Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20170215063845/@comment-11163511-20170630144206

"Don't git yisser 'opes up so soon! 'oy cud yer be so sure you'll be as blessed? They canny jist pull yer oyt av de grave yer dug wi' de stupidity dat killed yer so easily! dare 'as ter be a catch, otherwise it wud be simply brutal for business." Bane raised an eyebrow as high as loudness of his voice, with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Tink aboyt it, thar's only so many resources ter make dat kind av miracle: a classic wash av de Russian water av life, complicated spells only de wisest av wizards can cast...How easy can they be found? an' who is ter say de authorities ain't gonna put dem in tight security ter snooker misuse? Gettin' a permit for dem is pure murder an' mind yer not every tale is popular enoof ter git dat privilege! If 'tis not part av de scayle or if de existence av yisser role is insignificant ter dem, gran' luk tryin' ter pry dat miracle from their cowl dead 'ands!"

He wasn't exactly ever in good terms with the fairy tale authorities and so didn't like thinking about them much. As much as he is trying to please them with his academic performance, Bane dreadfully despises the unfairness they have towards lesser-known stories and roles. They took much of what he had known and loved, they are unlikely to be anymore merciful to any of his fellow Epics.

"Ah an' not ter menshun de conflict wi' de guardians av de afterworld. Angels, demons, reapers...what not," yer man also argued."they're loosin' customers wi' dohs miracles. They're not gonna release a soul if they don't git somethin' worthwhile in return. Usually, an mince pie for mince pie sort av deal. For everyone who relives, someone else 'as ter die. dat applies ter many tales, wha de 'ero cums back ter take de life av de villain. If 'tis not part av de sceal, 'tis morally confusin' for al' parties involved an' an innocent cud git killed ter pay de debt!"

He realized too had gone through a rather long-winded speech, so Bane decided to end it with a deep breath to calm himself down. "As for our next destination, exactly where to?" Bane was hoping for suggestions.

"Well, if ye'd loike discounts wi' dat, oi'm juicy in gran' terms wi' de not de full shillin' 'atter's place. I'll buk yer al' a private table if yer want. jist as long as naw one's afraid av 'eights. chucker not worry! yer wouldn't fall as de infrastructure is gravity-defyin' in sum corners, jist watch yisser noggin wi' de flyin' objects."

"I hope I didn't come at a bad time!" Rosie phased through the door. "This place was more crowded last time I checked. Oh well, we've still got good company, though!" She liked hearing these kids talk, how they still had some hope even when their lived were forced to be cut short. Now, longevity doesn't have to be a dream no more and she hoped to come see a celebration. Though the atmosphere is far from hexciting, Rosie's still happy to be here."I don't suppose you'd like to go out for some fresh air? It's getting kinda warm in here."

"Uh, aye, we were intendin' ter, Ms Greenwood. 'tis nice ter clap yer again!" Bane replied.