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Post by Neronia on May 18, 2015 17:06:03 GMT -5
So, it was up to him to decide? Sheesh, what a cooperative date. He returned his gaze to the rundown building of the first suggestion, sniffing at the air to try and figure out the quality of food within. Unable to identify much besides the blood of freshly slaughtered livestock and questionable contents, he focused on the restaurant across the street. "Across the street it is~," he chirped, tugging on the man's hand as he took a sharp turn across the street. The city was beginning to die down as the daytime civilians fled into their homes as the night shift slowly started to stumble and crawl out of their shelter. He cast a quick glance to the side as they neared the other side of the building, taking note of the Dark Ones beginning to notice the scent and sight of a human. He drew back his lips, letting out a hiss while his hand tightened its grip once more.
"C'mon," he jerked the door open and was immediately hit with the mixed scents of Dark One cuisine along with the scent of grime on the customers within. At least the waiters attempted to clean up. It could be worse. It could be Lantern Village worse. "Table for two," he chimed as one of the employees gave him a questioning look as well as a curious glance behind him. No, the human was not on the menu today. Weaving through the maze of wooden and stone tables with their chairs filled and scattered, he release the human's hand as soon as they arrived at their table: a booth in the corner of the restaurant. Good, a street-side view. He slipped into one side of the booth, picking up the menu left by the employee.
"If you can't read anything, just ask. I dunno how much your 'boss' has allowed you to learn language-wise." He really didn't want to know, either. Despite appearing to busy himself with the menu, he was really thinking of ways to get the meal for free. They really didn't care much of the 'bug in the food' trick. He could always woo the waiter... Yeah, that might end up being his plan. It has worked countless times before, after all.
"Oo~ there's a special on Herdier!" |
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on May 18, 2015 18:24:22 GMT -5
The fear that came from Mirun was probably obvious to everyone else but him. He had become so used to feeling terrified he didn't consider it, whereas Mozart smelled it coming from him. The dragon moved closer to the two and gave glares and bared teeth at anyone that so much as even sniffed towards them--if they spotted Mirun or not. Not that it was needed, the pink one seemed to be doing a fine job in keeping everyone at bay. Mozart was old, even with his long life span, he had begun to feel the effects of stress thanks to Mirun. He moved a little more slowly and he found that his body ached in places he never thought possible. The tips of his scales had begun to grey just a little bit and sometimes it took a few minutes for things to process. Mozart, however, wasn't going to let that stopped him and at times like this, he didn't even feel his age and felt younger than ever. He dared someone to come forward with an attack.
Mirun followed quickly, almost laying himself against the back of his guide. He could feel the fear, sure, but it didn't register. His natural instincts told him he shouldn't be here, but he was. He had to be. It was the only place that he needed to be. The inside of the restaurant caught Mirun's interest. He looked around and took everything in, but he made sure Mozart was in sight. The dragon struggled past the many chairs and tables, shoving dark ones out of his way until he could plant himself close to Mirun, standing in a corner. The dragon made sure his back was to the wall and he was standing at his full height, his claws twitching at times.
"Uh," Mirun said as he stared at the menu. "Actually they haven't taught me anything. They write in the human language when they need to write things for me. The Herdier sounds good though." He stared at the language written on the menu. "But if they have anything Ducklett related that would be great." He looked around again, ignoring any gazes that landed on him. Mirun was safe with Mozart, he always was, right? |
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Post by Neronia on May 18, 2015 19:26:48 GMT -5
He paid no heed to the underlying distress coming from the human's body or the motions of protectiveness from the dragon. At least, he made it seem like he didn't care or notice. He had already made his display of being territorial towards the Dark Ones, and he had absolutely no intention of giving any more than that. Red eyes skimmed over the menu, the tips of his ears twitching when the blond spoke up. Still caught on Ducklett, huh? He let out a soft humming tune as he browsed the scrawl on the thick, colorless paper. After a few long moments, he spoke. "There is something... Many things." There was a pause as he translated the script in his head, his pale lips partially moving in the process. "They don't have 'stew', so to speak, but they do have goulash in which you can either choose from Ducklett, Tepig, or Torchic."
There was another pause as he glanced up to see if the man had any interest in that before he continued. "There is also Roast Ducklett, Honey Glaze Ducklett, and Ducklett wrapped in Tepig Bacon. Any takers?" He put down his menu, tilting his head to the side in question. "And... anything for the dragon?" Oh, look, he was being nice. He was reluctant to ask that, however, since the dragon seemed like a stick in the mud and probably would try to foil any plans of his. The rosen haired Aerodactyl tore his crimson gaze away from the blond man as a waiter arrived, glancing between the two before focusing on the smallest of the three.
"What can I get for you today?"
A purr rumbled in his throat as he rested his elbows on the table, leaning forwards so his chin was placed on his hands. "Quite a lot, actually. Perhaps some... Off the menu Specials?" He narrowed his eyes at the waiter, a pleased smirk curling on his features as the waiter shifted. "I will take the Herdier Steak: rare. Ah, and Mint Tea." The waiter quickly scribbled down his order with a shaking hand, turning towards the human for his order. |
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on May 19, 2015 11:03:06 GMT -5
Blue eyes stared at the pink-haired creature. Everything sounded good to Mirun, especially roast. He smiled when the question was asked about Mozart. Of course the dragon would get something. Mirun looked back down at the menu, taking in the strange letters. He should probably learn how to read this dialect, but at the same time, he didn't have much of a need. He just had to be able to read numbers and measurements to do his job. He rapped his fingers along the back of the menu, but closed it when the waiter came.
Mirun gave a big smile during the whole process, whereas Mozart moved slightly closer. "Roast Ducklett please with water, and a slab of raw meat for the Haxorus. He likes it bloody." Mozart gave a small nod before he moved back to his corner, letting his eyes close slightly to doze in and out. Mirun placed the menu down and went back to taking in the building. He couldn't get over how strange it all looked. Made him wonder what the human realm looked like. Probably not the same, and probably in horrible conditions. A bang of guilt hit Mirun and his smile flickered. He could have helped the humans rise back to the top with his inventions and his skills in breeding would have offered perfect soldiers and protectors, but the humans didn't have the herbs he needed.
"What's it like?" Mirun asked without thinking. "Being a Dark One, I mean. The aging and all, the abilities." He was curious about how it was. According to the Lord, it didn't seem very fun. Being stuck inside all day, but that didn't seem to apply to every Dark One out there. Mirun had only seen Disciples and the little "chosen one" more than he had actual Dark One civilians.
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Post by Neronia on May 24, 2015 19:36:33 GMT -5
No drinks? Oh, that just would not do! "Don't forget the water for them, honey~. Boys need their fluids to keep up their stamina." He gave a wink to the waiter who quickly finished scribbling down their orders before scurrying off to the back of the restaurant. The rosen haired Gijinka kept his narrowed gaze on the waiter for a few lingering moments before he pried his eyes away, settling the red on the blond man across the table. He still wished the dragon hadn't come; he could deal with that later. Oh, dear, now he was asking him about his Dark One heritage. He really was not willing to share such information over dinner, but... He could make an exception for right now.
"To be honest, I was never blessed with the 'abilities' of the other Dark Ones. The docs took me in too early before my magic could develop properly. The blood flowing through my veins prevent my magic from ever reaching a point where I can use it." He paused to sigh. His short legs swayed back and forth, the tips of his feet pointed and barely brushing against the hard flooring below. He could easily flatten his feet against the ground and sit normally, but he liked the feeling of his feet hanging in the air. It was probably part of not having wings like he was originally promised. At least the Crobat could fix that. "The anti-aging thing is pretty cool. I was comatose through most of it, but it's obvious when I ceased my aging." He flashed the man a sharp-toothed smile. He was perfectly fine with looking like a young teenager for the rest of his life. It was easier to find clothes. Scratch that. It was easier to find cute clothes. Speaking of cute, the professor would look much better without the grumpy dragon beside him.
Ahem.
"What's it like being human, hm?" He knew all about killing humans, but this was, to be perfectly honest, his first time semi-normally conversing with one. Any who joined his ranks were spoken with only when he needed to order them around, so they really just became faces in the crowd. Granted, I know them all by name. That still doesn't count. |
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on May 29, 2015 16:47:01 GMT -5
Mirun hadn't been aware that the Dark Ones usually experimented on their own kind. He was sure it would have happened, anything was possible here, but why not just experiment on others? Unless it was before the time they had come out of hiding to devastate the land. Mirun didn't want to pry anymore, though. He already knew that Gijinka couldn't use magic and seemed immune to the after effects. Speaking of which, it was difficult for him to even remain healthy here. Or without a horrible cough. The dark magic was slowly killing him, but what other choice did he have? There was no where else to really go.
"Boring," said Mirun in a monotone voice. "Everything can kill you with a single look and we're as fragile as glass." He wasn't willing to give up his own past. He still didn't like to think about what he remembered. But he could give up a tiny bit. "I don't remember a lot. Just that magic didn't exist to us. The Legends were seen as just items to capture, breed, stuff like that. Everything else is a blur." He shook his head, his brow knotting in concentration. "We had the idea in our heads that we were the top of the food chain, above everything. So, naturally, we were wrong about a lot."
Mirun was not ashamed to say he was not a human sympathizer. What ever happened to them they deserved, and he knew he was in the running for a lot of payback from mother nature herself. He did what he had to do to survive and live comfortably, that was it. he never spared a thought about where it would get him in the future, but he grew used to the idea that, somehow, he was already being punished. Between amnesia, insomnia, nightmares, hallucinations, and delusions nature seemed to be doing a pretty good job at getting back at him. |
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Post by Neronia on May 31, 2015 12:48:51 GMT -5
Achuckle passed through the rosen haired dark one's lips, curling the corners of his lips up. one corner was higher than the other, giving him a crooked smile as he flashed his teeth before speaking. "oh? it seems you had little to no action in the war, then, hun. I had to aim for the heart or else the warring humans would get right back up. your kind is sturdier than you think." red eyes glanced away from the blond across the table as the tips of his ears twitched. he flashed a smile with hidden intentions towards the waiter as he arrived, placing their drinks down and giving a quick your order will arrive soon before retreating to the back of the restaurant. thin fingers wrapped around the drink, pulling it forwards as he took a sip through the straw.
"it's not uncommon for one race to believe they are at the top of the food chain. the elves thing it, the ancient ones think it. this is why war breaks out as they believe themselves invincible, as they seek to claim more territory and livestock for their unrighteous cause." look at him, purring out words about righteousness when he was part of the very underworld that strove for the top. hypocrisy was common in the world, and he knew himself no better than the rest. no matter, i truly will be at the top of the food chain eventually. he took another sip of his tea, glancing back towards the door where the waiter disappeared through. he could smell their food being created, and he was growing impatient. this much was evident by the slight tapping against the booth with the heels of his feet. |
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on Jun 2, 2015 15:10:34 GMT -5
He took a small sip of water as soon as the drinks arrived, relishing in how cold it was. A sudden feeling on anxiousness washed over him at even the thought of the war. He felt like something happened during it but he couldn't pull it out of the constant fog at the back of his mind. As far as Mirun knew, he was probably hiding the whole time, hidden until the fire stopped and the war ended. He let the cold water bring his thoughts back, his fingers beginning to turn numb. He didn't realize he had been gripping the glass. He had even missed part of the conversation. He heard the part about the races thinking they are the best.
There was nothing Mirun felt like he could say about that. It was completely true, and he felt that the humans made many mistakes with that idea shoved inside of their heads. He took his hand off of the glass and rubbed it under the table, trying to bring life back into the fingers. Mirun was really hungry. he knew Mozart was feeling the pang of hunger as well. The dragon picked up on the smell of the raw meat and stared to growl in the direction, wanting to sink his teeth in it already. |
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Post by Neronia on Jun 18, 2015 14:33:09 GMT -5
The silence that hung over the table quickly began to annoy the aerodactyl. silence bothered him to no end, though he probably should not have expected too much from his so-called 'date'. after all, he had found him in the middle of having a mental break down, so... yeah, he really should have figured this would have happened sooner or later. the human better be glad that he was in a hospitable mood right now or else he would have left then and there without providing any protection from the dark ones who kept casting quick glances towards their table. neronia let out a sigh, resting his cheek in the pale palm of his hand and looking out with an expression of pure boredom painting itself across his face.
"food's here," he droned, the words partially muffled by the odd placement of his jaw and lips due to his hand. he temporarily hid the boredom on his face with a sultry smirk as the waiter arrived with their plates. one by one, they were placed before them with steam rising off of the cooked meats while red juices coated the plates of the rare. "thank you, darling~" he purred as the waiter retreated. red eyes turned towards the canine steak on his plate, and the tip of his tongue snaked out to lick his lips. he took a quick sip of his tea before he grabbed his knife and fork, cutting into the steak. he figured he might as well be somewhat civilized while eating in the presence of others. back underground, he would happily just stuff his face and use his hands.
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Post by Mirun N. O'Hannegan on Jun 22, 2015 9:57:45 GMT -5
You could suppose he was happy when the food came. When it was placed in front of him, he gave an experimental sniff. Ah, it actually smelled pretty good. He couldn't place the spices though. The sudden pang of sadness hit him. His kitchen. That's something he missed. Where had his kitchen gone? Oh well. Mirun turned around to look at Mozart, who was already digging into his meal, tearing off large chucks to swallow them whole, hissing at anyone, or anything, that got too close during his meal.
A fork stabbed part of the Ducklett and tore it off, Mirun bringing it to his lips. He nibbled, experimentally. At least the Dark Ones knew how to cook. He bit off a few larger pieces, eating quietly while he studied the duck. Then he grabbed the knife and held it over the ridge of the back, his eyes narrowing. "Cut to the spinal sack, eh?" he asked Mozart. The dragon shrugged. Who knew what Mirun was even talking about. He seemed amused with himself and chuckled, putting the knife into the back to tear it open. There was the spine. With the spinal fluid sack meshed against it, devoid of the neural-spinal fluid. Mirun fished the knife under the spine and lifted it out, the popping of the vertebra filling his ears. Once the spine was out, he went back to eating.
ooc: idk that's what I do with my roast ducks owo they leave all the bones in for some reason. also short, sorry ;^;
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