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Post by Warr on Sept 15, 2016 18:46:23 GMT
Three Hours Ago
The night was still stormy, and it made the light from the nearby lampposts seem almost liquid as well as two figures stood outside of Pallet Island's best known tavern and inn, the famous 'Red Oak Inn'. An establishment which was owned by a total non-relation to the infamous 'Oak Clan' of pirates and rebels who had lived on Pallet Island once upon a time. The figures were both covered in heavy rain cloaks on account of the worse than normal summer rain, and stood half a foot from each other, only truly noticeable in the light and shadow by their nearly glowing pair of red and blue eyes, and by the equally shining blue gem under the blue eyed one, and the stark red brim of a baseball cap of the other.
“Are you sure about this? You don't even know them all, man.”
spoke the blue eyed one.
“That's better for my purposes. I know some of them, I've been watching them, and we both know if I showed special interest in some people or let certain people just take what they need to take to set the plan into motion... the marines and world government would figure that out quickly and be after them in a heart beat. This is the only way...”
“You could've just fed them to your crew.”
“Gary, cousin, I don't question your results when it comes to experiments or science, so please have as much faith in me in this...”
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Perhaps because of the heavy rains that still continue to hit Pallet Island there are more ship than normal in the port, and this is why the Red Oak Inn is so bustling, or perhaps it is because the rain is driving people inside who would otherwise be socializing outside. Whatever the case, all of you find yourself in the Red Oak Inn, enjoying a pint of something nice (though it's a tall glass of lemonade for some of you too young for stronger stuff) and a warm meal handed out by the hands of the pretty barmaid with a Chatot (Gina), the Chef that's a fan of Mushrooms (Carver) and the owner herself, a nearly fifty year old woman who's hair is still as stark red as it was in her youth, a woman that Gina and Carver know as 'Delilah'.
Better still, each of you has been presented with some of the delicious looking fruit that Carver's fellow cooks found in the back, to help wash down the heartier fair and prepare you for your next round of drinks.
Whatever you are talking about is up to you, but the scene has been set.
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Post by Lockdown on Sept 15, 2016 19:21:40 GMT
Murray takes a sip of his wine as he observes the other patrons. The last several weeks had been troublesome, his contract with "Fat Cat" Morgan and his crew having come to an end thanks to the idiots philandering of the funds that he'd declared necessary to the continued health and safety of the crew, and then having the balls (or lack of brains, the two were often easily confused) to publically accuse Murray of trying to swindle the captain.
Obviously he couldn't let that stand, though perhaps he had let himself get a mite heated with his declarations of the captain's scraggly beard and the insults to his prized "mouser" a fat lug of a cat called Klaw by the less than imaginative Morgan. The fact that the stupid cat had shredded the financial report where he listed all of his expenses and the reasoning behind them to the captain was only slightly less irritating than the fact that the hungover dolt had first used the papers as a napkin when presented with them at breakfast. He'd managed to grab his tools, what little gear he'd acquired, and his most recent projects before the apoplectic captain had verbally thrown him off the ship and negated the contract he'd signed.
He took another sip of wine as he tried to focus more on his surroundings... and paused with the fruit that he'd been served halfway to his mouth as he finally took notice of the whorled markings covering its skin. There was no way... Stunned, he couldn't find the words to warn his companions as he saw other such fruits among the delicacies being served, many of them about to be bitten into.
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Post by matanui3 on Sept 15, 2016 19:27:08 GMT
Whatever Buuta may have been talking about before the food was served was quickly forgotten in the face of more pressing matters.
"Oh boy, I'm starving, thanks!"
With that, he stuffs the whole thing into his mouth, chewing happily - until he notices the taste.
"Hey chef!" he yells around a mouthful of fruit, "I think your fruit's gone bad! This stuff tastes nasty!"
He swallows it anyway - he hasn't had much to eat in the last few minutes, after all.
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Post by Oranchello on Sept 15, 2016 19:32:45 GMT
"Now, now, no need to fight. I'll make something for everyone."
There's a lot of lemonade going around today, what with the group of children crowding around Zima V. Natalia's table at the inn. She's been paying for it out of pocket, which has made her wallet a casualty. She suppresses the sigh that builds up in her, as her last bit of money goes to pay another round. She can't let the children know she won't have enough for dinner now, or even a light snack to tide her over. She dutifully works to carve the bits of smooth driftwood into little animals, taking suggestions and requests from the kids. The small knife carves grooves that quickly become eyes, and then gives shape to horns. A quick shake lets some of the woodchips fall off her heavy clothes and onto the floor, and she promises herself to stay after and help clean for it.
Just when she feels her stomach is about to grumble, the fruit arrives, a godsend.
"Thank you!" Natalia says to the person who brought it, her lips curling upwards. If it weren't for the storm souring the children's play... Well, it doesn't matter. Even with that, it's still been one of the better days she's had since her mentor was taken. It's hard to smile, even now.
She wonders if she'll have to do the rounds and take each child home in the rain. After hours of waiting for it to stop, she may have to just get it over with.
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Post by Breakthelevee on Sept 15, 2016 20:01:00 GMT
Ferren looked sternly at the boy sitting across from him "Look, I know what it's like to be on a ship at your age, and I just don't understand why you would willingly do it! There are so many other opportunities open for you! You could go to school, or be a painter, or anything less dangerous!"
The older man sighed, before taking a long, long, drink, finishing his ale in one fell swoop "Just be smart about exactly which boat you fall in with."
Shaking his head, Ferren turns his attention to the strange orange berry in front of him, eating it in a single bite, since fruit had never been close to his favourite food, though he saw the necessity. As soon as the berry hit his tongue, a foul look spread over his face and he attempted to chug from his now empty pint, hoping to chase away the sick flavors.
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Post by nadodan on Sept 15, 2016 20:22:05 GMT
Carver was a little more than surprised when Delilah had told him to pass the fruit they'd found around, for free. He wasn't in the habit with arguing with managers however, unless it was over whether an after effect of his cooking was positive or not, so he complied. He walked around the Tavern setting a berry in front of Murray without saying anything, the man seeming to be deep in thought, the next he gave to Buuta who gave a thank you, claiming to be starving.
"No problem..." he started to say until the large man insulted the free fruit "Buuta, I'm surprised you taste anything." he retorted knowing the man to nearly inhale his food.
The next berry he handed off to Natalia, the young woman looking hungry, and he thought she deserved a something free for all the lemonade she'd paid for "No problem, and you kids I know you like her toys, but don't bother the customers too much." he said giving the children crowding her a light scolding before moving on to Ferren and Lonnie, setting 2 berries in front of the both of them not wanting to interrupt the conversation they were having.
Looking back and seeing Ferren's reaction got Carver a little curious. He looked down at the selection of fruit grabbing a red and black one, popping it into his mouth eating it as he cringed a bit "Maybe these are close to going off...no wonder Delilah is giving them away" he said to himself before walking around looking for anyone else who was hungry, as a sweet smelling smoke started to fill the tavern, the source seeming to be the back of Carver's shirt.
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Post by madandy on Sept 15, 2016 20:38:24 GMT
Lonnie giggles slightly as he lifts his milk to his mouth - a process that wouldn't have been so much of a chore if he hadn't insisted it be served in a flagon, resulting in a cup of milk almost as big as his head that he had to use both hands to drink from.
After putting the flagon down, he smiles innocently at Ferren. "Well, I wanna get off the island and see new stuff and a ship is... well I kinda need one for that. And , well, I'm good at spotting things and shooting things, so I can do that while I'm there."
Lonnie looks up at the tall man. He had the look of someone experienced in sailor stuff and his gut had told him he'd be a good man to talk to about this. "Don't worry - I was ten last month, I'm old enough to take care of myself." He continues with no apparent irony.
He's about to take another drink when he sees the fruit placed in fron of him - a small berry the exact colour of dark chocolate. "Ooh," he grabs it, looking it over briefly, "I like milk a bit better, but dark's good too." Without hesitation, he stuffs the berry in his mouth.
Once he does, it becomes very rapidly apparent that it was not, in fact, chocolate. Lonnie gags as the foul fruit goes down his throat. "UUUURGH! EW! Ew ew EEEEW!" He coughs before grabbing his flagon and taking a massive drink from it. He doesn't even notice the massive amount of milk spilled on his clothes. "What was that?" He asks weakly.
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Post by Nocturne on Sept 15, 2016 22:34:31 GMT
This rain is perfect, everyone is inside and making it so easy for me to get some good stories, Melanie thought, smiling a little to herself, as she sat decidedly not in a lone corner, but rather at a table near the center of the room; a great spot to listen in on the talk of nearby tables and fish for rumors and information. Melanie takes a good look around as far as she can without turning her head. She notices another man observing the patrons just like her, if a little less subtle about it. Melanie ignores the man as she looks for someone to listen to. She quickly finds someone. It's an older man, most likely in his mid to late twenties talking to a boy who can't be older than twelve, unless he's like her. They make a weird pair, Melanie remarks in her mind. Weird is always interesting. She takes a sip of a lemonade and acts like she is contemplating the midnight blue berry with red markings that was placed before her, rather than listening in on the conversation at the next table. Briefly, Melanie's mood sours as she remembers the rather buxom lady that had placed the berry there. Melanie sighs and refocuses on the conversation she was listening to.
So this kid wants to live on a ship? Melanie almost chuckles, but the smile on her face gives way to a more contemplative expression. I guess if I got on a ship at the age of ten, anyone else can do it too. I wonder what he expects from the ship life. Would it be any better than the life he has right now? Working on a ship is hard, especially when you're that young, I would know.
Melanie takes another sip of her lemonade. She eyes it appreciatively. This lemonade is great. I wonder how the berry tastes. It does look pretty nice. I don't think I've seen a berry with a pattern like this before. The berry fits perfectly into Melanie's small hand. She takes a bite of the strange berry and... strangely tastes nothing. With a shrug she downs it and makes short work of the rest of the berry. It's while she has the last of the berry in her mouth that the flavor truly hits her. She immediately recoiled at the absolutely horrific taste. Oh my god, this is revolting, what the hell! Torn between spitting it out and swallowing it, she decides not to embarrass herself and swallow the piece. She quickly takes a long drink of her lemonade in order to wash out the taste.
The boy that Melanie was eavesdropping on has very much the same reaction upon taking a bite of his fruit, though Melanie has to restrain some laughter as he pours milk all over himself. What's up with that? Someone should complain to the owner of this establishment!
Melanie gets up to do just that when she starts feeling a little strange.
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Post by FelixSparks on Sept 15, 2016 23:15:54 GMT
Jin sighed, looking the man in front of him over. The only one who'd agreed to even MEET with him about a boat, and an rumored swindler to boot. Jin knew that not every rumor was true, but this one was slightly worrying. It was only one crew talking about it, seemingly to anyone who would listen, but Jin was trying to get a boat. He couldn't let his journey end by being swindled right away. He took a sip of his pop, looking around the building curiously. Seemed like a rather popular place. Maybe he'd spend the night here before he set sail in the morning... He still needed to gather a crew, after all. He looked to Murray as two pieces of fruit were placed in front of them, speaking as Murray took a bite of his.
"So, you said you could get me a boat, right? A REAL boat, not some canoe or Dinghy. I need a working boat that sleeps at least six. If you can provide me with that, I'll pay up front our agreed upon price. Of course, my other offer still stands. A place on board, and an equal share of the profits we make." He hadn't hidden his agenda from this Murray, figuring that it hadn't been necessary. He WAS on Oak Island, after all. Maybe the Marine Presence wouldn't be so large here... He picked up the silvery fruit in front of him, curious. It was a little smaller than an apple, just big enough to eat in one bite.
Wondering where they had gotten such an interesting fruit, he popped it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it fairly quickly, as it had no taste while in his mouth. He looked over to Murray, puzzled. "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a...." It was then that the taste hit him. It was like death in his mouth. Every fiber of his being wanted to evacuate the contents of his stomach, and his body informed his brain that it WOULD happen, with or without clearance. Jin stood, a bit shaky, a forced smile on his face. "E-Excuse me a moment..." He managed to spit out as he made his way quickly out of the front door.
A few moments later, with his dinner purged from his body, Jin wiped his mouth with the napkin he'd been clutching when he left the table. Whatever it was he had eaten was VILE, and he was going to have MANY words with the che... Wait a minute. Why did his arms feel so heavy? Jin lifted his arm, hoping to figure out what was wrong with it. What greeted him was not the arm he left the building with, but a large, almost winglike appendage. He looked to the other side in alarm, and confirmed that the effect did happen to both arms. It seems whatever was in his dinner had made his arms turn into wings. He couldn't think of anything that would do that except... Oh no.
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Post by JPThunda on Sept 15, 2016 23:35:13 GMT
"Ten last month, ha!," Colt barked.
The young man was sitting in the spot next to the young boy. Well, more of teetering, he had his feet up on the table and the chair balanced on its back two legs. He leaned back, the chair threatening to topple as he drained his own flagon of rum. With his cup dry, he rocked back forward and slammed his mug down on the table. "Another!"
"Good at shooting things, eh? Tch. That's an awfully big gun for such a little kid, I'd be surprised if you could even shoulder that weapon...and just as surprised if the recoil didn't knock you on your a-butt," he said sarcastically, correcting his language for the young'un and giving the kid a smirk.
He looked at the strange powder-blue fruit on the table in front of him. It was strange..he'd never seen that kind of fruit before. What's more, others in the bar had strange fruits of their own...and if their reactions were anything to go by, they all tasted like crap.
"Hey! Just what kinda fruit are these anyway?," Colt shouted at the bar, holding up the strange berry by the stem.
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Post by bloodmankey on Sept 15, 2016 23:45:49 GMT
What appeared to be a kid slipped their way inside, some paper in hand and a mask on his face. "Hrm... HRM.....HRMMMM...... Okay well I'm here now.. Wonder what the flap I'm gonna do to find someone.. Maybe I should just go back to the Shocker or something." He sighed and ordered a lemonade, knocking it down. From the rains he was soaked just about, his cape all covered in water, his hair flat and in his face. He continued to let out soft grumbles in thought.
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Post by Staruniva on Sept 16, 2016 0:53:17 GMT
Sitting at the bar of the inn was a rather gorgeous lady, with her most defining feature being very long and very out-of-place blue hair. She lifted a clear glass filled with what is most presumably water to her lips, took a little sip, and then set the glass gently on the bench top, all the while her crystal blue eyes gazed across the various familiar and unfamiliar faces of the patrons. Today's busier than usual. Must be because of the storm, the girl mused as she took note of the large number of people currently inside the inn tonight before taking yet another sip from her glass. Slowly swirling her glass around, the girl returned back to her current predicament: she wanted to set sail for the Grand Line in search of that elusive treasure known simply as the 151 Piece, but she didn't want to follow orders or be plagued by rules and regulations. That ruled out most of her options till there was only two that remained: join an existing pirate crew, or put together a crew and ship of her own. The first option she immediately ruled out for much the same reasons as she ruled everything else out, so that left her with finding a crew and ship of her own.
The girl's musings were interrupted as a few of the patrons started shouting some complaints about some Berries that most definitely did not appear normal. The girl could tell they were not normal as she had never seen Berries like them being grown on the island, and they reminded her a lot about the strange Berry she herself had eaten Arceus knows however long ago. I wonder if they know that they're eating Devil Berries, she mused once more as she took yet another sip from her glass, and she started wondering what kind of changes will take form from those Berries. It might be quite interesting to see how that turns out. She was getting distracted again, so the girl turned back to facing forward as she returned to pondering about what to do for a crew. She knows that she'll need to at least get a navigator, a cook, a doctor, and a shipwright at the very least, and perhaps a first mate to assist her in controlling the more rowdier members. With that in mind, the girl stood up and, with glass in hand, walked over to the table where the bulky man sat and ate with gusto.
"Is this seat taken?" the girl asked the large man with a light smile on her face, gesturing towards an unoccupied seat opposite of Buuta.
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Post by HeadPikachu on Sept 16, 2016 2:00:56 GMT
Busy, busy, busy...Always busy, and tonight it was even more crowded than usual! The storms always did that, though; sailors of all sort, legal and illegal, packed into the tavern to wait things out, get a room to spend the night, and try fruitlessly to hit on her. Speaking of fruits, what were these things? Gina passed out strange fruits along with the drinks, not really questioning Delilah's motives. Delilah also said she could have one after the rest were passed out to the paying customers, but she'd probably pass. Dolly sat on her shoulder, as usual, keeping an eye out and being adorable, as she couldn't really help out with the seemingly endless drinks and food Gina kept needing to pass out. Busy, busy.
Gina never heard the first complaints about the strange fruits, as she was settling a dispute between two drunk sailors over who could bed her(spoiler alert: it was neither). Oh her way back to the bar to pick up another try of drinks, a loud, drunk man held a fruit in front of her face, shouting about what it was. He was at a table with a child; he should really know his manners...In fact, why were all these children in a sailor's tavern, anyway?!
"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not sure." Gina said calmly, her attention now on the table of Colt, Ferren, and Lonnie. "Our cooks found them in the back, and Miss Delilah decided to hand them out for free, given the amount of business we have tonight. If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it, but regardless you won't be charged." She assured, assuming that was the reason he was upset. Gina took his and Ferren's empty mugs. "More ale?"
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Post by matanui3 on Sept 16, 2016 2:17:16 GMT
Truth be told, Buuta was feeling rather strange after eating that fruit. He had gotten an upset stomach from bad food before, but this was something altogether different. He was suffused with a tingly energy, which if he didn't know better, he would almost describe as...sparkly.
When the blue girl asked to sit by him, Buuta panicked - a pretty girl was talking to him! "Uh, yes, I mean no, I mean, m'lady, I mean..." Flustered, he cleared his throat and made to start again, standing up to his full height of over seven feet.
Hiding his flushed face behind a bow, he assured her that it would be his pleasure if she would sit next to him. Unfortunately, the effect was ruined as the devil berry he had just eaten chose that moment to kick in. One second, a very large man was standing in the bar, and the next moment his voice was issuing from the girl's feet, as he had suddenly become a Cleffa with sea-green ears.
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Post by flarnith on Sept 16, 2016 4:16:42 GMT
Marak sits off to the side in the corner, his large frame making it.. difficult to fit in most human buildings before being handed a blue, shiny looking berry and biting into it. It was the only thing in the way of food he's had since being pried from that barrel "Tastes like raw aluminum but hell, *takes another bite* better then starving." he then chases down the last of the berry with a pint of the darker brews.
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Post by amillaiara on Sept 16, 2016 11:14:29 GMT
Hiding in the darkest corner of the inn, curled up into herself behind the table she is sitting at, and watching the whole room with emotionless eyes sits Gwyneira. She slowly eats the small amount of food set before her to not upset her stomach, since she hadn’t eaten in about a week, sipping from the glass of water that had been brought to her. Her white hair, and white dress stick to her body from being drenched from the storm outside. She hoped that neither of her parents or brother would work up the courage to get to the inn in this storm.
As she watched the waiter hand out the free fruit, her table was no exception. As he rushes by setting the fruit down at her table, she flinches a little. She reaches toward the plain white fruit, and takes a small bite out of it. As she hears the others in the inn talking about the horrible taste she thinks to herself ’This isn’t that bad, I’ve had worse. Although I thought fruit was supposed to be sweet.’ Finishing the rest of the fruit as to not leave any leftovers behind, Gwyneira doesn’t notice a clump of her hair standing up, and a faint aura projecting from her body as she listens in on the other patrons.
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Post by Nocturne on Sept 16, 2016 13:04:35 GMT
Huh? Is all Melanie can think as a strange sensation spreads through her body. Before she can even think any further, Melanie's arms suddenly feel heavy. She raises them, only to knock over the table, shattering her glass of lemonade and likely causing all eyes to suddenly turn towards her. Melanie doesn't notice any of that however, because not only have her arms turned into huge wings, her legs are growing too. In only seconds Melanie is gone and in her place is a colossal bird that looks to be around ten feet in height. It's black at the back and red with black markings at the front, the wings end in menacing jagged claws designed to rip anything apart and the tail is long and powerful looking, similarly ending in sharp claws. It looks like a beast made for pure destruction.
The bird releases a piercing cry, a mix between a shriek and a roar, not only hurting the ears of everyone present, but also causing everything made of glass to instantly shatter into pieces, leaving more than one hand slightly bloody. Then it falls silent, as it surveys the damage that was done.
Slowly but surely another change occurs. The massive bird shrinks and shrinks, until suddenly it's only half its previous size. The head begins to transform into a human shaped one, and the legs undergo a similar change, as does the torso. Eventually standing there is a small girl with long wings on her back, a large tail and strange appendages on her head. Her face is also tomato red. It's quite apparent that she is incredibly embarrassed and angry. She attempts to sit down on her chair and pretend that nothing has happened, but with the table lying upended beside her, there's not much chance of anyone buying that. She stands up again and looks at the owner, Delilah. "What the hell did you just have me eat?" She asks quietly as the anger simmers down and gives way to wonder. She looks at her hands, feeling a new strength running through them. A small smile grows on her face. Her embarrassment is forgotten as she marvels at the wings she can feel on her back. She instinctively knows how to beat them just right in order to fly. Melanie can't help it. She has to laugh. It's a giddy laugh, full of excitement and awe. "You know what? I don't even care! This feels amazing! I can- I can fly!" She beats her wings and lifts a meter into the air to showcase this fact. Then she remembers where she is and the damage she did. Her cheeks redden a little. "Oh, um, sorry about trashing your place?"
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Post by masterblade007 on Sept 16, 2016 13:38:56 GMT
"No, no, nonononono! Get the signal back! Damn storm, nothing but static."
Meanwhile, in the rooms upstairs, a man sat at an equipment rig in his rented room for the night. This inn had the makings for a good signal point for his wiretapping. Would have been perfect if the storm hadn't rolled in to screw with the feed! And what a feed it was; the legendary Red Cap Oak and Admiral Surge! Battling it out just outside the coast! Which is about as much as he could gather from the bits and pieces of radio between the two ships. No indication of who was winning, and it wasn't likely the storm would clear before the battle ended.
A deep sigh. Pumbloom began the process of unhooking his friend snail from the rigging. Judging from the smell rising from the woodwork the night's meal had started being served. Maybe they could try their luck with a bit of food in their stomachs? At the very least it would take care of the empty feeling inside. Or the hunger.
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Dressed in his finest... torn-beyond-recognition marine coat, Pumbloom and his radio snail sat at the bar with a downcast look that could rival the storms outside. Though at first this was due to the cliffhanger the radio signal had left him on, he could now add this horribly-tasting berry to the reasons this day was terrible. Not that he'd insult the perky barmaid by lodging a complaint; this place seemed hectic enough as is. It didn't take an agent of his skill to notice the handful of patrons vanishing without paying their tabs. And all the other complaints about the food, all the children sneaking in for ale.
At least his Omanyte seemed content enough nibbling on a small salad. "Barmaid! If you've got a moment; could I have what my friend here is having? Salad looks rather fresh!"
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Post by nadodan on Sept 16, 2016 13:55:03 GMT
With all the Berries passed out Carver was starting to head back to the kitchen when suddenly a large shriek echo'd throughout the restaurant several dishes around him shattering. "What the heck was that?" he said turning toward the source reaching to rub the inside of his ear but his hand touched a smooth surface.
Near the back of the restraunt there now stood a bipedal red turtle, a large black shell around it's body smoke pouring our from the shell as Carver gasped "What's going on he said looking down at his hands red and black, 2 circlular ports in them smoke pouring out from them as well. "This...this isn't right" he said the shock triggering another change the bipedal turtle shrinking into a Torkoal.
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Post by HeadPikachu on Sept 16, 2016 14:37:45 GMT
"....MOOOOOOOM!"
Patrons were turning into Pokemon left and right! A giant man turned into a tiny fairy! Carver became a fire turtle! A GIANT DEATH BIRD BROKE HER GLASSES! Gina was understandably freaked out by all this, and started heading back to the back room to get brooms, dust pans, mops, her extra pair of glasses...And ran into her mom, coming out with all those things cradled in her arms. Gina's mom, Concordia Francine, was only three years younger than Delilah herself, and often acted as a co-owner despite 'officially' being 'just' a barmaid. Two inches taller than Gina, her hair was a lighter orange than her daughter's, rapidly graying as the old barmaid's patience ran thinner and thinner. She used to have a figure like Gina's, but childbirth and a complete loss of fucks to give has made that figure far 'softer', though she's still got plenty of muscle underneath it all. As anyone who's angered her finds out firsthand.
"I heard it, Ginny. Put on your spares and go grab some more drinks; I'll handle the floor cleanup." Franny handed a glasses case, and a fruit, to the confused and flustered Gina. "But, Carver, and that bird, and the puff-" Franny laughed and pat her daughter on the head, seeming disturbingly unfazed by all this hubbub and pokemon-changing going on. Gina shakily changed her glasses out - how were they not broken, anyway? - and put the broken pair back in the glasses case...And was this the fruit that was causing all this?! Why did Mom give her one?! WHY DID THEY HAVE THEM BACK THERE?! Getting no answers, Gina seemingly stuck both the glasses case and fruit into her cleavage, heading to the bar that was quickly filling up with more ale. Oh, and she'd need to get her kit to fix up any hands that got damaged, dammit!
As she reached the bar, the snail man staying the night asked for his salad. "J-Just a moment. Carver!...Right, he's a turtle. Danny, get this guy a salad after that next round of ale!" She shouted behind the bar, one of the cooks giving a thumbs up in-between glass filling. She grabbed a tray, piled it on with ale, and started going around, apologizing and giving more ale to the ADULT patrons, being careful to avoid the kiddos. To those that had hurt hands, she asked them to go to the bar and wait for her to patch them up. At least being busy got her mind off of the chaos.
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