onto the finished eggs, which he had put onto a plate just moments before. He hands the plate and a fork to Deadeye, then takes off his apron. "Go on, dig in."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"He may've been justa robot, but he was a good friend." He continues to stir the eggs and pieces of meat until they're both fully cooked without using a mitt or anything, he grabs the pan of meat and uses his spatula to scrape it onto the finished eggs, which he had put onto a plate just moments before. He hands the plate and a fork to Deadeye, then takes off his apron. "Go on, dig in."
He takes the food, sitting at the bar and doing as he said digging into the amazingly made meal "Thank ya pardner. Musta been a good friend o' yers."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"He may've been justa robot, but he was a good friend." He continues to stir the eggs and pieces of meat until they're both fully cooked. Without using a mitt or anything, he grabs the pan of meat and uses his spatula to scrape it onto the finished eggs, which he had put onto a plate just moments before. He hands the plate and a fork to Deadeye, then takes off his apron. "Go on, dig in."
He takes the food, sitting at the bar and doing as he said digging into the amazingly made meal "Thank ya pardner. Musta been a good friend o' yers."
He hangs the apron back up, puts out the fire with a flick of his wrist, and goes to retrieve his hat and duster, putting them back on. "So, ya need a cook, huh? Would ya ever consider this lower-than-the-dust-on-yer-boots outlaw ta possibly help ya out?" He stares at the food wistfully, thinking of old times. "And yeah, 'bout what ya said earlier, he was a good friend. Not the only good one either."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"He may've been justa robot, but he was a good friend." He continues to stir the eggs and pieces of meat until they're both fully cooked. Without using a mitt or anything, he grabs the pan of meat and uses his spatula to scrape it onto the finished eggs, which he had put onto a plate just moments before. He hands the plate and a fork to Deadeye, then takes off his apron. "Go on, dig in."
He takes the food, sitting at the bar and doing as he said digging into the amazingly made meal "Thank ya pardner. Musta been a good friend o' yers."
He hangs the apron back up, puts out the fire with a flick of his wrist, and goes to retrieve his hat and duster, putting them back on. "So, ya need a cook, huh? Would ya ever consider this lower-than-the-dust-on-yer-boots outlaw ta help ya possibly help ya out?" He stares at the food wistfully, thinking of old times. "And yeah, 'bout what ya said earlier, he was a good friend. Not the only good one either."
"I'll take ya, even if yer lower than the dust underneath anythin', can't be picky 'round here. Only concition is ya tell me 'bout them old friends a yers, this outlaw is a sucker fer a good story, and an emotional one." He quickly finishes the food "The kids need the food more than I do, their infinitely more important then this ol' legend."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"He may've been justa robot, but he was a good friend." He continues to stir the eggs and pieces of meat until they're both fully cooked. Without using a mitt or anything, he grabs the pan of meat and uses his spatula to scrape it onto the finished eggs, which he had put onto a plate just moments before. He hands the plate and a fork to Deadeye, then takes off his apron. "Go on, dig in."
He takes the food, sitting at the bar and doing as he said digging into the amazingly made meal "Thank ya pardner. Musta been a good friend o' yers."
He hangs the apron back up, puts out the fire with a flick of his wrist, and goes to retrieve his hat and duster, putting them back on. "So, ya need a cook, huh? Would ya ever consider this lower-than-the-dust-on-yer-boots outlaw ta possibly help ya out?" He stares at the food wistfully, thinking of old times. "And yeah, 'bout what ya said earlier, he was a good friend. Not the only good one either."
"I'll take ya, even if yer lower than the dust underneath anythin', can't be picky 'round here. Only concition is ya tell me 'bout them old friends a yers, this outlaw is a sucker fer a good story, and an emotional one." He quickly finishes the food "The kids need the food more than I do, their infinitely more important then this ol' legend."
Underneath his bandana, Kath seems to smile genuinely. "Alrighty, boss." Kath takes his coat and hat back off, hanging them up once more. He walks back into the kitchen, puttimg the apron back on, then uses his tail to grab various different items including food and seasonings. "I'll whip somethin' up for the yunguns if you'll call 'em in. But make sure they don't mess with my coat. That has some things in there I'd rather them not play 'round with." He lights the stove again, and begins his task of making a feast worthy for the kids inside the Draco. He hums while he does so. "Lemme finish this up real quick, and I'll tell ya all 'bout my friends, just as promised.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"He may've been justa robot, but he was a good friend." He continues to stir the eggs and pieces of meat until they're both fully cooked. Without using a mitt or anything, he grabs the pan of meat and uses his spatula to scrape it onto the finished eggs, which he had put onto a plate just moments before. He hands the plate and a fork to Deadeye, then takes off his apron. "Go on, dig in."
He takes the food, sitting at the bar and doing as he said digging into the amazingly made meal "Thank ya pardner. Musta been a good friend o' yers."
He hangs the apron back up, puts out the fire with a flick of his wrist, and goes to retrieve his hat and duster, putting them back on. "So, ya need a cook, huh? Would ya ever consider this lower-than-the-dust-on-yer-boots outlaw ta help ya possibly help ya out?" He stares at the food wistfully, thinking of old times. "And yeah, 'bout what ya said earlier, he was a good friend. Not the only good one either."
"I'll take ya, even if yer lower than the dust underneath anythin', can't be picky 'round here. Only concition is ya tell me 'bout them old friends a yers, this outlaw is a sucker fer a good story, and an emotional one." He quickly finishes the food "The kids need the food more than I do, their infinitely more important then this ol' legend."
Underneath his bandana, Kath seems to smile genuinely. "Alrighty, boss." Kath takes his coat and hat back off, hanging them up once more. He walks back into the kitchen, puttimg the apron back on, then uses his tail to grab various different items including food and seasonings. "I'll whip somethin' up for the yunguns if you'll call 'em in. But make sure they don't mess with my coat. That has some things in there I'd rather them not play 'round with." He lights the stove again, and begins his task of making a feast worthy for the kids inside the Draco. He hums while he does so. "Lemme finish this up real quick, and I'll tell ya all 'bout my friends, just as promised.
*I got to go, but I think that’s a good place to end it, considering I know the story, later dude. Have a good one.*
"He may've been justa robot, but he was a good friend." He continues to stir the eggs and pieces of meat until they're both fully cooked. Without using a mitt or anything, he grabs the pan of meat and uses his spatula to scrape it onto the finished eggs, which he had put onto a plate just moments before. He hands the plate and a fork to Deadeye, then takes off his apron. "Go on, dig in."
He takes the food, sitting at the bar and doing as he said digging into the amazingly made meal "Thank ya pardner. Musta been a good friend o' yers."
He hangs the apron back up, puts out the fire with a flick of his wrist, and goes to retrieve his hat and duster, putting them back on. "So, ya need a cook, huh? Would ya ever consider this lower-than-the-dust-on-yer-boots outlaw ta help ya possibly help ya out?" He stares at the food wistfully, thinking of old times. "And yeah, 'bout what ya said earlier, he was a good friend. Not the only good one either."
"I'll take ya, even if yer lower than the dust underneath anythin', can't be picky 'round here. Only concition is ya tell me 'bout them old friends a yers, this outlaw is a sucker fer a good story, and an emotional one." He quickly finishes the food "The kids need the food more than I do, their infinitely more important then this ol' legend."
Underneath his bandana, Kath seems to smile genuinely. "Alrighty, boss." Kath takes his coat and hat back off, hanging them up once more. He walks back into the kitchen, puttimg the apron back on, then uses his tail to grab various different items including food and seasonings. "I'll whip somethin' up for the yunguns if you'll call 'em in. But make sure they don't mess with my coat. That has some things in there I'd rather them not play 'round with." He lights the stove again, and begins his task of making a feast worthy for the kids inside the Draco. He hums while he does so. "Lemme finish this up real quick, and I'll tell ya all 'bout my friends, just as promised.
*I got to go, but I think that’s a good place to end it, considering I know the story, later dude. Have a good one.*
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"He may've been justa robot, but he was a good friend." He continues to stir the eggs and pieces of meat until they're both fully cooked. Without using a mitt or anything, he grabs the pan of meat and uses his spatula to scrape it onto the finished eggs, which he had put onto a plate just moments before. He hands the plate and a fork to Deadeye, then takes off his apron. "Go on, dig in."
He takes the food, sitting at the bar and doing as he said digging into the amazingly made meal "Thank ya pardner. Musta been a good friend o' yers."
He hangs the apron back up, puts out the fire with a flick of his wrist, and goes to retrieve his hat and duster, putting them back on. "So, ya need a cook, huh? Would ya ever consider this lower-than-the-dust-on-yer-boots outlaw ta help ya possibly help ya out?" He stares at the food wistfully, thinking of old times. "And yeah, 'bout what ya said earlier, he was a good friend. Not the only good one either."
"I'll take ya, even if yer lower than the dust underneath anythin', can't be picky 'round here. Only concition is ya tell me 'bout them old friends a yers, this outlaw is a sucker fer a good story, and an emotional one." He quickly finishes the food "The kids need the food more than I do, their infinitely more important then this ol' legend."
Underneath his bandana, Kath seems to smile genuinely. "Alrighty, boss." Kath takes his coat and hat back off, hanging them up once more. He walks back into the kitchen, puttimg the apron back on, then uses his tail to grab various different items including food and seasonings. "I'll whip somethin' up for the yunguns if you'll call 'em in. But make sure they don't mess with my coat. That has some things in there I'd rather them not play 'round with." He lights the stove again, and begins his task of making a feast worthy for the kids inside the Draco. He hums while he does so. "Lemme finish this up real quick, and I'll tell ya all 'bout my friends, just as promised.
*I got to go, but I think that’s a good place to end it, considering I know the story, later dude. Have a good one.*
"He may've been justa robot, but he was a good friend." He continues to stir the eggs and pieces of meat until they're both fully cooked. Without using a mitt or anything, he grabs the pan of meat and uses his spatula to scrape it onto the finished eggs, which he had put onto a plate just moments before. He hands the plate and a fork to Deadeye, then takes off his apron. "Go on, dig in."
He takes the food, sitting at the bar and doing as he said digging into the amazingly made meal "Thank ya pardner. Musta been a good friend o' yers."
He hangs the apron back up, puts out the fire with a flick of his wrist, and goes to retrieve his hat and duster, putting them back on. "So, ya need a cook, huh? Would ya ever consider this lower-than-the-dust-on-yer-boots outlaw ta help ya possibly help ya out?" He stares at the food wistfully, thinking of old times. "And yeah, 'bout what ya said earlier, he was a good friend. Not the only good one either."
"I'll take ya, even if yer lower than the dust underneath anythin', can't be picky 'round here. Only concition is ya tell me 'bout them old friends a yers, this outlaw is a sucker fer a good story, and an emotional one." He quickly finishes the food "The kids need the food more than I do, their infinitely more important then this ol' legend."
Underneath his bandana, Kath seems to smile genuinely. "Alrighty, boss." Kath takes his coat and hat back off, hanging them up once more. He walks back into the kitchen, puttimg the apron back on, then uses his tail to grab various different items including food and seasonings. "I'll whip somethin' up for the yunguns if you'll call 'em in. But make sure they don't mess with my coat. That has some things in there I'd rather them not play 'round with." He lights the stove again, and begins his task of making a feast worthy for the kids inside the Draco. He hums while he does so. "Lemme finish this up real quick, and I'll tell ya all 'bout my friends, just as promised.
*I got to go, but I think that’s a good place to end it, considering I know the story, later dude. Have a good one.*
(See ya, J-man. Continue this tomorrow?)
*Sure thing dude, have the best one you can.*
(Night!)
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"He may've been justa robot, but he was a good friend." He continues to stir the eggs and pieces of meat until they're both fully cooked. Without using a mitt or anything, he grabs the pan of meat and uses his spatula to scrape it onto the finished eggs, which he had put onto a plate just moments before. He hands the plate and a fork to Deadeye, then takes off his apron. "Go on, dig in."
He takes the food, sitting at the bar and doing as he said digging into the amazingly made meal "Thank ya pardner. Musta been a good friend o' yers."
He hangs the apron back up, puts out the fire with a flick of his wrist, and goes to retrieve his hat and duster, putting them back on. "So, ya need a cook, huh? Would ya ever consider this lower-than-the-dust-on-yer-boots outlaw ta help ya possibly help ya out?" He stares at the food wistfully, thinking of old times. "And yeah, 'bout what ya said earlier, he was a good friend. Not the only good one either."
"I'll take ya, even if yer lower than the dust underneath anythin', can't be picky 'round here. Only concition is ya tell me 'bout them old friends a yers, this outlaw is a sucker fer a good story, and an emotional one." He quickly finishes the food "The kids need the food more than I do, their infinitely more important then this ol' legend."
Underneath his bandana, Kath seems to smile genuinely. "Alrighty, boss." Kath takes his coat and hat back off, hanging them up once more. He walks back into the kitchen, puttimg the apron back on, then uses his tail to grab various different items including food and seasonings. "I'll whip somethin' up for the yunguns if you'll call 'em in. But make sure they don't mess with my coat. That has some things in there I'd rather them not play 'round with." He lights the stove again, and begins his task of making a feast worthy for the kids inside the Draco. He hums while he does so. "Lemme finish this up real quick, and I'll tell ya all 'bout my friends, just as promised.
He nods, walking outside to get all the kids, walking back in with a large group of children following him. Most of them aging around younger teenage years, them sitting around the bar, while Deadeye sits at the counter, putting the whiskey back on the wall. He also puts out his smoke, trying to look at least a little responsible “These yungins are real rascals, all of ‘em tryin’ to end up outlaws, an’ I couldn’t tell ya why.”
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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"And the other thing?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Kath eyes the toast, seemingly not in the mood for roasted bread. "Ya mind if I come back there an' whip somethin' up? I got some experience with cookin' by watchin' an ol' friend'a mine."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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He nods "You could come in here if yer tryin' to show me exactly how it's done." He says, opening the door to the kitchen "Sorry 'bout that, I ain't as good as I'd like to be, this is the best I can do fer the kids."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I'll try an' show ya the best that I can." He removes his duster and hat, hanging them on an invisible force in the air that seems to appear out of nowhere. His usually covered head can now be seen, revealing long black hair pulled into a small bun and large, slicked-back horns. He walks behind the bar, putting on an apron if he can find one, then grabbing a skillet, some eggs, a container of salt, and a slab of meat, as well as various other ingredients. "Not sure how you're gonna see me do this, but I'm sure ya have a way."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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"Cause I got a way, you seem to really know what yer doin'. Who taught ya how to do this?" He says, tapping his foot with every movement he can't hear Kath make, seeing through the sound around the room.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"A robot with a face made'a liquid an' a habit for smokin'." He chuckles as he snaps his fingers, lighting a small flame that dances along his fingertips, which he uses to light the cookstove. He procedes to crack the eggs, placing them in the skillet and grabbing a spatula to stir them after placing the skillet on top of the stove. He waves his free hand and a large pan floats to it, which he also places on the stove. He takes one of his knives out of its sheathe, and uses it to chop the meat up. He tosses it into the pan, then grabs a bottle of oil out of thin air, putting some in the meat, which begins sizzle loudly. He takes some salt and sprinkles it on both items, then takes some seasoning to the meat. "Were ya able ta keep up with that?" he says, turning back to look at Deadeye while wiping a bead of liquid fire from his brow.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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He has lowered his glasses, deeply impressed by the cooking skills "We we're lookin' fer someone who can cook, an' you learned all that from some robot? Ain't that somethin'." He's nothing but surprised, "I'm keepin' up, but really, that's somethin' special."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"He may've been justa robot, but he was a good friend." He continues to stir the eggs and pieces of meat until they're both fully cooked. Without using a mitt or anything, he grabs the pan of meat and uses his spatula to scrape it onto the finished eggs, which he had put onto a plate just moments before. He hands the plate and a fork to Deadeye, then takes off his apron. "Go on, dig in."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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He takes the food, sitting at the bar and doing as he said digging into the amazingly made meal "Thank ya pardner. Musta been a good friend o' yers."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(*eye twitches* So... many... typos and... grammar errors...)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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He hangs the apron back up, puts out the fire with a flick of his wrist, and goes to retrieve his hat and duster, putting them back on. "So, ya need a cook, huh? Would ya ever consider this lower-than-the-dust-on-yer-boots outlaw ta possibly help ya out?" He stares at the food wistfully, thinking of old times. "And yeah, 'bout what ya said earlier, he was a good friend. Not the only good one either."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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"I'll take ya, even if yer lower than the dust underneath anythin', can't be picky 'round here. Only concition is ya tell me 'bout them old friends a yers, this outlaw is a sucker fer a good story, and an emotional one." He quickly finishes the food "The kids need the food more than I do, their infinitely more important then this ol' legend."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Underneath his bandana, Kath seems to smile genuinely. "Alrighty, boss." Kath takes his coat and hat back off, hanging them up once more. He walks back into the kitchen, puttimg the apron back on, then uses his tail to grab various different items including food and seasonings. "I'll whip somethin' up for the yunguns if you'll call 'em in. But make sure they don't mess with my coat. That has some things in there I'd rather them not play 'round with." He lights the stove again, and begins his task of making a feast worthy for the kids inside the Draco. He hums while he does so. "Lemme finish this up real quick, and I'll tell ya all 'bout my friends, just as promised.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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*I got to go, but I think that’s a good place to end it, considering I know the story, later dude. Have a good one.*
(See ya, J-man. Continue this tomorrow?)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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*Sure thing dude, have the best one you can.*
(Night!)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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He nods, walking outside to get all the kids, walking back in with a large group of children following him. Most of them aging around younger teenage years, them sitting around the bar, while Deadeye sits at the counter, putting the whiskey back on the wall. He also puts out his smoke, trying to look at least a little responsible “These yungins are real rascals, all of ‘em tryin’ to end up outlaws, an’ I couldn’t tell ya why.”
"Sure."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose