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Post by Jisui on Jul 30, 2011 23:52:33 GMT -5
Poor Darien was in quite a position. Crimson-faced and lead-tongued at the moment, he had never found himself this close to a girl at the moment... much less such an attractive one. His sister didn't count, and the closest he had gotten was a peck on the cheek by a farm girl who had lived close to them, and gratefully thanked Darien for returned her dog from running away into the fields. Thus, at the moment, his most intelligent response was "Huh?" as Amura continued to speak to him rather lustfully, his face growing more red by the second until he thought he resembled a tomato quite perfectly.
(C-Corrupt?) Darien wondered in his head, swallowing before coming to his senses and getting to his feet, attempting to give Amura a hand back up as he did so.
At least, he thought so. As soon as he tried, he simply found that he couldn't do it, his legs and arms simply failed him, refusing to move as they simply quivered in place in a futile attempt to do their commands given. Darien attempted to apologize to Amura, but he realized his tongue felt heavy and useless, refusing to articulate his words as he felt a weak moan escape his throat instead. The farmer's eyes widened in a mixture of realization and horror, scanning the horizon of the room for any culprits.
(What the hell?! I got drugged?) He thought in panic, recalling that he had a sip of his drink before he went to pick up his credit. The worst part was, he was simply stuck on top of the succubus, who would undoubtedly think his actions to be provoking. At first trying to struggle to get up, Darien swallowed nervously as he realized he was still on top of Amura, and any odd movements might seem...
In the table near him meanwhile, Claire raised an eyebrow hearing Duster's question, not hearing him the first time before apparently as she took a sip of her drink.
"Yeah, you got a problem with that? You're no beauty queen yourself there spiky." She muttered, looking with a look of somewhat disbelief at his hairstyle.
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Post by Platinum-06-Grillz on Jul 31, 2011 0:38:45 GMT -5
Inferno just couldn't help but laugh at Darien's entire ordeal. He doubled over pounding the table while trying to keep his stomach from bursting out of his body from laughing so hard. "Oh lord, seems I kicked off a chain reaction of comedic gold. I am a marvel to be praised, don't you think, Ghosty-bro?"
It was even hard for Yeshua to watch without cracking a smile on his face. Somewhere deep down, he began getting a slight laugh from this awkward situation too. After straightening his expression, he glanced at the vodic and responded, "Not really, but this was somewhat... amusing." He immediately got out of his seat and exhaled a drawn out breath of air.
"And what are you about to do? Stand there and record your own personal footage to watch later or something?"
He walked over to the panicking farm boy and placed a hand over his shoulder as a friendly gesture. "Don't worry, I'll help you out of this jam in no time." He wrapped his arms around Darien's abdomen and dragged him to a nearby seat to help him regain his composure. Hesitantly, Yeshua walked over to Amura with his eyes violently twitching from looking at her extremely tempting figure up close. "A-are you okay, ma'am?" he asked as he took a couple steps back. It was evident he was scared to go anywhere near her after witnessing how openly vain of her appearance she really is.
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Post by Shin RyuKen on Jul 31, 2011 17:43:07 GMT -5
Alen was busy both laughing at sighing at Darien's misery. He couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement at his expense, and disgust at his timidity. The archer chose to take action and break the awkwardness of the situation by shouting at Darien, "Wake up, you country hick!" before proceeding to take a bite out of his frog legs. They were pretty gamey, but nonetheless, tasty and well prepared.
The waitress managed an angered sneer on her face after Amura was interrupted. "If you guys don't take your misconduct outside, I'm going to have to ask you to leave!" She seemed reasonably concerned at the situation, which was, again, ironic. She slowly backed away from the table nonetheless, to maintain her notable attention to restaurant etiquette.
Alen proceeded to break up the awkward situation even further. Soon he actually felt like he should've been the only sane one at this table, as he proceeded to ask the people around him, "So yeah...what exactly brought you guys here?" He held back his laughter, just this once, to make it seem like he was legitimately curious.
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Post by Jisui on Jul 31, 2011 19:47:05 GMT -5
Darien had a few rude words and expressions that he hadn't even known he knew for Alen at the moment, but unfortunately all he got get out was a groan of protest as he begged for someone to help him off Amura, sending a grateful look towards Yeshua as he helped him to the nearest table. Sighing as the young boy slumped over the table, Claire shooting him odd looks as he looked across the room suspiciously.
(One of them... one of them did this.) He thought with a tinge of paranoia in his mind, scanning the room until his eyes rested on Alen. That guy... maybe it was him? Being drugged was something he had hoped not to go through in his life, but tonight was a first time he supposed. And unfortunately, being drugged majorly sucked ass, Darien thought bluntly, as his eyes threatened to flutter to sleep as his vision drifted in and out of consciousnesses.
Claire turned to Alen at his question, raising her eyebrow disdainfully at the archer. "Oh yeah, it's the guy that left me to die on the middle of the floor... we were hungry, and while there's no way we could pay for this, I thought it would be alright if I left it on the tab of a friend we knew called Eleris..." She explained coolly, a small smile forming on her lips as she looked at Alen. "So how's life treating you? You get a guilty conscious yet for being such an asshole?" She asked innocently, taking a small sip of her beverage.
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Post by SlvrNight on Jul 31, 2011 20:53:52 GMT -5
Amura smiled at Yeshua as she began to get up. "Why are backing away?" She then suddenly appeared behind him, placing her hands upon his shoulders and whispering to him. "Why'd you take that kid from me? Maybe...you'd like to take his place? Hmmm?" The succubus stopped her teasing and looked towards the waitress after hearing her warning. She clicked her tongue and resume sittingt next to Makkura, her energy-like cloak flowing gently behind her seat.
"My, my...she's certainly enjoying ruining my fun. How annoying."
The young woman next to her turned towards her. "Well...you were causing a bit of a scene Miss Amura. At least you stopped before we got kicked out. I thank you for that."
Amura shrugged in response. "Whatever. No big deal." She looked towards Alen and responded to his question. "I'm here because I followed dear old Duster here." Makkura answered next. "I was just hungry and this was the closest place to me. So, I decided to eat here. What about you Mr. Alen? Why are you here?"
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Post by Platinum-06-Grillz on Aug 1, 2011 20:28:32 GMT -5
"Huh?" was all the boy could say until she appeared behind him immediately. A sense of dread overcame him as he tried to hold back his panic, but the fright was too much for him. It was soon after that he fainted from the shock and embarrassment of being caressed by a succubus that he saw was someone as perverted as Inferno.
Yeshua collapsed to the ground and Inferno just stood there stupefied from the pitiful sight. "What the f..." the vodic growled and slapped a palm to his forehead. He hovered over Yeshua and shouted one thing to try to wake him up.
"GET THE HECK UP AND GROW SOME NUTS YOU LIMP NOODLE!!" He continued to grab him by the collar and shake him repeatedly to hasten his awakening. It was certain by the time he wakes up, he'll never hear the end of it.
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Post by Shin RyuKen on Aug 1, 2011 20:36:50 GMT -5
Alen was just about as collected as the farmlady who looked him in the eye with a drink in her hand. Making for a kind of simple, swift response, he promptly answered, "Nice, I like your honesty. I haven't gotten asshole very often. Most of the people who give me those kinds of insults are a little too confident in not labeling themselves."
After munching on some of his delicious fries, Alen stood up out of his chair and talked down to Claire once again. "Now if you'll excuse me, I want to see your brother shit his pants. Hope you stay long enough not to get drunk off your next few shots, though. We'll talk more about our consciences later."
Alen walked into the episode that was Darien and Yeshua's dignity(and probably more than that) at stake, and tried to hold back his laughter as much as he could. But with the snide look on his face, it was obvious that it was a difficult task. So instead, he clapped at Inferno's effort. "I'm calling off our rivalry for now, this is just too damn entertaining."
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Post by Greed on Aug 4, 2011 19:00:48 GMT -5
It was then that a newcomer entered the room. A young man with a full head of scraggly gray hair, and round, thick spectacles which completely obscured his eyes with the light inside the establishment. His sleeves seemed to be partially detached, showing his shoulders, one of which seemed to have several stitches on it, the other of which seemed to be mechanical.
Yet another waitress walked up, glancing at his arm, and back at the... *ahem* commotion across the restaurant.
"Uhm... I'm sorry about the scene those folks are making. We've tried everything but..." The man put his hand up, and shook his head.
"Do not worry. Such things do not bother me. In fact, I find spending time around such individuals quite... informative." With that odd statement, the man headed off toward the table which seated Makkura, Amura, and Alen, and took a spot of his own, so silently and smoothly that it would take a while for anyone to notice he was sitting there. Somehow, the man's menu was already open... but with those glasses, it was hard to tell if he was even skimming through it.
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Post by somedude on Aug 4, 2011 20:26:31 GMT -5
"...............................ooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH-" A terrifying noise foreshadowed an event that would be quite unfortunate for the next person that was about enter the restaurant. *Crash* From the ceiling came a rather unpleasant sound that was audible from afar. With a sheer amount of force a person fell through the ceiling leaving quite a mess of a hole.
"O-ouch... Geez, why does this kind of thing happen to me all of the time-always getting teleported to different places randomly?Geez." Teiskuska said while holding his head in pain. He then looks around him to find that he is in a restaurant of some sort with a lot of people going on with their normal business-until he arrived. "Geez, I get it, stop staring at me like that you guys, I just had an accident. Don't you all get them too from time to time!?". With a dissatisfied and an embarrassed look about him, Teiskuska got up from his posterior and proceeded to find him a seat somewhere with little amount people so he wouldn't have so many people focusing on him and his blunder. As he sat, he called a waitress to place an order. "Umm miss, could you happen to fix me an order of pancakes and milk so I can bask in my foolishness alone and in peace?" said Teiskuska with an incredible sigh.
"And this is coming from someone who just caused damage to this establishment? There's a limit to how foolish you can be!" responded the waitress in a parental manner.
".....I-uh.... fine; an order of wood as well so I can fix the ceiling-why is it always me?" Teiskuska replied in an exhausted manner.
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Post by SlvrNight on Aug 7, 2011 23:24:44 GMT -5
Amura noticed the gray-haired man as soon as he sat down. However, she chose not to draw attention to him just yet. There was something odd about him...but she could not place her finger upon it. The succubus, as well as Makkura, both looked over at the other side of the restaurant once someone crashed through the roof. Amura quickly lost interest in this, however, and turned her attention towards Alen and Claire. She had gained an interest in their little argument.
Meanwhile, Makkura silently drank her glass of orange soda. It seemed she had a deep liking for the beverage as she continued drinking it for quite a while.
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Post by Platinum-06-Grillz on Aug 7, 2011 23:54:18 GMT -5
Inferno continued to shake Yeshua violently until he snapped out of his unconscious trance. Not to mention the constant shouting... "You better wake the freak up RIGHT now, or so help me GOD, I'll will spit in your cornflakes throughout the rest of your days on this Earth, UNDERSTAAANNNNDDD!?!?!?" The vodic finally lost it and forcibly rammed Yeshua's forehead into his. The boy was finally awake, but on the downside, both of their heads began to ache since they oddly share the same pain. Inferno cared nonetheless so long as it looked cool.
"OW MAN, WHAT THE HECK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?!?" Clearly Yeshua was not pleased, which was clear for his harsh tone and constantly smothering his palm into his injured forehead.
"My problem!? Negro YOU'RE MY PROBLEM. How DARE you faint like A PUNK A** B***H NEGROID FROM GETTING A SHOULDER MASSAGE FROM A HOTTY YOU, COTTON CANDY LOOKIN' CHOCO-VANILLA PANSY!?!?!?"
The question confused the teenager. "...What? What are you talking about? What the heck gave you that idea? Sure I'm not very fond of over the top sexiness, but I'm not THAT big of a chump!"
"The proof is in the pudding, you pink taco!"
"I'm being serious! In fact, remember on the way here we got attacked by that dark vodic fragment that looked like some snake that bit me? It could have been poisonous for all I know and I couldn't resist the toxins up until now."
Inferno paused for a moment and thought to himself. "Hmmm... then again, it did feel like something nipped me in the bu-"
Out of nowhere, yet another person enters the restaurant. Only this time, he somehow fell through the roof. The impact caught them both by surprise, so they jerked up and turned their attention to the new guest.
"Holy crap dude!?!?" Inferno blurted out as a natural reaction to surprising events. "Oh this is just swell. Next thing you know, our worst enemies," he hurled his index finger at the door behind him, "will come barging through that entrance riiiiiiiight over the-" Ironically, somebody did barge through the door with a face all too familiar with the duo. To say the least, they were not happy to see who it was. "....Son of a whore."
From looking at the pose, it was easy to tell the door was blatantly kicked open, but with the assailant's hands placed in his pockets. It was a male with dark gray skin and pitch black tattoos all over his torso to compliment the pitch blackness of his spiky hair and large ponytail. His eyes were yellow and lacked pupils, but a white radial gradient in the center that suggests where the pupils would have been. His nose was incredibly long, which could be compared to the enormous beak of a bird and long elf-like ears. Pitch black pants, boots, fingerless gloves, and vest with fur over the collar sums up a nice description of his attire. The large bat wings he sported on his back began to morph and disappeared into his shoulder blades.
A large smirk appeared on his face. It was sinister, yet somewhat courteous enough to give a good first impression. "Heya boys, it's been a whi-" Without hesitation, Yeshua and Inferno were already charging at him and were already suspended in the air for huge attacks. "Pfft, oh well." His forearm had entirely shape shifted into a long double edged sword and a fight had already broken out. Their brief rumble, which had only lasted for 10 seconds, was enough to have destroyed 3 tables or 4. Yeshua was caught in a power struggle with his katanas against the stranger's blade arm. "What's the matter? Aren't you two bozos happy to see me or can't I catch a bite or two anymore?" His wings sprouted and flapped them to blow the two back a few feet to space some distance between them.
Inferno verbally intervened. "Seriously, Chezzy. You've picked a bad day to mess with a starving brother trying to get his grub on. Either you get the heck out of here or I can Dragon Kick you through that open window. Make it easy for yourself so you don't get purple blood stains all over your vest."
The stranger referred to as "Chezzy" laughed in response. "Oh Inferno, my enemy and entertaining rival. Never a dull moment with you two as usual. Actually, I'm feeling a little hungry myself if you don't mind. I just stepped my foot past the door and you two already hound me like wild bloodthirsty animals." The man cleared his throat and morphed his enormous wings back into his shoulder blades. "In fact, I'll just go take a seat right over there where the cool kids like to hang out. I won't be any trouble to you folks."
"How are we gonna be sure you won't try to kill us with our backs turned?" Yeshua responded.
"Oh no need to worry. The master already has enough fun watching me and his legion of things that go bump in the night try to ruin your life on a daily basis. We won't kill you guys off just yet, rest assured." He cackled and made his way to an open table. On his way, he felt it was necessary to introduce himself to the group he dined with on that day. "Good evening ladies and gents. The name's Kirchezko Ghiaccio and I shall be dining with you this evening. Now don't panic, I only have beef with tweedle dee and tweedle dumb back there," he pointed a thumb behind him in the teenager's and the vodic's general direction, "so long as you don't start ruckus with me then we're all good."
Inferno took the liberty of retorting with an insult of his own. "You can kiss the fattest blackest part of my butt, you mama mia pizzaria pasta eating Italian-wannabe mother sucka!" Yeshua simply gave him an untrustworthy and rather cold glare. Kirchezko responded by flipping off Yeshua. As for Inferno, he flipped him off as well, but extended the length of his middle finger just for him.
The newly arrived villain pulled a chair out, sat down, placed his feet on the table, and shouted, "Waiter! Give me a large coke, and a large sausage and pepperoni pizza, hold the garlic." He pulled out a set of earphones and an MP3 player, then proceeded to listening to Black Sabbath along with numerous musical pieces composed by Beethoven and Mozart.
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Post by Jisui on Aug 18, 2011 22:54:24 GMT -5
Claire rolled her eyes at Alen, taking another swig of her drink as she began to slump over the table. Not like she was above the haughty archer or anything, she was just as much as a jackass at times, but just this once, she lost whatever smart-alec remark she had in mind for Alen at the moment. The farm girl winced as the alcohol went down her throat, sliding back in her chair with a long sigh. She hadn't really told anyone other then her brother, but she was a pretty light drinker despite what she may have said earlier. She sighed, she already felt her face slightly blush as it turned redder and redder, Claire again taking another sip. Ah hell, it wouldn't hurt for a little more today...
Meanwhile, Darien Astia was put at the expense of just about everyone at the dinner table. And with newer and more odd newcomers arriving at the moment, the poor lad found himself desperately pleading for someone, anyone to get him out of this mess. Maybe his plea was a bit too much to ask for, because at that moment, his bow began glowing behind him where he had strung it on his back, beginning to pulsate a soft white luminous aura before a blinding light encapsulated everyone at the dinner table.
"Yo, Darien... you called me for something? It's a good thing you haven't killed me here yet, you know. That would really suck." A man's voice called out among the light as a man in his 20s stepped out, revealing himself to the others. Darien's eyes widened, recognizing him from his visions immediately. Cool black eyes stared at him, a lively glint in them as if laughing about the whole situation, a long, flowing cape adorning his ragged silk attire. His dark blue hair flowed down to his waist, tied down in a ponytail, with a glorious golden long bow on his back similar to Darien's.
(Help me you jackass!) Darien mentally screamed at the man, who grinned in response, waving his index finger back and forth as if chastising a child.
"Now now, that's not language kids are supposed to use, right? How about a please and thank you instead?" The man mused, seeming to be amused by Darien's predicament.
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