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Avalia: A Fantasy World

Nice. I'll send you the species I have, when I can, to see what you think of it.

Avalia: A Fantasy World

I have been looking for a Fantasy RP, and this seems interesting.

Wooooould you allow for an undead species? Which, of course, would include the vast persecution that comes with it. I've made one that I've wanted to play, for a while. If not, that's fine.

In either event, coolio, and I might be interested.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

I am going to drop out of this, apologies.

Currently, my character is in interaction with @PrinceAlexus, and @Allycat. However, the scene has fluidly shifted to a conversation between them, which should prevent my leaving from causing any issues with the scene.

Thanks for the opportunity.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Reources

🍱 Interactions
🍣 @Allycat
🍣 @PrinceAlexus

🍱 Location
🍣 Shinagi Sushi.
🍣 Light Lane.

🍱 Time
🍣 Early Afternoon.
🍣 Lunch.

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Yet another familiar face, Layne finished his previous order, and saw the customer making her way out of the restaurant. This most recent arrival was Manami, a celebrity of sorts. Layne recalled how his younger brother had a massive crush on the woman, and the thought would bring a chuckle to his lips. Indeed, she was a beautiful sight, without fault. If perfection presented its visage for all to see, Manami was surely it. However, it was reasonable to assume that glamour and such unsurpassed splendor sheltered a darker truth. It was so often the case, which was a sad development, surely. "Miss. Takahashi," came a rehearsed response from the young chef, his dark eyes meeting her as she stepped through the front door. "Heh, variating your diet, today?" Layne asked with playful intent, that tender and small smirk on his lips lingering for but a moment, before he slipped on a new pair of gloves. "Of course, Miss. Takahashi, you can't go wrong with salmon rolls," the chef explained, reaching for another fileted fish which he had previously prepared. Layne had long since lost count of these meals, where a seemingly endless supply of salmon was deboned and prepared for later use. A repeated routine, if there ever was one, which the young chef had mastered to the point of preforming the task with eyes closed.

Removing the lid from a rice container, Layne gathered a mass of cooked grains into his palm and formed a row of balls which would later be used in the process of finishing Miss. Takahashi's meal. This was, of course, continued by expertly sliced salmon, which was strewn onto the rice balls, with just a touch of wasabi added for a more spicy bite. Coating a rectangular plate in aquatic delicacies, Layne placed the porcelain atop the bar counter for Miss. Takahashi to indulge. She had free access to miso soup, of course, considering her choice to dine at the restaurant, and a pleasant cup of oriental tea was waiting for her to finish a hearty meal. "Himura has been asking about you for the longest time," Layne expressed with a soft sigh, accompanied by an awkward smile. "His crush doesn't seem to fade," the young chef continued with a chuckle, before those large, dark eyes shifted towards a new arrival, entering the restaurant.

She seemed regal, indeed, this new customer. An aura of authority surrounding her, for sure. At her side, there was another, a man who appeared somewhat daunting, but perhaps it was Layne's small stature which painted the man a factor of intimidation. Indeed, the chef was a tiny soul, small in both presence and shape, making most at his side appear larger, and more prevalent. "Welcome," the boy eventually uttered, shaking a myriad of thoughts from circling his mind. This customer appeared far more high reaching than most who visited Shinagi Sushi. Hopefully, she would enjoy the meal. She, of course, and her company. "How may I be of service today, Miss?"

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Reources

🍱 Interactions
🍣 None.

🍱 Location
🍣 Shinagi Sushi.
🍣 Light Lane.

🍱 Time
🍣 Early Afternoon.
🍣 Lunch.

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Newly sharpened, and recently added, Layne's knives were exchanged once every week, to maintain peerless perfection. Layne knew the man as Kyle Smith, quite the commodity on American soil. As routines dictated, he would hand the young chef a case of newly treated blades, each one eager to find itself used in the preparation of a hearty meal. Of course, it is worthy to note, that if this was a weekday, Layne would not have been present for the exchange, as school demanded his presence if he aimed to reach new heights in the art of culinary success. It was, after all, not a game.

If one was to look over the counter, it was quite easy to tell that the young chef wore a pair of black, elastic gloves, his slender fingers moving in motion with each new technique performed upon the salmon, which extended its shape across a white cutting board. Indeed, a colored system of import was what he had been taught from a very early age. White for fish, green for vegetables, yellow for chicken, and of course, red for meat. Being a perfectionist, Layne would never dream of smudging the paint of this most functional system. "Did you hear about that octopus?" Came a voice, young and female. She was a regular, if there ever was one, and her tone was somewhat worried. Claire Spriggan, which one could admit carried with it an odd twang, was a sweet woman, indeed. Frequenting Shinagi Sushi was an easy choice, in consideration of her office location. Nearly neighbors.

"I was asked if I had served it to someone," Layne offered with a quiet, androgynous voice. Was the music louder, his words would undoubtedly have been drowned out by a surrounding aura of sound. However, in response to the calm, soft, and by all intents harmonic tune of Japanese instruments, the Shinagi chef was clearly heard and noted. Of course, only a fool would consider the statement one of serious intent, and Claire managed to laugh at the young man's choice of words. Even so, Layne continued, "mom would have killed me." Revealing a small, endearing grin upon his features, Layne let a stream of cold water wash his knife clean, before resting its sharp edge against the cutting board, and rowed a box with the appropriate sushi ordered by Miss. Claire Spriggan. She tended towards salmon rolls, and would often enjoy a few tofu options on the side, for variation. Following a reflexive motion of removing his gloves, Layne closed the meal-box with a lid and added yet another, with warm miso soup slowly swaying from one end to the other, within its carefully sealed container. Like any prepared chef, the young man placed the boxes on a bag which he proceeded to slide up across its contents.

Those who had eaten at Shinagi Sushi as a past experience could calculate following events. Layne raised the bag and soon felt a weight upon his shoulder. It was a Lemur making itself known within this most endearing scene. Wrapping its small fingers around the plastic, this primate leaped onto the counter, where it continued to hand Claire her meal. "Aw, thank you, Bonbon!" The woman exclaimed, graciously accepting her food, before offering Bonbon a loving scratch behind the ears. "How did you teach him this!?"

"Bonbon was owned by a circus," Layne explained, with a hint of melancholy spotted within his choice of words. Indeed, the lemur was kept, illegally, by a circus. Treatment of his wellbeing could be summoned up by harsh critique. However, it was difficult to claim that the process had not, in any way, taught Bonbon how to conduct himself in an impressive manner, for that, he did. "Teaching him stuff isn't really that hard."

"Oh no, I hear those places are horrible to animals," Claire added, her eyes widening in response to Layne's statement. It was, generally speaking, quite true. However, in Bonbon's case, he had been freed from the shackles of what circus performances entailed. It was a conversation which managed to carry on for another brief series of sentences before obligation eventually swung into the exchange. More customers graced the restaurant, and Claire herself had duties she was to attend. "Say hello to your dad, Layne!" Claire finished, offering the chef a pleasant wave before making herself scarce. Just another customer whose face was well known, and whose presence could be considered every other day. Such was the business, indeed.

"Hello!" An unfamiliar voice would proceed to add variation to the customer base, pushing along the row of hungry patrons, each one willing to try this oriental delicacy known throughout the world. It was as Ken, Layne's father, so often said. 'Sushi draws people together', followed by a hearty laugh, which tended towards a playful slap to his son's shoulder. A humble life, without question, but one Layne would not trade for the world.

"Welcome," a soft response trickled its way past the chef's lips, as Layne prepared another set of black, latex gloves.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

I am guessing relationships between characters and such can be discussed through the Discord, later.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

@PrinceAlexus

You said that there was a Discord chat or this RP?

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

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🎃 Nox Tenebrae 🎃

Interactions
🌑 None
Mentions
🌑 None
Location
🌑 Nox Tenebrae Hot Springs

Feeling the warmth of water enchanted with an aura of harmonic bliss, Nello exhaled a long breath, his scales glistening like diamonds beneath the light. At his side, a constant addition, indeed, sat Nocturne, with a wide grin clearly present upon his maw. "So..," Nocturne began, dragging the word out to an obnoxious length, "how does it feel?" There was a silent pause, between the two, where Nello raised a brow, in response. His battle with the Horror which terrorized a section of New York's sewer system would likely maintain its position as one of the most terrifying experiences in the boy's life. Recalling the event, he was unsure of how much fear was his own, and how big a part the Horror's well-known Fright Aura played in the equation. Indeed, without Nocturne's presence, the boy would have perished at the hands of this enemy before the first bout ever reached its end. Not only had instructions been given, but Nocturne had also intervened in a most physical manner, as well, where he pushed the boy away from incoming danger.

"I feel like we should have stayed in bed," Nello offered with a quiet sigh, where the young agent's snout lowered itself beneath the water. Oil-like blood which had previously coated his scales slid down his silver-colored frame, where it soon dissipated in impossibly clear water. Leaning back against the stone surface where Nello had originally sat before diving into the comfort he now knew, the boy submerged himself beneath the water. Moments later, the agent shook his large mop of black hair loose, those red ruby eyes fixed on beautiful reflections dancing atop slowly flowing liquid. "Thought I'd die there."

With a playful nudge, the otherwise incorporeal creature at his side continued to flick Nello's forehead. It was an act of endearing affection, to be sure, but was clearly draped in the essence of tough love. "Whoda' thunk'!?" Nocturne began, "that life as a monster hunter and agent of the fucking veil was going to be dangerous!?" Earning a small grin from the boy, Nocturne saw how his better half simply shook his head in return, before continuing. "That thing was like a six outta' ten, tops. You've gotta' step up your game, Nello. What if we come across a seven? Or a fucking eight?"

Shivering at the thought, Nello considered what he had been told, eventually lowering his eyes to knees tightly hugged against his scrawny chest. "I'd hope to have some backup," he explained. Though, he was aware that even if this was the case, teamwork was something many lacked. It included Nello, himself. He worked well with Nocturne, every action they performed was a choreographed dance, perfectly executed, but this was to be expected. However, considering involvement with others, this would not be the case. Releasing the embrace held around his legs, Nello clicked his claws against the chilling surface of a Monster Energy drink. A sip was enough to fill him with yet another layer of bliss, which was consistently caressed by Nox's own hot springs. "I won't freeze, next time." It was a promise he most assuredly would be required to keep, because next time, could be the last time.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

@PrinceAlexus

That's fine, gave me a chance to edit it a bit.