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[kj1225]

Kyle walks over with a sigh.
"Amy don't randomly eat people. why don't you catch a drunk or a thief or something?"

[Prophet]

Rasheed continues to look confused. I'm not food Or i'm I? Strangers are weird.

[Lyeos]

"Everyone is food unless they specify otherwise, and don't try to kill me. And I don't catch thieves because that's dangerous and vigilante justice. Besides, my Goddess is fond of thieves."

Ammilek just sits on him.

[kj1225]

Kyle is jealous.

With a sigh Kyle tries to lift Ammilek off the poor guy.

[Prophet]

I'm not food. Meat is food. Rasheed nods at his own words. ((I forgot to say that even though it says he is giving you guys these look it's from his perspective so it's really just his blank face.))

[Lyeos]

"No, souls are food! Gah! Why are you people so weird?!"
Ammilek is quite easy to lift, although now she's leaning on Kyle.

[Prophet]

"Souls are the ancestors food. Your not one of the ancestors though?" Rasheed stands up.

[Lyeos]

"I am fairly certain that I'm not related to you in any way, although I'm probably old enough to be your grandmother... Kyle here might be though. He's food too, but he refuses to be reasonable and let me eat him. And, by the way, you're made of meat."

Ammilek stares at the guy wrapped in the cloak.

"Are you food?"

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Lytle walks up to the town gate, where several other people are.
"Well, this is a motley crew. How old are any of you?"

[Lyeos]

Our good ol' one-broken-horned, shattered-left-arm construct puts one hand on her hip and proooouuudly proclaims!

"I'm seventy-eight years old! Only twenty-two more years until I'm finally of age!"

[BlitzDungeoneer]

"...You're a brat, then. What about the others?"

[Lyeos]

Hm. Big mistake. The horn is dark red now, and her gun has made a reappearance. How she manages to retrieve it so quickly is a mystery.

"... No idea, kid, but I do hope you realize that you're talking to something that in all likelyhood will devour your soul in your sleep - and don't say you'll just wait until I retire for the night and have someone keep an eye on me, as I don't require rest like you meatsacks. Now, unless you want me to shoot you, I highly suggest you remove your head from your posterior and treat me with a little more respect."

[BlitzDungeoneer]

"Do you really assume it would be that easy? Besides, to me, everybody present here is a brat, considering I'm hundreds of times their age. Except maybe the Lunarik. He's, what, 500 years old?"

[Lyeos]

"Then by all rights, I believe we're allowed to call you any variation of geezer, gramps, or old fart that we please. And if you haven't learned any common courtesy by this point, it's obvious that you need to have it beaten into you."

"I don't see any Lun... Lunariks anywhere! On a related note, can I touch your tail?"

Ammilek apparently hasn't quite grasped the concept and meanings of most of the words of [Insert Common Language Here], judging by how terrible her insults are. She still seems rather angry, though.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

"By all means, do so, brat. And... Where the hell is that what's-his-name, Ril? Anyway, where's he?"