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Supposedly this isn't magic, but you speak into the device and I hear it no matter where you are, so it seems pretty magical to me. Either way, leave your name and a message and I'll do my best to get back to you. Oh right, this is the telephone of Senshi of Izganda. That seems important to mention.
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Mauvaise Chance Apartments #6, Tuesday Afternoon
So, Senshi had an apartment now. A huge apartment, one far bigger than his actual needs. So big he was mostly camping out in the dining room next to the kitchen because there was just so much empty space he didn't really know what to do with it. Even the kitchen was a bit intimidating, not in the least because it was - like everything else - built for Tall-Men and elves, with no consideration for the shorter races. The only place he really felt comfortable was the balcony, and he was already considering how to get a nice garden set up there.
But today after his pizza class, Senshi found himself and his step ladder finally getting the kitchen set up properly. Normally, he would be ashamed for it to have taken this long, but he'd been distracted by trying to figure out the conundrum his class presented to him. On the one hand, it was a class about going into the dungeon, killing monsters, and making food from them. On the other hand, dungeons were very dangerous, especially for children, not to mention the time it would take for them to find monsters, kill them, learn about them, and then cook them far surpassed the amount of time allotted for class.
It had been quite a conundrum, at least until this weekend when he'd discovered that he could go back into the dungeon when he wished; there was a door in the castle that led right back to where he'd come out in the first place. He'd given some thought to just staying there - he had a perfectly good home right there on the third floor anyway, but he'd decided that for at least as long as he was teaching, he should stay on the island where it was safer.
...He had brought his house back with him, if only to keep the dungeon cleaners from eating it up any more than they already had.
Right now, he felt as close to normal as he likely would on this island - he had all of his belongings with him, he'd done some monster hunting earlier in the day, and now the kitchen was redolent with the scent of simmering soup.
A simple life, but a good one.
[Mostly establishy but open of anyone wants to stop by]
But today after his pizza class, Senshi found himself and his step ladder finally getting the kitchen set up properly. Normally, he would be ashamed for it to have taken this long, but he'd been distracted by trying to figure out the conundrum his class presented to him. On the one hand, it was a class about going into the dungeon, killing monsters, and making food from them. On the other hand, dungeons were very dangerous, especially for children, not to mention the time it would take for them to find monsters, kill them, learn about them, and then cook them far surpassed the amount of time allotted for class.
It had been quite a conundrum, at least until this weekend when he'd discovered that he could go back into the dungeon when he wished; there was a door in the castle that led right back to where he'd come out in the first place. He'd given some thought to just staying there - he had a perfectly good home right there on the third floor anyway, but he'd decided that for at least as long as he was teaching, he should stay on the island where it was safer.
...He had brought his house back with him, if only to keep the dungeon cleaners from eating it up any more than they already had.
Right now, he felt as close to normal as he likely would on this island - he had all of his belongings with him, he'd done some monster hunting earlier in the day, and now the kitchen was redolent with the scent of simmering soup.
A simple life, but a good one.
[Mostly establishy but open of anyone wants to stop by]
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3rd Floor of the Dungeon, Saturday Morning (Fandom Time)
Senshi was whistling on his way back to his tiny shelter on the third floor. His golem vegetable gardens had given him a bumper crop, meaning plenty of fresh veggies to trade with the orcs, keep for himself, and sell up in the first floor market. Most of his produce was gone now, but he had plenty of bags and crocks of spices, seasonings, oils, and various grains to cook with to supplement the food he was able to catch and forage in the dungeon itself. And on his way through the second floor, he'd come across both a basilisk nest and some Man-Eating Plants, so now he had eggs and fruit to go along with the rest of his ingredients. He was already happily considering what he'd make for dinner with his bounty he spotted something very odd.
A door.
Of course, the dungeon was full of doors. But this door wasn't one he recognized at all. He'd lived in this dungeon for ten years and five of them on this very floor, and he would swear on his mithril cooking knife that he had never seen this door at all.
Had he been so busy dreaming up his meal plan that he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere? Seemed unlikely, but he knew he wasn't always the best at paying attention. Retracing his steps back to the nearest turn, he looked around and - yes, this was the right way. Down this corridor, take a left at the T-junction, pass the bathrooms, around the bend, and then a right at the fork and he was home.
Perhaps he was so hungry he was hallucinating? His breakfast had been on the smaller side, but it had been plenty packed with nutrients, so he doubted it was that, but what other possibility was there. A mimic, maybe?
Senshi padded back down the hallway and the door was still present.
He eyed his groceries. The smart thing to do would be to drop them off at his shelter, but he couldn't deny a bit of curiosity, too. Perhaps it led to a new section of the dungeon? That usually meant new monsters and sometimes new flora as well! New ingredients to dabble and experiment with.
Surely a small look couldn't hurt.
He peeked out the door and saw a castle in the distance. The castle for the Golden Kingdom? It didn't look the same as it did from the second floor. And the houses didn't look like any of the ones he recognized from the fifth floor. He took a step through the door, and then a second, and finally a third--only to have the door behind him close. And when he tried to open it, he found it was locked, too.
"Some kind of magic, no doubt," he said with a frown. "Well, I'll just look to see if any other adventurers have found this place yet. They'll be able to give me directions out." Helpfully, his sensitive ears picked up the sound of a crowd - time to see what was in that direction. He'd feel a bit better if he could free his axe, just in case what he heard were monsters, but there was no way he'd set down his supplies somewhere unguarded. He'd had enough of people stealing his produce from him.
[Establishy! Stuff in the castle is obviously nfb, but his arrival is fine to broadcast.]
A door.
Of course, the dungeon was full of doors. But this door wasn't one he recognized at all. He'd lived in this dungeon for ten years and five of them on this very floor, and he would swear on his mithril cooking knife that he had never seen this door at all.
Had he been so busy dreaming up his meal plan that he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere? Seemed unlikely, but he knew he wasn't always the best at paying attention. Retracing his steps back to the nearest turn, he looked around and - yes, this was the right way. Down this corridor, take a left at the T-junction, pass the bathrooms, around the bend, and then a right at the fork and he was home.
Perhaps he was so hungry he was hallucinating? His breakfast had been on the smaller side, but it had been plenty packed with nutrients, so he doubted it was that, but what other possibility was there. A mimic, maybe?
Senshi padded back down the hallway and the door was still present.
He eyed his groceries. The smart thing to do would be to drop them off at his shelter, but he couldn't deny a bit of curiosity, too. Perhaps it led to a new section of the dungeon? That usually meant new monsters and sometimes new flora as well! New ingredients to dabble and experiment with.
Surely a small look couldn't hurt.
He peeked out the door and saw a castle in the distance. The castle for the Golden Kingdom? It didn't look the same as it did from the second floor. And the houses didn't look like any of the ones he recognized from the fifth floor. He took a step through the door, and then a second, and finally a third--only to have the door behind him close. And when he tried to open it, he found it was locked, too.
"Some kind of magic, no doubt," he said with a frown. "Well, I'll just look to see if any other adventurers have found this place yet. They'll be able to give me directions out." Helpfully, his sensitive ears picked up the sound of a crowd - time to see what was in that direction. He'd feel a bit better if he could free his axe, just in case what he heard were monsters, but there was no way he'd set down his supplies somewhere unguarded. He'd had enough of people stealing his produce from him.
[Establishy! Stuff in the castle is obviously nfb, but his arrival is fine to broadcast.]
I Have Been Bullied Onto The Bandwagon
I was gonna wait until I had more icons but all y'all are just so goddamn industrious that apparently that's gotta wait until I write my stupid info post. (Why yes, I would jump off a bridge, clearly there's some cool shit down there). Everyone give a warm, Fandom welcome to Senshi of Izganda, from the anime smash hit (and manga sensation), Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi!
( Here there be spoilers )
( The dwarf, the chef, the absolute legend )
As a note to magic users: as mentioned above, he also doesn't like magic. He sees it as "cheating," making things too easy, and thinks that overuse/over-reliance will lead to someone's downfall. If you only ever light fires with magic, what are you gonna do when it's cold and you're out of magic? Freeze? He specifically dislikes resurrections, he feels that the dead should stay dead and that it's unnatural for them to come back, though he doesn't speak up much about this in regards to Falin. He also believes that magic is bad for the dungeon ecosystem. When Marcille uses magic to essentially shoot fish in a barrel, he scolds her for killing too many of the fish, which will cause other monsters to have less to eat later. He seems to see magic as fairly exploitative. But so long as you're not using magic on him or in some way that will unbalance the ecosystem, he'll just quietly judge, rather than pick a fight about it. If you've developed a rapport, he may try to suggest you do it without magic, but hey, he's not the boss of you.
Senshi will be coming to the island at some handwavy and unspecified point pre-canon; he'll open a random door in the dungeon and step onto Fandom. He'll be living in Apartment 6 in MCA, in an apartment that's far too big for just one person! Who needs that many rooms? It just seems wasteful, y'all. He's used to living in a one room shack, barely better than a lean-to, that he built himself.
( I know what the people want )
Liliana, Arden, and Navaan's information remains the same, even if I really should rewrite Liliana's. OH WELL.
And then there's me! I...feel like y'all know me well enough that I don't need to put anything here. So I'll close with a gif because it's my infopost and
Questions? Comments? Exorcism Sorbet? PRAISE FOR GETTING IT DONE ON TIME?