I'm not certain, but it sounds like something the resident pervert headmaster would do.
Look at his cute loli girl form's underwear, I mean. The defenestration sounds like something a faculty fed up with his antics would do.
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
Look at his cute loli girl form's underwear, I mean. The defenestration sounds like something a faculty fed up with his antics would do.
Mizu
Software Developer
- Location
- Victoria, Australia
Well, yeah, it's a trait for the character. What I was wondering is if people IRL do similar things, albeit uncommonly.
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
It's something people do and then post videos of themselves doing online. Don't look it up if you value your sanity! You are fortunate to have remained unaware.
- Location
- Leeds
Don't you know, there was a patch last month we're now playing by Call of Cthulhu rules. Don't look it up seeing magic is san damage.
- Location
- Dual citizen of SV&SB
Phah. Patch was subcontracted to Niantic, and they borked it up. All you've got to do it hold a chicken egg, and you can't lose any san.
Chapter Forty-Two
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Forty-Two
Give a man one fish, and he'll eat one day. Teach a man how to fish, and he'll eat for a lifetime. Teach a man how to create dynamite, and he'll blow the world up trying to find new ways to use it. As my eyes glanced at the cookies that rested suspiciously on my usual desk, I could not help but feel the suspicion intensify. I poked at them with my wand, if nothing else to see if they'd actually explode when touched.
"Oh, cookies?" Anthoine asked, "Can I have one?"
"I am unsure whether they have been poisoned, imbued in love potion or otherwise are simply cookies," I pointed out. "Though as much of a charming thought as it is, I'll have to refuse them on the grounds of being betrothed."
"Tough luck," Anthoine nodded, before opening the package. "If they're poisoned, I'll just have you bring me to the infirmary. If they're imbued with a love potion, then do the same."
"You know love potions are illegal, right?" I pointed out. "Are you sure you want to test your luck?"
"Well, if they're not imbued with love potion, you can still claim they are and let me have some fun away from Henriette's possessive fiery passion," Anthoine said with his lips twitching upwards. The smell of sulfur easily reached my nostrils, and I smiled as I allowed my chin to rest on my open palm.
"Oh?" Henriette's voice was smooth, even as Anthoine paled. "Please, by all means, try one."
As he turned, Henriette simply grabbed one cookie and then thrust it straight through Anthoine's throat, making him choke on it. Then, she waited.
"M-My dear Henriette! I can explain," he said after a short interlude of swallowing. "You're the only one I love, but as a Gramont, you know, the thrill, the passion-"
"I'll burn it out of you," Henriette said with a smile. "Henry, do you mind if I take him with me for a bit?"
"Be my guest," I remarked with a lazy grin, much to Anthoine's concerned expression. The moment he was gone, I stared at the remaining biscuits. So, unless Anthoine had been lucky, there was neither poison nor love potion within them. As I remained alone with the sugary treats, my fingers twitched as I moved to grab one. There was no letter, thus I had no idea whom they belonged to. It could be the gift of a first year, or of a third year. In the filling classroom, of everyone present at the start of the class, Camille hadn't been there, and neither had Josephine.
Knowing the girl, she would have wanted first row seat to the spectacle.
Erring on the side of caution, I faked munching on one and instead palmed it, dropping it in my uniform's pocket the next second.
The mystery of the cookies did puzzle me to no end, but since no answer seemed forthcoming, I decided to leave it at the back of my mind. Perhaps someone had messed up and placed them on the wrong desk? Cookies were more of a gift for Anthoine rather than for me.
Could it be?
Could this be a Guiche-like double timing thing?
There was only one way to find out.
"Nevermore, quoth the raven," I said as Raven flew in through the open window, landing neatly in front of me. He cawed, and I looked at him thoughtfully. "Where would one go, if one wished to bake cookies and yet were a noble scion?" I asked my Raven, who in turn cawed and inclined his head to the side.
"The kitchens! The kitchens!" he cawed, happily receiving a biscuit as a treat.
"Excellent deduction, Raven-tson," I said with a nod, rubbing his head affectionately. After the class with professor Guiteau ended -crafting wind blades was different from crafting wind hammers, but both were different from crafting wind shields- I headed straight for the kitchens.
"It must be a lower ranked noble, a baronet's daughter perhaps?" I pointed out to my Raven. "Kitchen work isn't something they'd normally do. Though learning how to bake is considered refined depending on how it's done...and how many servants help you along the way," I hummed as I stepped into the world of servants, or better yet, into the realm of Marteau.
"Chef Marteau?" I asked as I stared up at the big, burly man who in turn looked down at me with deference, but yet being definitely not in love with the idea of having a noble in his kitchen.
"It's me, my lord," Marteau said. "May I help you?"
"Someone used the kitchen to bake cookies recently, judging by their firmness, either really early this morning, or late last night," I pointed out, pulling out the biscuit package. "I need to have a description of the girl in question. She forgot to add butter to them, and that's a grievous sin that needs immediate correction."
Marteau furrowed his brows, his eyes widening as I spoke. "She didn't put the butter in? But I was sure to check-" he bit his tongue, but it was too late.
"You don't have to worry," I said softly. "It's not my intention to make a big deal out of this. I merely wish to properly thank the lady for the gift, and then tell her that unfortunately, I am betrothed. I reckon it's the only fair thing I can do."
"Well, as far as a Gramont, you've-" I chuckled, and shook my head.
"Then the reason changes to telling her she placed the cookies on the wrong desk," I said. "I'm Valliere. Henry Philippe de la Valliere," I added with a smile. "So...the name or description of this fair lady?"
A third year by the name of Carolette, with auburn hair and two most convincing arguments to her qualities, wasn't that difficult to find. She was the daughter of an earl though, so my idea that she was a baronet's daughter was out. "What is it?" she asked, a hand on her hip as she looked at me, clearly trying to hide her nervousness at being called out by me in question.
"You placed these on the wrong desk," I said quite frankly, pulling the biscuits out. "Anthoine's desk is to my left, he's the third to last desk starting from the window-" she swatted the biscuits off my hand and on the ground.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she exclaimed hotly, "I wouldn't do anything of the sorts-"
I inclined my head to the side, "I am not accusing you of anything," I continued gently, looking at the crumpled biscuits on the floor. "Though that's quite the waste. Raven, well, have all the treats you want-" at my words, Raven flew off and landed neatly near the biscuits, starting to peck them with greed and pleasure.
The sorrowful look on Carolette's face was plain to see. "It is not in my interests to call you out, or tell you anything. I merely wished to inform you of the correct disposition of the desks," I said as I made a light bow, "I apologize if it made you feel uncomfortable."
"N-No, nothing of the sorts! Please don't bow," Carolette said, her cheeks reddening from shame as she bowed in turn. "I'm the one who should apologize-I just...I'm sorry," she said, a hand to her chest. "I should have known better."
"Being young and in love is nothing to recriminate about," I answered with a small smile. "Though Anthoine is betrothed, so...rather, I'm saying do as you wish, but be careful because Henriette's dragon doesn't spew as much fire as Henriette herself."
Carolette fidgeted, and then nodded as I took my leave.
"Oi, Raven, enough with the biscuits," I said as Raven gathered all the cookies it could inside the remains of the pouch and then flew towards me with said pouch in his beak. "If you get fat, I'll have to make you fly around the whole school until you slim down," I drawled, even as Raven emitted a guttural sound from his closed beak.
Humming to myself, I yawned and rubbed my eyes a bit. Perhaps I should catch a nap?
There were no afternoon lessons after all, and-
"Wait a minute," I blinked. "Wardes knows I'm allowed to leave only on Void Days. He knows nothing about the other days-" I stared at Raven, who in turn stared at me, his deep dark eyes twinkling as he understood implicitly my message.
My walking soon turned into a frenzied dash for the academy's horses.
Freedom, here I come!
Give a man one fish, and he'll eat one day. Teach a man how to fish, and he'll eat for a lifetime. Teach a man how to create dynamite, and he'll blow the world up trying to find new ways to use it. As my eyes glanced at the cookies that rested suspiciously on my usual desk, I could not help but feel the suspicion intensify. I poked at them with my wand, if nothing else to see if they'd actually explode when touched.
"Oh, cookies?" Anthoine asked, "Can I have one?"
"I am unsure whether they have been poisoned, imbued in love potion or otherwise are simply cookies," I pointed out. "Though as much of a charming thought as it is, I'll have to refuse them on the grounds of being betrothed."
"Tough luck," Anthoine nodded, before opening the package. "If they're poisoned, I'll just have you bring me to the infirmary. If they're imbued with a love potion, then do the same."
"You know love potions are illegal, right?" I pointed out. "Are you sure you want to test your luck?"
"Well, if they're not imbued with love potion, you can still claim they are and let me have some fun away from Henriette's possessive fiery passion," Anthoine said with his lips twitching upwards. The smell of sulfur easily reached my nostrils, and I smiled as I allowed my chin to rest on my open palm.
"Oh?" Henriette's voice was smooth, even as Anthoine paled. "Please, by all means, try one."
As he turned, Henriette simply grabbed one cookie and then thrust it straight through Anthoine's throat, making him choke on it. Then, she waited.
"M-My dear Henriette! I can explain," he said after a short interlude of swallowing. "You're the only one I love, but as a Gramont, you know, the thrill, the passion-"
"I'll burn it out of you," Henriette said with a smile. "Henry, do you mind if I take him with me for a bit?"
"Be my guest," I remarked with a lazy grin, much to Anthoine's concerned expression. The moment he was gone, I stared at the remaining biscuits. So, unless Anthoine had been lucky, there was neither poison nor love potion within them. As I remained alone with the sugary treats, my fingers twitched as I moved to grab one. There was no letter, thus I had no idea whom they belonged to. It could be the gift of a first year, or of a third year. In the filling classroom, of everyone present at the start of the class, Camille hadn't been there, and neither had Josephine.
Knowing the girl, she would have wanted first row seat to the spectacle.
Erring on the side of caution, I faked munching on one and instead palmed it, dropping it in my uniform's pocket the next second.
The mystery of the cookies did puzzle me to no end, but since no answer seemed forthcoming, I decided to leave it at the back of my mind. Perhaps someone had messed up and placed them on the wrong desk? Cookies were more of a gift for Anthoine rather than for me.
Could it be?
Could this be a Guiche-like double timing thing?
There was only one way to find out.
"Nevermore, quoth the raven," I said as Raven flew in through the open window, landing neatly in front of me. He cawed, and I looked at him thoughtfully. "Where would one go, if one wished to bake cookies and yet were a noble scion?" I asked my Raven, who in turn cawed and inclined his head to the side.
"The kitchens! The kitchens!" he cawed, happily receiving a biscuit as a treat.
"Excellent deduction, Raven-tson," I said with a nod, rubbing his head affectionately. After the class with professor Guiteau ended -crafting wind blades was different from crafting wind hammers, but both were different from crafting wind shields- I headed straight for the kitchens.
"It must be a lower ranked noble, a baronet's daughter perhaps?" I pointed out to my Raven. "Kitchen work isn't something they'd normally do. Though learning how to bake is considered refined depending on how it's done...and how many servants help you along the way," I hummed as I stepped into the world of servants, or better yet, into the realm of Marteau.
"Chef Marteau?" I asked as I stared up at the big, burly man who in turn looked down at me with deference, but yet being definitely not in love with the idea of having a noble in his kitchen.
"It's me, my lord," Marteau said. "May I help you?"
"Someone used the kitchen to bake cookies recently, judging by their firmness, either really early this morning, or late last night," I pointed out, pulling out the biscuit package. "I need to have a description of the girl in question. She forgot to add butter to them, and that's a grievous sin that needs immediate correction."
Marteau furrowed his brows, his eyes widening as I spoke. "She didn't put the butter in? But I was sure to check-" he bit his tongue, but it was too late.
"You don't have to worry," I said softly. "It's not my intention to make a big deal out of this. I merely wish to properly thank the lady for the gift, and then tell her that unfortunately, I am betrothed. I reckon it's the only fair thing I can do."
"Well, as far as a Gramont, you've-" I chuckled, and shook my head.
"Then the reason changes to telling her she placed the cookies on the wrong desk," I said. "I'm Valliere. Henry Philippe de la Valliere," I added with a smile. "So...the name or description of this fair lady?"
A third year by the name of Carolette, with auburn hair and two most convincing arguments to her qualities, wasn't that difficult to find. She was the daughter of an earl though, so my idea that she was a baronet's daughter was out. "What is it?" she asked, a hand on her hip as she looked at me, clearly trying to hide her nervousness at being called out by me in question.
"You placed these on the wrong desk," I said quite frankly, pulling the biscuits out. "Anthoine's desk is to my left, he's the third to last desk starting from the window-" she swatted the biscuits off my hand and on the ground.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she exclaimed hotly, "I wouldn't do anything of the sorts-"
I inclined my head to the side, "I am not accusing you of anything," I continued gently, looking at the crumpled biscuits on the floor. "Though that's quite the waste. Raven, well, have all the treats you want-" at my words, Raven flew off and landed neatly near the biscuits, starting to peck them with greed and pleasure.
The sorrowful look on Carolette's face was plain to see. "It is not in my interests to call you out, or tell you anything. I merely wished to inform you of the correct disposition of the desks," I said as I made a light bow, "I apologize if it made you feel uncomfortable."
"N-No, nothing of the sorts! Please don't bow," Carolette said, her cheeks reddening from shame as she bowed in turn. "I'm the one who should apologize-I just...I'm sorry," she said, a hand to her chest. "I should have known better."
"Being young and in love is nothing to recriminate about," I answered with a small smile. "Though Anthoine is betrothed, so...rather, I'm saying do as you wish, but be careful because Henriette's dragon doesn't spew as much fire as Henriette herself."
Carolette fidgeted, and then nodded as I took my leave.
"Oi, Raven, enough with the biscuits," I said as Raven gathered all the cookies it could inside the remains of the pouch and then flew towards me with said pouch in his beak. "If you get fat, I'll have to make you fly around the whole school until you slim down," I drawled, even as Raven emitted a guttural sound from his closed beak.
Humming to myself, I yawned and rubbed my eyes a bit. Perhaps I should catch a nap?
There were no afternoon lessons after all, and-
"Wait a minute," I blinked. "Wardes knows I'm allowed to leave only on Void Days. He knows nothing about the other days-" I stared at Raven, who in turn stared at me, his deep dark eyes twinkling as he understood implicitly my message.
My walking soon turned into a frenzied dash for the academy's horses.
Freedom, here I come!
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
- Location
- United States. Ish.
Nope. Remember the 'text fixes' patch they pushed yesterday? Also had the fix for the SAN overhaul and a few tweaks to summoning. Ah, that takes me back...
EDIT: Also, summoning elder gods is now tonally and rhythmically sensitive. This is mentioned nowhere, so presumably it's a bug.
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- Location
- Dual citizen of SV&SB
Hrm. Tested it. San loss is occurring; but still in the egg. Had to burn test egg as it had turned purple and sprouted tentacles. Think they might have had the patch vary by region, to make us test it a few different fixes.
*Thump* "Freedom, Henry? I'd also love to see it with you" ~Wardes, from the sky.
- Location
- Leeds
...
- Location
- Leeds
When they handed out a developers license for the laws of nature and all reality you'd have though someone competent applied.
- Location
- Dreary ol' London Town
And then Wardes appears with a sorry and amused expression on his face
Chapter Forty-Three
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Forty-Three
The smile on my lips grew a hundredfold when my prediction turned out to be correct. Wardes had no idea of the precise schedule of the school, and he couldn't patrol the roads every single instant of his life. He might have known I had an afternoon free as much as not, but he thought I wouldn't waste two hours of horse ride just to waste a single hour going around the capital before coming back due to the two hours of the trip back.
Unfortunately for him, I did seek out any tiny scrap of freedom I could obtain.
The bustling city was filled with people working, moving around, doing their hardest to make their own ends meet. Differently from the Void-Day scenario, the city was far more alive now, with the workers and clerks in the shops doing their best to sell their products, rather than just lazily stand around and watch people come and go from their shops without moving much of a finger.
My purse was held tightly around my neck, hidden within my clothes. It wouldn't do to have it stolen -though nobody sane of his mind would steal from a noble unless truly famished, I still did not want to make it easy for someone to steal from me.
I found a local press that was more than willing to do the job I'd commission them, and swore they'd make a book fitting for royalty out of the manuscript I brought them. I would still bring jewels for Isabella's birthday party, but I'd hand the book off in private at a later time.
My eyes moved now to my next target. The Charming Fairy Inn wasn't a brothel by a long shot, but it was the sort of establishment where you couldn't just enter willy-nilly and hope for the best. It was the sort of place where, at the very least, you should change the color of your hair with a hair-dye spell.
Bright green hair on my head -and it was sad to see it was such a normal color, truly- I stepped inside the inn and headed right for the counter, hopping on one of the bar stools with a bright smile on my face. "Oi, bartender," I said, "What's the best wine you've got? Without watering it down," I continued. Scarron's form was as always terrifying to behold. He pursed his full red-lipstick lips and made quite the girly exclamation of thinking it through.
"We have a Red Clarent, or a Saint Patron," he said. "Both are quite good."
"Uhm, which of the two has a mellower richer taste?" I remarked, "I want something to drink while mulling over my thoughts."
"Then, the Red Clarent it is," Scarron said. "Mi mademoiselle here will serve you!" he added with a giggle, to which I replied with a shrug of my shoulders as I accepted the glass of wine from his hands.
"Have you come in town seeking wines?" Scarron asked, to which I shook my head, taking long sips and exhaling in relief as the taste went through my tongue, before going down my throat.
"No, mostly been looking to have a bit of freedom for myself before going back to my obligations," I acquiesced. "I swear-if it's not one thing it's the other. One hour of freedom out of the whole week-but I shouldn't complain. I don't have to work every hour of the day," I added softly, "Still...it's like being in a cage," I grumbled, "The bars are gold, but it's still a cage."
"Oh my! I too felt like that," Scarron pointed at his hairy chest, "but then I realized I was lying to myself! Oh-nothing to it, I had to just sprout my wings like a fairy and fly-" as he said that, and made a pirouette, I giggled.
"You're a great man," I said with a nod. "I can approve of that courage, it mustn't have been easy."
"Oh no it wasn't, but for some things I-" he blinked, "My! Monsieur, you're making me talk when I shouldn't-it's not good." I chuckled again.
"Don't worry about it. I like to listen to people's stories," I admitted, "different lives, different things, different thoughts-no two people think the same, did you know that? So, I want to listen, and discover how they think and why," my smile was warm as I stared at the bottom of my glass. "But we have a different problem, bartender," I said most seriously, locking eyes with him. "I can see the bottom of my glass."
Quickly, Scarron refilled it with a giggle.
Half an hour later, I paid my due and waved the man dressed as a woman goodbye. It was funny seeing how there was no Jessica, but a beautiful looking woman with dark raven hair that was, without a doubt, Scarron's wife. Perhaps she stopped serving at the pub after Jessica took over? Or perhaps she died somewhere down the line. Still, as I walked out and into the streets, I knew I was in time to head back to the academy before dinner was served.
"Raven," I said as my familiar swooped down from the nearby lamppost, "anything to report?"
"Missed you! Missed you!" Raven cawed, making me d'aw deep inside.
"I missed you too!" I rubbed his head gently, heading back for my horse, and then for the trip back to the academy.
Nobody dared to ask where I had gone. For all they knew I had been horse riding in a sort of André-infused mania, or gone train my familiar to collect reagents. Whatever the reason, I was relatively sure nobody would speak of this to Wardes, and he would see no reason to come bother me on this particular afternoon for the weeks to come.
"Raven," I said gently that night, "Nothing tastes better than freedom, do you know that?" I remarked as I placed my quill upon the blank parchment. "So, my Raven...what shall we write of?"
"Freedom!" Raven said, flapping his wings. "Freedom!"
"Quoth the Raven," I nodded, "Uhm...Anastasia..." I tapped my chin. "Or perhaps, something else?" I blinked. "Of course," I nodded, "Rapunzel. My dear Rapunzel, locked in a tall tower with no means to escape, long golden hair brimming with magic-" I hummed, "And to satisfy the clergy, the one who saves her from the evil clutches of the dark witch is a proud and noble holy man of Brimir."
With the idea in my head now firmly planted, I once more began to write.
You can take away a man's freedom. You can restrict his movements. You can do everything in your power to keep him under your control.
But you can never steal his dreams. You can never take away his thoughts.
And as a writer, my dreams were an integral part of my being.
Come try to take them away, life. I'll rebuke you at each turn. I'll deny you. I'll refuse you. I'll choke you with my own hands if necessary.
The fundamental right of man is to be free! So come, come with your armies of do and do nots, come with your powerful orders and laws!
I fear you not, for in my heart, there is only-
"Porn!" Raven exclaimed, flapping his wings.
I cringed. "What did I say about repeating certain words?" I stared at him, and he looked back unashamedly uncaring.
"Fifty shades of Brimir!" Raven continued, "The Maid-Head!"
"Don't speak those titles out loud for the gods' sake!" I yelled back, raising a finger in his direction, "Don't you dare."
Raven laughed, and then hopped off his perch to land on my bed, nestling and pulling one side of the sheets to cover himself. "Bed! Late!"
"Later," I grumbled. "Sleep is for the weak."
Still, Raven did not hear me.
And to the sounds of a crow's soft snoring, and the scribbling of a quill upon parchment, the night dragged on.
It was a good night.
A good night indeed.
The smile on my lips grew a hundredfold when my prediction turned out to be correct. Wardes had no idea of the precise schedule of the school, and he couldn't patrol the roads every single instant of his life. He might have known I had an afternoon free as much as not, but he thought I wouldn't waste two hours of horse ride just to waste a single hour going around the capital before coming back due to the two hours of the trip back.
Unfortunately for him, I did seek out any tiny scrap of freedom I could obtain.
The bustling city was filled with people working, moving around, doing their hardest to make their own ends meet. Differently from the Void-Day scenario, the city was far more alive now, with the workers and clerks in the shops doing their best to sell their products, rather than just lazily stand around and watch people come and go from their shops without moving much of a finger.
My purse was held tightly around my neck, hidden within my clothes. It wouldn't do to have it stolen -though nobody sane of his mind would steal from a noble unless truly famished, I still did not want to make it easy for someone to steal from me.
I found a local press that was more than willing to do the job I'd commission them, and swore they'd make a book fitting for royalty out of the manuscript I brought them. I would still bring jewels for Isabella's birthday party, but I'd hand the book off in private at a later time.
My eyes moved now to my next target. The Charming Fairy Inn wasn't a brothel by a long shot, but it was the sort of establishment where you couldn't just enter willy-nilly and hope for the best. It was the sort of place where, at the very least, you should change the color of your hair with a hair-dye spell.
Bright green hair on my head -and it was sad to see it was such a normal color, truly- I stepped inside the inn and headed right for the counter, hopping on one of the bar stools with a bright smile on my face. "Oi, bartender," I said, "What's the best wine you've got? Without watering it down," I continued. Scarron's form was as always terrifying to behold. He pursed his full red-lipstick lips and made quite the girly exclamation of thinking it through.
"We have a Red Clarent, or a Saint Patron," he said. "Both are quite good."
"Uhm, which of the two has a mellower richer taste?" I remarked, "I want something to drink while mulling over my thoughts."
"Then, the Red Clarent it is," Scarron said. "Mi mademoiselle here will serve you!" he added with a giggle, to which I replied with a shrug of my shoulders as I accepted the glass of wine from his hands.
"Have you come in town seeking wines?" Scarron asked, to which I shook my head, taking long sips and exhaling in relief as the taste went through my tongue, before going down my throat.
"No, mostly been looking to have a bit of freedom for myself before going back to my obligations," I acquiesced. "I swear-if it's not one thing it's the other. One hour of freedom out of the whole week-but I shouldn't complain. I don't have to work every hour of the day," I added softly, "Still...it's like being in a cage," I grumbled, "The bars are gold, but it's still a cage."
"Oh my! I too felt like that," Scarron pointed at his hairy chest, "but then I realized I was lying to myself! Oh-nothing to it, I had to just sprout my wings like a fairy and fly-" as he said that, and made a pirouette, I giggled.
"You're a great man," I said with a nod. "I can approve of that courage, it mustn't have been easy."
"Oh no it wasn't, but for some things I-" he blinked, "My! Monsieur, you're making me talk when I shouldn't-it's not good." I chuckled again.
"Don't worry about it. I like to listen to people's stories," I admitted, "different lives, different things, different thoughts-no two people think the same, did you know that? So, I want to listen, and discover how they think and why," my smile was warm as I stared at the bottom of my glass. "But we have a different problem, bartender," I said most seriously, locking eyes with him. "I can see the bottom of my glass."
Quickly, Scarron refilled it with a giggle.
Half an hour later, I paid my due and waved the man dressed as a woman goodbye. It was funny seeing how there was no Jessica, but a beautiful looking woman with dark raven hair that was, without a doubt, Scarron's wife. Perhaps she stopped serving at the pub after Jessica took over? Or perhaps she died somewhere down the line. Still, as I walked out and into the streets, I knew I was in time to head back to the academy before dinner was served.
"Raven," I said as my familiar swooped down from the nearby lamppost, "anything to report?"
"Missed you! Missed you!" Raven cawed, making me d'aw deep inside.
"I missed you too!" I rubbed his head gently, heading back for my horse, and then for the trip back to the academy.
Nobody dared to ask where I had gone. For all they knew I had been horse riding in a sort of André-infused mania, or gone train my familiar to collect reagents. Whatever the reason, I was relatively sure nobody would speak of this to Wardes, and he would see no reason to come bother me on this particular afternoon for the weeks to come.
"Raven," I said gently that night, "Nothing tastes better than freedom, do you know that?" I remarked as I placed my quill upon the blank parchment. "So, my Raven...what shall we write of?"
"Freedom!" Raven said, flapping his wings. "Freedom!"
"Quoth the Raven," I nodded, "Uhm...Anastasia..." I tapped my chin. "Or perhaps, something else?" I blinked. "Of course," I nodded, "Rapunzel. My dear Rapunzel, locked in a tall tower with no means to escape, long golden hair brimming with magic-" I hummed, "And to satisfy the clergy, the one who saves her from the evil clutches of the dark witch is a proud and noble holy man of Brimir."
With the idea in my head now firmly planted, I once more began to write.
You can take away a man's freedom. You can restrict his movements. You can do everything in your power to keep him under your control.
But you can never steal his dreams. You can never take away his thoughts.
And as a writer, my dreams were an integral part of my being.
Come try to take them away, life. I'll rebuke you at each turn. I'll deny you. I'll refuse you. I'll choke you with my own hands if necessary.
The fundamental right of man is to be free! So come, come with your armies of do and do nots, come with your powerful orders and laws!
I fear you not, for in my heart, there is only-
"Porn!" Raven exclaimed, flapping his wings.
I cringed. "What did I say about repeating certain words?" I stared at him, and he looked back unashamedly uncaring.
"Fifty shades of Brimir!" Raven continued, "The Maid-Head!"
"Don't speak those titles out loud for the gods' sake!" I yelled back, raising a finger in his direction, "Don't you dare."
Raven laughed, and then hopped off his perch to land on my bed, nestling and pulling one side of the sheets to cover himself. "Bed! Late!"
"Later," I grumbled. "Sleep is for the weak."
Still, Raven did not hear me.
And to the sounds of a crow's soft snoring, and the scribbling of a quill upon parchment, the night dragged on.
It was a good night.
A good night indeed.
SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
'50 Shades of Brimir' sounds a lot like gay porn... I'm sure the ladies would hail you as a god among writers if they ever got a hold of it.
- Location
- Florida
That crow has his priorities straight. On another note, good job on the chapter.
Requiem_Jeer
The Most High
Sleep is for the weak indeed. Second chapter of the night.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
*Is Italian*
Second chapter of the morning. (First one from 8.30 to 9. Second from 9.04 to 9.39 circa)
I could see that one being really popular but with no one daring to say they have it.
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
- Location
- United States. Ish.
1) Henry, you don't have anywhere near enough coffee on your continent yet for that to work.
2) Shade, it hadn't even been an hour. What even are you?!
Niantic's not that bad, they just vastly underestimated how many people would be using the reality they developed.
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PseudoSim
Intentionally Obfuscating
- Location
- Beating my muse with a bat for being a pain
I will continue to maintain that Raven has/is a little girl in form and mind and Henry is unknowingly corrupting her innocent mind with sugary treats and his secret writing projects.
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- Location
- Own World
He is actually becoming something like Shadespeare.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
THE ANCIENT HORROR FROM THE DEPTHS THAT WRITES UPON THE SKIN OF A HUNDRED SLAVES WITH THOUSANDS OF BARBED TENTACLES FILLED WITH INK
...
THE APEX OF MACHINERY EVOLVED WITHIN A FLESHY EXTERIOR THAT IS BUT MY GUISE TO THE CONQUEST OF THE WORLD!
I'm Shade!
Requiem_Jeer
The Most High
You know, you mention being Italian in both of your fics I read, and, as an American, did not connect this to actually being currently in Italy. Identifying with your ancestral culture and being physically there isn't an automatic deduction for Americans.
This wouldn't happen if you didn't list your location as 'Muse World'
- Location
- Leeds
Obviously no one believes you.