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abraxaslogs2022-04-08 10:24 am
subhuman) wrote in abraxaslogs2022-04-08 10:24 am
[OPEN] pizza in the morning, pizza in the evening...
Who: Dante & YOU
When: Throughout the month of April
Where: Castle Thorne
What: Dante has learned "Summon Pizza" and everyone benefits (or do they?)
Warnings: None, will update if needed.
[ Dante has never been a man big on magic. Truth be told, most of his experiences with it have revolved around demons doing shit to make things harder for everyone else and humans getting their hands on things they ought to leave alone. Not good memories, to say the least. So he has been watching most of the goings on in Thorne from a distance.
Until now.
Now, he is finally seeing the benefit. No one has to open the gates of hell or sacrifice virgin blood. No, this comes only from the hole it's left in Dante's stomach, or maybe the pure corners of his heart. It's given him energy and a sense of purpose in a world that seemed so disconnected from what he knew. Finally, finally Dante has something true he can hold onto...
He has pizza.
And it would really be cruel to keep it to himself, wouldn't it? Which is why periodically throughout the month of April, anyone venturing into the banquet hall for the buffet will see a piece of old parchment tacked to the wall near the entrance. ]
[ Interest piqued? Of course it is! The arrow doesn't lie and points to a man in red sitting at one of the banquet tables. He's leaning forward on his elbows, looking quite pleased with himself with several plates stacked up and ready at his left. Though there is a suspicious lack of "pizza" in front of him, there are telltale bread crumbs and a few grease stains on the wooden table.
When approached, Dante will raise his chin and spread his arms wide in welcome. ]
Ah! I see you're also a person of discerning tastes...or did curiosity get the bitter of you? Either way, you've come to the right place. Since this is something of a budding business venture, all items are currently on the house.
[ He's building a loyal customer base as he perfects his...methods. For the wider market.
As he lists each ingredient, he holds up a finger on his left. ]
All pies come with regular crust, decently shredded mozzarella, and marinara. No substitutions. But you do get one topping of your choice. How about that for a deal?
When: Throughout the month of April
Where: Castle Thorne
What: Dante has learned "Summon Pizza" and everyone benefits (or do they?)
Warnings: None, will update if needed.
[ Dante has never been a man big on magic. Truth be told, most of his experiences with it have revolved around demons doing shit to make things harder for everyone else and humans getting their hands on things they ought to leave alone. Not good memories, to say the least. So he has been watching most of the goings on in Thorne from a distance.
Until now.
Now, he is finally seeing the benefit. No one has to open the gates of hell or sacrifice virgin blood. No, this comes only from the hole it's left in Dante's stomach, or maybe the pure corners of his heart. It's given him energy and a sense of purpose in a world that seemed so disconnected from what he knew. Finally, finally Dante has something true he can hold onto...
He has pizza.
And it would really be cruel to keep it to himself, wouldn't it? Which is why periodically throughout the month of April, anyone venturing into the banquet hall for the buffet will see a piece of old parchment tacked to the wall near the entrance. ]
Translation: Tired of the same old medieval fair?
Want all the important food groups in a single bite? (Wow!)
A plate you can eat? (Yes!)
Try Pizza!
This way -->
(Talk to the handsome man in red.)
Want all the important food groups in a single bite? (Wow!)
A plate you can eat? (Yes!)
Try Pizza!
This way -->
(Talk to the handsome man in red.)
[ Interest piqued? Of course it is! The arrow doesn't lie and points to a man in red sitting at one of the banquet tables. He's leaning forward on his elbows, looking quite pleased with himself with several plates stacked up and ready at his left. Though there is a suspicious lack of "pizza" in front of him, there are telltale bread crumbs and a few grease stains on the wooden table.
When approached, Dante will raise his chin and spread his arms wide in welcome. ]
Ah! I see you're also a person of discerning tastes...or did curiosity get the bitter of you? Either way, you've come to the right place. Since this is something of a budding business venture, all items are currently on the house.
[ He's building a loyal customer base as he perfects his...methods. For the wider market.
As he lists each ingredient, he holds up a finger on his left. ]
All pies come with regular crust, decently shredded mozzarella, and marinara. No substitutions. But you do get one topping of your choice. How about that for a deal?
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[ Maybe when he gets a better hang of this he can introduce a good old "Meat Lovers" variant? That will surely be a hit. Students always need to pack on the protein for studying. (Says the man who has only been homeschooled.) ]
Something like that. A demonstration in order!
[ Which is what he was going to do anyway, but a moment of drama is way more fun. Dante rolls his wrists back and forth like he has to prepare to lift up something heavy. But instead he presses his index and middle finger on each hand to his temples in an ridiculously slow motion. Then, closing his eyes tightly, Dante hums. (The humming isn't at all necessary and it may or may not be the tune to a Amon Amarth song.)
Then, out of thin air drops a pizza onto the plate in front of them. Decently, cooked, with cheese and sausage...not quite evenly distributed, but it's a work in progress. It lands a little off center so when Dante opens his eyes, he nudges it forward. ]
Presto!
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He actually claps his hands together in delight when the pizza drops, laughing appreciatively. ]
Oh! It's not a pie at all.
[ Not the sort he's ever seen. He doesn't sound disappointed though, mostly amused, and reaches out for it to pull off a piece to try. (If it's sliced, he'll take a slice; if not, he just rips some off the side, like one would from a hunk of bread; don't worry about it.)
He also doesn't know what Presto means but that's fine. A Presto Pizza. ]
Are the fillings supposed to be on top like that?
I've never had anything quite like this before. It's good!