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Post by Shin RyuKen on Jul 10, 2011 0:36:31 GMT -5
And so our heroes take a brief repose after their dangerous ventures through the unknown. -The rules are pretty simple; this is an omake RP that is more or less irrelevant to the main RPs, it's purely done for fun. Pick a character or two to fill up the dinner table, and the characters will then congregate over a meal of their choosing. Basically like what we used to do in Sollius, minus a character getting abducted and the next villain destroying the restaurant like usual.-
Alen barged in with a seat and took the closest available table. He then abruptly pulled a seat up from the center and sat down comfortably. All the while he settled in, he kicked his feet up to the table and kicked the menu into his hands, wondering what looked like a tasty morsel today.
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Post by Jisui on Jul 10, 2011 15:21:37 GMT -5
"Hey, hey... ever heard of manners? You see, feet don't belong on-" A young man's voice started to call out to Alen before being cut off by a young female's voice.
"Stop embarrassing me already and just sit down..." Claire muttered grumpily, the two siblings walking through the dining room door before taking their seats. It created a rather awkward mood about the dinner table as the Astia siblings looked somewhat grumpy, Claire flicking through the menu with little interest while Darien looked like he had half a mind to get out his bow and start firing at Alen.
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Post by kaoz on Jul 10, 2011 19:52:00 GMT -5
The amount of awkwardness so far at the dinner table was as awkward as it can get with Alen, Claire and Darien, but surely enough; the arrival of this next guest would jeopardize the meaning of awkwardness in its entirety.
As if someone wanted their presence to be noticed, the door to the dining room flew open, hitting the wall with a loud 'thwack'. This sort of action would mostly alarm anyone who didn't expect it, but maybe that's what this guest was going for.
In the center of the doorway was a tall man, wearing white slacks and a pink dress shirt. He was tan and well groomed. The white shoes he wore maybe contributed to his height as they were unusually high off the ground, almost like he was wearing high-heels. Like his attire, this man's black hair was gelled up at an angle that made it look like a needle. In contrast to the trio's attire, this guy looked like he should have belonged in another universe or perhaps he did.
Yet despite this man's fashion sense, he displayed aura of dignity. He moved his body left and right in a rhythmical motion and snapping his fingers while doing it. There was no sort of music playing for him to do such a thing, but he did it anyway.
Before taking a seat at the table, he came to an abrupt stop. He reached into his pocket with his right hand and pulled out a fork. With an exaggerated motion, he spun the fork between his fingers, threw it, and caught it right before it fell down to the ground. He then took a seat at the table, and glared at Alen, Claire, and Darien with a look of bewilderment.
"I must have entered a time warp when I came in here. Just look at what they're wearin'! No style, no substance, no tact."
After shifting his gazes at each individual, he paused, looking as though he was still thinking to himself.
"They say that clothes make the individual but I would believe that if one of these fellas were wearing something like that, but all three of them are wearing that medieval old school stuff."
Suddenly, almost as if he came to a conclusion, the man shouted "That's right! Of course!" then stopped.
"I must have entered a time warp! Wait...didn't I came up with that conclusion just a second ago? Well I'm right, am I? If this is the old times, I might want to speak with some old school etiquette, proper to these fellas."
With a sudden outburst, the man exclaimed: "Good ye olden day! How are thou?! Thy name is...."
He took a breath before finishing his sentence. Not before long, he lifted the fork he held in his hand and combed his spiked hair with it in an exaggerated fashion.
"Dan MacMoves!!!"
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Post by SlvrNight on Jul 10, 2011 22:10:51 GMT -5
A small teenage-looking girl walked in immediately after Dan MacMoves. She wore a small, black, sleeveless shirt and a gray skirt, and white stockings. Her dark brown hair was tied into a short ponytail. Her large green eyes widened as she watched the odd man walk over to the table, stop, and play around with a fork he happened to be carrying. Such a weird person...was everyone in this restaurant going to be like this?
The girl quickly walked over to the table and grabbed a seat, placing her hands on her lap. She heard the man introduce himself as Dan MacMoves. She supposed that made sense...a very unusual person with an unusual name. Were they all supposed to introduce themselves when they sat down? It was proper manners after all...
"Uh...hi, everyone. I'm Makkura." The girl gave a brief shy wave and quickly placed her hand back upon her lap. She was being careful to avoid eye contact with anyone.
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Post by Platinum-06-Grillz on Jul 11, 2011 0:11:57 GMT -5
"YO YO YO YO YOOOOOO, WHAT IT IIIISSS, MOTHER FUDGE-ERZZZ!?!?" A loud voice was heard from the entrance of the restaurant. At the entrance is a figure that could be seen performing numerous back flips toward the door. The figure reversed somersaulted a couple of times through the entrance, over the brown haired girl, and into the middle of the room. "It's that mack daddy Inferno here to ROCK THIS JOINT!!" After his big entrance, he did extremely incoherent yells while playing an air guitar on an empty table somewhat similar to this:
"Ugh, give it a rest. Don't cause a scene in public" another voice nervously. Another character enters the room and shyly walked to the table with hi hands in his pockets to hide the embarrassment. "Don't mind my friend here, we'd like to take our seat please." The tone in his voice was as shy as his gestures.
"Ah, loosen up and learn how to live a little you tightwad!" The rude animal creature held the menu then kicked the back of a chair and jumped into it. He landed into the chair with his bottom as his feet continued to stay on the table itself. It was clear the individual was very obnoxious. "Now let's see what big momma's got brewing in that there kitchen," he proposed mimicking a southern accent. The shy and most definitely embarrassed teenager took a seat across from his chair and looked through the menu without saying a word.
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Post by Tokrochiru on Jul 11, 2011 23:28:09 GMT -5
The man with the messy black hair, biker attire and a set of numbers tattooed to his forehead, kicked the door open and took the nearest available seat. That was the one next to Claire. Carelessly, he drew one of his guns and twirled it sideways in the air. It was a full foot long in length, and the shape of the gun was hardly suited for revolver-like spinning. And yet, he did it anyway. He placed his arm on the table and held his head up with a clenched fist.
"I'm sitting here," he said to the pale girl. "If you don't like it, you go f*** yourself somewhere."
"Hey! Waitress!! Get me a f***in' cola, would ya!?"
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Post by Shin RyuKen on Jul 11, 2011 23:45:13 GMT -5
Alen looked at the motley crew assembled at the table and quietly sighed. Words could not describe how embarrassing it was to be sitting next to these people: an obviously anachronistic gunman with a large mouth, a flamboyant DDR fanatic, two very generic country twins, and the list goes on. He stretched his legs a little and spouted out: "You guys are quite possibly the stupidest group of acquaintances I have ever dined with. Also, Inferno, if you burn my food, I'll kick your ass."
The waitress came dressed in a rather ordinary carhop outfit; chances are, she chose to dress casually today. With a lighthearted smile, the lady then asked: "Hi guys. You guys want anything to drink, or-"
But before she could finish her sentence, Alen interrupted with a facepalm. "Look, lady, I haven't even finished looking over the damn menu. At least do your job properly."
Alen then turned back to the appetizers and drinks, seeing what to get for himself today.
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Post by SlvrNight on Jul 12, 2011 0:12:59 GMT -5
Makkura stared at Yeshua and Inferno for a moment, baffled as to how two people to opposite from one another could actually be friends. While she didn't even know them, she could easily tell they were quite close.
Makkura, hearing Alen's insult towards the group, turned her head and actually made eye contact with Alen. "Hey!! We don't even know one another! How can you just go ahead and say that?" She said this in an annoyed and hurt tone. A small smile came across her face when the waitress arrived, for she was actually quite thirsty. However, the young ponytailed girl could not resist making a comment towards Alen's rude behavior towards her. This time her voice was back to its shy tone from when she introduced herself.
"Are you always this rude, sir? She couldn't have known you weren't ready... Anyways, uhm..." Makkura's green eyes moved towards the waitress, ready to order her drink. "Can I have a glass of orange soda? I'll tell you what I want to eat, if I'm ready, when you next come by."
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Post by kaoz on Jul 12, 2011 0:30:49 GMT -5
In just a matter of moments, what seemed like a trip to the past had now became an illusion to Dan MacMoves. With each guest being as weird as the last, Dan MacMoves sat in contemplation and stroked his pointy hair with the fork he held.
"Impossible...my back in time to the old ages theory got debunked by- Who the hell are these fellas anyway?!"
With a quick glance at Inferno, Dan MacMoves abruptly stood up and spoke his mind without even realizing he was thinking out loud.
"And can someone explain what the hell that thing is?! How can that kind of talking animal exist?!"
Almost as if his previous action was an illusion, Dan MacMoves sat down and clasped his hands together in contemplation once more.
"What the hell is that? I thought I was supposed to be the main attraction: the star of the show! How can I get outshone by some ...animal thing? Me?! MacDaddy Dan MacMoves? Just look at it..."
With a gaze as sharp as his hair, Dan MacMoves was fixated on Inferno with one could describe as a murderous intent. Such a weird creature like that didn't exist in his odd world; a world filled with nothing but dance. It was as if this thing alone stood out from the other weirdos.
"Just looking at it pisses me off."
His eyes glistened sharply as he was ready to make a declaration even at a dinner table.
"Coincidence? No. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was destiny. I faced off against countless rivals. Thugs, chicks, and even weirdos like that wannabe bowman and that kid who can't seem to find his other contact lens. But an animal...uhh...thing? I never faced up against that before."
"Well you gotta start small somehow." Dan MacMoves muttered. "Before you dance off with God you gotta dance off with nature first." Quietly, Dan MacMoves stood up and pointed at Inferno, not waiting for him to respond to the question earlier.
"Oi! Freak animal thing! I challenge you!"
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Post by Tokrochiru on Jul 12, 2011 0:43:36 GMT -5
"Get out and come back when you learn how to use a real weapon. In the mean time, feel free to eat a dick."
Duster looked to the waitress after addressing the archer. He hated his guts already.
"Some sort of cola," he told her. "You know, just like I shouted about ten seconds ago? And don't hand me any of that diet sh**. It tastes like piss. Also, get better clothes. I can see your ass when you bend over to serve the other shmucks in this joint."
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Post by Jisui on Jul 12, 2011 0:48:17 GMT -5
The arrival of the strange guests was apparently enough to offset the grumpy mood Darien was in, he looked around curiously at the group, there was quite an assortment of people. Somehow though, it kinda made him nervous, in this giant, fancy room with an assortment of obviously high-class people, him and Claire stood out as common country bumpkins. And what the heck was with the one in pink anyway?
"500 credits to the weird one in pink. Anyone?" Claire tossed out a stack of paper money on the table, raising her eyebrows. "Come on, don't be pussies now." Darien sighed, his sister was getting along just fine...
As the waitress came by, somewhat distressed by the rather rude attention she had received, Darien smiled at her, placing his menu down. "I don't know what we'll eat yet... but can I have a glass of milk please?"
"..."
Darien's face burned slightly with embarrassment, hearing snickers emerge from the corners of the room. He wasn't even spared by his sister, who threw him a somewhat mocking grin as he turned away from the group.
"W-What, milk is good for yo-"
"Don't worry about the baby. Give me a beer." His sister threw off coolly, going back to staring at the group as she awaited any challengers to her bet.
"Uhh... sis? The drinking age here is 21." Darien started to explain nervously, Claire's eyes widening with surprise as she grunted in displeasure.
"Gah... in the village it was 17. Whatever, water's alright I guess..." She muttered in obvious distaste, leaning over the table.
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Post by Platinum-06-Grillz on Jul 12, 2011 0:56:20 GMT -5
"No need to worry you chocolate strawberry shortcake!" Inferno replied rudely to Alen. "I'd rather stick with fine cuisine than whatever forest roadkill you'd get served to your raggedy table."
"Yeah yeah, just quit yapping and look for what you wanna eat. Or would I have to choose for you?"
"Heh, knowing your Uncle Tom mentality, you'd just give me one of those big funky restaurant burgers. If it pleases you, I'll just get to browsing now."
"Yes it would, thank you!" Yeshua grinned and looked immediately at the menu again. He heard Alen at the other table mouth off at the rest of the customers and naturally ignored it, but couldn't help but notice the girl trying to defend everyone. "Please don't mind him. I'm familiar with the guy and he's always grumpy." He chuckled to lighten the tone of his statement.
Inferno overheard the man named 'Dan MacMoves' asking what species he was. "Yo, can I help you brah?" he responded sarcastically. The fact the dancing man stared at him while thinking about something began to annoy him. "Dude, I'm not digging the crazy look you're giving me. Either you stop being googley eyed over my bada** physique or I'll get up and sma-," he was immediately interrupted by a declaration for a challenge. This intrigued the vodic.
"So you want a piece of this, eh? That's fine by me, Pinkie MacDougleberry." Inferno did a few short hops and took a fighting stance which was a basic stance used by a vast majority of Jeet Kun Do fighters. He flicked his nose with his thumb. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll have a picture of yourself hung up in a zoo cage to keep the monkeys from jerkin' off. I may be a little too late."
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Post by Shin RyuKen on Jul 12, 2011 1:04:17 GMT -5
"Ew, I didn't come here to eat a dick. Go take your tasteless palate elsewhere, even this restaurant probably has more standards than you." Alen scoffed at the loudmouthed gunman, while looking at the menu. Ironically enough, "ox penis" was the first appetizer on the menu. That was no defense, however, against Alen's budding contempt for the man.
Meanwhile, Alen desperately tried to hold back a witty comment for the pink-shirted man and Inferno, but it was a little too difficult to bear silence. He then uttered while turning his head, "Are you guys having a DDR dance off or are you hungry? Arcade's outside, just so you know."
Soon enough, the waitress began jotting down drinks muttering something under her breath that nobody could hear, although from the hurt look on her face, it probably wasn't pleasant. (...why do I always serve ragtag groups of weirdos...my job sucks...)
The waitress was feeling a little gutsy, though. After hearing Claire's order, she decided to approach her and whisper quietly in her ear: "Just between you and me...if the boss doesn't catch me...I'll let you off the hook with alcohol."
It seemed that, from the absentmindedness of the table, nobody seemed ready for an entree, let alone an appetizer.
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Post by SlvrNight on Jul 12, 2011 1:23:46 GMT -5
Makkura looked from Duster to Alen, then from Inferno to Dan Macmoves. Her face slowly turned red and she looked back down at her lap. It seemed like she was incredibly embarrassed to be sitting with such a rude and rowdy group. She never really liked looking bad in front of others, although when she wore her mask and robe she was able to ignore it more easily, right now she was merely wearing her casual outfit.
Makkura heard Yeshua's response to her attempted defense of the group and lifted her head a few inches, just enough for her eyes to be a tad bit visible. "Ah...well...I guess that makes sense. He does seem like the type of person to always be rude like this." She looked towards Duster, then at Claire and Darien. "I'm guessing you don't know anyone else here, do you?"
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Post by Platinum-06-Grillz on Jul 12, 2011 1:43:52 GMT -5
The dark skinned teenager lowered the menu he was holding and raised an eyebrow at his battle ready table mate. "No! You're not gonna start ruckus at a restaurant when we came to eat. Either you sit down and place your order, or you'll be disappearing for a while."
Inferno's ears perked and looked rather annoyed. "AW COME ON, MAAAAAAN! He started it!"
"And I'm ending it, so sit down and be quiet."
The vodic plopped down on the side of the seat with his arms crossed and one leg overlapping the other. "Man, you're a total ho," he scoffed at Yeshua.
Yeshua sighed in relief and returned his attention to the brown haired girl. "I'm sorry about that. Ahem, to answer your question, I don't know anyone else here." He placed a hand to his chest. "My name is Yeshua," he then placed a hand at the vodic's general direction, "and this here is my rude friend Inferno."
The introduced animal-like specimen placed an elbow on the table and held his head up by his chin. "Hey, hot stuff, how's it goin'?" He raised a finger into the air as he looked at the disappointed waitress. "Hey waiter! Gimme a plate of fried scrimps covered in barbecue sauce with a side of cheese fries and a pack of mayonnaise for the Uncle Tom I'm sitting with!"
"You know, it would be nice if you waited for her to get here first."
"Hey, it's her job. I'm sure she understands business."
"Heh, whaaaatever~."
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