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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 9 2017, 09:21 PM (354 Views) | |
| Fresh | Feb 9 2017, 09:21 PM Post #1 |
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"You know... The grass on this island smells like the thick of forests. Riddled with an almost gag inducing scent of nature. Of course... This aroma is welcome on such an island populated by those of such rustic values. Combat. Fighting. Winner. Loser. No offense Dragoon, it's really a blessing you don't smell something so thick it could coat your tongue, I'll have the aftertaste of pine for a week." Dillon quarreled, as he lay upwards. The man had been laying on his back enjoying the company of his adoptive sons, in a nearby park, enjoying a small lunch that he had packed for everyone. "There's a certain charm of this place, and I'm glad we came. Although it's been four days and we still haven't found that cafe that's all the rage in the review section. " He noted to his comrades in arms, wherever they were located in this rather open park, full of a necessity of picnic-related materials, from benches, to tables, to the fine girth of trees. He grasped the cloth of his pants as he lifted himself up in a very heavy manner, as he stretch his back at an awkward curve to get his back to crack. Something seemed to pop in his nose. "Lancia, do you smell that? Perhaps the thought of the scent of grass had me distracted so much that I couldn't pick up that very sweet scent of cake that's wafting over to us from yonder." Dillon bellowed as he dusted off grass from his coat. "How about dessert on me? We've been having a good day. We can discuss our plans for the future as we mull it over cake. I also have something I've been thinking about for you Dragoon. I think you'll love it, it may be a way we can enhance that taste of yours past the barrier of scent. I'm so excited!" He said in a very reserved manner, with a tired smile, and a deep glint in his eyes as he raised his hands to his chest in excitement before dropping them, and slowly returning to a placent attitude, with a strong lip. Cut to the Gentle Storm, a cafe run by an estranged manager who took over the cafe recently through inheritance. It used to be run by a gentle woman who had the cafe named Gentle Breeze, but ever since her unfortunate passing to illness it has since been taken over by one of the district masters as part of contract. From here the man turned the womans cafe into a more hostile environment called the Gentle Storm, which escalated its name further under the hiring of his first employee, a former slave girl under the name of Eleanor. The girl was good for business, he could pay her next to nothing and let her sleep in the attic of this dojo-like cafe, and she was always happy-go-lucky. A warm smile to keep the crowd going, and an easy paycheck to keep her unaware of the exploitation that was going on under her innocent nose. Ever since the take-over it has been much more successful, but the crowd has certainly gotten harsher over the years, which is great since Eleanor serves as a frightening body-guard in times of crisis. The owner never has to life a finger, the business runs itself, and everyone is blissfully unaware and happy with their service. |
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| Smug God | Feb 10 2017, 04:03 AM Post #2 |
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Know It All Smug God
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Another Sunny Day for Eleanor Eleanor was washing the tables, making them ready for the next customers. She smiled and hummed to herself as she cleaned. It was another sunny happy day for Eleanor. She went about the day as usual, she cleaned, waited, and made sure everyone was smiling and happy. "Hey Eleanor, we need more drinks over here!" Shouted one of the regulars with a smile. Eleanor, upon seeing the customer's smile, smiled even more and said "Yes! Coming right up!" Her voice was gentle, so she couldn't project her voice as loud as most, but she tried her best. She got more drinks from the bartender and brought it over to the table. "Here you go!" Eleanor said as she sat down the drinks. "Thanks Eleanor, you're always such a good girl." Said another man sitting at the table as he patted Eleanor's head. Eleanor smiled. Shouting was heard outside, when suddenly someone was thrown into the Gentle Storm. Following the thrown man was 3 mean looking men. One was older, with grey hair, but built like someone who had been working as a shipwright their entire life. One was skinnier, with brown hair and the face of someone who would scam your entire family without a 2nd thought. The third man, who was standing in the middle, was of an average build with black hair. He had a cigar in his mouth and was wearing a tuxedo. "Now. You gonna give us the dough? Or do you wanna get busted up more?" said the man smoking a cigar. On the other side of the bar, the owner had called Eleanor over. "Yes mister boss?" Eleanor said. "Go ahead and take care of these guys will ya Eleanor? They're bad for business and I don't want em on my turf." The owner told Eleanor. "Okay mister boss i'll take care of them." Eleanor said with a smile. The 3 men were now attacking the thrown man once more. That's when they heard Eleanor. "That isn't very nice mister scary people! We should all get along!" Eleanor said with a worried look. "Everyone should just smile!" Eleanor said, smiling. "Who the fuck is that bitch? Get rid of her will ya?" The cigar smoking man said to the brown haired scammer. "Get out of here little girl will ya? This isn't a place for kids!" He yelled at Eleanor as he swung his fist at her. A loud cracking noise was heard. The brown haired man screamed. "She broke my arm! This bitch broke my arm!" He screamed as he held his arm. "I'm sorry mister scary person! Would you like a bandage? I didn't want to hurt you!" Eleanor said, reaching out to give him a bandage. That's when Eleanor was hit by a punch thrown by the older man. The punch sent Eleanor flying across the cafe due to her small stature. She hit the wall and landed on the grounded. "Is she alright!?" Shouted the thrown man from earlier, worried about Eleanor. "Don't worry. She's a tough one." Said the cafe's owner. That's when Eleanor got up and patted the dust and dirt off her clothes. "That's not nice mister old guy!" Eleanor said, huffing and puffing as she walked towards the older man. "Sorry little girl, but you went in too far over your head!" Shouted the older man as he threw another punch. Eleanor caught his punch with her left arm and pulled back her right arm. "Take this!" She shouted as she delivered a punch filled with all her raw strength, straight to the older man's face. This punch sent the older man flying out the window. The other two men, now scared for their lives, ran out of the cafe shouting "We'll remember this!" Eleanor waved at them. "Thank you please come again!" She said, smiling. Eleanor was then patted on the back. "Good work Eleanor." Said the owner of the cafe. "Now get back to work, will ya?" He said. "Okay mister boss!" Eleanor said with a smile, as she returned to her work. Edited by Smug God, Feb 10 2017, 09:55 AM.
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| Zaine | Feb 11 2017, 04:54 PM Post #3 |
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Ball of Sunshine
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The family was enjoying a nice resting period after arriving on this peculiar island, soaking up as much of the serenity that this park had to offer and generally relaxing after a long voyage. As Dillon spent his time firmly planted on the ground, Lancia took to observing the flowers that bloomed all the around the park, taking to laying closer to the ground so he could smell its sweet scent. He had an ever so innocent smile on his face as he grew to enjoy the beauty that these plants exhibited, not even daring to touch them as it would likely muss up its radiance. As the other two engaged in their own little discussion, Lancia found himself adrift in a daydream as he stared at those flowers, feeling quite content with this sort of vibe, though hearing his name called from afar snapped him back to reality. Rolling onto his side, the white haired man glanced at Dillon, before taking a hard sniff and acknowledging that he indeed smelt something sweet and home baked. "Ah~ I was enjoying the scent of these flowers so much that I didn't even notice it...", He admitted as he heaved himself off the ground and patted himself of the grass. With the promise of baked delicacies now in his mind, the young man couldn't help but smile cheerfully at the prospect, though he couldn't have guessed that their reason for coming here was simply to enjoy a good lie down and have cake, so the idea of talking about the future was a welcome one. He had heard plenty of rumours about this place, and if the fighters here were as good as people say, then a bout between one of them would surely make for an entertaining show. That being said, cake definitely had to come first, especially since they had last ate quite a while ago. "I do hope they have cheesecake~ It's simply the most beautiful", He proclaimed, all the while following the rest of his family to this café. With Dillon leading the way, Lancia spent this short walk humming to himself while scoping out the area, making note of the peculiar number of Dojo's they've already passed. Well, they did call it Karate Island after all. The smell of good food grew ever so prominent as a cafe came into view, but the odd sounds coming from within only made it look like just another Dojo. "Oh? Is something going on in there?", The man asked, noticing the smashing of glass and broken furniture being thrown out of the cafe where the good smell was coming from. |
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Ashara Ackerman - Malicious Queen/CP7 Chief Unclaimed DP Violet Valentine - Maiden of Glass/Zetsubo-Co Bounty Hunter Unclaimed DP Zhu Hei Long - Dean of Physics/Pirate Unclaimed DP
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| RedR | Feb 12 2017, 03:04 AM Post #4 |
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Karate Island was just what Dragoon thought it would be when Uncle told him and Lancia the name of it while they were docking. The island was covered in dojos some of them actually teaching martial arts while others were just homes and business, he had accidentally walked into someones home one of the days he had decided to explore the island. The weather had been so nice that Dragoon had actually forgot how many days they had been on the island. He was considering taking a sword art class at one of the bigger dojos on the island but when he learned that the master only taught men taller then 6 foot he decided to just learn his own style. Dillion had made a picnic for everyone and found a nice little spot to eat, Dragoon truly hated that he had to eat to survive he wished he could just live of booze and air, though Dillion had quickly learned what Dragoon liked to eat and hated to eat. There was always a few piece of meat just for Dragoon for every meal it was really the only thing he would eat it did not coat his mouth in a sugar feeling or get stuck to the roof of his mouth. Dragoon had been sitting in the tallest branchs of a tree above Dillion for multiple reasons, but mostly it was nice to be taller then his freakishly tall family members. He barely heard Dillion say something about his lack of smell, he had found it was a curse and a blessing. Growing up he spent many of hours hiding in piles of just disgusting trash waiting for Marines to stop looking for him. He stuck his last bite of meat in his mouth then began to climb down the tree he was wondering what Dillion was talking about. Just as he got to the ground it seemed the Dillion was already on the move with Lancia down the hill towards dessert, Dragoon hated dessert way to sugary and the absence of sweet just made cake taste like mush. He found himself a little ways behind his family as they came down the hill but he noticed the chaos at the sweet shop just about the time that Lancia did. Dragoon smoothed back his hair, " Guess someone hates sweets more then me." |
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| Casey-sama | Feb 12 2017, 04:47 PM Post #5 |
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While everyone was settling down for their picnic, Ja'rook had managed to wander off and lose himself in the woods. Picnics weren't really his style he was more for shoveling a neverending supply of food in his face after being starved for so long. Nobody would enjoy dining with a mongrel like himself. This was his first time having karate island available for him to explore since he arrived on the island many years ago. Ja'rook had managed to find a berry bush to pillage, he began plucking the juicy looking blackberries from their home shoving them into his mouth hole like a mad man. They were so delicious however unknown to him his fingers and face were receiving a coat of dark red juices similar in color to blood. A very large berry had caught his eye stunning him in awe for a moment before he grabbed it. Placing a few fingers onto the berry and giving it all small pull, it seemed as if it would never budge. Angerly Ja'rook yanked on the berry with both hands. A loud roar and spit flew from the inside of the bush as a medium sized bear stood up on its hind legs. Ja'rook eyes wide had no idea how to react. Standing up from his crouching position with nearly over a foot on the bear he slightly towered over it. Sucking in quite the bit of air Ja'rook let out his own bellow "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" allowing some spit to fly from his mouth. They just kind of stood there staring at each other before Ja'rook tackled the bear wrapping himself around it. The bear unprepared for such an act lost its balance and the duo began to roll down the hill. Looking up from the huge pile of fur Ja'rook noticed his friends running down the hill just in front of them. |
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| Fresh | Feb 12 2017, 05:14 PM Post #6 |
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Dillon shot backwards hands in front of him in a startle of sorts as he witnessed a man crashing through the glass before him. "Oh god. What kind of establishment is this?" Dillon asked inquisitively as a man rushed out of the door shouting something at the bar like this was some kind of action movie, suddenly bumping into the towering man who was also standing rather in front of the door. Dillon stared down at the man who bumped into him, cigar slamming straight into his jacket, leaving a slight burn residue. "Ah darn it." He said in a disappointed manner as he patted the burnt tobacco off of his duster. The chain smoking man was on his ass from bumping into Dillon, and all he could do was stare up with an agape mouth, as he saw three very intimidating figures, of both stature and oddity. He stood up and ran around them, noticing a fourth wrestling with a bear. This convinced him to run the other way out of pure confusion. "Rude men are a dime a dozen." Dillon bellowed with a disapproving nod as he motioned for his sons to join him within the cafe. Ducking under the door frame Dillon looked around at the chaos that had ensued in here. Some tables were overturned, customers were still in a panic of sorts, the dojo master was just seemingly lording over his cafe, and there was a little girl waiter who was covered in dust. Dillon began to put two and two together and surmised that the little girl must of been the one to get sent through the wall, but seeing that she was lacking in wounds meant she must of been one really resilient child. His curiosity was peaked. "Uhm yes. Hello guys!?" Dillon said waving his hand awkwardly at the owner. "Table for... Gimme a sec." Dillon peaked his head out the door to Ja'Rook. "Are you bringing your new friend there Rookie? I'll get an extra seat just in case!" He said waving to his boy. "Table for five, stool for the bear please, little too girthy for armrests." He commented on the bear anatomy he had come to understand in just a short moment. Dillon went ahead and sat himself down. "Lancia, before I was cut off by that strange cigar smoking man, I meant to say I also would enjoy some cheesecake. It's divine. Ooooh. Maybe some Flan? My treat." Dillon said happily, not reading the energy of the room at all, as he was entranced in conversation with his loved ones. He turned a deaf ear too the cafe owner and raised a finger for a waiter. "I got the tab of everyone at this table, and for the young handsome man with no nose, could we have a bottle of your mildest hot sauce, and whatever meat you may have on the menu. It's for an experiment." He said to the waitress, the last bit in a very hushed tone. He muscled his duster off after clicking his family emblem off, and draped it over his chair, showing his ornate clothing underneath. He still looked as if he was just fresh out of the coal mine still, but at least under the duster his clothes were relatively clean. The scent of the kitchen wafted out towards the rag tag group, and it made Dillon that much hungrier for food. He was unsure if his estranged crew of a demon, a knight, a noseless bruiser, and an extremely tall and handsome coal miner was exactly welcome to this establishment with warm arms, especially after the three crazies just razed the cafe. |
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| Smug God | Feb 12 2017, 06:35 PM Post #7 |
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Know It All Smug God
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Still A Sunny Day for Eleanor Eleanor was picking up the chairs and tables, cleaning up the mess. She was cleaning up at quite the fast rate, since she was able to lift each table using only one arm. That's when a group of men came into the cafe and sat down at a table. They asked for a bear stool which confused Eleanor, but then ordered actual food. "Okay mister tall people!" Eleanor said with a smile as she stopped cleaning temporarily. That's when Eleanor's boss called her over. "Eleanor come over here a sec woulds ya?" He said waving his hand towards him, gesturing her to hurry over to him. "Okay mister boss!" Eleanor said as she scurried over to her boss. "Keep an eyes on them will ya Eleanor? I don't wants another group makin trouble on my turf." Eleanor's boss glared at the group of men who had just sat down. "Okay mister boss! Leave it to me!" Eleanor said with a smile as she scurried over to the kitchen. She grabbed the table's now ready orders and brought them out. She curried over to the table and set down the food. "Okay mister tall people here you go!" Eleanor said with a smile. Eleanor then returned to cleaning. She started humming to herself as she picked up the tables and chairs, and cleaned up all the rubble. She also scurried outside quickly to pick up the glass, then she returned with the shards, throwing them in the trash. After she set up all the tables again, she began washing the floors. She was still smiling and humming. It was still just another sunny day for Eleanor. |
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| Zaine | Feb 12 2017, 07:34 PM Post #8 |
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Ball of Sunshine
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The rather eccentric man could do nothing else but blink profusely as a bewildered man tried to scuttle out of the noisy establishment, while also quite rudely ruining the old man's duster in the process. Sure enough, Ja'rook decided to make a grand appearance as he plopped onto the ground, resting on top of an out of breath bear. The man looked at the pair of them, and without actually thinking anything strange of the situation, he merely laughed. "Ha Rook, when did you drop by? Thought we almost lost you", He let out cheerfully before crouching down to enter the café, allowing him to take a better look at what all the commotion was about. The place was clearly in shambles, what with all the broken furniture and glass, but if Dillon wasn't going to make a fuss about it, then neither was he, as he took his seat and let out a rather large yawn. Still, he couldn't help but wonder just what could have caused this much destruction, since it seemed like a hurricane blew past here. His train of thought was interrupted when the old man suddenly mentioned how he adored cheese cakes too, however, making him beam in delight at the thought of getting even more desserts. "Truly? how magnificent, I'm sure the cheesecakes here are to die for!". Before they could get to eating dessert first, they had to of course have a main dish, but not being the fussy sort for that kind of meal, he let the old man decide for him, instead choosing to spend his time admiring the cute little girl that ended up serving them. He really had to wonder why such a small girl was working, but the fantanstical stories that brewed in his head started to make him tear up. Maybe her mother was sick and she needed money? Or perhaps this was a family restaurant and she didn't want to see it go bust from the constant hurricanes that presumably blew past here? They were all rather heart wrenching. The more he watched the girl go, the more he had to wonder just what was going through her head, but he couldn't deny that her bright personality made his heart warmer -- truly, another beautiful soul was in his midst. "Ah, little girl, would you like me to assist you? I don't want you to cut yourself on that glass", He asked, leaving his seat to help her clean. |
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| Fresh | Feb 15 2017, 05:38 PM Post #9 |
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(OOC: I am calling a skip on Red and Casey for inactivity, we are assuming your characters are present but being quiet, I'm disabling turn order, until further notice.) Dillon was excited for his order, of cheesecake and flans, for the whole table. Ja'Rook and Dragoon, had surrounded themselves around the table with the group, as did the bear from earlier, as he was behaving in the present company of extremely tall men. Dillon looked down towards the little girl waiter and bent down to get eye level with her. "Thank you sweety, there's also this specialty item here..." Dillon said extending his arm to the menu as he looked through it. "It's a sweet roll, platter with your special glaze, could I have three of those please darling little waiter, as an appetizer? Main course I'll have a round of honey glazed ham with succulent gravy for the whole table." Dillon said in a very happy manner. He was going to order a main dish for everyone at the table and have everyone enjoy firsts before he would go through dessert and talk about the future of The Family. Dillon looked down to his waiter. "And you don't need to call me Mister Tall. My name is Dillon dear. I'd be keen to learn your name as well little girl. You strike me as the surprising type. Something draws me to that glint in your eye." Dillon let out with confidence as he turned back to his crew at the table. He set the table accordingly giving everyone their silverware. "Alright my sons. It's time to talk about the future!" He said as they wait patiently for their meals. Dillon grabbed the salt and placed it in front of him. "This is currently us." He said placing the salt on top of a napkin. "We are here, on such a simple vessel, our next destination will definitely be that of somewhere we can procure a ship of our very own." Dillon said confidently, moving the salt to another napkin. "Short term that is our plan. Get a boat that can accommodate the family in its ever growing presence." Dillon added as he began to unscrew the salt and pour it out on the napkin. "On that note I would like to know how you would like your rooms to look my sons, for I am going to be the designer of this ship." He said as he spread out the salt on the napkin. "But after that is the big thing. As pirates, we can't very well travel without purpose. So... Where is our first big vacation spot!" He said with a grand smile on his face as he clapped. "We should travel the sea, a family of pride, that shows the joys of familial embrace. Being the figurehead for good morals across the sea. Even as a rogue entity, we will come together as one, who is beautiful and whole!" Dillon said as he spread out more napkins and began to spread the salt across the whole mass of paper. "We'll have the best family vacation, and make our mark all across the world." Dillon said happily as he awaited his families input. |
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| Zaine | Feb 15 2017, 07:49 PM Post #10 |
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Ball of Sunshine
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As flamboyant as the man was, he was still a knight, and a knight carried a heavy duty towards helping others! Especially if they were cute little girls trying to clean up broken glass. Reaching towards the only broom available, the man swept it up neatly, finding it a little difficult at first because of how short the broom was compared to him, but managing to do so eventually. While he rid the floors of sharp glass, he listened in closely to the Old Man as he began talking about their grand plan as pirates. He couldn't help but chuckle a little, as the thought of him being a pirate still amused him, but only in a good way. Aside from that, he was rather vigilant about listening to what he had to say, making sure to glance in his direction every so often so that the visual analogy wasn't lost on him, though from anyone's perspective it did just look like he was playing with salt. After finally sweeping away the last of the hazardous glass, the man reclaimed his seat, leaning against his chair and easing into the rather comfortable furniture as he listened to the rest of the old mans master plan. The notion of getting a much bigger ship and his own room filled his eyes with fire, straightening his back as he became far more interested in the topic. "Red and Purple flames. Painted everywhere", He uttered, surprisingly being simpler than anyone would have probably guessed, but sure enough because of his own 'vision', the task of painting his room would truly be stressful when the time came. Pressing his hand against his chest, the man tried his best to sound as solemn and heartfelt as possible, for he believed he knew the perfect place for their merry little family to venture off to first. Well anywhere aside from camelot was fair game, but he did have a few rumours he wanted to clear up. Standing up and placing his rather long leg on his chair, the man proclaimed to the table, and unfortunately everyone else. "Imagine! An Island that has the cycles of the moon and the sun intertwined and merged together in perfect harmony! Where the sky is a masterpiece. That is where we should go! The Island of the moon", He compelled them, staring into everyone's faces to try and gauge their reactions, even the bears. |
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| Smug God | Feb 16 2017, 03:14 AM Post #11 |
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Know It All Smug God
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Eleanor was just smiling and humming, quietly cleaning. While cleaning, one of the men from the group that had just entered approached her, asking if she needed help. "That's okay mister person! I'll do it myself!" Eleanor said with a smile. The man ignored her statement and started cleaning, not caring that Eleanor did not want any help. Eleanor just stood there as the man ignored her and returned to his seat, her smile slowly turning into a frown. Upon seeing this, Eleanor's boss instantly started to look nervous, scared even. He called Eleanor over. "Eleanor honey, woulds you comes over heres for a second?" He asked with a smile. Eleanor just walked over slowly, not saying a word. "What's the matters Eleanor? Just calms down. What happened?" He asked Eleanor, wiping the nervous sweat off his forehead. Day Less Sunny Eleanor looked at her boss and spoke with tone more melancholy than usual. "They aren't good mister people. The mister just ignored me and pretended like I wasn't there. He didn't care. They are just like the bad people from earlier." Eleanor said. "I should get rid of the bad misters." She said, her eye now twitching slightly. Things were stacking up on Eleanor's mental state, and this might be the thing to make her snap. Its Times The Boss Shows Them Goons How Things Works Around Here Her boss patted her head. "Forgets about it Eleanor. I'll handles them goons. You just calm down okay?" He said to Eleanor, hoping she would calm down. He didn't want his shop being destroyed. "Now which one of thems treated you bads?" He asked Eleanor. She pointed to the man wearing red. Her boss said. "Alrights Eleanor, I'll takes care of him." That's when he walked up to the group of men. "Yous enjoying my establishment here? We gives only the bestest service heres at Gentle Storm." He said with a smile. "One mores thing." He said as he pulled a pistol, pointing it at the temple of the man wearing red. "You come in here in my establishment and messes with Eleanor? Thats not gonna works." Her boss said fearlessly with a scowl, glaring at the man wearing red. Edited by Smug God, Feb 16 2017, 03:19 AM.
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| Fresh | Feb 16 2017, 04:43 AM Post #12 |
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Why... Why did it have to be a gun of all things? Why couldn't a normal meal happen between the family, as they have a friendly discussion of ships rooms, and family plans. Why did the man have to spark a problem that the Uncle had to father over. Dillon noticed the distress in the young girls steps from earlier, and his eyes had wandered, unable to hear the brunt of their conversation, but the distress was clearly shown in the dojo owners face, as if he didn't want the little girl to hit him, or break property. Well if he didn't want her to, he definitely didn't want what was about to happen to him. As the man was approaching the table with his friendly banter, Dillon slipped off his gloves in quick silence as his face turned to that of pure seriousness. As soon as the brunt of the silver of the gun emerged from the dojo masters side Dillon stood up with a maximum anger as he slammed the palm of his hand into the chin of the boss, teleporting him viciously into a wall at max velocity. He then tapped his side and appeared right in front of the man. "Hello waiter... You see... I assume you're my waiter, despite being so rude as to serve one of my sons a god damn gun. But... BUT!" He screamed as he squatted down and kept his palm in front of the barrel of the gun, being sure to follow it no matter how he moved it. "Oh that's not the best part... No... Noooo..." Dillon began to whisper as he tilted his hat down with a forceful nod, the coal on his face accentuating his dark features. "You see, I have you figured out you Mafioso piece of shit." He bellowed in a whisper directed at the man. "After careful over observation... You're running a dirty damn gig here. I see the steps behind your pedestal... They are noticeably cleaner than the flooring of the kitchen area, which I witnessed as the door opened... This comes to tell me that the area above your shady cafe is being lived in by someone absurdly neat, to the point they may get disappointed. I'm thinking your waiter came over here, upset that she couldn't clean herself, and the way you winced against her whims was that she is stronger than you... She's the muscle. You're running a crooked operation, with an illegal youth, whom looks nothing like you... So I'm sure shes not your daughter. I'm willing to bet you didn't sign any legal documents either under the eyes of the world government due to your 'upfront business practices. Well... You see what I'm getting here." Dillon said as he swiped his left hand behind his back, at a nearby table making it seem like it disappeared out of the building, when in fact he teleported it as far as he could see from the broken window from earlier, way out of this mans most likely poor sight. Dillon stood up and pointed a finger at him like a gun. "Now stand up you beautiful gentleman. Serve me and my beautiful sons our half off honey ham, with mashed potatos and a side of succulent gravy, like you promised us. Of course. Maybe even after I can show you some cleaning tips!" He shouted as he grabbed a nearby chair, forcing a cafe patron out of it as he quickly bounced the chair between his palms, turning it into a fine mist of sawdust under the pressure of the clap between his hands. "I can clean... I can clean you until your fake sense of family is fixed." He threatened the boss with what seemed to be liquid coal leaking out of his eyeballs, as he go into a furious cold-sweat of adrenaline. "And when you're all fixed... That's when the fun begins. HAHAHAHA!" He said in a hush, aside from the laugh which was both frightening and forced. "That's when your fine, clean... So clean mush, gets processed, and I'll feed it to every one of your men, and then by the time they finish eating your filthy fat Mafioso corpse, they'll know what being one with a Father really is." Dillon said leaning down and grabbing the man by his chest hair with one hand, keeping his back to everyone else as he grabbed his hand as well and "Helped him up" by his chest hair. Dillon got in close and hugged the man force-ably, and out of his left sleeve he had his dull knife rub against the back of the mafia owner. "Shoot me I fucking dare you." Dillon whispered. "Give me a reason to turn your corpse into a savory topic over thanksgiving dinner... Now when we stop hugging you're going to tell your poor overworked slave girl, that I send my deepest apologies that I can possibly give for whatever was wrong that my son did, and to make it up I will be buying her dessert... On you, you sweaty fucking pig." Dillon said his cold breath leaking into the bosses ears as he tap the mans back with his right forefingers, so he doesn't send the man flying with his palms. As Dillon let go he slid his gloves on before turning around and put his hands up in a surrender position up into the air. "That was a great talk sir. You are truly a kind and noble gentleman. I thought you couldn't talk me down to only paying 25% of the bill for today, but oh you are such a sweet man, I can only guess the food is as sweet. I'll have to make this place one of my families vacation locations, you treat us so well..." Dillon said with a tinge of confidence in his voice, as his coal like features began to fade away with the light of the room, as he tipped his hat back up and his smile began to form. He trounced back to his table and sat down putting his hand on Lancias shoulder and giving him a warm loving smile. He mouthed the words "I'll never let anyone hurt your sweet soul." in a very dear and fatherly manner. |
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| Smug God | Feb 16 2017, 05:16 AM Post #13 |
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Eleanor's boss got back up. "What'd yous say to me? HUH?" He shouted as he pointed the pistol at the man who assaulted him. Eleanor's boss had no fear. That's when Eleanor grabbed a hold of her boss and hugged him. Her eyes started to tear up. "It's okay mister boss! It's okay!" Eleanor said, starting to cry. Her boss looked at her and thought for a few moments, then lowered the gun. "If that's what yous want kid." He said as he scratched his head. He then shook Eleanor's hair and got on one knee. "Cheer up kiddo, everythings is alrights now." He said with a smile. "Go gives them their food Eleanor. I gotta takes care of a few things." He said as he got back up and walked towards his office. As he walked by Dillon, he glared at him. "Yous lucky the kid was here to stop me." He said as he put away his pistol and went in his office. Eleanor walked up to the group of people. First she pulled back her leg, and delivered a kick into the shin of the man wearing red. "Take that mister meanie!" She shouted as loud as her gentle voice would allow. She then turned to Dillon and bowed. "I'm sorry mister meanie's dad. Mister boss gets angry whenever someone makes me sad. Hopefully you can forgive him." She said with her head bowed as she set their food on the table. Edited by Smug God, Feb 17 2017, 10:23 PM.
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| Zaine | Feb 16 2017, 07:55 PM Post #14 |
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Listening in to the old man, the knight hardly even noticed that a man had pulled a gun out on him, only realizing once he addressed him. The flamboyant man was clearly surprised by this, but before he could even think to react, the man blinked out of sight, with the sudden sound of a wall cracking that drew his attention elsewhere. Turning in a flash, the Knight watched in awe as his would be attacker was slumped against the ground, with Dillon perched over him. "I...didn't even see it", He muttered as he watched the two of them engage in a brutal, one sided conversation. He had never seen this side of the old man before, but all he could do was sit there and watch as the man let loose some sort of demon within him, becoming much more brutal and savage compared to the kindly man he knew before. This much passion that burned in his soul made the knights heart falter, only now seeing how much fire burned within him as he longed to have a family. Still, he did start to get a bit overboard, especially since the Knight was fully prepared to defend himself should he need to. That being said, the way the man behaved, he knew it was best to let him get it out of his system, after all he would probably go berserk like that too if someone pulled a gun on someone he cared about, though, he couldn't help but wonder why the man did that in the first place, as he had been nothing but helpful since coming into this place. Leaving it as a question that may never be answered, the knight was joined by his old man soon enough, his eyes still quite intense from that merciless display. Well, the fat guy was still alive so it wasn't too bad. The feeling he felt when the old man placed his hand on his shoulder was quite comforting, as it made him smile and pretty much forget the ugliness he had witnessed earlier. One thing was for sure, as serious as Dillon was about the family, Lancia had to match that resolve completely. It was probably at that moment that he truly felt apart of their loving circle, and to know that his back was covered was simply amazing. "I...can't put into words how happy I am, thank you Dillon, I can only promise to do the same for you and all of our ilk", He resolved, pumping his fist to his chest as he stayed seated. Unbeknownst to him, the little girl that had caused this situation approached the slender man, being as quiet as a mouse, or simply too small for him to notice at first. It wasn't until he felt a sharp pain in his shin that he reacted, her words being quite inaudible as pain coursed through out his body. Clutching his shin, the man looked on at the girl with both ire and confusion, not even sure what was going on anymore to warrant all these attempts on him. "Kuh...little girl?! Why did you do that!", He groaned, rubbing his shin quite furiously as his leg throbbed from the pain. |
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| Fresh | Feb 17 2017, 10:49 PM Post #15 |
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A strainless victim of consequence who didn't know how to take a threat properly. It made the man of warm heart rather irked. Apparently the man cared not that there was now a body sized chunk out of the side of his restaurant, or the fact that Dillon could literally pulp things in an instant. As was he unflinching to the very characteristics of Dillon, literally. It was like he completely ignored the fact that he had teleported across a room, halfway into a wall, and that the man before him ground a chair into pulp with his palms, nor even to the fact that Dillon clearly destroyed his property. Dillon wasn't having it in a good or a bad mood, so he decided to sit down because this guy was clearly some kind of idiot. At least he got his food really cheap. Dillon stared at the little girl as he kicked his son, and raised an eyebrow, especially after his son just said such beautiful words to him. He kept that eyebrow raised as he looked into his pocket for the article he had read on this place. "Taking the world by storm! Friendly staff, friendly atmosphere, friendly fun food!" Dillon was having none of these things currently. First the owner assaulted his son with a loaded fire-arm, then the original waitress they had kicks his son in the shin. His observation have come in, obsessively so, that their kind wasn't welcome here for whatever reason. For a Mafioso man, the vibe he was getting here was middle class at best, no room for the filth that was pirates. Dillon let out an angry huff as he ground a knife deep into his ham and jammed a piece in his mouth. He was not in a good mood, but after a few chews, the sweetness got to him and he looked back down to the little girl. He kept chewing as he listening to the girl droll out an apology. He chewed on his meat while thinking of a response and placed his hat on the table to look down at her again. "Don't get sad again then okay?" He said in an oddly cutesy, almost threatening way, letting out a small aura, as if he was going to murder someone if they threatened his family or there beautiful vacation one more time. "Also I think you are being a little harsh to my son here. He didn't do anything wrong. He's just being the honorable and very chivalrous man he was raised to be." Dillon said slicing another piece of ham, stabbing it with the knife and jamming the meat into his mouth. As he slammed a spoon of mashed potatoes into his mouth and mulled the whole cafe over with an angry nerve popping from his skull, he put on a fake smile, and almost growled out. "Oh by the by. Your boss said he's paying for you to have dessert with us, so I guess its breaktime for you whenever our cakes are ready yes?" He said in a very sing songy manner as his mind slowly melted back into his food, destroying the mashed potatoes and ham as fast as he could for he could not wait that long for the sweet cakes to be here, and the sourness of this moment to be gone from his memory. |
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