#continued rp

A light flicks on briefly blinding him. Nublo crouches down on the other side, almost hidden in the shadows.

"Good morning, Hemlock."

With quiet deliberation, looking over the paper he took from the man before him, with this, the man stood, he turned on his heel, long fingers brushing his linen apron. He approached the wall of tinctures, eyes scanning the lineup. His fingers hovered briefly over a dark green vial before plucking it free. "Azure snapdragon," he murmured, mostly to himself, "sharp, clean, commanding." He held it up to the light, where a golden tinge hinted at citrus beneath the verdancy.

Moving on. Another vial, this one amber-hued, called to him from a recessed shelf beside a small brass figurine of a fox. “Grapefruit, definitely.” He uncorked it just enough to catch the lift of its sweetness. “Earth root... and yes, a touch of Silver leaf.” He retrieved it without hesitation.

Lola hummed as she chopped, stirred, and cooked the meat, veggies, and broth. She wanted to make her brother something light but filling, since she had no idea how long it's been since he ate. Gotti had finished making that spoon she asked for. She figured with Perospero's tongue a regular spoon probably wouldn't help him.

While the meat cooked, she decided to check in on her brother, lightly tapping on her door to no response. Opening the door as quietly as she could, Lola saw her brother was still fast asleep. She smiled sadly, Perospero was still so worn out from the events that occured at Wano not to mention the news that their mother was dead.

Lola watched as her brother breathed in and out, deep in his slumber. She took a hairbrush she kept (its clean don't worry!) and gently brushed through her brother's long cotton candy colored locks, for once not covered by that polka-dotted hood he normally wore.

She continued for a few more minutes before carefully setting the brush down on her dresser and leaving the room.

*Timeskip*

Lola had finished making the soup for her brother, it was simple broth with chicken and vegetables, she had a glass of water and more pain killers. She also figured Perospero was in dire need of something sweet so she baked some homemade brownies for him as well.

In duality to her courteous behaviors, he returned in kind by clasping his palms upon his lap. While it was never his intentions to solely signal her out on the comments about being a lich's plaything, it was clear that it had left a mark like it had on all others. The contortions and shifting of her face told much honesty on that for sure.

" That's just it, their breed views all resources and people as playthings. So, if anyone underestimated you, it was the man in question. But let us be rid of that past negotiation for the time being, shall we? " There was an estranged felling to the fact that he would follow-up with a clearing of his throat. It almost felt unnecessary given that he was undead. He was undead, right?

" One does not tend to a garden with butchery. If so then there won't be a garden to tend to in the wake. Sometimes the most delicate action can leave the desired, everlasting effect. The trimming of a several branches results in the extension of the main body. A simple watering schedule may bear more fruit than allowing the tree itself to rely on the nature around it. Sometimes the meddling of another can result in wonderous results. For it is the details that ultimately affect the outcome. " A light, humored laugh escaped his lungs before he cast his gaze back unto hers. " One conversation, you and I already have more in common, milady. "

The details in that last sentence may have been vague but there was certainty that not only was he a creature of details, but underestimation was a grave mistake for this creature of darkness, both shared for himself and for those that have misguided judgment. " There are those that refer to me as a fiend and I will not deny their association with the word. My commitment to what they label as debauchery has earned me that. However, what has changed in me is that I have this desire to mingle and meld into society. I've never really cared for the politics of nobility, but it does come with a price of blood and sweat, that much is certain. While there is something you may be able to do for me in that endeavor, it was my appetite for curiosity that drew me to speak with you. "

He lifted a sleeved hand, gesturing to a clear glass that was clutched in well-manicured talons as he made a presentation. A magic trick perhaps? " Would you care for a drink? All these exchanged words can prove to be quite cotton-mouthed. "

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There was a glint in his eyes as he noted the sudden change in her demeanor. He had awoken something within her that he did not expect. Especially all things considered she had just given him a choice that was rather unsettling to most. Even his smile seemed to falter as she asked him of his name.

" Hmmmm.. " He pondered the thought, her closeness building up a pressure between them that seemed to bear down on her presence with a heavy burden on the heart. The blues in his current eyes hid a great deal of scarring upon his soul that had been twisted into something more dangerous. "... my name, you say? "

The creature before her had many names to offer but there were names he removed himself from giving out anymore due to the nature of power a name can possess. The left corner of his left upturned and he resumed his status of approach, closing on her in his tall stance. A single canine peaking out as he uttered his answer to her.

" Duraxxor. "

[ @doriandrin ]

Now, he would offer an answer to the question Dahuta had presented this strange man. " Oh! Evolution. Why that is a very well-thought word to describe my reasonings for coming to such a location. I enjoy the concept of seeing something evolve. We are all creatures of evolution and I find it quite entertaining to see the things that make people tick. " He gestures his gaze to the side with a shrug of his shoulder. " From the choice of mead that the dwarf over there has chosen all the way down to the rat that scurried just behind the bar. And then... there's you. Dahuta. A lovely Kal'dorei lady who seems to be alone to her thoughts. " The soft smile warmly welcomed the conversation and what may come soon after as he took a sip of his beverage.