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I'm kind of bad with these kinds of co-op events so small starter call without event.

cap at four. please enjoy some food instead.

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"People will always disappear in a big city like this. It is the nature of humans to cover up undesirables."

"But if you mean the people who are brought here. They are...returned to where they came from, wether they were dead or not beforehand."

"This city can bring back the dead as well."

"if you have any enemies... always check the devise you have. It contains every name of the people who are brought here. and always changes come every eclipse."

Liberi. Bird-humans.

Daud mused at the strangeness of it all. But it was context for this new place. The most he had ever seen in his own world was the strangeness the Void could warp humans. From the plants that grew out of the Brigmore Witches, and the stones that the Envisioned became... There were several humans here, and several that weren't human at all, and lots of things in between.

"I see. Kind of like the downy feathers of owls," he says, "It doesn't trouble me."

He finishes his food, and sets the empty plate to the side, and warms his hands on the jasmine tea. The storm outside casting percussive droplets against the windows. He watches the water collect on the street, and sips at his tea.

"So, any clue why some people just... disappear?"

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pst pst small starter call, cap at four.

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"I don't make a point to hide it, since there is no point at all. But ..."

He runs a hand through his hair, parting some of the hai- no.

The matter is, that sometimes color and feathers were so simiilar that they could not be tell apart. But Bufu indeed had grey feathers growing straight from his skull, and eagle like eyes that glowed amber in the darkness.

"I am a Liberi, a sub race of you kind is, or perhaps something else. We grow feathers on our backs and heads, and our bones are much lighter then a regular human."

"See?"

I must look like shit.

To be honest, he'd actually felt better than he had in a long time. Granted, he'd barely been clinging on to life for a long time as well. He'd already lost the dusky color of his skin living in lightless Dunwall for so long, but after being imprisoned by the Eyeless, in a span of three months, the remainder of color in his skin and dark hair had gone shock white, leucistic.

Daud was a dead man, and looked it. He put his phone away, unbothered by not having to spend his money, and intrigued by the way the old man had phrased 'normal' humans.

"Sure," Daud chuffs, "A clinic. Not sure what they could do for me, but I'll look into it."

Maybe they could send him somewhere to fix or replace the implants he made to replace the three teeth he lost to a corrupt bonecharm.

"So, what do you mean when you say 'normal humans'? That you aren't? Or seen enough abnormal ones, old timer?"

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"New comers eat for free. Spend your money on more important things...like medicine."

there was simply no incentive to be the best cook in this city, after all what he knows is that everything is temporary and he might die here. There was no moment of peace, no moment to simply think about what would happen the longer he stayed here. It has been almost half a year now.

"Regular humans at your age... I notice tend to be very sick. There is a pharmacy close by, and a clinic as well. It would be wise to check your health first."

Rarely do people bother those who are beyond their prime.

It struck Daud as funny. At least where he was from, people past their prime were easy pickings- but people who were old in a profession that most died young? They were who the most were wary of. His thoughts drifted to the Geezer, and how old that man was, and still held a tight grasp over the Hatters until he finally passed away- rumored to be at least a century old by then.

Even he, nearly sixty, could hold his own in fights outnumbered, even when drained of powers and held prisoner in the Albarca Baths for the Eyeless Gang's fight club.

He doubts this older man didn't have any fight left in him, but enjoyed the food and tea regardless.

"I guess it means you keep a steady business. Plenty of newcomers to keep the chairs warm, I bet." He takes out the phone he'd appeared with and pulls up the wallet. It took some getting used to, but he could manage the numbers.

"How much I owe you?"

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Early mornings when the restaurant just opened, but barely a customer inside. Every moment spent on the side, test trying new dishes that would be implemented if it met his standards, recipes were practiced...

Someone is entering?

"Good morning, table for one?"

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small starter call....le cap at 4

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"It is not enough to survive, you must thrive." But even then, the futility of it is something that itches his brain sometimes. Because how else would people think of surviving in a city that seemingly gives you everything without much action to it.

"And yet you are still young, plenty of time to learn.'

She definitely hadn't been expecting such a brutal response. But that was because most common people weren't as direct as her. She guessed this old man was so done with everything and anything so perhaps that societal norm was gone. She shifted uncomfortably, peering down at her feet, trying to figure out how to respond.

"I was nothing where I came from. Alone too. This is nothing new. Just a new setting." She resting her hands on her knees, looking over to Fangs, who was currently grooming his paws. "Just him and I. Always has been, always will be. I'll survive. I always do."

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"Such is the price of being old, rarely do people bother with those who are beyond their prime."

It kept them safe, but at the same time there was a lack of excitement in his life that led to moments where he wonders what the heck is going on , to make everything so chaotic as it is right now.

"I suppose this is a good thing, it means safety at the very least."

Being ninety years old, rarely people will bother him.

He keeps safe inside his tiny restaurant.

"I suppose with people who are more active, the changes will be more apparent."

"I'd do your cooking no favors. Most of what I eat comes out of a tin or a can."

He had done real cooking in Serkonos, under the tutelage of his mother, but that was over forty years ago, and that was with whatever was available to make decent and passable.

When the old thief took him away from his mother, to Dunwall, that skill wasn't as useful anymore.

"Six months," Daud muses, "And even at the end of the day, it doesn't seem like anything's changed?"

Choices matter to someone somewhere, even if it wasn't immediately obvious.

Maybe it would do well to find that pulse and see who exactly was being affected by these kinds of events outside of the abductees that made up this place.

He pours himself a cup of tea, letting the steam waft with the scent of jasmine as it cools.

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"Good food will always attract people, no matter who they are. And I make good food."

"The restaurant came with it."

"It is...much smaller then what I am used to . but then I also served last meals of prisoners on deaths row, so I cannot complain."

Elegantly , he pours another cup of tea.

"A old man such as myself needs hobbies to pass the time."

Maria watches as the old man works his magic. She's transfixed. It's like having a meal and a show. When the food is presented, she's more than understanding about the portion. Good meat takes a lot of time to cook.

Mister Blue drinks up the water, dripping some of it on the table. Maria wipes it off with a napkin, then savors each bite of flame-grilled pork.

"Mmm, mmm..." She gives a thumbs up mid-chew, and waits until her mouth isn't full to reply.

"Mmm. Yeah, I'm doing alright. I got myself a job over at that Starberry place. And Mister Blue, that's my horse... I couldn't find him the whole time we were in Candyland, but that's not a problem no more."

"How about yourself? You didn't have this restaurant back when the city was a sugar bowl, did ya?"

She doesn't think so, though his volunteering is something that sticks out in her mind.

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The old man is using a giant flame , reaching over his own height before it turns to a shimmering candle. In short the old man is doing magic with tools that look extremely heavy.

"I suppose one could say that. There are simply the recipes I know of, if you want something heavier...you'll have to order ahead of time."

elegantly plated and light, the pork dish is ready.

And one big water bowl for the horse.

"It has been a while, have you progressed in life?"

Maria nods. "Sure, pork works for me. It smells like you've got some good spices and sauces."

The whiff coming from the kitchen is nothing short of amazing, though it's quickly outmatched by the smell of jasmine tea. Relaxing in her seat, Maria pours herself a cup, and takes in the aroma before she takes a sip.

Mister Blue stares at the tea through the open window. It looks like he could use a horse-friendly drink. Maria waits for a while longer, then looks over to see how the old man is doing.

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It could not be the opposite, the old teacher instead, once when he was close to dying, there was a young man who served food near the temple of god...

in any case, it was still a meeting that would , and might never come.

"Oh, I suppose with the tools I have now. A decent meal is not out of the question."

"Are you partial to pork? I just got fresh stock now."

He sets down a pot of Jasmine tea, the same kind from the first days he arrived here.

Thirty years for their next meeting... Sheesh, that must be an old customer he knows. If that's the case, then it might say something about the chef's hospitality.

Maria wasn't expecting him to have a meal for her horse, but it's much appreciated. "Oh, uh... Thank ya kindly."

Mister Blue sticks his head through the window and chows down on the luscious greens. His tail sways back and forth, and he seems to be content.

"Well..." She chuckles, and takes her seat. "Guess I can't say I've got somewhere to go in a hurry."

"So how about you cook up some of 'life itself?' I don't mind waiting now, and neither does he."

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"A shame, running this restaurant alone most of the time is not doing my back any favors." yet he still stands strong with a posture that says he is used to being in charge. But every dish is crafted for maximun taste, so there was no complaining yet.

Alas its only saving grace is that the restaurant is still rather small that he could manage it all by himself.

"Six months and the patterns have become obvious by now. I could ignore whole events and my daily life would not be bothered."

"Its...It just feels rather artificial, every time."

Jasmine tea is set on the table.

The plate is set in front of him, savory shrimps and sweet peas. A simple dish, though the presentation is admittedly, far more elegant than the man is used to. The shrimps already shelled? Beheaded? And de-veined?

That was a luxury that the old assassin wasn't expecting.

"Thanks," he replies, taking the dish to pick off of.

So, every three days, an eclipse? And every month an event of chaos?

What a strange place.

"I wouldn't say desperate," he replies, "I already have something lined up. I wouldn't pass by interesting information, however."

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"...I suppose children come alone, and you need money. Don't you."

Money as a child, he won't doubt that the children are the most disadvantage from the get go, but surely there was a system where school was a must. Then again he never properly interacted with a child before, especially one that did not know the customers. He did not make homely food, he made food that was tasted and made for, by professionals.

In other words, as far as homey as one could imagine.

"You are only a young child... so get your schooling first then if your still interested, I have some openings in mind. But your education comes first. I heard those who come from outside the city can get one for free."

Kris hummed a bit.

"I mean, kids my age like mature flavors too. Sort of." They tucked a stray lock of hair out of their face, trying to think of something "mature" they liked to eat. Hamburgers, potpie, Christmas dinner... those sorts of things. The food at the diner was good, warm and filling, but overall pretty generic compared to some of the food they'd had since arriving in Spirale.

This guy seemed to be pretty firm in his belief that kids Kris's age only liked sweets, and while he wasn't wrong, there were more. Probably.

The hair fell back over their face despite their efforts.

They rubbed idly at their arm.

"I think kids my age, here, just want things that make them feel like they're... I dunno. Home? Like... you know how food made by loved ones tastes different than when you make food for yourself? You can follow the same recipe to the letter, but it never tastes the same." Kris shifted awkwardly, face reddening a bit as they realized they were rambling a little. "Uh. But uh, yeah. I can help. A little. I'm not much of a cook, but I can teach you how to make mom's pie, and help you come up with ideas? Can also wash dishes or something if you need a hand with that."

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"Am I? I haven't noticed."

Words were said , and the day continues to have good weather despite how strange this city is. He half expected to suddenly rain because whoever owned this city were bored to tears. It was the rainy season soon...

"You have nothing, and no one you truly know are in this city. That is the state of new people who come into this city."

Blunt as the other.

"What will you do?"

He won't offer any kind words right now, because that is the truth of the situation.

She can't gather much about his personality just from this first few words. But maybe it'd give away through some time. Eventually, at least, most people's body language and speech would indicate their intentions. Something she could use to garner trust or not. She had been betrayed by far too many people to just give it away for free. But he didn't seem intimidating. At least he was willing to answer some questions?

Flint nodded, shuffling over to the bench and taking a seat, peering down at her feet as they hung slightly over it, only to peer up back at the old man. Fangs followed along, laying down right next to the two, observing with yellow feline eyes.

"Yes. I don't know this place." Her hands were placed firmly in her lap. "Have you been here long? You are so old."

Well, in her defense, 'old' people were a new occurrence to her. Back in her day, people didn't live that long. Still, it was incredibly blunt.

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When the eclipse comes, always be prepared to be a bit angry when children come into the mix. He is prepared though, and at times he would have preferred being younger and having the energy to be wrathful right now.

"...You are new, I take it."

Grocery shopping, a bag full of fresh food for the home this time. But at the very least, the walk between restaurant and apartment did keep him active. And the various woks he been using inside his restaurant.

"Sit first."

he gestures to a bench.

"this man is too old to keep standing longer."

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This place was weird. And she had been in many strange places. There was a sort of vibe she just couldn't place. And the people she had seen had been from all sorts of various backgrounds. Including this man before her. She lingered behind something, Fangs with her, although in his much smaller form, which was something the two had to get used to. When she felt it was wise to reveal herself, the girl steadily made her way out and gently pulled on the man's shirt, brown eyes glancing up at him.

"Where are we? Who are you?" Her lips formed an uneasy line. Fangs made a chuffing noise along with it.

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"Half a year."

Enough to get this restaurant only slightly bigger then when he opened it. Over taking some of the other places due to how successful this place is, though the location is less then ideal when it is so close to the area where new people come in. A big hit or miss but they always come in confused and wary of everything.

"Every few days, it comes like clockwork, new people, and then people disappear. Perhaps to their original homes."

The smell of something sizzling , it seems he started cooking already.

"It becomes easy to predict, every three days a eclipse. And then every month and half something like a event occurs. A festival of chaos that end up fixing itself come the end."

Moments later...

Steamed shrimp with sauces and peas. A very simply item.

"If your desperate for a job, this old man can certainly accept help."

The menu is placed in front of Daud as the man continues to set up the pot of tea. The menu helps even less than he expected, the words and ingredients unfamiliar to him, carved in the slab of wood.

Thankfully, Daud wasn't a picky eater.

He gives the courtesy of looking everything over, and indicates one of the items with an index finger.

"I'll try this," he says, retreating his hand from the slab after he was certain the chef read over what he had pointed to.

Not that it mattered.

"Yeah," he answers, "New. Arrived last week, at the last eclipse."

He glanced over his shoulder to the sound of tapping on the window, as the first droplets began to fall. The sky had stayed clear long enough to observe the most recent eclipse, and observe just as soon as it ended, strange people and strange faces emerge in confusion.

"So, there's always newcomers with the eclipses?" he asks, turning back to the man, "How long have you been here?"