"Hey, Mister Fancy Silver Werewolf," Fabius called out to Ben from the serving area, "You want more plate?"
"Well, I don't know," Dax said. "I didn't even know what a dolphin was until today. But whenever I bought tuna from the fishmonger, these damned kids from the magical academy would yell about the fish not being 'dolphin-safe'. I just figured that it was all that incense doing the talking, and if it wasn't - well, I knew I wasn't a dolphin, so I'd be fine."
"Fuckin' environmentalist magic users!" Guy yelled in agreement, "Thinking they're so cool because they harass a man trying to make a living and the man trying to get food! I worked a security detail on this remote island once for these loggers and the elves and druids and spirits and nature dragons wouldn't shut up about the environment!"
Guy cracked a smile at Dax. "So me, Patches, and this really great guy who rode a firedrake—I gotta tell you a story about him sometime, really great guy—went deep into the forest and found their leader. Total crackpot, obviously just leading a cult. So Patches showed the man what the insides of his legs looked like, we brokered an agreement, and then sustainably harvested the forest. Apparently an Avatar of the forest showed up and tried to stop them, but was quickly killed."
Yathe accepted Curio's little finger with a small smile.
"A most fine one indeed." the pixie replied. She could not help but notice the light in his eyes when she mention her place of work. "How about you assist me in getting some dinner and we talk more at the table?" she said while pulling Curio's finger towards the food.
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Dalhouse couldn't help but hear the very looud catman bellowing his opinion and spoke up. "Well it was their environment to start with, wasn't it?"
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"Go for it," Nora answered. "Name's Nora - Nora Ridge!"
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◊ onto her fork, she took a bite. "Mmm~! And yours?"
"True." Guy said, "But they could have, you know... Not shot the representative we sent to try to make a deal. Thirty-seven times. And skinned him. And turned his skull into a fashionable hat. That's, ah, yeah, a bit of a dealbreaker."
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"You have a point."
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Nevenka growled appreciatively as Johannes' eyes went wide with awe.
"You...you can speak dragontongue?!"
The young man had only heard rumours of such people when he grew up back home. His father had told stories about them, but he had again only heard them from his father again, who'd said he'd met someone with that gift many years ago.
It was then Johannes heard that they were being called to dinner, and he realized how hungry he was. He decided to let that be a topic of conversation over food, and headed for the mess hall.
Rin followed Corona, taking note of all the wiring, every cluster and node. Such craftsmanship and expertise had been put into the arrangement...so this was why her Master had said she should go into the world and seek experience.
It took a while before Rin recognized the smell of food. It had been a while since lunch, she realized, and even though she hadn't been part of the battle, she could do with a plate of hot food now. She started leading Corona towards the mess hall.
"It smells like dinner, Corona. We should go and get some before the others eat it all...uhm, do you eat?"
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"You, uh, seem pretty dedicated to your beliefs there, pal," Dax jokingly said to the elf as he chomped down on a piece of fish almost as large as his hand.
"...I do not," Corona admitted, crossing her arms as she followed Rin to the dining area. "Unfortunately, the senses of taste and smell were beyond my creator's capability to provide even simulacra of."
There was a brief pause. "...still, I will come along regardless. Dining is an opportunity for me to further develop my socialization."
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“Beings…from a world like our own..but shadows?” Lumella raised her wing up and down watching the shadows play on the floor.
“That sounds really nice. I wonder if your shadow-friends think us odd.” Lumella moved to mirror Violet’s motions. She was taking position to help wherever needed in the kitchen.
“And I do wash my talons often before every meal and right after. I can’t very well cook with dirty feet. Somehow, I can’t stop dropping feathers in things though.” The confession came honestly and openly.
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Before following Johannes towards the mess, Mazz turned back towards the stable, "Share," he said to huntress, who was already sniffing around the area.
After catching up to the young man who had started ahead of him, Mazz continued, "Yes, and it comes in handy when traveling. Most creatures of draconic stock can be bought off with offerings of fish or beef, which is how I've been making my living as a guide for the past couple years."
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"Mmm? Ah, but of course." Curio replied, seeing the buffet was open. He walked to the buffet and took two plates and set them on the counter.
"So what shall you have?" Curio asked* while looking over the various foods for something he'd fancy.
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Violet stared sharply in Lumella's eyes for her next words "That feather deal is a major problem. People complain when there is a hair in their meal, could you imagine how they'd react about a feather."
Ben pretty much had demolished his meal now, it was rude but he couldn't help but lick the bowl. His parents weren't here to scold him for it and it wouldn't look so weird for a fox to do it.
Thinking about it, ever since the curse, dinners always had to be before sunset at his house. A servant got yelled at when dinner looked like it was being delayed, they really wanted him to eat his meals like people of his class tend to do, not what you'd expect from a pet. The family members around Benjamin's age joked about him being the family pet, even knowing he was the most likely heir for the head of the family but the older members not so much.
Ben's sensitive ears heard the elph, elf and cat talking about the forest. He walked over to them saying "Wow, they did that to someone trying to talk to them? My father hunted in a sacred forest and all that happened was I got cursed by a nature spirit. Oh right, I'm stuck as a talking fox at night, I was the man with fox ears earlier but well, curse."
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"That, that, and that." Yathe pointed at various edibles across the table. Her choices were noticeably lacking in any sort of meat. "I think I saw some toothpicks down the line, I guess I can use that to skewer my food."
The pixie zoomed up and down the line, looking for anything else she might want. Satisfied that she had all she needed, Yathe returned to her roommate's side.
"I'll go find us some seats!"
Find him a seat anyway. She would managed from sitting on the table itself. From the food line, Yathe flew to the crowded dining area. Naturally it was already filled with crew members eating to their hearts content. Yathe hovered over each table, looking around each one for empty spots. On her third table she spotted a vacant seat.
"Taken?" She inquired of Nora, who was sitting across from it. Without waiting for an answer, she waved Curio over.
"Hmm? Nope," Nora answered, stacking her third plate and carrying onto her 4th and having apparently been left alone by the elf for the elph (and the cat). "Help yourself!"
Yethe couldn't help but stare at Nora as she floated down to the table. The other woman was not eating so much as inhaling the food on her plate. And there were already several she had licked clean!
"Where are you putting it all?" she asked absentmindedly.
Nora looked at the fairy quizzically. "My stomach, of course. Where else?"
"Is your stomach magic?" Yathe asked with disbelief. "You cannot possibly fit all of that into you."
Suddenly, a clear metallic sound echoed numerous times around the dinning room. The Captain had stood from her chair and was now softly hitting her cup with the back of a clean fork.
"Gentlemen! Ladies! And the rest of my crew that are none of those two" says the Captain in an excited tone as she raises her cup high in the air "I propose a toast, to our first victory in battle... and to our wonderful voyage! None of this would have been possible without every single one of you gathered here tonight"
"So to us, to the tomorrow and to our journey, lets us toast now!"
"YES!" Fabius shouted, "Is good to toast!". He then gave the traditional Gurbenian toast: Drinking from a glass of ale and throwing it to the floor.
"Oh, uh, what'do we do, man?" Dax asked the cat who was nearby. He had an idea, though. He stuck out his trunk, and blasted a few notes out.
"Oh shit. I don't drink either." Guy said. He quickly swiped a wineglass from a nearby faceless sailor and raised his glass. "Yaaaay." He said flatly, "Here's to further days of wholesale annihlation of privateers."
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Zander as well joined in on the festivities, grabbed his glass of ale, and quickly downed it . He then stood up in his chair and tossed his glass on the ground following the man from across the room. However, after throwing the glass on the ground, Zander lost balance and fell off of the chair and landed on the floor in a loud thud, knocking the plate off the table and spilling the food on top of him.
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Dalhouse raised a glass of wine and drank it.
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Wallace had taken in the tour in silence, only stopping to quickly claim a room*. His previous impressions certainly weren't being dispelled - this was by far the most comfortable ship he had ever sailed on, and he briefly wondered what deity he had pleased to lead to such a fortunate turn of events.
Well, he wasn't going to count his chickens before they hatched. He would take this voyage day by day, until it was over. Until then, however, he'd keep his guard up. It'd be the only way to deal with his... affliction. His stomach grumbled slightly as he slotted into the line in the mess hall, as though to remind him that he had only had a light lunch to sustain him up to this point. It wasn't too long before he had placed a slab of beef on his plate and made his way to one of the tables*.
Wallace ate quietly, trying to think of what would happen next, when he overheard part of Ben and Fabius's conversation. Or, at least, the word "werewolf". The sailor choked on his meal in a combination of shock and horror, only barely managing to make it seem as though he was just coughing harshly. They can't know... can they? It's not like I've done or said anything that indicates my illness... Unfortunately, since he did not know the whole story (or even more than a small fragment of the conversation) he found the possibility hanging ominously over his head.
What would this lead to? Wallace shuddered to think about it as he tried to force more meat down his throat.
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