latte

shoulda called it wick alchemy

“ Who saw this coming?” a random oyashi looked around to nothing, before lofting up her right palm. “oh, that’s right. I did.” For all the humor she could muster, an equal amount of distain festered for those of the white city - this incident, and of course for her own special reasons. “and for a rokodra shield? man, why are we all out here doin’ too much.”

"These children need to learn the discipline of a belt," commented a foreigner.

MC Name: Lautte Discord: -- Image: Description of Image: A depiction of an oyashiman women, shrouded by the fire in prayer. Dimensions: 2 high 1 wide

MC Name: Lautte Discord: -- Image: Description of Image: Seiryu. The dragon of clan Seiryu Dimensions: 2 high 1 wide

+1 :3

i agree with this amendment, but since it's you who posted it i have to give it a -1

V O I C E B R E A K E R TIER 3, RARE [] “I have no mouth, and I must scream.” Background: In search of a boon that would aid in her line of work, the Shinobi named Seiryu Hina withdrew into her laboratory, set off to work. For countless nights, she labored in silence, experimenting with different symboles and bases with a singular goal in mind: to create a tool that could sever the voice itself, if only for a brief moment. She knew such a tool would be the perfect weapon for a Shinobi, allowing her team to move unseen and unheard. To strike without even a whisper. Recipe: Base: Aqua Vitae Air x1 (Any/Optional makes potion into a gas) Water x 1 (Any/Optional makes potion a liquid) Rigidity x 2 Curtailment x 3 Silence x 4 Impediment x 3 Creation: A pot of Aqua Vitae should be set to boil. The symbols of rigidity, curtailment, and impediment are to be stirred in first. Once mixed, the symbols of Silence should be added. The mixture must then be left to rest for three narrative hours before it is ready for use. Effects: Akin to its name, this potion will temporarily sever the voice of any unlucky target. It exists in two forms: A gaseous state that allows the concoction to be used as a projectile, or a dormant liquid used as an ingestible. Either way, the concoction will take on as a translucent, colorless substance. Projectile Mechanics: If used as a projectile, the vial must be prepared over the course of three emotes: one to retrieve, one to prime, and one to throw. Upon impact, the gas will immediately spread over a 3x3x3 block area. A distinct smell akin to ammonia can be detected once released. The residual gas cloud will stay in the 3x3x3 block area for 1 emote count. One the gas is inhaled, the silencing effect unfolds over the the following emotes: [1,2] The target feels a sudden strain upon their vocal cords. Their voice becomes fully suppressed, and they are rendered incapable of speaking at all, save for gasps and sputters of breaths. [3] The effect starts to fade. They are still unable to scream (#s) and speak at normal volume (#rp), yet are still able to speak in a quiet tone (#q) [4] The effect fully fades, and full vocal ability is restored, allowing speech at any volume. Ingestible Mechanics: If consumed directly, one would notice the potion carries a slightly herbal, bitter taste that lingers upon the tongue. While it is able to be slightly masked by flavor enhancers, the acrid undertone will remain present. Likewise, it may be poured into other drinks. But again, that unpleasant taste of the concoction always remains noticeable. This potion must be primed over three emotes: one to retrieve, one to prime, and one to serve to the victim. Once consumed, the silencing effect unfolds over the course of the following emotes: [1, 2,3] The target feels a sudden strain upon their vocal cords. Their voice becomes fully suppressed, and they are rendered incapable of speaking at all, save for gasps and sputters of breaths. [4] The effect starts to fade. They are still unable to scream (#s) and speak at normal volume (#rp), yet are still able to speak in a quiet tone (#q) [5] The effect fades, and full vocal ability is restored, allowing speech at any volume. Redlines: Thank you to @Reckless Banzai Screamer, @Mallow and @Rulf Bypharrk for consultation and advice! Changelog:

Seiryu Hina glanced at the missive, uninterested in gaijin politics. Yet, she could feel the grief of having yet another life be snuffed out by those of Ibleesian influence. but she didn't dwell. With a yawn, she moved back into her abode, to bury herself in her basement alchemical lab. But Georgiana Wick woke up in a cold stupor, gasping for breath as if she had just been born once again. The woman's hand moved to her face, touching the flesh. Her brows furrowed. A scowl overtook her face as she read the missive, newly delivered. Maybe it was time to return home after many years of non existence. One wick in, one Wick out. And in a small field of wheat, Araminta Wick shed a tear for her favorite cousin. Her hands balled into a fist, and the missive was torn up to decorate the earth with. she would have to talk to Russandiel about this, certainly.

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"PUTTT A GEISHAAAA ONNNNNNNNN" SCREAMS SEIRYU HINA!!!!

Somewhere in the universe, a blinding flash tears through the void. The time has come. this particular beam of light is ready to live to up to her Grandmother's legacy.

MC Name: Lautte Discord: will let you know Image: Description of Image: A poster made by Seiryu Hina of her friends and herself for their upcoming business. Dimensions: 1 high 1 wide

"WIIIIIIIIICCKKK" called out Araminta Wick, before going back to sleep for another three years.

世 界 中 の 芸 者 “Sana-san,” bid the Geisha. “Hai, Hina-san?” answered the Maiko. “Geisha world tour?” “Geisha world tour.” — And so, Hina and Sana were off again to spread merriment, joy, and the beauty of the great Oyashiman culture to the poor, ugly gaijin of the world! A vibrant heritage would be shared, performances would light up the stages of the far corners of Braevos, and smiles would blossom upon the faces of those would meet. First stop: Karoslund. The icy air bit at the geisha’s flesh, each moment of exploration to the village stinging. Almost as if the wind was cruelly whispering to them; turn back. But the strong Geisha did not. They pressed onwards. For they were protectors of their people, paragons of their culture and traditions. Their lives were forged in discipline and hardship, so that their beauty, their art, and their strength might be shared with the world. When they finally managed to reach the village, they were kindly greeted by a few of the locals. A small child, a weirdly emotional blonde woman, and an quiet redheaded man. In this performance, Hina strummed the shamisen, her voice weaving poetry into the air, while Sana brought the tale to life through nihon buyo, a graceful fan dance that painted each word in motion. With their performance well received by the villagers, the two were off to their second stop of their world tour! “Empty-handed I entered the world. Barefoot I leave it. My coming, my going. Two simple happenings that got entangled.” — The Geisha were off once more, venturing deeper into the forest. The next stop: The Ghetto of Norland (The Lichtenwald). They moved into the heart of the village, the tavern. There, they met the faces of the kindly owner, a green oyashi devil, a half yosei. Sana, justifiably nervous, whispered to Hina before their performance started; clearly weary of the residents and downtrodden scenery around them. A contrast from the place they had come from, verily. Hina had responded with, “It is our duty to spread happiness to the poor, idiot gaijin. And they definitely need happiness.” After a brief pep talk, the geisha took the stage once more. This time, Hina led with her fan dance, each movement fluid, and alive. All the while, Sana gave voice to the tale, singing poetry with quiet strength. “sound of a stream sunlight danced on water life wakes again” — [!] A colorized depiction of Hina and Sana in the Lichtenwald, circa 2030 With another well-received performance behind them, the Geisha turned back toward Burgundy, Alba. There, they caught sight of a few Reinmar soldiers in a tavern. Still on their mission to spread joy and culture, the Geisha approached the trio. “Ohayou gozaimasu,” Sana called out, bowing in her approach. “We are GEISHA of the KOYOMACHI, here to spread our culture and HAPPINESS to you sad, poor gaijin.” Verily, was Hina’s words were well kept in Sana’s head. Obviously, the soldiers did not take well to this. The geisha profusely apologized. Despite this, their performance art was welcomed nonetheless. In their last performance of the day, both Geisha danced Nihon Buyo whilst also preforming the ancient Oyashiman conversation poetry: Renga. Their fans were tossed in their air, and caught with expert precision. They moved so naturally and swiftly, akin to the pull and push of the waves in the water. As soft as snowfall, as elegant as the birds in the sky. “Mist veils the mountains, a heron glides through silence, dawn in early spring. Temple bells ring in the light, startling the plum blossoms. Footprints in the snow have already started to soften. warmth returns too soon. A folded fan in my sleeve still holds the scent of cedar. I wait by the stream, listening to melting ice. old songs in the flow. When the moon clears from the clouds, will you walk this path again?” — With their final performance concluded and met with applause, the geisha turned back towards the sakura blossom scenery of their homeland. The second world tour of the Koyomachi had been a success, and they were quickly making a name for themselves. All was well for the Oyashiman!

[!] A letter is penned, by an anonymous source. "Please create a recipe for hou-zi meat."

Seiryu Hina starts to cry. She ordered Grub Bucket carry out at least four times a week.

The Herald in question frowns, fearing for when news breaks out and she is forced on shit sweeping duty at Tor'praeth...