forum Soup Cult (Chowder and Stew welcom)

Started November 04, 2021 by @Otto_OtterOverlord

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Ren: Naw, I just needed to see your experience… and know it was made out of humans…. to not really have an appetite. Plus I've eaten some pretty questionable things before, so. He fiddles with a fork

Soup: Grinning So which humans is it made of?

Shirija: Grins. Have you noticed the missing guards? Oh, and I’m planning on something special later. Sets down the pot of stew so it’s free to anybody, then grabs a pouch from her hip and sniffs the contents for a long moment.

On’nyosh: That’s the bag for the hair and other whatnot she collects. She’s weird. Shakes his head.

Soup: Smirks Hair soup?

Wren: Smiles How questionable are we talking here?

On’nyosh: Shakes his head. She doesn’t cook hair, she collects it. And sniffs it all the time. Shudders.

Shirija: Looks up and glares at On’nyosh. At least I have something small and quiet that amuses me, you rude jester!

On’nyosh: Snorts. She’s mad because she hasn’t gotten any of my hair yet.

Shirija: Continues to glare. I see jester soup for dinner.

On’nyosh: Good luck with that.

Shirija: I have my goddess. Luck is meaningless.

On’nyosh: Whatever makes you happy, cannibal zealot.

Ren: shrugs, smiling I was a weird kid. looks down the table. Uhhh, alright. I mean, I won't judge people's food choices.

Mei walks in I bet you are all wondering why I have gathered you here today.

Addic: stumbles into the room, clearly drunk hey, sorry I am late… dose anyone have any thing to restore a body? I just drank some delicious poison and ran out of my stuff… Corin knows what I mean. falls over and passes out

Ren: …oh. Oh my god

On’nyosh: Snickers at Addic.

Shirija: Watches Addic and grins. Ooh, a gift from the goddess. Moves toward Addic.

On’nyosh: Snatches Shirija. No you don’t. You’re not touching him whatsoever.

Shirija: Lashes out at On’nyosh, but fails to escape. It is a gift! You would have me forsake such a thing!

On’nyosh: Yes. Now, shut up and sit down, you damn crazy cannibal. Pulls her toward a seat.

Shirija: Huffs and sits down, glaring at On’nyosh.

Addic: groans in pain still passed out

Wren: Sighs, creates a cure for the poison Here you go, Addic. Take it.

Ren: walks over tentatively to Addic oh gee, kid. I… really hope you’re Scottish or something because you’re definitely underage.

Ren: well… I guess in Greece you just have to be 18. Along with the rest of Europe. And… Canada you need to be 19… sir are you European or Canadian?

Corrin: What happened to your stuff?

Addic: sits up and rubs his head I ran out… and no I am not European or Canadian. I think I'm from Russia, but I could be wrong.

Wren: You think? What does that mean?

Ren: looks at Addic, concerned, then hands him Wrens concoction. Here. Take it easy, don’t stand up too fast.

Addic: I don't know where I am from, but I do a really good Russian ascent… lays back down and groans is the antidote you made in the form of a powder?

Ren: laughs. Well, that’s something. Does anyone have a napkin or something?
turns to Wren and is the antidote thing a powder?

Wren: Yep. I'm smart, after all. Gives it to Addic

Addic: why do you need a napkin? dumps antidote into small flask and shakes it

Ren: grabs a napkin from the table and dips it in water, then lays it on Addics forehead. voitháei. It will help it the nausea. suspicious glance what is in that flask?

Addic: nope, got it covered. drinks flask

Addic: wow… sits up and shakes head what did you give me?