xinoehp512

"But you did not," Obsidian replied, pulling the black goop that had swallowed the purple monster back into his body. "And now I have eaten it." Obsidian tilted his head. "Who are you?"

Silver waited expectantly.

"That depends on which plants we're going to use, right?" replied Silver, clearly interested. "What are the plants we're going to use?"

The Silver Knight stared at the ______. For all that his friend had told him, he'd expected something... different. "Beautiful, isn't it?" she said now behind him, as if on cue. The Silver Knight simply continued to stare. Was she seeing something that he wasn't? When he looked at the ______, all he felt was... confused. "Hey," the young woman said, her voice suddenly concerned. "You're shivering." All of a sudden, Silver realized he'd started to rub his arms without thinking. "Yeah," he replied, looking away from the ______. Somewhere in the last few minutes, the temperature had taken a plunge. Goosebumps had risen up on his arms, and he was barely able to keep his teeth from chattering. "Guess there's a cold spell. Weird." The woman studied Silver for a moment, her face unreadable. "It's... not that cold outside. The temperature hasn't changed at all, in fact." Silver blinked. What? The cold certainly felt real. Was it just a figment of his imagination? His eyes flicked back to the ______. It couldn't be that... could it? "So, what do you think?" asked the woman. Silver realized with a start that her voice and all the other sounds around him were slightly muted, as if he was hearing them from a long way off. "The ______ is pretty incredible, right?" Silver shook his head. "I... I don't understand." The woman cocked her head. "What's there not to understand about it? Look! The ______, the ______, the ______... even the ______ is ______!" She leaned closer in. Her expression no longer looked friendly. "You're the one that's not making any sense. The ______ is a good thing. A great thing, even. Why can't you understand that?" The Silver Knight took a step back. "What? I don't- That's not what I-" He cut off, feeling a sudden lurch in his stomach as he realized that they were no longer alone in the clearing. A small crowd of people were standing between each of the pillars that surrounded the space, their faces showing expressions which could only be described as hostile. "You hate it," the woman hissed, all traces of friendliness gone. "You want to destroy the ______, don't you?" "What?" stammered Silver, taking a step back. "No! I don't- that doesn't make any sense!" "I won't let you," the woman replied, her eyes narrowing. She stepped forward, pushing Silver further and further back. "None of us will." Abruptly Silver's backwards retreat was halted when someone behind him shoved him forwards. He cried out, barely managing to keep his footing as he stumbled. When the next push came, he had no chance. He fell to the ground, shivering, as the faceless crowd closed in around him. It was cold. So cold.

@CalanoCorvus

Obsidian finished engulfing the monster in black goop. He scowled. "I'll do it on my own time, thank you."

The chef pointed at the pantry without stopping to look at Hyron. Nope, replied the voice. If you want sauce, you're going to have to wait. Unless you want to make it yourself.

They haven't made that yet, the voice replied drily.

The kitchen was rather spacious, with multiple ovens, plenty of counter space, and a large pantry in the back big enough to fit some houses inside. if you're just going to have pasta, you could wait, the voice pointed out. This will be served in a few hours.

The Scourage sounds like an interesting villain. Shared continuity? :curious:

Ilvaite blinked. "Okay."

The chef blinked, giving Miyako an irritated look, then pointed to one of the cabinets.

"Do you have something extraordinary, perhaps?"

"You will be mine!" declared Obsidian in what could only be described as a cackle.

Signing up as @xinoehp513, a newbie to the forum that is very puzzled that his name was already taken.

The kitchen bustled with activity- though not with much noise. The chefs appeared to be making some kind of pasta, and they took no notice as Miyako and Hyron entered.

"No," replied Ilvaite firmly, all whilst floating a few inches off the ground.

Ilvaite furrowed her faintly transparent eyebrows. "But I'm not a ghost."

"How would I be haunting her?"

Ilvaite frowned. "I'm... a girl."

Ilvaite stared at the words, confused.

Ilvaite suddenly spotted the subtitled receptionist. "Yes." Ilvaite accepted the handshake cautiously. Her hand felt icy cold.