"Exactly! A group of people who can't leave and have very limited options! Just like where I grew up!" They reach into their bag, then stop and hold up their hands. "I need to calm down... Pulling out a fresh kill in a busy tavern... not a good move. Plus, I don't know if that stench is a toxin of some sort or just a noisome defense to deter predators. Either way, filling the place with it seems a poor move if I wish to make friends."
'The smell might be offputting, maybe you could mask it somehow? People might eat stuff that looks crazy, but if it smells off, no self-respecting customer is going to bother'
"You are once again correct! But as this is brand new, I haven't been able to experiment with it. Marination would be a start though..." He stands up and begins to pace, tugging at his gloves as if the take them off, then pulling them back on tight.
'What is the dish made of?'
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"You are once again correct! But as this is brand new, I haven't been able to experiment with it. Marination would be a start though..." He stands up and begins to pace, tugging at his gloves as if the take them off, then pulling them back on tight.
'What is the dish made of?'
"Not sure yet. I'm starting with what I believe to be a form of Dretch." He slides over to where Zeke stands. "The spirits love human food, but it's even better if it's made of other spirits. Thus my sub-vocation as an exorcist."
"You are once again correct! But as this is brand new, I haven't been able to experiment with it. Marination would be a start though..." He stands up and begins to pace, tugging at his gloves as if the take them off, then pulling them back on tight.
'What is the dish made of?'
"Not sure yet. I'm starting with what I believe to be a form of Dretch." He slides over to where Zeke stands. "The spirits love human food, but it's even better if it's made of other spirits. Thus my sub-vocation as an exorcist."
'Dretch? What's that? Can't say I've heard of it, I'm not exactly from these parts. I'm writing a travel guide for Wayfayrers'
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"Not sure yet. I'm starting with what I believe to be a form of Dretch." He slides over to where Zeke stands. "The spirits love human food, but it's even better if it's made of other spirits. Thus my sub-vocation as an exorcist."
'Dretch? What's that? Can't say I've heard of it, I'm not exactly from these parts. I'm writing a travel guide for Wayfayrers'
"Category of lesser impure spirit. Grab a shotgun and it'll go down easy. However, I dislike firearms, as they're loud and can damage the meat through stress, powder burns, bullet fragments, etc." He draws out a large pocket knife. "My go-to. I have heavier ordinance, obviously, but why make a statement when no one's there to scream?" He folds up the relatively unimpressive weapon and conceals it once more.
"Not sure yet. I'm starting with what I believe to be a form of Dretch." He slides over to where Zeke stands. "The spirits love human food, but it's even better if it's made of other spirits. Thus my sub-vocation as an exorcist."
'Dretch? What's that? Can't say I've heard of it, I'm not exactly from these parts. I'm writing a travel guide for Wayfayrers'
"Category of lesser impure spirit. Grab a shotgun and it'll go down easy. However, I dislike firearms, as they're loud and can damage the meat through stress, powder burns, bullet fragments, etc." He draws out a large pocket knife. "My go-to. I have heavier ordinance, obviously, but why make a statement when no one's there to scream?" He folds up the relatively unimpressive weapon and conceals it once more.
'Very very interesting. An ever-growing form of art, spirit harvesting, isn't it? The true cutting edge. Maybe one day we'll finally crack the code of what makes souls tick. Maybe you are already doing so'
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"Category of lesser impure spirit. Grab a shotgun and it'll go down easy. However, I dislike firearms, as they're loud and can damage the meat through stress, powder burns, bullet fragments, etc." He draws out a large pocket knife. "My go-to. I have heavier ordinance, obviously, but why make a statement when no one's there to scream?" He folds up the relatively unimpressive weapon and conceals it once more.
'Very very interesting. An ever-growing form of art, spirit harvesting, isn't it? The true cutting edge. Maybe one day we'll finally crack the code of what makes souls tick. Maybe you are already doing so'
"Not my field, exactly. Most creatures that cause spiritual disruption are spiritual in nature, so carving them up on its own gives me their souls. There's no point in harvesting the soul of a normal animal. My mother taught me that. It wasn't a pleasant lesson." He chuckles and spreads his arms, leaning against a table. "They tend to... burst..."
"Category of lesser impure spirit. Grab a shotgun and it'll go down easy. However, I dislike firearms, as they're loud and can damage the meat through stress, powder burns, bullet fragments, etc." He draws out a large pocket knife. "My go-to. I have heavier ordinance, obviously, but why make a statement when no one's there to scream?" He folds up the relatively unimpressive weapon and conceals it once more.
'Very very interesting. An ever-growing form of art, spirit harvesting, isn't it? The true cutting edge. Maybe one day we'll finally crack the code of what makes souls tick. Maybe you are already doing so'
"Not my field, exactly. Most creatures that cause spiritual disruption are spiritual in nature, so carving them up on its own gives me their souls. There's no point in harvesting the soul of a normal animal. My mother taught me that. It wasn't a pleasant lesson." He chuckles and spreads his arms, leaning against a table. "They tend to... burst..."
'That makes a sort of sense. Do they taste good?'
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"Not my field, exactly. Most creatures that cause spiritual disruption are spiritual in nature, so carving them up on its own gives me their souls. There's no point in harvesting the soul of a normal animal. My mother taught me that. It wasn't a pleasant lesson." He chuckles and spreads his arms, leaning against a table. "They tend to... burst..."
'That makes a sort of sense. Do they taste good?'
"No." He answers quickly. "But they can be eaten, and even enjoyed if prepared properly. The closest mundane experience I could even theoretically compare it to is alcohol. On its own, it's not pleasant, and it will poison you. However, it can be... I struggle to find an appropriate word... not exactly pleasant, but acceptable. To mortals, at least. To spirits, it's apparently very different. Still better prepared."
"Not my field, exactly. Most creatures that cause spiritual disruption are spiritual in nature, so carving them up on its own gives me their souls. There's no point in harvesting the soul of a normal animal. My mother taught me that. It wasn't a pleasant lesson." He chuckles and spreads his arms, leaning against a table. "They tend to... burst..."
'That makes a sort of sense. Do they taste good?'
"No." He answers quickly. "But they can be eaten, and even enjoyed if prepared properly. The closest mundane experience I could even theoretically compare it to is alcohol. On its own, it's not pleasant, and it will poison you. However, it can be... I struggle to find an appropriate word... not exactly pleasant, but acceptable. To mortals, at least. To spirits, it's apparently very different. Still better prepared."
'Naturally. There many of them here?'
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A bored young strugel in a white suit enters the Sweet Tooth. He has gold markings, and his clothes are both wrinkled and stained. Overall, he looks kind of like an overpaid slob.
He looks up at the barkeeper, then climbs onto a barstool. "Hello, sir. May I have some eggs?"
A bored young strugel in a white suit enters the Sweet Tooth. He has gold markings, and his clothes are both wrinkled and stained. Overall, he looks kind of like an overpaid slob.
He looks up at the barkeeper, then climbs onto a barstool. "Hello, sir. May I have some eggs?"
'Eggs? What kind of eggs? You want regular ones, or something a little more exotic?'
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A bored young strugel in a white suit enters the Sweet Tooth. He has gold markings, and his clothes are both wrinkled and stained. Overall, he looks kind of like an overpaid slob.
He looks up at the barkeeper, then climbs onto a barstool. "Hello, sir. May I have some eggs?"
'Eggs? What kind of eggs? You want regular ones, or something a little more exotic?'
"Whatever is local." He replies calmly. "Nothing powdered, nothing frozen, nothing imported. Just four fried eggs." He speaks slowly and deliberately, as if he were having a hard time coming up with the right words.
*apple turnover. Ok guys I swear on my life I will start rp'ing here at some point, I have some quizzes and I'm going to a party today, but either tomorrow or just sometime this week I am getting on this thread because it looks extremely cool and I want to rp for once. I give you my word.*
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A bored young strugel in a white suit enters the Sweet Tooth. He has gold markings, and his clothes are both wrinkled and stained. Overall, he looks kind of like an overpaid slob.
He looks up at the barkeeper, then climbs onto a barstool. "Hello, sir. May I have some eggs?"
'Eggs? What kind of eggs? You want regular ones, or something a little more exotic?'
"Whatever is local." He replies calmly. "Nothing powdered, nothing frozen, nothing imported. Just four fried eggs." He speaks slowly and deliberately, as if he were having a hard time coming up with the right words.
'Sure. Four fried scaleraptor eggs, coming right up. Won't get any fresher than that, they farm them in the marshes nearby'
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"Whatever is local." He replies calmly. "Nothing powdered, nothing frozen, nothing imported. Just four fried eggs." He speaks slowly and deliberately, as if he were having a hard time coming up with the right words.
'Sure. Four fried scaleraptor eggs, coming right up. Won't get any fresher than that, they farm them in the marshes nearby'
"Thank you very much, sir." He rests his chubby face on the bar and sighs quietly.
"Whatever is local." He replies calmly. "Nothing powdered, nothing frozen, nothing imported. Just four fried eggs." He speaks slowly and deliberately, as if he were having a hard time coming up with the right words.
'Sure. Four fried scaleraptor eggs, coming right up. Won't get any fresher than that, they farm them in the marshes nearby'
"Thank you very much, sir." He rests his chubby face on the bar and sighs quietly.
'You good there?' The guy sat next to him asks, a long-haired guy in a black suit
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"Thank you very much, sir." He rests his chubby face on the bar and sighs quietly.
'You good there?' The guy sat next to him asks, a long-haired guy in a black suit
"Yeah. I just..." He sighs, this time more exasperated than bored. "I tried painting, but my dad found it and threw it in the fire. It was a bird. I mean, it wasn't great, but it didn't deserve to be-"
He takes a deep breath. "I apologize, I didn't mean to vent."
"Thank you very much, sir." He rests his chubby face on the bar and sighs quietly.
'You good there?' The guy sat next to him asks, a long-haired guy in a black suit
"Yeah. I just..." He sighs, this time more exasperated than bored. "I tried painting, but my dad found it and threw it in the fire. It was a bird. I mean, it wasn't great, but it didn't deserve to be-"
He takes a deep breath. "I apologize, I didn't mean to vent."
'Nah, not a problem. That sucks, kid. I bet it was a good picture'
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'What is the dish made of?'
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"Not sure yet. I'm starting with what I believe to be a form of Dretch." He slides over to where Zeke stands. "The spirits love human food, but it's even better if it's made of other spirits. Thus my sub-vocation as an exorcist."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Dretch? What's that? Can't say I've heard of it, I'm not exactly from these parts. I'm writing a travel guide for Wayfayrers'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Category of lesser impure spirit. Grab a shotgun and it'll go down easy. However, I dislike firearms, as they're loud and can damage the meat through stress, powder burns, bullet fragments, etc." He draws out a large pocket knife. "My go-to. I have heavier ordinance, obviously, but why make a statement when no one's there to scream?" He folds up the relatively unimpressive weapon and conceals it once more.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Very very interesting. An ever-growing form of art, spirit harvesting, isn't it? The true cutting edge. Maybe one day we'll finally crack the code of what makes souls tick. Maybe you are already doing so'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Not my field, exactly. Most creatures that cause spiritual disruption are spiritual in nature, so carving them up on its own gives me their souls. There's no point in harvesting the soul of a normal animal. My mother taught me that. It wasn't a pleasant lesson." He chuckles and spreads his arms, leaning against a table. "They tend to... burst..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'That makes a sort of sense. Do they taste good?'
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"No." He answers quickly. "But they can be eaten, and even enjoyed if prepared properly. The closest mundane experience I could even theoretically compare it to is alcohol. On its own, it's not pleasant, and it will poison you. However, it can be... I struggle to find an appropriate word... not exactly pleasant, but acceptable. To mortals, at least. To spirits, it's apparently very different. Still better prepared."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Naturally. There many of them here?'
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*Wanna start a new RP instead?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*yeah!*
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*Awesome!*
A bored young strugel in a white suit enters the Sweet Tooth. He has gold markings, and his clothes are both wrinkled and stained. Overall, he looks kind of like an overpaid slob.
He looks up at the barkeeper, then climbs onto a barstool. "Hello, sir. May I have some eggs?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Eggs? What kind of eggs? You want regular ones, or something a little more exotic?'
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"Whatever is local." He replies calmly. "Nothing powdered, nothing frozen, nothing imported. Just four fried eggs." He speaks slowly and deliberately, as if he were having a hard time coming up with the right words.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*apple turnover. Ok guys I swear on my life I will start rp'ing here at some point, I have some quizzes and I'm going to a party today, but either tomorrow or just sometime this week I am getting on this thread because it looks extremely cool and I want to rp for once. I give you my word.*
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'Sure. Four fried scaleraptor eggs, coming right up. Won't get any fresher than that, they farm them in the marshes nearby'
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"Thank you very much, sir." He rests his chubby face on the bar and sighs quietly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'You good there?' The guy sat next to him asks, a long-haired guy in a black suit
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"Yeah. I just..." He sighs, this time more exasperated than bored. "I tried painting, but my dad found it and threw it in the fire. It was a bird. I mean, it wasn't great, but it didn't deserve to be-"
He takes a deep breath. "I apologize, I didn't mean to vent."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Nah, not a problem. That sucks, kid. I bet it was a good picture'
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