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Xavier has a minion!
Winston the Werthers
Winston the Werthers
Xavier
Legacy Name: Xavier
The Common Experiment #932
Owner: orion
Age: 14 years, 11 months, 3 days
Born: May 31st, 2009
Adopted: 14 years, 11 months, 3 days ago (Legacy)
Adopted: May 31st, 2009 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 13
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
What is it to go to Hell? When still borne of flesh--wrinkled in the face and calloused on the hands, two amber eyes set to pour over ancient texts, two hundred and six bones, twenty-seven teeth, and hundreds of joints that creak and groan as the old heartpine floors of a dust-filled home, crooked nails and soot embedded in the cracks.
Counter: What does Hell compare to Grief? What use is the body, the bones and the blood in the veins, when the very soul has been cut out?
Eleven years. Eleven years of Xavier carefully descending the oak stairs each morning, the twinge in the left knee developing early on, the ache in the small of the back a bit newer. Alone. Always.
then
Xavier tiptoes carefully down the stairs, avoiding the particularly noisy creaks of the third and ninth treads and the nail head on the last step that has started to pop. It had already snagged a hole in his favorite wool socks last week. He keeps forgetting to tell Sol, and thinks maybe he'll take care of it himself, despite being repeatedly barred from using any of the steel tools that hang out in the shed. His ring finger still crooks a little sideways after the last time.
The house has its share of quirks, and he's been documenting them all in the three years since they first crossed the threshold. Pieces of a home, he considers. Some, he never cares to address. Others, like the nail, will eventually need to be tended to.
But not today. The sun isn't yet up, but there's a faint blue glow on the horizon, and the snowbirds have just begun their morning psalms. He makes his way across the darkened living room, into the tiny green kitchen. There's a bowl of lemons hidden in the cupboard above the icebox. He had picked them up a few days ago, just before Sol had returned home from a week-long commisson, and their bright scent as he pulls them down tells him they're ready -- perfect, in fact.
He zests, slices, and juices, each method deposited into mismatched bowls ready for the cake and the curd.
The lemon butter cake is not his favorite to make, but it is Solomon's favorite to enjoy. Xavier tends to prefer the showier cakes and decadent rolls. He's recently been trying pastries, as well. Buttery croissants and profiteroles. He's earmarked a recipe for canelés, when he thinks he's ready.
Magic, Sol always calls it. But it's just science, really. Chemical reactions between the flour, the sugar, salt, and yeast. And butter, of course, when called for. But he is often surprised at how delicious the custards and curds turn out. So maybe Solomon isn't wrong after all.
He gets the cake in the oven as the sky outside has turned a brilliant shade of gold.
tbc
Pet Treasure
Ancient Cathedral Motes
Candles of the Six Prophets
Bag of Broken Cathedral Glass
Moss Covered Cross
This Candle Stares Back
Grimoire of Fate
Summoning Spooky Spirits
Darkest Blood Magick
Book of Spell Breaking and Reversals
Tainted Scroll of Legend
Warlock Apothecary Oils
Demon Summoning Kit
Ancient Stone Tablet
Saheric Scroll and Case
Shadowglen Fairy Tales
Possessed Crystal Ball
Ancient Codex Scroll
Willowisp Tattered Scroll Piece
Shengui Guo Spirit Offerings
Plundered Omen Islands Warrior Wall Scroll
Renaissance Scroll
Lava Arma Scroll
Spring Sphinx Riddle Scroll
Ancient Scroll Replica
Bark of Birch
Unholy Pages
Ancient Scrap of Parchment
Kora Scroll of Mystery
Tehb Rites and Rituals
Snail Shell
Fossil
Fishliver Oil
Brown Tincture
Book of Demonic Names
Blasphemous Shards
Bound and Chained Evil