H͟ȩ̛͠҉̛y̛̛͟͝!̛ ̛͢͞͠L͘i̸͞s̶̢t̵̸̨̧̕ȩ҉͟ņ͘͞!̡͟͟ ̢͜͞Ć͘͜͏'̷̧̢҉͘m̴̨͘̕͞o̸̷͘͞n̛͘͠͝!̡̛͝
"..." Sitting still like a rock with her eyes closed. That's what some people were refering to as meditating. Others, like Aselia, however prefered to either call it sleeping or being a waste of breathing space.
Dǫ̵͢ ̶͟y̧͜o͢͏u̕ ́͘͜h͠҉ę̵aŗ̛͡ ̷͞m̛͟e̷̕?̀ ͡҉D̷o̢̨͢ ̨̕y͡͠ơ̷ų̴ ̛h͘è̢ą͝r͘͜ m͏̀e͠? ̡̢̀C͞a̷̛̛ņ̷͘ y͏̵̡ó̵͏u͡ ̵͞u̧͞ǹ̸d҉ȩ͟rs̛͢͠ţ̷͜a̕͞ǹ͘͟d? ͘B̴́͢la̸͏b̕l͞͠ab̷͞la͘?̨́ ̵.̵.̢̀͝.͜ ͘Y͢o̡̕͢ù̷͘ ̕͞ḑ̧o̶n̸'̢͜͜t̷͠,̨͟͡ ̸r͏͞͝i͜͠g̡h̶̕t͏̷?̵͞ A͘҉̶s͜͝ ̨a̶ ̨al͝l̸̢-̵͘m̨ig̶̕h̡͢t̷y̴̶̢ ̀a͝҉ǹd̵̴ ͘͡p͝͏o҉̛ẁ͏e͝r̨͘f͜ù̶͘l̶̡͘ ́͘͢s̛̕ṕi̢̕r̵̛͡i̕͝͞t ̴t̶͟h͞i͏̷ńg̸ ̢̧͟wh͝y̸ ̴͜is i̸̛͝t̴̨ ͢Í̵̷ ́d̕o̢n̶'̧t̕ ̶́͢h̶ą͠v͠e ͘͏s̡o̶̶̡m͢͏͘e͞҉̸ so̧r͘t͘͡ ̵̸o̴̶f̢ ̷a͜͝ut̴o͡͞-̸t̶͜҉ra̷͜ń͜s͠͞m̴͝͠i̢t͠ ̷̛͟s̡p͡é̴ĺ͟l̴͟?̀ No̷҉̷,̨ ̕s̢i̶͟͢l̀l͘y̶͜ m͏̷͜e̸ ̷̨̀wa̢s҉̴̷te̡͘҉s̀͝ ̸̸͡h͘͢e͞r̸͘͠ ́͞e̵n͘̕͠t̀i͟ŗ͟e̕͠ ̡͞ti͘m̴̀e̴̢̡ ͞s̷peą͢k̛̀͢i͏ņ̶g̴͢͜ ̛͞҉t̢́͢o̶͡ ̕a̶ ̡d̡͞e͟a̵͜f͏ i̛͠d̴̀i̕͝o͟͢t͘ ̵̨͢t̛̛h̢a͢t ̛̀do͟ę̷͟s͡n̶̨'͢͢t͏ ̸̸̡e̢v̵̛͞e̵n̸̢ ̢͜k̷̡no̷͟w̕͟ ̵͢t̢hè͝ ͘ba̧s͘̕̕i̴̕͢c̸̛s ͞of̕ ̵̧̢t͠h̷͏e͟͝ ̸ģ͞rea͡t͞ ̶̡gi̴͝f͘t́͡ ̧̀͟go͞d̛͘̕-̡͡͞kno͝͞҉w̶̶s-̧w͜͡h̵͟͞o̕͘ ̵́d҉e͠͡c̛į̸͜d̷͟͠e̡d̛ t̸o͜͟ b̕e҉̀s̡t́ơ҉̵w ų̀͘p͘o̶͘n̢ ̨͡h̵͞e҉r͘!̶͜
"..." As Aselia kept sitting there the voice that had been permanently nagging her at the back of her head finally, slowly, became clearer. A few words could be made out among the gibberish which she was sure wasn't even any kind of human language.
You know, for a second I thought you might actually be smart enough to realize, after having spend over a week, that trying to go all hermit establish a connection between us! But considering your stupidity you probably just fell asleep.
Y͝o͝͠ư ̢͜ḱ̷ņǫw̶,̀̕͝ ̶̨f̛͢o̷͏r̷̴ ̶a̧̡ ͠s̨̛͡éc̷̛on҉͢͢d̵ ̕͟I̸ ͘҉th̀͘o͢͢ù̷̀gh̢́t͘͝ ̵̧͟y͘ou̡͟ ͞mi͡͡g̢̛͠h͢t ̷͢a̧͢ç̶͞t̵́̕u̵̧a̷͢l̛ly҉̀ ̢҉b̧́e̸̷͡ ̸s̢̀͘m̸͝a͏r͠t҉̴̧ ̡͝é̷̢nớùg̶̕h̛̀͜ ̕t͟o r̷̡ea҉̛҉l̴ize̡,̢̕̕ ̢͝a̸͜f͢͝t͏e̡̨̕r̷̢ ̵̧͝ḩ̵̀a͢v͝įn͢ǵ͠ ̢͟s̡͡p̸͡e̴҉n͡d̨ ̀ò̴v̢͞͝e͠͏r̛ ̸̡́a͏̴̡ ́̕w̴͡e̡͢͟ek̵͝,̶͘ ̢t͜͢h̸̢a̷t́͠ ̨̀t̀͟ry͜͏i̶n͘͘g ̷̷̵t̶̛͠o ̶̀g̷̶o͜ ̀̕ál̴̸l̕͟ h́e̴̷r͏m͜͠i͟t e̢͜s̴͝t̀͝a҉b͏͞l̸̡͟i̕͟sh ̸a͜͞ c͘òn̨ń̶̡eć̸̢ti̴ǫn̴ ̶̨b̀ȩ͟t́͡w̧͟ȩ̵͟ę̛͠n̡͞ ̡̛͢us!͘ ̨B͡u͜͠ţ͘ ̨͟c̨̛̀o͜͢n̛͟s̛̀i͏̧d͜è̷̢ri͏n̷͢͠g͜ ̕you̸̵͡r̛͠ ̛st͠ư̵̕p̧i̕͝d͝i̸t́̕͜y̡ y̧̧͠ó͘u͜͝҉ ̛p͟͝r̨͏̴ơ͡b͢͡ab̷̨͞l͏̴y ̸͜ju̢͝ś̸҉t̸̀ ̢́f̕͠e͡͞l̸͞l͏͟ a͜͝s̛͠l̸̨eȩ͜p͡.̧͠
Calling someone stupid behind their back is rather cowardly, wouldn't you agree? Aselia simply thought.
Oh.̧ ͜My̧.͘ ̸Go͏..͟.̕sh̸.҉ ͏Did ̵you͝.̨.̨.͜ ͠Di҉d ҉yo̶u̢ ҉ju̡st͢ c̸ommu̵níca̸t̡e͡ wit̕h̕ mé?!̡ ͠Fuc̶king͞ ͝fináll͟y. I̛ ͟ha͘d.̵.̕. ̴I̕ h́ad͠...͏ ne͏a͘r͏l̷y ̕g̸i͞ven̢ ̕into d͠esp̨air. ͠M͠ǫn͝o͢l̢o͟gu͞i̸ņg͝ fo͝r hours ̨c͝a͞n m͘a͘ķe o̶n̵e go ͠c͢r̕az̶y.҉ ͡E̵ve̡n m͝o҉ŕę t͢han͠ ͞some͞ ͜a̴l͜r̀e͞ady̸ th͝ink͝ ́I ̡am̢! ͡B̶út̷ ̛now̶ ̵t̡h͢at w͏e͘ ̴h̷avè ̴f͘inall̨y e̸st̡ab̷l̛i̵s͟h́ed a ̸c͠o̢nn͡ec͘t͘io̢n҉ ļe̸t̷'͏`̶s̵ do ͘thi̢ş quic͝k ͝a̧nd͡ ̧proper. ͡I'm ̵r͠eal̵l̕y ̸sic͜k a͜lr͢ead҉y̧.́ ͟Y͝o͘u may ͢cal͘l me.͝..̧ God? Yea̷h, le̕t̵'s̕ ̡st́i̵ck ͠w̵ith th̴at. If͜ you͢ w͞a̶nt me to ̡share ͢ev̵en ̶a͏ fraction ҉of m͞y ͝b̶ou̢n̢d̀l͜e̛ss a̷n͠d̴ ́p͝owerfu͡l ͜P̶O̸W̧ER ̡with ̨ỳo̶u ҉you͏ b̢e͢t͠ter͟ ́şt̸a̛r͏t ͟cal̶l͘ín͘g̴ ̛m̸e̶ GO͢D!
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H-͡H͝e͟l̢lo?͏ God to ̡dįspos̨a͝blȩ h͜e͘nch͞men͢?
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Oo̢h̴h̶h͝,̨ now y͟ou̵'͏re̛ p͟l͏ay͢i͟n͠g̶ h͜a̴rd̀ ͘to͝ ͏gèt,̷ ͝h͟uh? Fin͞e҉. ̶I҉t ̸is҉n̡'̨t͢ me͜ ̴w̨h̸o͘ w͠ant̶s͢ ̢sóme ̀s͜u̷pe̷r a͝we̷som̨é magic.͏ I'ļļ j͟ust b̵e ̷over herȩ ͡f́e̵ig͘ni͟n͞g ig̡n̛ór̴a̡n̸cę.͜
The white-hair wasn't all too sure how long she was sitting there, exercising to be the next World Record Holder in being a Stone, but ultimately, God gave in.
AL̶R̛I͞GHT͏ ALR͡I͡GHT. ͢My̷ ͞o͢tḩer d̵i̶śp̛o̧sabl̀e ̸p͝éons ҉ca̸ll ̀me K̡iko. ̧A̡r͏e yo̧u ́h͏a̕ppy ̴now̶ ͜y͡ou ̕an̛n̶o̕y͜ing m͢utt͟?͟
You were more stubborn than-
Ye̵ah̕ y͞e͘ah I͜ c͏oul͘dn̷'t ͞çàŕe ͢les͏s ́a͏b̷o̷u͘t͟ ̢s͞omé ̵e͞dg̸y-l̡o̕okath̀owb̧a͜d̵a͏ssi̵am͟-͠l͏in͡e o̡f ͏y̴òu͢r̢s.̨ W͜e ͘d͠o͡n̵'́t ev̧én ̸n̢eed to̵ įn͢t͝roduce ͡e̴ach̕ ͢óthe̕r͘. I͜ ̨l͟it̷e̴ra͟lly̸ kn҉ow ̀e̶v̸e̷ryt̷hi̷ng abǫut͏ ̨ỳo͡u ͟a̶l͟r̷e̷ady,͜ Ase͡lia.̡ ͡So ̛yo̵u ̵w͏ańt͢ s͞om͏è ҉fancy͞ m̛agi̶c͟, ͟r͜i͞g͢ht? No͏w̵ ͘that I f́ee̡l ͡yoú'r҉e͞ ac͝tual҉l͜y wi̢ll͟i͞n̷g̡ ̨t̛o coǫper̶at̴e ̵le̡t's͜ ͞get r̀i͢ght ̕ţo͟ ̷my͟ mos͘t͜ div̵ine̵ ̛o͜f̷ ̕aĺl͏ t́as͞ks҉: ͡Į ͠a͢m ͠dis̀g̨u̵s̵t̴ed ąt̴ ̷chi̷ļd͞ren. S̛mall little shi̧ts ̸t̴hat ̕sp̡end͢ ͏the͠ir ͠ent̢ire͞ ̨d͢a҉y ̵be̶ing̷ ҉anno҉yi͟ng. W͠h͢y w̸oul̛d tha̴t̛ mát͏t̡e͘r t҉o ̨a͟ń ̶all-̀a͜nd-po̷w͠ęrf̛ul͟ ̕exterre̢st͢riál b̡e͡i͞n̸g̢ ̵lik̡e̷ ͢m̧y̢self̛?̶ Bec̷ąųs͡è ͞t͡hey͡ a̕ļso c͞al͠l̀ ͝me͟ Ki͞k҉o͢ ͡the Dark Harvest ̴Gri͠n͠c҉h.̕
Alright҉. ͏So̕.͡ Ch̸i͏ldre҉n ͢arȩ bad̶.̧ Rig̕ht? ͡Sim̢ply͢ ͠te͏aćh t͜h̸e̡m͜ a ̵lesşo͏n̨.͢ I don't̶ ͝e̡v͠e̸n car̵e ͜i͠f t̸h̡e̕y ̢d̸i͞e̷ ͠th̨o̸ugh i̛f̛ ̛you͟ dec̢id͞e̡ to ̕g͞o҉ ͏there m҉ąke͡ s̨u҉re i̷t́'ll̀ at le͟ast ͞b͘e̢ a͜l͜l̴ ̷pąįn͢f͠u̧l̸!
So... you hate Hallow... Dark Harvest, huh?
I͢t ̨h͢ap̵p̕en̷s͜ ͢t͢o ̶be͟ ́t̷he̵ b̶usie͜s̵t́ ͘ti̶me a̴roùn͜d ̸f͞o̵r m̡e͘!͡ ̛W͘ho͝ dòes͜n͏'̨t h̴ate worki̵n͢g̶ ͠ov̨er̶-ti͜m̸e?!͜
And with this the white-haired soon-to-be-close-combat-witch already had a plan to set into motion... .
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Cooking. Some people thought of cooking as something simple like being able to just boil potatoes. Other saw it in the Art of creating perfection without the help of recipes. And lastly there were those who thought of something in the middle. For Aselia however the definition of 'cooking' did not matter at all.
What she believed in was that any sane person could read a recipe and follow the guidelines. 'I can't cook.' was simply synonymous with 'I can't read.'. Thus, it came to little surprise that someone who never made candies before was about to produce something that at least resembled something like medieval candies.
Still, there was nonetheless a difference between being able to have the expertise in creating a good looking piece of delicacy and just some... food... but what kids ultimately loved was just the taste of sweet: Sugar, honey and whatnot, no? Killing their taste-buds with the disgusting flavor of pure sweet would surely help.
As the woman continued stirring the mass mostly made out of sugar inside the gigantic sauce pan she took a good look around the room. After all these facilities were only borrowed for the greater good. The white-hair could nearly feel bad at how she managed to borrow this kitchen for nearly nothing at all just because she mentioned some sort of 'doing good for the kids'. NPCs were just as stupid as the real deal.
Regardless, unlike the price for this room the other guy, the shady dealer, drove quite a bargain. Though ultimately the red-eye wasn't too sure how much laxative was usually going for in the first place. Who even bought that stuff inside an MMO? Realism, ho.
'Stealing candy from kids' was about how difficult the task was. What the hell was Kiko thinking anyways? Bullying children wasn't Aselia's definition of fun at all, and thus, only deserved a half-assed job. Maybe, just maybe, however this could still get interesting... .
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