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[rebrandedwarlock]

 

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65 / Cis Male / Any / Jack of Diamonds  

   

     

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My Self-Summary

First Druid and (now former) Chancellor of the Springtide Clan. My rank seems to be a joke upon my Jack-of-all-Trades nature. If you have a skill you're interested in, it is likely I have dabbled in it, if not mastered it. And if not, I can always learn. Don't let my age deceive you, I'm still a quick study. Interested in playing the game, but in no rush. I've not fallen through worlds before, I plan to enjoy my time before Myddvai calls me back.

    My Future Plans

Why, it's no fun to share those, is it?

    My Talents

Reading, writing, painting, string instruments, hunting, tracking, trapping, fielding game, butchery, cooking, swordplay, archery, navigation, battle tactics, economics, mathematics, bookkeeping, lawmaking, diplomacy, leadership, teaching, academic study, alchemy, experimentation, fitness, medical expertise.

Various magical disciplines. I specialize in studies and of the soul.

  My Ideal Partner

Why, my wife, but she's unfortunately no longer with us.

   

Height 6'-2" (~188cm)   Body Type Lean, Fit   Smokes Yes   Drinks Yes   Drugs Yes   Sign Savory     Education Highest Achievable     Occupation Chancellor     Income ???     Children No.     Pets No.     Hobbies Journalling.

             

   

 

 

 

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    01. WINE OR BEER

WINE/BEER

    .02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

CLOWNS/MIMES

    .03 SHOWER OR BATH

SHOWER/BATH

    .04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES/NINJAS

    .05 TITS OR ASS

TITS/ASS

    .06 COFFEE OR TEA

COFFEE/TEA

    .07 SPICY OR SWEET

SPICY/SWEET

    .08 SUMMER OR WINTER

SUMMER/WINTER

      .09 LEATHER OR LACE

LEATHER/LACE

    10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX/GENTLE SEX

         

   

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Source: The Great Lodge, God of War Ragnarok

Sherwood's Suite is located on the Ace & Jack level floor. He has no door, having removed it entirely. His room is always open to visitors, regardless of his being around or not. The space is mostly a large, single space with all his amenities. The only separated out room is his private bathroom, which he keeps locked.

Of note, he has a wood burning hearth with various, rudimentary cooking supplies. There are multiple, large desks with various scrolls, journals, and books strewn about. Bookshelves and storage cabinets line many of the walls. Painted artwork, tapestries, and drawings are also haphazardly about the space. He has a low, wide, and plush bed cot tucked in a far back corner. It had a curtain which can be pulled around to give some privacy, but he won't be found sleeping in it.

Comments

action; neighborly nonsense

[bleakdecember]

[Okay. Akechi was jut bringing some supplies to stock in his kitchen (mostly drinks and snacks; he doesn't cook. He's going to make other people cook for him) when he walks by Sherwood's suite. Good god, he really did remove the door. And worse, it smells like viscera.

He steps in without any hesitation, still holding a bag of groceries. He looks around at what he can only describe as a lodge out of a fantasy game. He looks for Sherwood.]

What the fuck are you doing.

cw: animal butchering

[rebrandedwarlock]

[They're fresh rabbits from the Vale! Only just drained of their souls and now being fielded upon the butcher's block closest to his hearth. He'd taken some scalpels from his time as a doctor in the medical ward and was putting them to good use, handily skinning the rabbits with a skilled practice.

He looks up with a raised eyebrow, wondering what the problem could be,]

My dear neighbor! How good to have you stop by. Would you like to join me for a stew?

[bleakdecember]

[He stops and stares. It churns his stomach, slightly, mostly because he's not been exposed to much butchering for food. It would've done him some good to have a more productive outlet for some of his... issues, but.]

...Stew? You're-- why didn't you just buy meat? [He wants to be offended, but he's too baffled.] Isn't rabbit stew for peasants?

[rebrandedwarlock]

Why, I heard tell the meat for purchase was not fresh. The rabbits, however, were alive when I bought them.

[Supposedly to be pets, but that's not what rabbits are for to Sherwood. They simply have too many useful components to him, meat being one.]

Rabbit stew is a hearty dish fit for any to indulge! Well, aside from the Garden Elves. They do so dislike the shared resemblance. I haven't seen any of that ilk about, yet.

[A good thing, too, most would attack Sherwood on sight.]

[bleakdecember]

What? Who told you that. [Why was Sherwood so eager to fall for it, too?] Some meals are spiked with aphrodisiacs, but only prepared dishes.

[He tsks though, having hoped the dig would slow Sherwood. Instead he just talks about... Elves? Akechi rubs his head, debating whether he should just walk out the door.]

You're making me regret living on this floor.

[rebrandedwarlock]

Is that what they meant by not fresh? I presumed the meat was reanimated.

[Said, just, so casually a thing that would be possible-]

Still, given the effects of my suit, I will be avoiding what may be tampered with. [Diamond... he had promptly looked into what that could mean and saw how they were of the body. No thanks. And rather insulting? When another was of the soul. To deny Sherwood that is infuriating.]

Why, I'll cause you no trouble, your room is well insulated. Aside from the bath, of course, you are prone to sudden pests in there.

[A wink! He's being playful, all in good fun. He sets the skin of one of the rabbits, laid out to tan. No waste. Every part of the creature has a purpose and use.]

[bleakdecember]

Reanim-- no! [What the fuck. Maybe that makes sense in his world, but the thought churns Akechi's stomach. Ugh.]

Meat is butchered, and then kept on ice to keep it more fresh for a while. Or you can find it frozen, but it's still just... meat. You don't have to do your own butchering. In your own room. Getting blood all over.

[He does not look nearly as amused at Sherwood's little joke about his bath.

There's a bit of information that Sherwood hinted at that he is curious about, though.]

What suit were you, again? I don't see your tattoo.

action at some point!

[conspecifics]

( hardly a day passes before kirma comes sniffing by— quite literally. without a door, the scents of sherwood's room spill out into the halls, a diffused trail of smoke and warmth. even without a prior invitation, the novelty of an actual fire would've drawn his interest as he passed by; how nice, then, that his presence will be somewhat expected.

of course, this is assuming the host of the room is home to receive him. as a show of politeness, he raps his knuckles on the doorframe as he enters, nails clicking softly against the floor. anybody home... hewwo...

despite the clear, open invitation, he hovers near the entrance, waiting for any sort of affirmative— or an extended lack thereof— to go in any further. )

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Sherwood has done a lot of thinking about reanimating live stock to solve logistical troubles with feeding armies or his own people. Most he pitched the idea to were of the mind it was too unethical to pursue. That wouldn't stop him, of course, but it seemed too quickly to contaminate with disease or blight to be viable.

The idea that this place had workshopped it into being streamlined wasn't out of his realm of possibility. The hotel really is a marvel of organization, even if certain people (Steve, specifically) proved there were flaws,]

I do merely enjoy butchery, my good lad, as one might take satisfaction in any manner of practical skill. There is a tactile satisfaction in the act, as well as the comforting knowledge of a job done to my personal standards. [Sherwood has very handily and completely dissected theses two rabbits. Skin is set aside to tan, meat is separated into useful cuts, bones meticulously organized in a rough reconstruction. Sherwood speaks casually as he takes a towel and wipes down his gloved hands and arms,]

Besides, blood is easy to clean.

[Oh, what's that? Just him not answering that last inquiry-? Brushing right by it as if just too distracted to notice....]

Action

[perfectdistance]

[ He has eventually figured out his way up to Sherwood's room. There's only the one room with absolutely no door, and this seems about right.

Nero's walking in. ]

Hey, you in?

[rebrandedwarlock]

[The smell is truly very good in Sherwood's room. There's the thick scent of natural wood from the cabin-like construction, the smoky burn of the fireplace smoldering, and then what is over that fire. Nero helped him in putting together a fresh rabbit stew and it is simmering, the smell of fresh herbs, spices, vegetables, and (yes, don't worry about) meat. Then, there is Sherwood himself bending over to lift a kettle off the fire, turning when he hears the rap at the doorframe.]

My, come right in! I have some tea on, if you would like any.

[Another smell to add to the overall welcoming atmosphere, stringent Earl Grey, adding a refreshing, crisp oil to it all.]

cw: animal butchering

[rebrandedwarlock]

[Sherwood is by his roaring hearth, standing at a work table. There's cut meat from the rabbits laid out neatly, the unnecessary parts for cooking side aside. He wouldn't be letting anything go to waste, every piece of an animal carcass having some purpose and use. He'd very meticulously separated the skeletons and set them into their own pot to boil a bone broth down from, as well as clean off the remaining viscera. The skins are hung out to tan.

He softly waves a bloody glove Nero's way. He hadn't quite cleaned that up for himself yet...]

Sir! Welcome, welcome. I should have everything you need here for a fine stew.

[conspecifics]

( well, say no more. though he does a quick dip of his head before entering properly, a halfhearted attempt at a polite bow, his interest in decorum is far exceeded by his interest in the kitchen. the appropriate term might be beeline; he hardly spares a glance for sherwood himself, at first, too preoccupied with peering into the pot, ears forward and focused. the meat is an easily identified one, at least. )

So you did catch some.

( which means his advice was helpful, right… regardless of how true that actually is, it makes his tail wag, briefly. pleased with himself, perhaps.

it’s here that he finally turns to study his host, eyes briefly traveling up the lines of his antlers and then back down; he then turns his attention to the kettle. the scent of bergamot is a new one, the fragrance making his head tilt. )

Tea is fine— ( not particularly what he’s most interested in, by a long shot— ) I didn’t know you could change the rooms to this degree.

[perfectdistance]

[ This feels like a real throw back. He hasn't done all of this meat preparation himself since he was living in the north as a bandit. They had to use all those parts for survival back then. ]

"Nero" is fine. I got the usual stuff for stew.

[Potatoes, carrots, assorted hard vegetables that hold up nicely in soup, a nice stock, and a bunch of different spices that work well.]

... Usual for me, I guess?

[With all these different places, what even is a normal stew base?]

[rebrandedwarlock]

And they are delicious! Very well fed, the meat is tender and robust. Ideal for a hearty stew.

[Sherwood did not "catch" them so much as buy them with his Jack level funding... the proprietors should have probably questioned that he wanted two pet rabbits so quickly after arriving. That's their mistake, if they didn't want the creatures used for food and parts.

He pours two cups of tea half way, before doing a curious gesture of tipping some parts of each back and forth between them, then filling them back full. There's no word of explanation for this, just a pushing over of a cup to his guest once done.]

Change? Why, I arrived with it as it is. Well, aside from having a door. [which is clearly been hacked apart into firewood, he does wonder if he'll have a steady supply of replacements, if the hotel wishes to keep trying to keep Sherwood's room walled off against his wishes. He's hoping the next will be a nice cedar,]

The décor and technology of this place are admittedly very unfamiliar to me. This is more what I am used to back home. I believe they saw fit to welcome me with a similar style to what I am accustomed to.

[rebrandedwarlock]

Nero, then. I am Sherwood, it is a pleasure to meet you in person, [he would offer a handshake if his gloves were not still sticky with blood. Sherwood moves away from the butcher block table he has the ingredients laid out on so Nero can have space to work. There's a farmhouse style sink not far off that Sherwood only has a brief moment of confusion using. Plumbing isn't exactly common on Myddvai, but he's learning quick how more modern ammenities function.

He washes his gloves still on his hands, not willing to take them off,]

Make what you like, I would be honored to give it a try. [it won't be too different from what Sherwood is used to, but even if it was, he's open to novel experiences. Has to be or this place might overwhelm him with a sheer onslaught of them!]

[perfectdistance]

[ There's some plumbing and some kinds of powered items at home, but the batteries that they take are wizards, so he has to wonder what's powering this place.]

Same to you.

[ That's just what people say. He checks on the fireplace, and the pot there, pulls out the vegetables and starts washing them off before beginning to chop them up. ]

It's a stew with some herbs, spices and vegetables for flavor. You've already got the meat prepped.

[rebrandedwarlock]

That will be a fine dish, then. I'll get out of your way and let a man cook.

[Sherwood jokes lightly before shaking out his wet, if cleaned up, gloves and moving away from Nero so he can use the sink. The counter space is all his, Sherwood moving around to the other side to lean forward and watch Nero do his craft.]

Now, I must ask. As a rank two, what are you accommodations like? I heard the lowest ranks have quite the meager lifestyle offerings, but nobody is going hungry. Is that the truth?

[perfectdistance]

[ It's so obvious he's had years to hone this aspect of his craft. He wasn't called the chef of blood for no reason way back when, even if he'd rather nobody know that about him these days. ]

The room's barely big enough for me to lay down in.

[ Chop.

Don't think about how much he's been banging his... whatever Bradley is. Don't think about it. Even if he tells himself that, the blush rises to his cheeks anyway. ]

I'm not starvin'.

[rebrandedwarlock]

I see. A true disparity between upper and lower ranks. As is the nature of society no matter what world it is, I do suppose.

[Sherwood doesn't really have proper cutting knives because That's Illegal, but he did steal scalpels of various sizes. They get the same job done, if a bit awkwardly compared to proper kitchenware.]

Good to hear your offer was not made out of any dire desperation. [if Sherwood is referring to Nero offering food, exchanging cards, or both is left intentionally unsaid]

[perfectdistance]

It's fine. Nobody pays any attention to me.

[The ideal life, honestly.]

Nah, I just wanted to cook. [And talk to people casually about stuff that doesn't involve him personally.]

[rebrandedwarlock]

My, is that how you prefer it? Nobody giving you much mind?

[Sherwood would wither up and just die, but you do you, Nero. Can't relate.

But Sherwood finds what he can't relate to all the more intriguing, so it's not like he's put off.]

[bleakdecember]

[Honestly... Akechi would probably appreciate the efficiency of it, but be offended by the culinary monstrosity it is. He's a bit of a food snob, at times.]

Hah... maybe you can make money butchering and preparing meat for guests who want food without drugs. Then you wouldn't have to bring anyone to your bed. Because you seemed quite against the idea.

[He smiles. It's not friendly.]

Or maybe you're good at gambling?

[perfectdistance]

[ Some people thrive on attention and some people would shrivel up and die under it. ]

Yeah. You seem fine with being all the way up here.

[ A royalty card with all the attention that entails. ]

[rebrandedwarlock]

It is a fine starting place for me, I'm not too offended.

[That is to say, he's a bit offended. Only a Jack? Not a King? Psh... He'll bide his time and see if moving up is worth the effort. Things are so different in this place, after all. Sherwood prefers to get a feeling for the rules before he really starts playing a game.]

It is rather extravagant for one many to enjoy all on his own. You are welcome up here any time you wish to cook, or merely stretch your wings out. I enjoy company.