Fresh sits at the table with a shaking hand, shoveling another spoonful of ice-cream into her mouth. The sweetness distracts her from the pounding in her head and the incredibly dry sensation of her brain, which feels far more crunchy than how she feels a brain should be, under ideal circumstances.
She had half-expected Jubilee to scold her for eating garbage for breakfast, but Jubilee is too busy laying with their head pressed sideways against the table, a bottle of wa...
2021-10-27 13:08:23 +0000 UTC
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“JUBILEE!” yells Fresh, doing ‘the dance’. “I have to use the bathroooom!” she howls.
“Keg’s still full,” says Jubilee, knocking on the second keg down that hasn’t even been opened yet. The first one, they had emptied through the four of themselves together. It was enough for each of them to have two steins-full. She isn’t sure about the others, but she’s definitely feeling… something. But right now, that feeling is overwhelmed by the more important ...
2021-10-26 18:29:01 +0000 UTC
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“I’m surprised that there isn’t some kind of…” Canta looks around the large, empty room that reeks of a boss-arena. “- sub-boss.”
“It’s not a dungeon, butterfly,” says Alleluia. “It’s a castle.” She looks around the room. “They probably use it for uh… castle things.”
“Castle things?” he asks.
The two of them are walking through a giant, open space. The walls and ceiling are absurdly high and the walls are d...
2021-10-25 18:11:43 +0000 UTC
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Basil isn’t talking to her right now.
Fresh stands downstairs behind the inside counter, running the store today with the priestess behind her at the window. Shamrock is doing his usual work and Jubilee is upstairs, inspecting and fixing up the bear. It probably won’t get a hug, but at the very least, Jubilee is going to patch it up a little, after checking to make sure that it is entirely ‘fuckery free’, as they had promised Basil, saying that if they find anything, ...
2021-10-25 17:12:37 +0000 UTC
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The four of them sit around the inside table, staring at the mangled teddy-bear that they had placed atop it. Despite lifting it up and setting it away from themselves several times, the bear keeps dragging itself forward as it shuffles straight towards Jubilee. One of its beady eyes hanging just as loosely from a thread, as its disconnected, tattered arm that only remains in place because of some fluff that has been knotted up with gunk and some twigs.
“It kind of smells,...
2021-10-24 18:49:15 +0000 UTC
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<- PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Hineni hobbles into the adventurer’s guild. He isn’t sure how he has gotten here, let alone fully dressed. But here he is.
The last thing that he remembers, he was eating a frog on the floor of his bathroom. Also, his scarf smells like owl for some reason. Unfortunately, it is the middle of the day. He would have preferred to come at night, but...
2021-10-23 16:42:10 +0000 UTC
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Wondering why she isn’t dead yet, Fresh opens her eyes and stares at the broad, metallic surface that has appeared before her. A giant, dark-cobalt armored back, belonging to a man who can’t quite contain his excited, heavy breathing. She breaks, her voice shattering like so much ice and glass. “Why aren't you running?!” howls Fresh, feeling her broken shoulder painfully snap back into place from the restorative magic of the befouled lantern floating at her side, as she pushes herself...
2021-10-23 15:40:21 +0000 UTC
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The ‘man’ splutters as the pike presses itself through his chest, the base of the weapon rests against the stones of the floor as Canta leverages it up against the ground, hoisting the flailing demon up suspended atop the pike on full display like a grim banner.
A scream comes from his side as another guard rushes towards them. “Look out!” shouts Alleluia, grabbing his hand and pulling him back towards herself. In that second, she spins around, her leg smashing agains...
2021-10-22 19:07:21 +0000 UTC
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Fresh nods, satisfied. She pulls the curtain to the side along the rod and listens to the slight hissing sound as the metal rings run along the bar that they’re fastened around. She pulls the fabric curtain back open again.
And then, a second later, she closes it again.
Fresh blinks, sliding the curtain of the new dressing room open again for another, of easily a dozen, times.
“Will you knock it off?!” barks Jubilee. “You’re such a ...
2021-10-22 18:18:35 +0000 UTC
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Fresh’s shaking body hoists itself up one more time. “I can’t!” she complains. “I’m going to diiie~” howls Fresh, feeling a shake run through her body, stemming from her trembling core.
Shamrock’s finger presses itself against her forehead, pushing her back down and she lowers herself back down to the floor, lowering herself back to a lying position from the top of her sit-up. Basil is sitting on top of her feet to hold them down, as she couldn’t manage to l...
2021-10-21 17:56:31 +0000 UTC
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“I feel like that was a pretty mean thing to do,” says Alleluia, looking at the bloody pike that Canta has leaned against the wall, adjusting her posture as she sits down on her legs. The two of them had gone through the door.
“It wasn’t,” replies Canta. “They’re demons. I need you to be on-board with me on this,” he says, fiddling around with her crank, which was still bent from back then. They hadn’t really had a chance to fix her up right. Canta sighs, le...
2021-10-20 17:47:52 +0000 UTC
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It is later in the evening, after they had closed for the day and finished their work downstairs.
“If I get crushed in my sleep, I’m not going to forgive you,” says Jubilee, watching her with a wary eye as Fresh points to the spot next to their room. Shamrock carries the large beam there, setting it on the spot which she had marked with a chalk scribble. Downstairs, on the corner of the ‘dressing room’, there is another beam just like this one in the exact spot bene...
2021-10-20 09:59:51 +0000 UTC
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Fresh grunts, laying on her back as she fiddles around with the piping running through the cabinet in the washroom.
The washroom itself is just a simple, square’ish room. There’s the door to the stairwell on one side and a door to the bathroom on the other. It doesn’t have a lock, but they’ve managed to make it work so far by just hanging a little charm on the door handle when someone is inside. The charm is essentially just a little wooden-chicken on a string that Fr...
2021-10-19 09:17:06 +0000 UTC
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Birthday Cake
100 g
- Calories: 486
- Protein: 6 g
- Fat: 27 g
- Carbs: 74 g
- Fiber: 0,4 g
- Sugars: 30 g
Canta shoves the next slice of cake into his mouth, stepping over the body, taking a moment to lick his fingers.
“It seems a little mean, to eat his birthday cake,” suggests Alleluia.
2021-10-18 18:58:16 +0000 UTC
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Fresh wipes her forehead on her sleeve, listening to the sounds of metal boots come up the staircase. It’s the middle of the night, several hours after she had failed to fall asleep. Now she’s fiddling around with the lantern, holding it steady as she tightens a few bolts on it. It constantly tries to fly back up into the air, so she has to hold it down with one hand while she works.
The door opens upstairs and closes a second later and then, after a moment of silence, th...
2021-10-18 07:04:17 +0000 UTC
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Fresh grinds the mixture together, this time taking extra precautions around the grim-powder.
“Are you sure you should be making that gunk?” asks Jubilee, leaned against the door-frame of the workshop.
“You shouldn’t be standing there, Jubilee,” says Fresh, looking over her shoulder. “It might be dangerous here,” she explains, carefully letting the powder sift off of her fingers as she then blows over her hand, getting the rest of it off of hers...
2021-10-17 16:34:25 +0000 UTC
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<- PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Hineni’s sleep is filled with nothing but restless dreams.
He’s running through a burning forest and every time he breaches its edge, he finds himself back inside of it again somehow. There is no owl or anything else. There is just him, the forest and the fire. The same dream returns to him over and over, every time that he wakes up, panting an...
2021-10-16 16:35:29 +0000 UTC
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It’s early in the morning, just before the crack of dawn.
Fresh sighs, slapping her cheeks as she stands outside of the adventurer’s guild, the bag of rare materials slung over her shoulder. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself and her nervous heart down, Fresh nods to herself once and steps inside of the building, immersing herself in the loud, noisy shanty-filled tavern that is the eastern adventurer’s guild.
She’s wearing her once-fluffy robe, f...
2021-10-16 15:05:53 +0000 UTC
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“Halt!” orders the royal-guardsman. The two of them, on the other side of the door, are crossing their pikes to block the hallway. “No unpermitted entry.”
Canta lifts his hands, waving him off. “It’s fine,” he says. “I’m the sin-eater. Besides, we’re doing a thing.” The two guards look at each other for a second, before turning their heads back towards him.
“You’re going to have to leave, sin-eater,” says the guardsman, not impress...
2021-10-15 17:36:13 +0000 UTC
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Fresh sighs, sitting down on the floor of their upstairs room, just next to the staircase as soon as she comes up. Shamrock comes up after her and she grabs his leg, just for the sake of it, with a tired arm as her head leans back against the stone wall. Jubilee and Basil come up a second later.
“What a day,” sighs Basil. Business had really picked up near the middle of the day.
“Yup,” says a tired Jubilee, dragging themselves past them and heading to...
2021-10-15 08:39:22 +0000 UTC
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Fresh scoops another ball of ice-cream onto the cone of a wide-eyed elf, who seems particularly mesmerized by the sweets that he’s come back to order a second portion of.
“Thanks,” he says, nodding, but never taking his eyes off of the large cone in his hands as he turns to head back to the table his group is sitting around.
[Mercantile 7]
Fresh blinks, looking at the window. “Wow, it’s really been a while,” she says to hers...
2021-10-14 16:58:11 +0000 UTC
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Canta looks around the room, his boot standing on top of a human skull. But that person was a demon so, morally, it’s fine. Probably. “I’ll say this went well,” says Canta.
A man next to him, laying on the ground, splutters, coughing out a mouthful of blood.
Alleluia nods. “Yeah, we really turned the tide there at the end!” she exclaims, trying and failing to shadow-box. “Good thing we fought so many goblins together!”
“I ca...
2021-10-13 18:25:56 +0000 UTC
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It is several hours later. The upstairs room of their house is quiet and the only noise which breaks the silence is the sound of Basil noisily sipping her tea while she stares across the table at Jubilee. The priestess is doing her best to keep the tea-cup and plate she is holding steady in her shaking hands. She is mostly unsuccessful and the pieces of dishware clacker noisily against each other.
Fresh and Jubilee had spent a little while longer outside, talking about such d...
2021-10-13 07:53:46 +0000 UTC
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<- PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Sparks fly out in all directions as Hineni strikes against the clamped down blade of the sword again, hammering the red-hot piece of metal flat into shape. It’s all he can do to hit the right spot with his non-dominant arm.
“Left,” says Obscura.
Hineni, following her words rather than his instincts, tries to hit a small bulge on the lef...
2021-10-12 15:25:36 +0000 UTC
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Fresh’s heart beats strongly in her chest as she and Jubilee walk down the beach, towards a more secluded area. She had left her broom and the hat at home and the two of them stroll down along the ocean-side. Fresh hasn’t said anything yet and neither has Jubilee, as the two of them just continue walking through to an uncrabby part of the beach. She’s been doing her best not to cry, but she hasn’t really been managing and not even the lulling drone of the crashing waves of the ocean s...
2021-10-12 09:40:05 +0000 UTC
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In aid of the defense of the throne-room, Canta lunges out of the line of guardsmen and latches onto the black mass lurching their way, sinking his teeth into the first demon of many.
Everything goes white.
“I want a puppy!” yells Emanuela, crossing her arms and glaring up at her mother who looks back down towards her, shaking her head.
“One day, my sweet,” promises the woman, grabbing her hand. “When we have the money. I promise,...
2021-10-11 18:59:10 +0000 UTC
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The rain pouring outside of the city really does sound very bitter. Yet somehow, despite seeing it on the edge of her periphery, despite the cascade of the water being present in her ears, it doesn’t seem to be paid the least of mind by any of the people here, who all only have eyes for the stage. The storm itself never seems to manage to come any closer, as if some spell cast around the city were encasing it and creating a space that is protected from any such things. Or maybe it’s somet...
2021-10-11 15:05:56 +0000 UTC
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“Wow, you’re real,” says the strange girl, bewildered. “Are you alright?” she asks again a second time.
Fresh nervously looks up at the stranger, standing in front of herself. Dusting herself off, Fresh gets up, grabbing her broom. Should she make a break for it? “I’m alright, thank you,” replies Fresh, turning away to both wipe off and also hide her own face.
She blinks. Wait… Isn’t her face hidden anyways, because of the hat?
2021-10-10 16:44:26 +0000 UTC
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Just because things are nice now, doesn’t mean they always are, right? Fresh reminds herself of the fair back in the west. During that celebration, people there had been unusually jovial and loud as well. Well, except to her, but that’s not relevant. Surely, by this time tomorrow, everyone is going to go back to being… heavy.
- Right?
Fresh feels the cold night-air pressing up through her hair as she holds onto the handle of the broom with a vice-like g...
2021-10-09 19:01:56 +0000 UTC
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Alleluia does her best to stifle her giggle. Not because of any worry of getting caught, but rather because of Canta’s ice-cold glare that shoots towards her, daring her to say a single word.
“As if you look any better,” he hisses under his breath, staring at the priestess’ habit that she’s also wearing. Alleluia spins around, arching her backside out towards him.
“You don’t think so?” she asks playfully, pressing herself against him.
2021-10-08 17:58:09 +0000 UTC
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