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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 10:12 pm
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8:20HM Communal Kitchen
"I am no dragon, my friend, but a horseman of the Death Clan! I suppose this is not the kind of payment you tend to use in this town, hm.. well, I assure you they are real gold, so their value must be worth something, no matter where they go. I apologize for the inconvenience, if I have made any!"
He placed the tart in his pocket for later, and unwrapped the red cake there and then. "Looks can be deceiving." He murmured with amusement, as he took a bite of the cake. He'd been lucky - there was nothing biting him back, and the flavor was a sweet, tangy chocolate laced with blood. His favorite!
"Ah, blood chocolate. Luck is in my favor today!"
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 2:32 am
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8:20HM Communal Kitchen
"Ah, yes. We are friends! I - " That question had him stumped, because Bastion did not have many friends. He, the runt of the litter, had always been left behind. "I suppose we discuss the simple things, as we are doing. A good conversation is it's own reward!"
He placed one of the gold coins he was paying with, in the tailhead's mouth.
"Our clan is well versed in many fine arts, but some of us are skilled with crafting and imbuing gems and quality minerals. Ah, we make pretty things." He thought perhaps a simpler explanation would help.
As for the cake.. "My compliments to the chef. And red is a fine color to call your favorite! Mine is black, but, ah, perhaps I am a bit biased."
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 3:23 am
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Maybe around 9:30 in the morning
"Oh is that so?" He took a seat and pulled a chair for the witch to sit next to him. "A family visit, not a bad idea. Can I come with you? I never visit a witch before." It wasn't clear if it was simply a joke when his smile was always that playful. "What're you gonna dress as, Maple?" He leaned against her casually, close enough she would sniff the sweet scent in every single breathe.
His head rested on her little shoulder and she would feel the shaking of his laugh delivered to her side. The long extention of his red hair would brush against her neck while it dropped. "Yup, thanks to Miss Xiu, I discovered one thing I am better at." He said, didn't mention who he compared himself to in his words. "I heard that you're interested in potion making, my little witch. Are you gonna head towards that specialization?" He called her nickname only for her.
He wrapped her hand with him and pushed back, "Nah, you're a friend. You can have that for free anytime you want." He rolled his eyes to look at her. "Or else, you can bake me some spookies in return, like those little broom ones you made in Xmas class."
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 3:41 am
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8:20HM Communal Kitchen
The assurance cheered the tail head, it turned to AJ momentarily. "AJ, what's horseman?" Then it quickly snapped back to Bastion. "Do you have a horse tail then? Can it talk? Can I be friends with your tail as well?" It asked and mumbled low to itself: "Is it too much to ask for?"
The coin, however, slipped smoothly down its throat, with a gulping sound, it was gone. "Ah? What do you just gave me? Food? Anyway, I think we're going the right thing as friends, your clan would approve of our friendship." Dwa the tail head was unaware of the coin.
AJ burst into laughter at the antic of it, "Oh - excuse me - I see, I guess your clan would be loved by dragons." He joked. "Thanks, I'm proud about it. Mhmm, I can see that." He looked at the fine black frabric the horseman was wearing. He was the salescreepson of a boutique for a while and he would pay attention to what creeple wear as a career quirk.
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