#korbinian

Continued from [x] with @aeviterncl

She could notice that the man was not pleased with her presence. But Nunnally was not sure what to do. Should she simply leave and come back later? But it was raining heavily. What a bad luck! She could not stay here for too long as her absence could be noted. Before Nunnally was able to speak, a towel was thrown to her. But the girl was too much in her thoughts to be able, to notice – yet alone to react – before it was too late and the towel ended up on the floor next to her feet.

“Thank you…” – she said picking up the towel and drying her wet hair; the towel was small and her hair long, but she was in no position to complain. It took her probably too long to finish, but Nunnally was taking her time to consider her options. It would probably have been easier to simply ask when the wizard was to be back, but she was so uncomfortable in that situation that she had issues to speak. The man was giving her odd vibes, she could not quite understand and that – in addition to her little escapade – made her even more nervous.

“Thank you.” – Nunnally repeated when she was done, but she did not pass the towel back squeezing it in her hands instead – “Do you know when the wizard is back? I…I was supposed to meet her today. Would it be a problem if I wait?” 

Nunnally was trying not to appear too curious, but she, indeed, was. It was her first time to be in a place like that, and it seemed new and interesting to her. She took a few steps towards the man and finally remembered to give him the towel back.

“Thank you.” – she said for the third time already – “And who are you? Are you working with the wizard? Will you be able to help me in her place?” – there was a hope in her voice…and then suddenly Nunnally realized she had not introduced herself. Well, she was not going to give the man full details, but the name would do, right?

Bit-Hot-Sauce

Tingling-Sauce

Hot-Sauce

Nearly-Painful-Sauce

My-Tongue-Keeps-Dying-Sauce

Blazing-Hot-Sauce

Sweating-All-Of-My-Liquids-Out-Sauce

Mama-Why-You-Do-This-Sauce

Unbearable-Tortourous-Pain-Sauce

Take-Me-To-The-Medic-Sauce

Universe-Imploded-Sauce

- out of the 11 recipes, only 6 are really safe for consumption.

- you can use some of them as explosives, torture devices and as lube (Ouch...)

- Mesmer likes Number 7 the best, even if he needs a long time to eat and has to get acclimated to the spices

- Kin loves Number 4, but can go up to Number 8 if someone dares him to

-Korbinian is silently dying at Number 2 and even lost conscious once he tried Number 5

Have another sheet. This time of Korbi the other main character of our comic

Book of Bott

Originated from an synonym for shoes “botten” has become a slang-like definition for “running” or as specified in this publication: running away from the police, security guards or other authorities. On 177 pages the “Book of Bott” connects bott-stories by 50 narrators, most of them writers from the German capital.

Although most of the featured writers are from Berlin, the actions of their stories take place in different locations around the world, from Hungary to India but also at local spots like in Wedding underground-tunnels or on the rooftops of Pankow.

The editors Elias Herrmann and Karl Dietrich managed to unite a great variety concerning the stories and the writers who tell them. You will find stories on a suddenly disappeared 8-car-fullcolor-wholetrain by CAF and KO from 1996, chases with RUZD79 from 2001 as well as experimental poems on the topic from 2018.

Whether you can relate to the Berlin locals like MAID, SPACEPKK, RESKO, IGID, BROM, OLAF, LOFK, NES64 and BUS126 or not, this book includes entertaining and exclusive stories of artists whose output usually is limited to their often ephemeral pieces on trains and walls. We recommend the younger but bigger brother of “Getting Caught” if you are interested in the individuals, their lifestyles and adventures apart from their artworks.

"We shouldn't have said that. We really shouldn't have said that!" Mesmer murmured softly as his eyes tried to follow his hectic General all over the marketplace. It wasn't as easy as he hoped, because his General is smaller than the average human and so even smaller than the desert dwellers on this planet. Beside him his brother Kin was nodding. The only thing both of them could do even more. Their General had chucked his packs at them, told them to wait for him and then ran off to the first stall in his sight. And all of that only because Mesmer had praised the local spices in the food and how they pleasantly burned in his mouth, tingling on his tongue.

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"And you really eat that? Isn't that too spicy?" The small General stood on his tiptoes and critically eyed the filled bread in Mesmers hands. The Clone nodded heavily, taking another bite from his food. The burning sensation spread through his mouth, tingling along his tongue and he moaned lowly at the taste. "It is tasty, more tasty than everything we get at the messhall! The food on the ships are just bland and don't taste like anything. This, this is good."

Beside Mesmer, Kin was nearly done with his own filled bread, drops of a reddish liquid dropping from his lips and back into the bread he had left. Both Clones had nearly pounced on the foodstall when the small group had wandered along the marketplace, stomachs rumbling loudly. And the Genreral was even nice enough to buy food for everyone. 

Now the General was still eyeing the dripping bread, his nose twitching as even the smell was piercing his sensible senses. 

"So, you like it?" Mesmer nodded. "And the food in the messhall is bland to you?" Kin nodded. "So more spices for personal use would be prefered?" Both clones nodded, Kin chewed his last piece of bread. "Mhmm...." The General stood back and ruffled his feathered hair, his eyes drifting over the stalls and goods.

"I know what to do. Here, Kin, take my bread. I am not hungry anymore." He shoved his own filled bread, without the red sauce, in the Clones empty hands. "Stay here. I will be back shortly." and with that last sentence the small Federling shoved into the throng of people mendering about, soon lost between bodies.

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“Here you go, Sweetling. An assortment of spices with little labels for you. I even packed you a few seeds for when you want to plant some of them yourself.” Grandmother Bahra, a dark skinned woman with more wrinkles in her face than stars visible in the nightsky, slowly pushed the bag over the counter.

“Thank you. This will help my Flockmates! You know, they love to eat spicy and the normally served food was to bland.” Korbinians fingers flicked over every purchase he made, counting them and organizing them at the same time.

“Ah! So you bought this for your brothers? This is awfully nice of you, Sweetling.” She smiled a nearly toothless smile at the Federling, her golden hued eyes gleaming warmth at him.

“I... I only want what is best for them.” Korbinian ducked his head, one hand ruffling his hair and feathers.

“... Wait one moment Sweetling, let old Bahra get you something else.” Against Korbinians protests the old woman bend over even more, her bones creaking loudly. Her wrinkled hands groped under her stall table and the Federling could hear some sort of crinkling noise over the old womans short breath.

“Ah! There it is. I knew my daughter had them somewhere around here. Take this, Sweetling. These are my recipes. I have them all in my head, so I think they will help you more now.” She held a bundle of weathered papyrus out to him, slightly teared apart or with smudges of dirt, but Korbinian took them like they were a most priced artifact of some kind.

His tangerine colored eyes twinkled at the old woman in front of him, grinning with her. Softly he packed the papers away and patted the bag of his purchases. He had nearly spent more than half the monthly allowance he had on only spices.

But he was sure his Flockmates would love it.

Weirdo ...