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lunae calamitas mods ([personal profile] promittere) wrote in [community profile] hugtopia2019-08-17 07:59 pm

[audio]

Good evening.

[The voice that comes on is even and softly accented with what one could presume is an English accent, were England a place that existed for you.]

For those of you that don't know me yet, my name is Ignis. I'm here with something of an offer - as I'm sure most of you are aware, the ingredients the replicators seem capable of producing are strange. Some of them are completely foreign to me, but I'm something of a hobbyist chef. I know my compatriots are likely to eat my food with few complaints as they would not wish to hurt my feelings, and that simply won't do.

What I am offering is, of course, meals cooked for you. Nothing that will poison you, of course, but something to help acclimate me to the strange new foods I have at my disposal. If you're interested in trying, feel free to stop by.

[He leaves his address, and then signs off.]
flawed_immortality: (The fire burns)

[personal profile] flawed_immortality 2019-08-25 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[His next breath comes out as something rough, somewhere between a growl and a grumble. Must you call him that Ignis?

Maybe he should actually admit to someone that he hates it?

Hmm

Nah.]


You want to feed everyone in the city, be my guest but if it tastes awful I will gladly tell you so.
flawed_immortality: (I feel so cold)

[personal profile] flawed_immortality 2019-08-29 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[He knows that for most it is a form of respect. Most don't know what tragedies earned him that title. No one means it to be cruel and admitting how much the title makes his heart ache is admitting a weakness he cannot display in front of his soldiers.

So he never will.]


You cannot improve if you do not know what needs improvement. It is a disservice to your skills to lie about it.
flawed_immortality: (shame)

[personal profile] flawed_immortality 2019-09-03 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's okay with that, Ignis.]

I don't know that you're capable of making anything subpar.