Every demon wants their pound of flesh;

[lightningfield]

Who: Hei and anyone.
When: Day 22, noonish
Where: Hallway outside Apt B
What:

[There's a macabre heap of assorted body-parts outside the sexypartment, and a rather beaten looking Hei beside said heap, keeping guard. Sort of. He's willing to trade.

The heap consists of a couple ribcages, some pelts, spines, claws, poison sacs and so on. Basically anything you can trade with the gods that's animal-based and not difficult to find or edible.

He's been hunting for the past few days, and saving up the marketable parts for trading. So yes, he looks like he's had a knock-down-drag-out fight with a woodchipper, but he's more focused on the fact that he's starving.

One can probably hear his stomach growling all the way from Nature.]

Comments

[pencilpremonition]

...I've got poison sacs and food, could I get a couple pelts for that?

[lightningfield]

That depends. How much do you have?

[pencilpremonition]

I'd give you two plates of hot food, cooked for you, and three poison sacs?

[lightningfield]

For that, three pelts.

[anopenbook]

[...puts a zen gourd in front of Hei]

[lightningfield]

[...clearly has no idea wtf it is.]

[anopenbook]

Your problem getting it open, but its pretty tasty.

[lightningfield]

[pulling out a knife, then.]

What do you want for it?

[confirmed_bachelor]

-- are you all right?

[lightningfield]

Fine, thanks.

[confirmed_bachelor]

You must have ungodly amounts of poison in your system right now.

[looking the damage over]

[lightningfield]

Ahaha, well. I'll recover.

[covered in deep cuts, bites, and makeshift bandages, looks like he hasn't slept in a good while.

also smells like burned flesh and ozone. lots of it.]

[moonineclipse]

[eyes him] You know, you could trade many of those things to the gods yourself.

[lightningfield]

I have other priorities.

[moonineclipse]

[yeah, I heard your stomach]

Some of the gods give out luxury food items. Besides meats and vegetables, I mean.

[lightningfield]

I can cook for myself.

[lostontheroadoflife]

[. . . so a little more bloodstained than yesterday, but mostly superficial cuts and such visible from nature-venture yesterday]

You know... you could offer some of these things for food from the gods...

[lightningfield]

I know.

[lostontheroadoflife]

Preferring not to?

[keeps running into these types...]

[lightningfield]

I prefer to cook for myself, yes.

[brokenbird]

Whoa. You should take some of that and get healed.

[lightningfield]

I will.

[brokenbird]

You're going to bleed on your merchandise.

[stoops to examine a pelt]

[lightningfield]

Somehow I doubt that really matters, given the nature of the stuff.

[all_that_glitters]

... How unsightly.