The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Claw approaches the Conferencier.
They drop the pieces of broken glass, switching them out for several silver daggers. He stands up, leaning over the edge and waving to Claw with a free hand. How… is he juggling with only one hand?
“Why hello there!” Claw calls. He’s riding a horse, one that’s blind in one eye.
“Oh, hello there! You smell familiar. Like a certain little birdie!” He drops down, balancing on a rotted fencepost on one leg.
He frowns. “Yes, I am one of Correlion’s.”
“Ah, Me and Correlion are very good friends! They try to avoid me and I harass them constantly! I think they’ve grown to tolerate my jests.”
“You harassed my friend?”
“Yes. Repeatedly. Though, they are the one who comes to my Cabaret constantly, so perhaps it does not bother them as much as it seems it does!”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Malrick walks up. He is translucent, and has a haunted look in his eyes, but aside from that he appears to be back to normal.
"Nice to see you again."
“Ah! The king without much of a kingdom has returned from the dead? Tell me, how was it down there, in double hell?” He cackles, adding another object to his juggling routine.
"I do not remember, it was a strange place I was in, drifting through time. How are you?"
“I am simply Marvelous! I am now the owner of a most- eh, what is the word? Ah yes, Splendid! I am the owner of a most Splendid layer!”
"Fantastic! I can't wait to visit. I have urgent manners to attend to then we I must see your layer."
“Oooh, what urgent matters?”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Claw approaches the Conferencier.
They drop the pieces of broken glass, switching them out for several silver daggers. He stands up, leaning over the edge and waving to Claw with a free hand. How… is he juggling with only one hand?
“Why hello there!” Claw calls. He’s riding a horse, one that’s blind in one eye.
“Oh, hello there! You smell familiar. Like a certain little birdie!” He drops down, balancing on a rotted fencepost on one leg.
He frowns. “Yes, I am one of Correlion’s.”
“Ah, Me and Correlion are very good friends! They try to avoid me and I harass them constantly! I think they’ve grown to tolerate my jests.”
“You harassed my friend?”
“Yes. Repeatedly. Though, they are the one who comes to my Cabaret constantly, so perhaps it does not bother them as much as it seems it does!”
“I’m sure it does bother them.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Malrick walks up. He is translucent, and has a haunted look in his eyes, but aside from that he appears to be back to normal.
"Nice to see you again."
“Ah! The king without much of a kingdom has returned from the dead? Tell me, how was it down there, in double hell?” He cackles, adding another object to his juggling routine.
"I do not remember, it was a strange place I was in, drifting through time. How are you?"
“I am simply Marvelous! I am now the owner of a most- eh, what is the word? Ah yes, Splendid! I am the owner of a most Splendid layer!”
"Fantastic! I can't wait to visit. I have urgent manners to attend to then we I must see your layer."
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Claw approaches the Conferencier.
They drop the pieces of broken glass, switching them out for several silver daggers. He stands up, leaning over the edge and waving to Claw with a free hand. How… is he juggling with only one hand?
“Why hello there!” Claw calls. He’s riding a horse, one that’s blind in one eye.
“Oh, hello there! You smell familiar. Like a certain little birdie!” He drops down, balancing on a rotted fencepost on one leg.
He frowns. “Yes, I am one of Correlion’s.”
“Ah, Me and Correlion are very good friends! They try to avoid me and I harass them constantly! I think they’ve grown to tolerate my jests.”
“You harassed my friend?”
“Yes. Repeatedly. Though, they are the one who comes to my Cabaret constantly, so perhaps it does not bother them as much as it seems it does!”
“I’m sure it does bother them.”
“Ah, well, I won’t stop doing it.”
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_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Malrick walks up. He is translucent, and has a haunted look in his eyes, but aside from that he appears to be back to normal.
"Nice to see you again."
“Ah! The king without much of a kingdom has returned from the dead? Tell me, how was it down there, in double hell?” He cackles, adding another object to his juggling routine.
"I do not remember, it was a strange place I was in, drifting through time. How are you?"
“I am simply Marvelous! I am now the owner of a most- eh, what is the word? Ah yes, Splendid! I am the owner of a most Splendid layer!”
"Fantastic! I can't wait to visit. I have urgent manners to attend to then we I must see your layer."
“Oooh, what urgent matters?”
"Our safety and lives."
“Oohohoho, tell me more, little king!”
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_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Mushisama is crushing berries with a mortar woven from wood and stone pestle, a line of ants carrying and placing more in the bowl at the same time.
Grimm attempts to steal some berries from the line of ants.
Mushisama pretends to not notice at first. After they steal about 10 or so, he finally acknowledges them. “You are aware some of these belong to the ants and will be returned to feed their families?”
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Claw approaches the Conferencier.
They drop the pieces of broken glass, switching them out for several silver daggers. He stands up, leaning over the edge and waving to Claw with a free hand. How… is he juggling with only one hand?
“Why hello there!” Claw calls. He’s riding a horse, one that’s blind in one eye.
“Oh, hello there! You smell familiar. Like a certain little birdie!” He drops down, balancing on a rotted fencepost on one leg.
He frowns. “Yes, I am one of Correlion’s.”
“Ah, Me and Correlion are very good friends! They try to avoid me and I harass them constantly! I think they’ve grown to tolerate my jests.”
“You harassed my friend?”
“Yes. Repeatedly. Though, they are the one who comes to my Cabaret constantly, so perhaps it does not bother them as much as it seems it does!”
“I’m sure it does bother them.”
“Ah, well, I won’t stop doing it.”
“And why is that?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Claw approaches the Conferencier.
They drop the pieces of broken glass, switching them out for several silver daggers. He stands up, leaning over the edge and waving to Claw with a free hand. How… is he juggling with only one hand?
“Why hello there!” Claw calls. He’s riding a horse, one that’s blind in one eye.
“Oh, hello there! You smell familiar. Like a certain little birdie!” He drops down, balancing on a rotted fencepost on one leg.
He frowns. “Yes, I am one of Correlion’s.”
“Ah, Me and Correlion are very good friends! They try to avoid me and I harass them constantly! I think they’ve grown to tolerate my jests.”
“You harassed my friend?”
“Yes. Repeatedly. Though, they are the one who comes to my Cabaret constantly, so perhaps it does not bother them as much as it seems it does!”
“I’m sure it does bother them.”
“Ah, well, I won’t stop doing it.”
“And why is that?”
“Because it’s fun.” He says nonchalantly, adding two more daggers into the routine.
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_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Malrick walks up. He is translucent, and has a haunted look in his eyes, but aside from that he appears to be back to normal.
"Nice to see you again."
“Ah! The king without much of a kingdom has returned from the dead? Tell me, how was it down there, in double hell?” He cackles, adding another object to his juggling routine.
"I do not remember, it was a strange place I was in, drifting through time. How are you?"
“I am simply Marvelous! I am now the owner of a most- eh, what is the word? Ah yes, Splendid! I am the owner of a most Splendid layer!”
"Fantastic! I can't wait to visit. I have urgent manners to attend to then we I must see your layer."
“Oooh, what urgent matters?”
"Our safety and lives."
“Oohohoho, tell me more, little king!”
"Correlion isn't going to be happy about me coming back."
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Claw approaches the Conferencier.
They drop the pieces of broken glass, switching them out for several silver daggers. He stands up, leaning over the edge and waving to Claw with a free hand. How… is he juggling with only one hand?
“Why hello there!” Claw calls. He’s riding a horse, one that’s blind in one eye.
“Oh, hello there! You smell familiar. Like a certain little birdie!” He drops down, balancing on a rotted fencepost on one leg.
He frowns. “Yes, I am one of Correlion’s.”
“Ah, Me and Correlion are very good friends! They try to avoid me and I harass them constantly! I think they’ve grown to tolerate my jests.”
“You harassed my friend?”
“Yes. Repeatedly. Though, they are the one who comes to my Cabaret constantly, so perhaps it does not bother them as much as it seems it does!”
“I’m sure it does bother them.”
“Ah, well, I won’t stop doing it.”
“And why is that?”
“Because it’s fun.” He says nonchalantly, adding two more daggers into the routine.
“You realize Correlion could kill you?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Malrick is in a field in Profanus, he looks around the landscape in all directions.
Lysander is nearby in their forge.
Malrick walks up. "Greetings."
*Lysander be child.*
They look up. “Please don’t ask me to make something for you.” They sound tired.
"A smith? I do see how that would be tiresome. Especially for those who wish to overpower others. You should have some sort of service for them to offer you."
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Malrick walks up. He is translucent, and has a haunted look in his eyes, but aside from that he appears to be back to normal.
"Nice to see you again."
“Ah! The king without much of a kingdom has returned from the dead? Tell me, how was it down there, in double hell?” He cackles, adding another object to his juggling routine.
"I do not remember, it was a strange place I was in, drifting through time. How are you?"
“I am simply Marvelous! I am now the owner of a most- eh, what is the word? Ah yes, Splendid! I am the owner of a most Splendid layer!”
"Fantastic! I can't wait to visit. I have urgent manners to attend to then we I must see your layer."
“Oooh, what urgent matters?”
"Our safety and lives."
“Oohohoho, tell me more, little king!”
"Correlion isn't going to be happy about me coming back."
“Ah yes, well, that was a given. Maybe you should have thought about that before you came back to life!” He cackles. “Ah, I kid.”
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_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Claw approaches the Conferencier.
They drop the pieces of broken glass, switching them out for several silver daggers. He stands up, leaning over the edge and waving to Claw with a free hand. How… is he juggling with only one hand?
“Why hello there!” Claw calls. He’s riding a horse, one that’s blind in one eye.
“Oh, hello there! You smell familiar. Like a certain little birdie!” He drops down, balancing on a rotted fencepost on one leg.
He frowns. “Yes, I am one of Correlion’s.”
“Ah, Me and Correlion are very good friends! They try to avoid me and I harass them constantly! I think they’ve grown to tolerate my jests.”
“You harassed my friend?”
“Yes. Repeatedly. Though, they are the one who comes to my Cabaret constantly, so perhaps it does not bother them as much as it seems it does!”
“I’m sure it does bother them.”
“Ah, well, I won’t stop doing it.”
“And why is that?”
“Because it’s fun.” He says nonchalantly, adding two more daggers into the routine.
“You realize Correlion could kill you?”
"He could, but I made him swear not to harm my allies. That was my sacrifice."
The Conferencier is sat atop a ruined building in the twisted land of Profanus, legs crossed, juggling jagged pieces of broken glass. The entrance to the Cabaret is about a hundred feet away.
Claw approaches the Conferencier.
They drop the pieces of broken glass, switching them out for several silver daggers. He stands up, leaning over the edge and waving to Claw with a free hand. How… is he juggling with only one hand?
“Why hello there!” Claw calls. He’s riding a horse, one that’s blind in one eye.
“Oh, hello there! You smell familiar. Like a certain little birdie!” He drops down, balancing on a rotted fencepost on one leg.
He frowns. “Yes, I am one of Correlion’s.”
“Ah, Me and Correlion are very good friends! They try to avoid me and I harass them constantly! I think they’ve grown to tolerate my jests.”
“You harassed my friend?”
“Yes. Repeatedly. Though, they are the one who comes to my Cabaret constantly, so perhaps it does not bother them as much as it seems it does!”
“I’m sure it does bother them.”
“Ah, well, I won’t stop doing it.”
“And why is that?”
“Because it’s fun.” He says nonchalantly, adding two more daggers into the routine.
“You realize Correlion could kill you?”
He nods. “And he hasn’t. And he won’t.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“I’m sure it does bother them.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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Malrick is in a field in Profanus, he looks around the landscape in all directions.
"Our safety and lives."
Lysander is nearby in their forge.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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Malrick walks up. "Greetings."
“Ah, well, I won’t stop doing it.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Oohohoho, tell me more, little king!”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Mushisama pretends to not notice at first. After they steal about 10 or so, he finally acknowledges them. “You are aware some of these belong to the ants and will be returned to feed their families?”
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“And why is that?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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“Because it’s fun.” He says nonchalantly, adding two more daggers into the routine.
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_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"Correlion isn't going to be happy about me coming back."
“You realize Correlion could kill you?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
*Lysander be child.*
They look up. “Please don’t ask me to make something for you.” They sound tired.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"A smith? I do see how that would be tiresome. Especially for those who wish to overpower others. You should have some sort of service for them to offer you."
“Ah yes, well, that was a given. Maybe you should have thought about that before you came back to life!” He cackles. “Ah, I kid.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"He could, but I made him swear not to harm my allies. That was my sacrifice."
He nods. “And he hasn’t. And he won’t.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”