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Des walks into the thread, a big frown on his face. “im so edgy and angry!” he declares, and then finds a dark corner to sit in where he could brood about his life.
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Des walks into the thread, a big frown on his face. “im so edgy and angry!” he declares, and then finds a dark corner to sit in where he could brood about his life.



Tanz, standing at 6 feet something with ripling muscles and immortal abs, and hair that is of a perect thickness to wear one of the hats she’s always wanted to wear, has a pumpkin spice latte on her hand and an anti angy weapon on the other.




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i'm so starved for cae rp i just decided to write a starter. bon appetit

The skies were rainy and grey, as if this were a tragedy rather than a comfortable ending to a series of horrific crimes. Specks of water drizzled from the sky, their intentions without malice or deceit, only to mix comfortably with the muddy filth upon the earth. It speaks to the tragedy of this world that mankind is much the same. For no child is born with an evil heart, yet the majority of men leave the world a pitiful sinner.

Sovana was a small, out of the way village in the westerly plains of Etruria. Farming hamlet that it was, it felt unsuitable for judging such a prolific traitor. Yet it was widely understood that if they attempted to transport him to the capital, then it was likely that he would cut all their throats and escape. If they intended to execute him at all, then they had to hold the trial immediately.

Lucius stood upon the wet podium and ignored the cold wetness that was beginning to accumulate at the back of his neck. His voice was dusty with disuse, but it grew stronger as he read out the charges.

“We have convened here so that the accused may stand trial according to the fair and equitable laws of the Republic of Etruria-Hadasht.”

A strong wind howled as it tore through the village square, drowning approximately half of his words out. Lucius clenched his teeth in order to prevent them from chattering. Whatever his desire for a hot bed and a mug of hot mead, he intended to see this through.

“He is accused of extorting members of the Senate, assassinating a representative of the tribune, and plotting conspiracies against the Republic.”

The magistrate squinted at the prisoner through the rain, his health poor and his clothes ragged even at this (safe) distance.

“What do you have to say in your defense?”

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Food. The mortal prerequisite, yet even the gods choose to eat. For living beings, it is a celebration of a moment, made ordinary by the frequency of death upon their existence. To consume and be alive for another day longer and satisfy the ill-tempered body being made to work for a continued survival. Food is simple joy. Food is proof of yearning. Food is…

“How do you feel about eggs? Yay or nay? Bread? Pasta?” The broad-shouldered man, equipped in heavy armor and a frying pan sword, lifts a crock pot above his head. Stripped tentacles jiggle by his hips, strapped around him in red ribbbons.

“Do you like spicy food?”


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Food. The mortal prerequisite, yet even the gods choose to eat. For living beings, it is a celebration of a moment, made ordinary by the frequency of death upon their existence. To consume and be alive for another day longer and satisfy the ill-tempered body being made to work for a continued survival. Food is simple joy. Food is proof of yearning. Food is…

“How do you feel about eggs? Yay or nay? Bread? Pasta?” The broad-shouldered man, equipped in heavy armor and a frying pan sword, lifts a crock pot above his head. Stripped tentacles jiggle by his hips, strapped around him in red ribbbons.

“Do you like spicy food?”


Dimos wrinkled his nose. Briefly, he wondered if the chef de cuisine in this goddess-forsaken place was trying to kill him. It was entirely possible, but there were easier methods than preparing an entire meal for him.

He's eaten leftover gristle before. Rotten cabbages when the alternative was starvation. Stale bread was once his treasure, a promise of another day. But at least all of those things didn't try to suffocate him with capsaicin. 

"I'm not picky. But hold the spice." Please.

He didn't stare at the tentacles because it was impolite. But it did make him feel woefully underdressed in the Elysian Fields. Shangri-la. El Dorado. Arcadia. Fiddler's Green. Whatever this was.
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Dimos wrinkled his nose. Briefly, he wondered if the chef de cuisine in this goddess-forsaken place was trying to kill him. It was entirely possible, but there were easier methods than preparing an entire meal for him.

He's eaten leftover gristle before. Rotten cabbages when the alternative was starvation. Stale bread was once his treasure, a promise of another day. But at least all of those things didn't try to suffocate him with capsaicin. 

"I'm not picky. But hold the spice." Please.

He didn't stare at the tentacles because it was impolite. But it did make him feel woefully underdressed in the Elysian Fields. Shangri-la. El Dorado. Arcadia. Fiddler's Green. Whatever this was.

”Oh,” the man replies, a mild confusion spreading on his dirt-spotched face. Thin stretches of scars like palm lines peer beneath curly brown hair. “Why? Does it make you fart?”

It’s a question he considers inmediately resolved by the way he nods and grins, setting the crock pot down, clearing small rocks and branches with a sweep of his foot.

“It be like that. DW, I wasn’t planning on making one. Just curious cus everyone’s real different when it comes to spicy food.”


【 POKEMON EVOLUTION: TERRORS 】
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"...Ah! If you don't mind my intrusion," a voice pipes up, from a few paces north. Hands neatly folded within her lap, she offers the two of them a small wave; although boasting little to speak of in terms of presence, she's already comfortably seated herself amidst the grass, as if she's been present here much more than a few minutes' time.

The young woman carries herself gracefully, nodding towards the two strangers with an enigmatic smile— but the streaks of dirt strewn across the hem of her dress, vibrant colors having long faded, tell a tale longer than that of a purple-blooded princess. For someone of her condition, a hoarseness present in the back of her throat as she raises her voice to speak again, a passer-by's meal is hardly anything to scoff at.

"If you've something spicy he can't eat, I'd gladly volunteer." A sideways glance, this time given to Dimos, pairs itself with a raised eyebrow— If you're so ungrateful, there are people here who'd give an arm and a leg for your leftovers.

Either way, she's still smiling.



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"...Ah! If you don't mind my intrusion," a voice pipes up, from a few paces north. Hands neatly folded within her lap, she offers the two of them a small wave; although boasting little to speak of in terms of presence, she's already comfortably seated herself amidst the grass, as if she's been present here much more than a few minutes' time.

The young woman carries herself gracefully, nodding towards the two strangers with an enigmatic smile— but the streaks of dirt strewn across the hem of her dress, vibrant colors having long faded, tell a tale longer than that of a purple-blooded princess. For someone of her condition, a hoarseness present in the back of her throat as she raises her voice to speak again, a passer-by's meal is hardly anything to scoff at.

"If you've something spicy he can't eat, I'd gladly volunteer." A sideways glance, this time given to Dimos, pairs itself with a raised eyebrow— If you're so ungrateful, there are people here who'd give an arm and a leg for your leftovers.

Either way, she's still smiling.





Chat, is this really what we're doing?

Discussing spice?

By the corner, a young woman's nose scrunches up as her fingers dance through a screen. The sound of a man dying echoes from her device, to the room, and with it — the swing of a sword. Full points, baby.

"S'long as it's not Monster mixed with the shitty uni caf's espresso at 2am, it can't be that bad," she mumbles, her words wise with expsrience. "It's food. In the French revolution, people would've killed for that." Sorry not sorry Marie Antoinette.

Link dies again in her screen, and she frowns.

"Saving Hyrule's tough work."



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Chat, is this really what we're doing?

Discussing spice?

By the corner, a young woman's nose scrunches up as her fingers dance through a screen. The sound of a man dying echoes from her device, to the room, and with it — the swing of a sword. Full points, baby.

"S'long as it's not Monster mixed with the shitty uni caf's espresso at 2am, it can't be that bad," she mumbles, her words wise with expsrience. "It's food. In the French revolution, people would've killed for that." Sorry not sorry Marie Antoinette.

Link dies again in her screen, and she frowns.

"Saving Hyrule's tough work."


"Hyrule?""

That enigmatic softness returns to her face, as the woman tilts her head in confusion— Alice Oxalis, green-eyed and ever-curious, regards the distant mumbling with a small laugh. Her ire, brief as it was, appears to have been reserved solely for their more ungrateful of guests.

Raising from her seat, she primly leans down to dust off the edges of her dress, although the fabric's nonetheless grass-stained. It's been that way for a long while, the way the gentle green color's been dyed into the seams.

"If your land of Hyrule is as wonderfully turbulent as this world, I should hope you stop and enjoy it for a little while. Perfection breeds complacency, and complacency leads to a poor attitude over dinner." It's accompanied by a curtsy, albeit quite clumsily. "Really, I feel as if I've been running for my life all day— it leads to quite the appreciation for one's evening tea."
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"Hyrule?""

That enigmatic softness returns to her face, as the woman tilts her head in confusion— Alice Oxalis, green-eyed and ever-curious, regards the distant mumbling with a small laugh. Her ire, brief as it was, appears to have been reserved solely for their more ungrateful of guests.

Raising from her seat, she primly leans down to dust off the edges of her dress, although the fabric's nonetheless grass-stained. It's been that way for a long while, the way the gentle green color's been dyed into the seams.

"If your land of Hyrule is as wonderfully turbulent as this world, I should hope you stop and enjoy it for a little while. Perfection breeds complacency, and complacency leads to a poor attitude over dinner." It's accompanied by a curtsy, albeit quite clumsily. "Really, I feel as if I've been running for my life all day— it leads to quite the appreciation for one's evening tea."


With chatter fluttering by their group, their own personal zone seems mighty larger than the serendipity of the fields extending around them. The man is happy with the tune of back and forth. Yes, this is exactly what chat is about. The mundane nonsense only afforded by the humble and meek mortals of peace.

He spreads bottles of syrups, herbs and sauces; packages of cheese, cream cheese, minotaur cheese (*censored protagonist face*: "They let me milk a minotaur!"). Then, he tugs the ribbons around his waist and lays the stripped tentacles on a makeshift cutting board - very clean and sterile; cut from an oar that's waded through the Seas of Envious Annahilation AKA the έντερα του λεβιάθαν. Naturally, what comes next is the brandishing of a silver, polished kitchen knife. He leans forward and lines up the knife.

He cuts it in small, bite-sizes pieces. Slowly. He's afraid of cutting himself :(


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