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The dish he's working on right now is Pork Cutlets :P I'll come up with a couple more dishes too :P
Sorry, I must warn you I have dyslexia so using the wrong word happens and it passes right by me if I don't go back and read what I've written beyond spell checking. I'm sorry it bugs you, and I will do my best to keep my disorder in check.
Yeah, they're there to kill the hawker and as many sellers as they can, and liberate the slaves.
Well, he/she could only come on once a day, and if that's the case, no response will come for another. . . Around 18 hours :P
Yeah, they're there to kill the hawker and as many sellers as they can, and liberate the slaves.
Well, he/she could only come on once a day, and if that's the case, no response will come for another. . . Around 18 hours :P
Ah HAH! I figured out my mental block with this. The second figure is your character, not a second mini necro. Remember, I'm suppose to catch up with yer guy as he delivers the body to the mini necros? It's why he called him "My lord" And we aren't in a big room, we're in a small underground hall. It's an awesome scene though :P But I think we both got a little mixed up :P
Hnnnn. . . . . How about it's the appraisal sight. It's where the hawker and sellers are going to get together to appraise the stock before sale the next day, and the hawker gets the info he needs to push up the sales price?
I really hope it's a mistake. . . . I'd hate to think someone was doing it to be rude. I didn't read it, but I may go do that before it's deleted. If he/she son't do it, we can talk to the mod/s.
I really hope it's a mistake. . . . I'd hate to think someone was doing it to be rude. I didn't read it, but I may go do that before it's deleted. If he/she son't do it, we can talk to the mod/s.
Sorry it took so long, I FINALLY got my nights back so I should be able to reply more regularly.
The bacon is done rather quickly and after draining out most of the grease into a grease container h begins preparing the eggs. 'I can't do fancy stuff, but I'm glad Mrs.. Henasi showed me this trick with using bacon grease instead of butter for the eggs. Saves me a bit of money' As he cracks the first egg into the bowl the sound of a door opening catches his attention. As the boy steps into the main room Kiel winces inside at the sight of his still very vibrant injuries. 'I'm so glad they don't seem to hurt as much as they did last night' He suppresses a chuckle as the boy covers his inquiry with a pilot greeting. “Good morning to you too, I see you're feeling better.” Plopping the last egg in the bowel he picks the bowl up and begins whisking them with a fork. “And don't worry, I don't mind you asking questions.” He moves slightly closer to the boy, still whisking. His eyes skate over the injuries, taking a visual assessment.
“In truth the answer is rather simple.” Finishing his assessment he drops the fork so it sets against the side of the bowl and uses his free hand to check the boy's bandages. 'They seem to be holding up, but I should change them later' His hands brush gently over the wounds that required no bandaging and his eyes grow heavy with sympathy again. “See, I spend so much time here in my home alone that I often speak to myself aloud just to break the silence.” After the examination his picks up the fork again and finishes whipping the eggs. “I don't have anything for music, so it gets rather quiet here.” Turning back to the hot plate he pours the eggs into the still warm pan and begins cooking the eggs. Bits of bacon blend into the yellow and Kiel slowly adds the cheese so it will melt into the eggs.
Glancing over at the boy ha smiles. “I've only got one hot plate so we have to do this in stages. The bacon is done, have as much as you like, and the tea should be done,” just then the kettle begins whistling gently. Kiel chuckles. “Right now!” Keeping the eggs moving with one hand he takes the tea off the burner and sets it on a hot pad beside stack of books and a teacup. “You can grab a cup out of that cabinet over there.” He says, pointing over his shoulder with his chin as he sets a second frying pan on the stove. “The sugar is in there too, and cream if you want some is in the little fridge here.” Reaching out he taps the refrigerator with his right foot while he finishes with the eggs, piling them onto a ready plate. Setting it by the bacon he pokes a fork into it. “Eat as much as you like.” he says, his grin wide as he sets into making the pancakes.
“In truth the answer is rather simple.” Finishing his assessment he drops the fork so it sets against the side of the bowl and uses his free hand to check the boy's bandages. 'They seem to be holding up, but I should change them later' His hands brush gently over the wounds that required no bandaging and his eyes grow heavy with sympathy again. “See, I spend so much time here in my home alone that I often speak to myself aloud just to break the silence.” After the examination his picks up the fork again and finishes whipping the eggs. “I don't have anything for music, so it gets rather quiet here.” Turning back to the hot plate he pours the eggs into the still warm pan and begins cooking the eggs. Bits of bacon blend into the yellow and Kiel slowly adds the cheese so it will melt into the eggs.
Glancing over at the boy ha smiles. “I've only got one hot plate so we have to do this in stages. The bacon is done, have as much as you like, and the tea should be done,” just then the kettle begins whistling gently. Kiel chuckles. “Right now!” Keeping the eggs moving with one hand he takes the tea off the burner and sets it on a hot pad beside stack of books and a teacup. “You can grab a cup out of that cabinet over there.” He says, pointing over his shoulder with his chin as he sets a second frying pan on the stove. “The sugar is in there too, and cream if you want some is in the little fridge here.” Reaching out he taps the refrigerator with his right foot while he finishes with the eggs, piling them onto a ready plate. Setting it by the bacon he pokes a fork into it. “Eat as much as you like.” he says, his grin wide as he sets into making the pancakes.
I thought we agreed on a recently captured Vampire who was once a trusted person by the Rebel Leader would supply the information? Oh, and did you see what someone did to our IC?
I have the response in my head but I needs sleeps. Site was down for an ungodly amount of time today, so I didn't get to get to all of my responses today *Sad face* I'll reply tomorrow, and hopefully it'll cheer poor Enasi up!
No problem. I was in an odd mood first time I tried to read it, so I didn't finish reading it :P I'll try again this now, and get a reply up after my sleep :P
A faint shiver runs down his spine as he looks upon the stranger. The water falling from the sky seems to strangely hug his body as he casts his face skyward into the torrent. 'I know not if I shiver from the cold, or this odd feeling inside me. I do know that there is something different about this man. I know too that I senses it earlier, but I simply did not know what to make of it' His eyes trail after the man as he enters and his thoughts cloud for a moment. 'I still don't know what do make of it, but for now, I will endeavor to be a good host' Slipping inside behind the taller man Viltez shakes off a bit of the rain from his hair and moves past him to the hearth. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the other looking around his home with what looks like a critical eye.
The faint note of disappointment is not lots on the young man's sharp ears and he can suppress a chuckle as he kneels beside the woodpile. “No need to be polite sir. I know my home is humble, but it serves me right. I can tell you are use to more beautiful sights and surroundings by the care you give those things precious to you in your hair.” Pulling out some of the larger logs he sets them on the lip of the hearth before grabbing up smaller ones for the kindling. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable while I get the fire started.” Turning he smiles up at the man and points towards the wash room. “If you wish to wash up or relive yourself, the washroom is over there.” Turning back to his work he adds, “I'll start on a meal as soon as I am finished, if you'd care to stay for it.”
He chuckles. “I am no great cook, but I get along well enough on the food I prepare.” Viltez has never felt the urge to collect things in his life, so other than the bare necessities his home indeed looks rather bare. The only things he owns that have no use save for the value they have inside of his heart are locked away inside his room, beneath a pile of winter blankets. 'It's not like I wouldn't want a beautiful home, I simply haven't figured out what to do with it yet. I have what I need, and for now, that's good enough' He smiles as he recalls the only other time someone has entered his home save for himself. A young girl, unbeknownst to him at the time, who wished to court him had practically invited herself in. He'd talked her out of the front door quickly enough, but not before she offered to add “A woman’s touch” to the abode. 'She was such a child then. She's married now. I hope she's happy' He works quickly and soon there is a roaring fire. Tossing on some of the large logs he pokes it a few times to make sure it will stay lit properly.
The faint note of disappointment is not lots on the young man's sharp ears and he can suppress a chuckle as he kneels beside the woodpile. “No need to be polite sir. I know my home is humble, but it serves me right. I can tell you are use to more beautiful sights and surroundings by the care you give those things precious to you in your hair.” Pulling out some of the larger logs he sets them on the lip of the hearth before grabbing up smaller ones for the kindling. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable while I get the fire started.” Turning he smiles up at the man and points towards the wash room. “If you wish to wash up or relive yourself, the washroom is over there.” Turning back to his work he adds, “I'll start on a meal as soon as I am finished, if you'd care to stay for it.”
He chuckles. “I am no great cook, but I get along well enough on the food I prepare.” Viltez has never felt the urge to collect things in his life, so other than the bare necessities his home indeed looks rather bare. The only things he owns that have no use save for the value they have inside of his heart are locked away inside his room, beneath a pile of winter blankets. 'It's not like I wouldn't want a beautiful home, I simply haven't figured out what to do with it yet. I have what I need, and for now, that's good enough' He smiles as he recalls the only other time someone has entered his home save for himself. A young girl, unbeknownst to him at the time, who wished to court him had practically invited herself in. He'd talked her out of the front door quickly enough, but not before she offered to add “A woman’s touch” to the abode. 'She was such a child then. She's married now. I hope she's happy' He works quickly and soon there is a roaring fire. Tossing on some of the large logs he pokes it a few times to make sure it will stay lit properly.
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