- Location
- Ireland
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
- Pronouns
- she/her
Adventure #3: Karin reacts to news that her daughter has developed an illness so severe that her likely future is dying young and alone.
No they will try to talk to other apes and call them stupid when they don't talk back. They also communicate complex concepts and combine words to express concepts the lack signs for. For example confusing handlers about why she is complaining about crocodile milk. (It was sour and she apparently dislikes crocs.) The are basically weird 4 year olds.
- Location
- Greece
No Henry, don't! You forgot the most important Rule of this world: It's a Fantasy Harem!
Which means that like Sylphid, your raven's human form will be either this:
or this:
Kuudere Teenager or Tsundere MILF? Choose wisely!
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
Adventure # 3 Grumpy Henry hugs Parent-Commander Karin the Heavy Mother!
PseudoSim
Intentionally Obfuscating
- Location
- Beating my muse with a bat for being a pain
No. A juvinile Trex so Karin can get a report that Henry summoned a chicken thing and then he returns home with something taller than the carriage. And of course his name would be Fluffy and his sister would love it.Awww, I wanted Henry to get a fluffy T-rex.
Look at those fluffy widdle feathers.
Edit: also, totally betting that Raven is a baby Giant Terratorn. Because it can always get more interesting for henry.
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- Location
- Mountains and rivers
Heh, Henry basically ended up like me. I gave up on wine, smoking*, and basically all social interaction with women (obviously, because reading stuff on the Internet the entire day takes priority).
*My uncle had a weak heart, so he died from smoking and drinking the wine he made with his own hands. He was sitting down with Dad, suddenly rose up, walked a few steps while clutching his heart, and fell over dead. Or nearly dead and thoroughly dead by the time anyone could've come literally kilometers away from the city and in the woods. Memory's a bit fuzzy on the details of the day. So that's when I decided I would never drink or smoke, even if 90% of my peers tried to convince me for months to do so.
Hmm. Odd how Henry ended up basically like me, except with a far different basis.
"All right."
*Saito pops out*
"...Dammit."
It was
That's... My family's got good genetics and we tend to be born at 5+ kilos (notable exception being my sister who was born early). Even then, the baby is merely considered to be okay in weight. You're overestimating how much weight matters--basically any infant is light, because the average weight is two milk cartons. I can pick that up with a single hand and barely feel it.Wikipedia said:
... Although I am a bodybuilder. How old was Henry again? Seventeen or so? He shouldn't find it that arduous, especially if he's trained in sword fighting. Noticeable, but not acutely heavy.
Go go gadget Ancalagon!
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Ars Poetica
ULTIMA RATIO NEMO OBLIGATUR
- Location
- The Kingdom of Fiore
- Pronouns
- He / Him / His
He's marrying the former, and his mother is the latter.
...At this point, it's possible he's going for both.
Whom ones maybe it's not a raven but a Japanese crow...which means it could be a tengu in disguise.
now to see if the crow somehow gets a camera and acquires blackmail for henry.
Picks up an Aya doujin at comiket.....indeednow to see if the crow somehow gets a camera and acquires blackmail for henry.
- Location
- United States
This experiment was done before with positive results. Monkeys even engaged in making new meanings from the given words, like combining "monkey" and "earth" into swear "dirty monkey". In fact those experiments found only one major difference between animal and human minds. It's the number of ideas that can be part of same thought, so-called "short-term working memory capacity". It was shown to be 2 or less depending on the situation with most animals, with only a few specimen reaching 3 in some cases. Meanwhile for humans it seems to be 7, which was argued to be the minimum necessary for efficient recursive thinking. So the main difference between us and other animals seems to be our ability to split a problem into subproblems.
Requiem_Jeer
The Most High
So in other words, they're sapient, just kind of stupid. Seems legit.
- Location
- Singapore
now to see if the crow somehow gets a camera and acquires blackmail for henry.
What if that Raven is capable of manipulating Nuclear Fusion ?
Sonifri
Is this the face of a villain?
- Location
- Texas
That could be a great practical joke. Find a species of animal that grows to giant proportions, like the wolves from princess mononoke, and sell the little baby sized ones to people as pets.
If available do it with a pet that grows to the size of a Kaiju, like a brontosaur or something.
Sonifri
Is this the face of a villain?
- Location
- Texas
Wait... you start by saying nope and then end by basically saying exactly the same thing you said nope too.
- Location
- Little Rock, AR
Hey. Don't compare Karin to abandon Milf. Karin would create a hurricane strong enough to blot the sun and make a credible attempt at draining an ocean if anything tried to make her abandon her kids.
She loves them with all her heart and puts everything into them beyond reason.
Science
If you're reading this, omae wa mo shindeiru.
- Location
- Killeen, TX
Aren't those Corvidae in general? With Ravens as the bigger assholes of the bunch.
chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
Actually, I was saying nope to them not having the higher understanding that humans possess, although my reasoning is irregularly worded such that I can see where you would be confused.
That is to say, Ravens are totally smart enough to have their own language. They just don't see why they'd want to make big people noises. And they don't see that because they're still kind of dumb.
It's a quality versus quantity thing. I'm saying that the quality of their intelligence is such that they're tiny feathered almost-people. It's just that the quantity of their intelligence is... well, they're birds, okay?
Uxion
The Slightly Less Depressed
- Location
- Personal Hell
Considering that he was telling Nordic stories before, and Odin is a wizard followed by Ravens...
Few years later:
Goddamnit, I sort of wanted to post that.
- Location
- Mountains and rivers
He summoned one raven, not two. Huginn and Muginn come in pairs.
It's a lot likelier that he got the Dark Souls raven, and that's solely because the fic is filled with references.Wikipedia said:
Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Thirty-Eight
There was a certain sense of nervousness as I held on to my familiar with the same care and worry of a newly minted mother with their newborn. Though Raven was quite content in nestling in my arms, he took off every now and then to grab small shiny pebbles from the ground and drop them in my outstretched hand, cawing as I blinked at him trying to puzzle it out. He flapped his wings, flying back and forth, and as I understood the message, I threw the pebble up in the air for him to catch.
"So your familiar is a dog with wings," Anthoine said, his snake resting in his lap with the most content and demure of expressions, enjoying the warmth of his master's lap as well as the sun. "Better than a sloth without limbs at least," he added with a sigh, "But you're my sloth, you got that?" he whispered to his familiar. "At least it's not a nightingale like Gascon's. That bird's singing can wake up the dead. Only to make it shut up," he shuddered.
Near us, a white steed galloped by at full speed, leaving behind a small cloud of dust.
"How long has he been circling the main building?" I asked, throwing the pebble up in the air for Raven to catch once more, before dropping it in my outstretched hand the next moment. "Even this morning he was at it."
"He says his familiar enjoys the feeling of the wind on his face, just like him," Anthoine said.
I chuckled, and gestured for Raven to come down to rub his feathered head a bit, before throwing a pebble as fast as I could up in the air. Raven pushed himself off my lap with his wings flapping hard, catching the pebble before it could reach the peak of its arc, and then made a back flip before dropping it back in my open palm.
"What about your beloved?" I remarked.
"Oh, Henriette's gone with a professor to the nearby mountains-it was the best place to keep her familiar. It's not the first time a dragon is summoned, and the academy will shore up the costs for it," Anthoine pointed out. "She'll probably enter the Dragon Knight corps with that familiar of hers." He hummed, "And the more time she spends in the army, the less time she'll spend worrying about where I am."
I shook my head with a chuckling noise, "So the betrothal went through with ease?"
"Course it did," Anthoine smiled, "You think I couldn't charm her mother with my good looks? For shame, Henry, for shame! I did have to run from her father though, but Gascon's secret escape magic helped me a lot."
"Secret...escape magic?" I furrowed my brows, and Anthoine nodded wisely.
"An ancient and most noble spell for a Gramont who wishes to run the hell away. It's a simple Earth spell. It digs a hole in the ground, and covers the top of it. So-"
"So you dig your own tomb," I said with a loud snort, before erupting into laughter. "That's just what I was expecting!"
"Or you can do it on the fourth floor of a building and end up on the ground floor," Anthoine said with his chin up in pride, "But since you're laughing about this, I won't teach it to you."
"Oi, Anthoine, when did I ever say it was stupid? No, no, please teach me, my teacher-" I replied with a smirk.
Anthoine beamed with pride, "Of course, my student! For once, I am the master and you the apprentice, oh, I shall remember this moment fondly in the years to come!"
He did not lay it so thickly as he explained just what the spell did, and how. It was useful, I had to give him that. When the choice was between getting killed by an incensed noble's wand and dirtying one's clothes by ending up a few meters beneath the ground, well-the choice was obvious.
Henriette's return was heralded by a thick smell of sulfur and smoke, her hair pretty much all curly due to the heat she had apparently been subjected to. She sat down, smoke trails behind her, and grabbed the entire pot of tea with the firmness of a person that dared anyone to stop her. She then drank it whole, placing the pot back empty on the table.
"I hate my familiar," she said in the end firmly.
"I'm sure he's just shy," I pointed out from my corner, enjoying my lukewarm cup of tea and pondering why there couldn't be coffee in there instead.
"He's big, and dumb," Henriette grumbled. "I told him to sit, and he spewed fire. I told him to roll, and he spewed fire. I told him to stop spewing fire...and he spewed more fire."
"Perhaps you should spew more fire back at him," I said. "I reckon he was challenging you to a contest of sorts," I grinned. "Show him your hatred, young lady. Show him your flaming passion, and I'm sure he'll defer to you in no time."
Henriette lowered her gaze slightly, "But as a lady-"
"I like passion," Anthoine said, grinning sweetly. "Yours especially, my Rising Flame-"
"Oh, my Twin Bow-" as the two began to make lovey-dovey eyes at one another, I chuckled and stood up with Raven in my arms.
"Well, I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone and go for a horse ride. We've got the whole day to get to know our familiars, so I'd better get started," and with that said, I walked away after bidding them goodbye. Truth be told, I wanted to reach the capital and spend some leisurely non-witnessed time there buying coffee beans.
"So...care for a challenge, my dear bundle of feathers?" I said as Raven flapped his wings by my side. "The target's the capital, just a short few hours away from here," I pointed in the direction the road was taking, the horse going at a soft trot. "Follow the road and you can't miss it."
"Craa! Craa!" Raven cawed, even as I kicked the flanks of my horse to rush it at a gallop. By my side, even as the wind battered against my face, I could see Raven's wings flap to keep up with ease.
Well, I had to correct my previous statement. It was true that I couldn't have wine while at school, but during Void Days, there was nothing that could stop me from-
It was a griffin.
A griffin plunged down from the skies and made me skid to a near halt with my horse as the figure standing atop it gave me a friendly wave, even as Raven abruptly spun on himself and stopped right by my side.
"Good morning, Henry," Wardes said with a smile on his face, as the terrifying implication of his presence sunk in.
"Jean-Jacques," I said, my lips twitching slightly. "Why are you here?"
"Well, as a recently minted griffin knight, tasked with protecting royalty, I have been given my first task by the king and queen themselves. Since I know the noble who needs an escort in person, I have been given the dull task of escorting him whenever he leaves the academy," Jean-Jacques smiled. "Nice familiar, by the way," he added as he pointed to Raven.
"Jean-Jacques, certainly you can't tell me you've been waiting for me to leave until now-" as I said that, Jean-Jacques laughed and shook his head.
"No, of course not, but knowing you as well as I do, I knew it was only a matter of time before you left the gates of the academy during your free day to head for the capital. So, I decided to ambush you a short distance away from it," his griffin slowly walked by the side of my horse, even as Raven cawed at it, eyes half-narrow as if to suggest a bring it on to the bigger bird.
"This is quite unfair, Jean-Jacques," I groaned, "You'll refer whatever I do to their royal Highness?"
"And your sister, and your parents," Jean-Jacques nodded. "I apologize, Henry, but duty and loyalty to the kingdom must go beyond friendship."
"You truly are a cruel traitor, Jean-Jacques," I exhaled loudly, hanging my head low. "If it had been anyone else, I might have ordered them to go elsewhere."
"That was apparently a point of discussion that did result in me being assigned, indeed," Jean-Jacques said with a small smile. "Now, worry not Henry. I might conveniently forget you've ordered one or two glasses of wine, but don't expect much more leniency from the likes of me."
I shook my head once more. "There's no justice in this world of ours," I groaned. "No justice at all!"
Jean-Jacques laughed, and in the end, I laughed too.
To laugh so that one does not cry.
That is how I would have to roll, wouldn't I?
There was a certain sense of nervousness as I held on to my familiar with the same care and worry of a newly minted mother with their newborn. Though Raven was quite content in nestling in my arms, he took off every now and then to grab small shiny pebbles from the ground and drop them in my outstretched hand, cawing as I blinked at him trying to puzzle it out. He flapped his wings, flying back and forth, and as I understood the message, I threw the pebble up in the air for him to catch.
"So your familiar is a dog with wings," Anthoine said, his snake resting in his lap with the most content and demure of expressions, enjoying the warmth of his master's lap as well as the sun. "Better than a sloth without limbs at least," he added with a sigh, "But you're my sloth, you got that?" he whispered to his familiar. "At least it's not a nightingale like Gascon's. That bird's singing can wake up the dead. Only to make it shut up," he shuddered.
Near us, a white steed galloped by at full speed, leaving behind a small cloud of dust.
"How long has he been circling the main building?" I asked, throwing the pebble up in the air for Raven to catch once more, before dropping it in my outstretched hand the next moment. "Even this morning he was at it."
"He says his familiar enjoys the feeling of the wind on his face, just like him," Anthoine said.
I chuckled, and gestured for Raven to come down to rub his feathered head a bit, before throwing a pebble as fast as I could up in the air. Raven pushed himself off my lap with his wings flapping hard, catching the pebble before it could reach the peak of its arc, and then made a back flip before dropping it back in my open palm.
"What about your beloved?" I remarked.
"Oh, Henriette's gone with a professor to the nearby mountains-it was the best place to keep her familiar. It's not the first time a dragon is summoned, and the academy will shore up the costs for it," Anthoine pointed out. "She'll probably enter the Dragon Knight corps with that familiar of hers." He hummed, "And the more time she spends in the army, the less time she'll spend worrying about where I am."
I shook my head with a chuckling noise, "So the betrothal went through with ease?"
"Course it did," Anthoine smiled, "You think I couldn't charm her mother with my good looks? For shame, Henry, for shame! I did have to run from her father though, but Gascon's secret escape magic helped me a lot."
"Secret...escape magic?" I furrowed my brows, and Anthoine nodded wisely.
"An ancient and most noble spell for a Gramont who wishes to run the hell away. It's a simple Earth spell. It digs a hole in the ground, and covers the top of it. So-"
"So you dig your own tomb," I said with a loud snort, before erupting into laughter. "That's just what I was expecting!"
"Or you can do it on the fourth floor of a building and end up on the ground floor," Anthoine said with his chin up in pride, "But since you're laughing about this, I won't teach it to you."
"Oi, Anthoine, when did I ever say it was stupid? No, no, please teach me, my teacher-" I replied with a smirk.
Anthoine beamed with pride, "Of course, my student! For once, I am the master and you the apprentice, oh, I shall remember this moment fondly in the years to come!"
He did not lay it so thickly as he explained just what the spell did, and how. It was useful, I had to give him that. When the choice was between getting killed by an incensed noble's wand and dirtying one's clothes by ending up a few meters beneath the ground, well-the choice was obvious.
Henriette's return was heralded by a thick smell of sulfur and smoke, her hair pretty much all curly due to the heat she had apparently been subjected to. She sat down, smoke trails behind her, and grabbed the entire pot of tea with the firmness of a person that dared anyone to stop her. She then drank it whole, placing the pot back empty on the table.
"I hate my familiar," she said in the end firmly.
"I'm sure he's just shy," I pointed out from my corner, enjoying my lukewarm cup of tea and pondering why there couldn't be coffee in there instead.
"He's big, and dumb," Henriette grumbled. "I told him to sit, and he spewed fire. I told him to roll, and he spewed fire. I told him to stop spewing fire...and he spewed more fire."
"Perhaps you should spew more fire back at him," I said. "I reckon he was challenging you to a contest of sorts," I grinned. "Show him your hatred, young lady. Show him your flaming passion, and I'm sure he'll defer to you in no time."
Henriette lowered her gaze slightly, "But as a lady-"
"I like passion," Anthoine said, grinning sweetly. "Yours especially, my Rising Flame-"
"Oh, my Twin Bow-" as the two began to make lovey-dovey eyes at one another, I chuckled and stood up with Raven in my arms.
"Well, I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone and go for a horse ride. We've got the whole day to get to know our familiars, so I'd better get started," and with that said, I walked away after bidding them goodbye. Truth be told, I wanted to reach the capital and spend some leisurely non-witnessed time there buying coffee beans.
"So...care for a challenge, my dear bundle of feathers?" I said as Raven flapped his wings by my side. "The target's the capital, just a short few hours away from here," I pointed in the direction the road was taking, the horse going at a soft trot. "Follow the road and you can't miss it."
"Craa! Craa!" Raven cawed, even as I kicked the flanks of my horse to rush it at a gallop. By my side, even as the wind battered against my face, I could see Raven's wings flap to keep up with ease.
Well, I had to correct my previous statement. It was true that I couldn't have wine while at school, but during Void Days, there was nothing that could stop me from-
It was a griffin.
A griffin plunged down from the skies and made me skid to a near halt with my horse as the figure standing atop it gave me a friendly wave, even as Raven abruptly spun on himself and stopped right by my side.
"Good morning, Henry," Wardes said with a smile on his face, as the terrifying implication of his presence sunk in.
"Jean-Jacques," I said, my lips twitching slightly. "Why are you here?"
"Well, as a recently minted griffin knight, tasked with protecting royalty, I have been given my first task by the king and queen themselves. Since I know the noble who needs an escort in person, I have been given the dull task of escorting him whenever he leaves the academy," Jean-Jacques smiled. "Nice familiar, by the way," he added as he pointed to Raven.
"Jean-Jacques, certainly you can't tell me you've been waiting for me to leave until now-" as I said that, Jean-Jacques laughed and shook his head.
"No, of course not, but knowing you as well as I do, I knew it was only a matter of time before you left the gates of the academy during your free day to head for the capital. So, I decided to ambush you a short distance away from it," his griffin slowly walked by the side of my horse, even as Raven cawed at it, eyes half-narrow as if to suggest a bring it on to the bigger bird.
"This is quite unfair, Jean-Jacques," I groaned, "You'll refer whatever I do to their royal Highness?"
"And your sister, and your parents," Jean-Jacques nodded. "I apologize, Henry, but duty and loyalty to the kingdom must go beyond friendship."
"You truly are a cruel traitor, Jean-Jacques," I exhaled loudly, hanging my head low. "If it had been anyone else, I might have ordered them to go elsewhere."
"That was apparently a point of discussion that did result in me being assigned, indeed," Jean-Jacques said with a small smile. "Now, worry not Henry. I might conveniently forget you've ordered one or two glasses of wine, but don't expect much more leniency from the likes of me."
I shook my head once more. "There's no justice in this world of ours," I groaned. "No justice at all!"
Jean-Jacques laughed, and in the end, I laughed too.
To laugh so that one does not cry.
That is how I would have to roll, wouldn't I?
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- Location
- Mountains and rivers
