John arrived at his "house" in good time; it was still many hours till sunset. It was a quaint little place at the bottom of a hill in the middle of a small forest near the beach--or so it appeared. Taking out his keys, John unlocked the front door to his humble abode. Inside was a completely different story. The house itself was actually cut into/outof the hill itself, from a naturally formed cave from years of water erosion; these hill were some of the last hard rock this close to the coast (most of it was just sand). The interior was massive; he had found space for multiple bedrooms (prepared in advance with the hopes of tennents taking his ad), a kitchen, a couple of labs for various "experiments" he liked to "tinker" with, and even had full electrical to power a living room and a massive gaming room. He walked up the cave's natural slight inclined (no more than if it had actually been built on the hill), all the way to the back door. This led outside to a veranda of sorts, at the top of a cliff on the other side of the hill, overlooking the beach and ocean not 50 ft. down and away from it. This particular section of the beach hardly anybody came near; he wasn't exactly sure why, but he didn't mind; in fact he preferred it that way. He inhaled deeply, reveling in the fresh sea air. It wasn't the same as the fresh water lakes he was used too, but change was part of the reason he was here anyway. He discarded his cloak, goggles, and bandana, stretching out his full form, which had been set very uncomfortably from wearing all those clothes all day. He couldn't figure out how 'normal' people did it. Stretching his wings, he checked the air: finding it satisfactory, he steeped back a bit, then took a running jump off the balcony, flapping his wings so that he soared into the air, then dived head first into the water, making sure to close the "book lungs" on the side of his ribs. He resurfaced quickly, clearing the water out of his nostrils and ear slits, then began swimming around a bit. His feathers would be completely soaked, meaning he wouldn't be able to fly for a few hours after he got out, but he didn't care; he'd just climb back up the cliff; he needed the exercise anyway.
The most dangerous phrase ever uttered in all of minecraftia: "/give honeydew 46 64"
Imaginato disciplinis cognoscere modum; sciam quid et ingenii?
My learning and imagination know no bounds; why should my knowledge and abilities?
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Alchemy: [from the Moon to] Scorpio to man to eagle to the phoenix (female) [to the sun] back to Her consciousness outside the box she created.
Imaginato disciplinis cognoscere modum; sciam quid et ingenii?
My learning and imagination know no bounds; why should my knowledge and abilities?
Alchemy: [from the Moon to] Scorpio to man to eagle to the phoenix (female) [to the sun] back to Her consciousness outside the box she created.
