Seeker of Thrones 5-37
Chapter: 5
“Vastoki was Prince Kassardi’s first wife, and the youngest. She wore only one ring and kept her fingernails expertly trimmed. Her dress was a short cut, her vela plain and good for traveling, and she wore eye glasses. Her teeth were filed to points, and she kept sparrow feathers tucked behind her ear. She was a master marksmen with the long rifle, with which she had trained her whole life, so that on her wedding day she could swiftly assassinate her rivals. By the time it had reached her wedding day she had hunted five men in practice and was thirsty for blood.
It was for this reason she was the first to set out in search when the prince was found missing.”
– Tales of the Silver Prince
Cio, with the most skeptical bedroom eyes ever…
Aristotle thinks he knows
about nutrition and corruption.
Some things need moderating more than others.
…And yeah, re: mouseover, I think I’ve eaten at the stall next door. The one that was half a hair less skeevy and not so stingy with the peppers.
I remember that one too! I’ve been there when I was on my last Pan-Omniverse Bankers’ Association meeting. And let me tell you, they’re spicy but pricey! I ordered the Magrathea-style glazed hydranoodles, and it ended up being so expensive after my 16th round that I had to give them a couple gallons of my blood… And the Phlebotomist’s Guild were assholes; what do you mean Gold isn’t a blood type?!
I wonder then, if next we shall see an exchange between one who thinks herself wise and one who has found herself wise.
None of the latter are yet present. Aesma’s blessings be upon them.
Boom.
Allison, really! One of your companions/subjects is still eating! Have some basic courtesy!
Such courtesy is bellow those with limited potetial…however, I myself would be quite miffed if I hadn’t even begun to eat my noodles after waiting a good portion to cool. Little deary here should take a box to-go.
Lovely noodle shop, though I worry what that red card can do…. Maybe its a method of payment?
It would seem as though Allison’s appetite has not suffered in her deal with Incubus.
Although perhaps that hunger is another side effect of the true emptiness to come…
Holy YISUN, do I spot a statue of Aesma in her wild young age?
And knowing who really is Gog-Agog, that statue makes for some fine irony.
I must have spent ten minutes just fanboying over this page. So. Much. Freaking. Detail. You can practically smell and taste the place. I wanna try that tea -though it’ll probably be awful- and put a coin into that donation box with the lucky frog. I freaking LOVE it.
Also, CIO <3
Is that a Gog Magog statue? It seems like a rather flippant to treat the image of one of the “gods” of the Seven-Part World.
Gog-Agog is so vain that she’d likely see it as a compliment for there to be cheap statuettes of her in a noodle stall
TIME TO DUEL
Pharoah Yami wishes he could summon that many paper soldiers in one turn.
Don’t you mean time to D-D-D-D-DUEL?
O, Alison. Your fall will be thunderous.
I feel like I’m in Noodle surgery here at Flavortown Memorial.
Hmm, what could that card be?
Well, at least the heiress knows enough to not become consumed with power for days on end. All the other new demiurge i met went mad for days if not weeks before gained even a fragment of their sanity back.
“Vastoki was Prince Kassardi’s first wive”
I think you mean wife? But really I don’t know what Kassardi looks for in a companion.
It also refers to her as a “marksmen” so I do wonder if the plurals are intentional?
It’s W.I.V.E.: Wired Integrated Velociraptor Electroencephalograph.
The prince was wed to an automated dinosaur.
It wore feathers.
This is axiomatic.
You are a marvel.
I wish one day to eat there.
Don’t forget: this is Heaven! The price of entry has always been your death.
Cumin, cheap incense and cigarettes.
It would appear Princess is keeping a weather eye on AL-YIS-UN. She cannot release their other names and turn them Ebon if she turns into a mad vessel for Incubus. Also, if they are departing immediately for Mammon’s palace things are about to get… messy.
*Whistles* Red Card! Player has been found guilty of supernatural Incubus roiding
Damn. You beat me to the red card joke.
It’s all rellative, since everything is on a wheel. If you make one now, technically you’ll be beating me next cycle
Dining under a statue of Aesma is regarded as good luck by those who believe crisis brings opportunity.
–and by those who dine on the broken ruins of the mortals she treads upon.
Something tells me this might not be the thin line between alice-un’s dreams and life might be about to snap
Useful trick: be on the edge of the food vendors.
Close enough that the dear customers will be attracted by their scents, and wander away content and refreshed, but far enough away you don’t have to be within smelling distance of their garbage.
Allison, Nyave is still eating! Rude!
Makes me miss Nishiki market!