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Post by kagemaru656 on Mar 28, 2017 21:47:03 GMT
Just then the Chef reappears, pushing a cart laden with dishes. "Everyone take your places, I have some special meals for you. These were chosen based on the dietary information given on the entrance so I hope these will meet yoru standards." In front of Luke, he places some wings in a brown sauce. "For you, victory wings." Before Mildred, a small dish of pasta and meat "For the madam, Guardian Pasta." Crossing over to Gil Gordon sets down a savoury jelly, bits of fish can be seen inside the jiggling exterior "Good sir, you get the "Taste of the Ocean." He then places some sizzling meat resting on a slab of slate in front of Lina "Finally we have the 5000 volt steak." He places his own plate of some kind of meaty salad at the head of the table and sits down. "The dishes may be somewhat unusual for what you're used to but I promise they will be an incredible experience. I suppose I shouldn't talk myself up too much, Bon Appetit, please, enjoy." He raises his own fork to begin eating.
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Post by lichlord on Mar 28, 2017 22:01:27 GMT
As the Chef comes back, Gil lays back into his seat.
"Guess your secret's safe for the time being, you two."
Snow puts the 'Taste of the Ocean' in front of Gil, and he raises an eyebrow. He chuckles a bit, and pokes at it with his fork.
"The things people come up with. Dinner Jello. Hahaha. Yeah, Bons Appetot, don't mind if I do."
Gil scoots his chair forward and takes a big fishy mouthful.
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Post by Tsushimii on Mar 28, 2017 22:01:51 GMT
Mildred listened with a bemused expression, giving a bit of a shrug. "Perhaps, though I held a high kingpin in the area so he might not have much choice for his particular poison," she replied, eyes turning to the pair across from them as Gil addressed them.A small laugh escaped her, awaiting the awkward responses that were almost certain to follow, at least until the chef made his reappearance.
She watched as the plates were set out, quirking an eyebrow at a few of them though it wasn't clear if it was due to the appearance or the silly names given to them. Still, free food was always something nice and as her gaze resettled upon her own plate she almost felt a little wary about it. Guardian Pasta. Now, as much as she did enjoy pasta as a rare treat she doubted there were many guardians feasting upon it. At least if they were expected to move after eating enough of it.
Her gaze swept the room once more before giving an inward sigh, picking up her fork and twirling a bit of noodles upon it; stabbing through a small piece of meat to prevent any from slipping off as she brought it to her lips. Her first bite...
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Post by kagemaru656 on Mar 28, 2017 22:11:06 GMT
Gil's mouthful is a surprise, not from some weird flavours, no, but because the vlavours are not weird. The jello is almost like a sauce to the fish, delivering a perfect combination of flavours. The Guardian Pasta on the other hand has a glorious filling feeling even as you eat. The sauce that coats the pasta perfectly blends with the choice of meat, a meat you can't quite place. Whatever it is is good. Both of you find you can't stop eating it.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Mar 28, 2017 22:35:51 GMT
Lina's attention had been darting back and forth between Gil and Mildred, preferring being kept in the dark to asking just what they had business in. Even though it was probably something exciting. It was quite the coincidence they could meet up through such a chance event, though, so that was amusing happenstance.
Her confusion reached a peak as the conversation shot over to Luke, though. She was most certain she would have remembered meeting him somewhere. At some point. Indulging Gil's guess, her attention moved to the boy beside her. Before she had the chance to do anything else, though, their host came to the rescue once more. What providence! Anyways, it wouldn't do to be so flustered before their gracious host, so Lina only made a note to correct his assumption later, wiping away her faint frown in the meanwhile.
With a name like the '5000 volt steak', she was... mildly alarmed. To say nothing of its choice of arrangement. It was a good thing he had presented it, that 'plate' looked heavy. "Of course, sir. I'm sure it will be as stunning as it looks." Really, her expertise wasn't food anyways. Who was she to question a master chef?
Yes, the steak was probably delicious, so intimidating size or no, just take it one bite at a time. Maybe it looked bigger than it was, even? Well, one way to find out...
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Post by FelixSparks on Mar 29, 2017 3:11:08 GMT
Luke was interested in the conversation between Gil and Mildred as well, but right as he was about to chime in about knowing Lina or his lack thereof, Snow appeared with their meal. He tucked his napkin into his lap as the plate was put in front of him. While the conversation between Gil and Mildred seemed a bit... worrying, there would be time to discuss it later.
The meals were based on their individual dietary information? That was a bit odd, seeing as how his sister had put the entry in for him and he had been on his adventure for a bit. Perhaps she had, correctly, assumed that he had not been getting a lot of healthy food on the trail. They were even called Victory Wings! Perhaps a testament to his wish to be a Gym Leader?
He picked one up, a bit impressed. They were rather large wings, whatever the meat came from. He held one up and took a sauce-covered bite, tasting it slowly...
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Post by kagemaru656 on Mar 29, 2017 6:31:22 GMT
As Lina takes a bit of the juicy steak, the juices fill her mouth, and then the flavourful taste hits like a shock!
Luke bites into the wings, they're spicy, with a smoked flavour underneath. Still can't place this meat, whatever it is.
With all of you eating Gordon Steeples his hands and leans in "Gil. That name you were looking for earlier. It was Willy Wonka.
"Welcome to my Chocolate Factory."
You awake on a floor. Your head is hurting, and full of gruesome afterimages… you don’t think they could be real, but?..
“I bet you’re wondering how you got here?” A voice says. A familiar voice…
A Victini, A Zygarde 10%, a Raikou and a Phione lie on a cold stone floor in a dimly lit basement. All of them are struggling to remember how they got there, why their limbs feel wrong, and that they are in fact, a Victini, Zygarde, Raikou and Phione. The Zygarde feels many small distant pulls that she can't quite place. Everything seems bigger to the Victini and Phione. Several meters of bloodsplattered floor away from these four sits a man wearing a chef's uniform. One who had recently been on TV promoting a prize draw to come eat with him. One who had recently fed the Victini, Zygarde, Raikou and Phione. Slowly... they regain a handle on their lives up to now and the magnitude of all that is wrong with this scene comes into focus.
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Post by lichlord on Mar 29, 2017 7:27:49 GMT
Gil pauses for a moment between bites, and swallows.
"No I really don't think that was-"
-Some Time Later-
"...it?"
Gil wakes up feeling like he's been hit by a train. Sideswiped, and lying there in a pool of his own bloodied confusion. It's a feeling he's sadly familiar with, but one that hasn't haunted him for a while. When he learned about how his parents didn't give two shits about him, when he was thrust into Castelia on his own, when working with the Muckrows went south and he ended up in juvie... He's not one to blame life for doing this to do him, casting blame ain't gonna get the bills paid. But man, if he 'were' the one to blame, I think being in a Tv Chef's murder basement is the time he should do it.
His first instinct is to low blow the Chef and get the HELL out of dodge, but as he stands, he topples over, and hits the ground. That's when he notices the tiles look 'really' big to him. He looks down to try to see what restraints made him trip, but see none. All he sees is... a blue top spinner thing? He looks to a nearby pool of the blood, ignoring the ghastly thoughts about WHERE that pool would have come from, and tries to use it to see his reflection. And he stumbles back when he sees some cute weird blue face looking back at him. Then he notices that Snow seems to be the only human in the room. Gil doesn't recognize the black dog at all, and the yellow one looks sorta familiar... But he freezes when he spots the orange one. That's one that his city grew up knowing. Victini. A friggin Legendary. Sittin right next to him, looking about as confused as he is. And he's a little blue Baltoy in a room full of blood. Shit.
Man this 'can't' be rea- Mildred. Damnit, this is all some sort of shitty ploy. Someone must have- ARRG!
Gil tries, and fails, to stand on his little stabby single leg, and glares at Snow, looking around the room.
"Alright, what is this? Oh Mildred 'happens' to win the contest and I just 'happen' to get the other invite. And when I'm in the same room as someone knows how to make some really messed up mind-altering drugs, I black out during dinner time, and wake up apparently high outta my brain cause I'm a blue top in a room full of legends?! If I'm even being heard by anything that 'isn't' a hallucination right now, what the hell do you want?! I told that chucklehead in Viridian that a Master Ball is 'impossible' to get, and doing this shit to me won't change that answer! You might as well ask me to find the Ark of the Covenant or the Holy Grail! So get me outta here!"
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Post by kagemaru656 on Mar 29, 2017 8:14:31 GMT
"Ah good, one of you has found their voice." The voice that speaks is Gordon's, but there is a new edge to it, a darkness even. Another façade has fallen away. How many does this guy have?
I wouldn't go blaming poor Mildred... She's the Zygarde there. Any input yet sweetie?" he coos at the black dog.
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Post by lichlord on Mar 29, 2017 8:40:11 GMT
"Ok so she's been hit too, cause you or whoever you work for is a double-crossing son of a Poochy-"
And there goes Gil again, lost his balance and smacked into the ground.
Either I'm STUPID amounts of high to where I can't even stand, or... No. Can't be. But I only got flashes since the dinner, and can really only remember... Well bad shit. Wait, did he say Zygarde?
Giving up on standing for now, Gil just sorta rolls over and looks back at Snow.
"So that's two legends? I mean I don't believe that's Zygarde, and I have no reason to trust a damn word you say. And so I'll assume that yellow one is one too, but what in the 'world' am I? Surely not a legend, I can't even friggin stand!"
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Post by kagemaru656 on Mar 29, 2017 8:49:04 GMT
Snow chuckles at Gil's failed attempts to stand, then puts on an air of empathy "Oh it can be so hard getting used to these different bodies. Why, I didn't have legs at first either, and floating is not as easy as you'd think..."
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Post by lichlord on Mar 29, 2017 8:56:44 GMT
Gil freezes when the impact of Gordon's words make their way into his brain.
" 'Scuse me?"
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Post by FelixSparks on Mar 29, 2017 23:08:28 GMT
The Victini had been shaking this whole time, trying to move and failing. Memories kept replaying, things that were abhorrent and disgusting. Devouring those wings like a man possessed, then the hunger demanding more. Clawing and screaming in his head, until he could bear it no longer. He'd resisted for a little while. He'd tried at least. But it hadn't worked. Nothing could have saved him against the feeling of his entire being demanding, howling for seconds. So he'd given it exactly what it wanted.
The ripping. The tearing. He heard voices, likely something happening. He focused for just long enough to identify Snow and Gil talking, then fell back into his memories. He replayed them, over and over, burning them into himself. There was no making amends for what he did. His team had trusted him, and he had adored them. And now they were gone. He couldn't forgive Snow for this. He couldn't forgive himself for this either. So he'd find a way to make it up.
He tries standing. Stumbles. Again. Flat on his face. He lays there for a moment, replaying the memory in his head. Of the violence. The fight. The sheer animosity. Studying it, learning this new body. It takes him a minute, but he struggles to his feet, an uncharacteristically angry and sour look on the Victini's face. They were known for being happy, right? He at least thought so.
He opened his mouth, full of those sharp little teeth that had torn through his Magmar like tissue paper and spoke. Anger roared in his voice like a wildfire, threatening to consume not only him but everything around him.
"Snow... What the hell... Did you do?!" Talking hurt. Why did talking hurt. His body ached, and everything was huge. There was a blue thing next to him, but it had Gil's voice. Why did it have Gil's voice? What had happened to them was something he REALLY wanted to know, but at the back of his mind all he could picture was pummeling Snow's face in the same way his Blaziken had tried to pummel his.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Mar 30, 2017 3:24:13 GMT
While her first bite had been, as expected, a timid, uncertain affair, that unease quickly fled in the face of such an overwhelming meal. Not even pausing between ever more frequent mouthfuls, Lina mumbled what might be deciphered into "Oh, right! I loved that movie, Mister Wonka was so tricky! But really nice, too!"
After that... rather embarrassing breach of etiquette (what would Father say if he knew she had been so rude to Gordon Snow of all people! A master in his home, serving them out of the goodness of his heart! Disgraceful...), everything went a little hazy. And then a lot hazy, punctuated by a few splotches of red. Oddly enough, remarkably similar to what visions awaited when she woke up...
The second thing she noticed, after the rather large, eye-catching pools of bl- unidentified red liquid all around them, was that she was sprawled out on the floor. And contrary to how one normally feels when they awake from fainting, there was a distinct liveliness to her... Enough to incite one to jump up! Which... led to the third realization, that she had two too many legs. Or, paws rather. Yes... paws. Hehe, who would have thought finding paws would give pause! That... why would she even...? Oh, look, people were talking!
So, their older dinner companions were a pharmacist and a... knowledgeable hobby shop owner? Not a pair that immediately sprung to mind, but good to know nonetheless! Although what such a Pokémon as that black dog would be but a Zygarde eluded her... And rationally, that meant it must be a Zygarde. Silly Gil, she'd have to break the news to him- Maybe tackle two Fletchinder with one stone, and clear up the allegations about her and Luke! Wait, first... Did that make her the 'yellow one'? Maybe he meant the Victini, although personally, she'd go with orange...
Anyways, correcting Gil. Right. Rolling over so that her (rather heavy?) head was off the floor, Lina prepared to speak. What fun~ it would be! In a hectic rush of words, she 'explained', "Oh, that's where you're wrong, Mister Gil. As plainly a Legend as the Zygarde and the Victini (don't you think he's more of an orange, though? Oh, a fiery orange at that!) are! Let's see~ Small, blue, floppy hair-thingy... No feet? You'd think a fish would have flippers at least! But Chef Snow- Oh, yes, that was a fantastic steak, definitely what I'd expect from someone so great! Why, I, heh, I kinda lost myself while I ate it... Where was I? Right! Are you feeling okay? Most people can't really float... And you have two legs, right there..."
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Post by Tsushimii on Mar 30, 2017 3:57:40 GMT
Any input yet sweetie?
The words washed over her fogged mind, conscience slowly returning though for the moment she just lay there with eyes closed. Her insides were shuddering, squirming, her mind being pulled in all directions at once. Yet her body.... oh her body... an all too familiar sensation pulled a toothy smile across her canid muzzle. Toxins coursing through her veins, yet this time the feeling wasn't stopping.
It took a moment to regain her sense, listening as the others began to wake. To find their footing. To scream and yell at the man before them... yet she lay still, the faintest shiver flowing across her muscles as her body rushed with a static tingle. A faint hiss escaped her, though no hint of pain could be heard. Rather it was almost euphoric in nature, grin broadening further.
As the other female awoke and began to speak, she let her mind drift into her memories. Flashes of her continued feast... and then the realization hit her. An almost dark laugh burst from her as she lay there, eyes finally sliding open to look upon the group through bleary gaze. Her hunger was fed. The gnawing ache that plagued her sated, for the time being, as her entire line of product filled her body. Yet even then as her mind cleared with the thoughts, the high was fading. Her face turned wide eyed, a whine escaping her as she felt her grasp fleeting away. No... NO... GOD DAMNIT she should have never opened her eyes. If she just stayed still... stayed relaxed... sleeping... it would still be there... that feeling...
She shuddered, slowly moving to her feet. Another darker, pitiful laugh escaping her as it came almost naturally to her. A stupid junkie used to being on her hands and knees to get a fix before she learned to sustain herself. Four legs just felt the same. She stood there for a while, eyes staring half-glazed at the floor as a faint growl of annoyance escaped her. She felt that need again already. Just as soon as it was gone she felt it again, clawing at the back of her mind. Yet there was something more... another hunger ached along with it. Something unknown to her for the time being... and even more but stronger points of it once again clawed in all directions. They were searching for something...
She shook her head, lifting her gaze only a moment before her body shook, lurching as a purplish black ooze spilled from her mouth. What was going on...? What was that... Her head shook once more, lifting her gaze to Snow as the black blood dripped from her maw. "...What do you want, Snow?" was the only words she spoke, her body still shaking as it grew accustom to the poison that now took it's place permanently in her veins.
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Post by kagemaru656 on Mar 30, 2017 6:17:43 GMT
"My my, seems it's a lot easier for the dogs to adjust. Good to know..." he muses aloud, before standing up and staring at the firey victory star. "No that you're all awake I will tell you exactly what I did. Well, lets start with show." Before your eyes extra purple arms appear, floating before him. His entire body turns purple and huge, until you are faced with one more mythical entity. It is about now that you all notice you have gained additional instincts. They were passively telling you that the other three legends present are probably about the same level as you, and that Gordon seemed dangerous as a human. Hard to discern that against the general unease you had felt thus far, until it was turned up to 11. Your instincts tell you whatever is before you is a lot stronger, and its mere presence is affecting the world. Auras Active: ChaosWhenever an opponent rolls to hit the possessor of Chaos Aura with a Move, Struggle Attack or Feature, they roll two d20’s and take the lower result. Whenever one of its combat stages would be lowered or be inflicted with a Status Effect as the result of a Move, Struggle Attack or Feature that hit it, roll d20; on a result of 11 or higher, the attacker is instead inflicted. ? ? ?? ? ?"As you can see, what has been done to me, so too has been done to you. All of us have gained the ability to transform into the gods themselves."He pauses, to let that sink in.
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Post by lichlord on Mar 30, 2017 7:36:50 GMT
Gil was about to yell that he didn't believe shit, but his body... His body is betraying him. The feeling of pure POWER eeking off Snow sends his senses reeling. That can't be faked, or brought on by drugs. This was real. FUCK, this was real!
And then it hits him, that those fragments of memories he's gotten, where after finishing his werido legend jello, he reached for his pokeballs and... shit.
There goes the team. To complete the feeling he had a long time ago, he was once again... alone in this. Despite his hard state of life, he can't shake the uncomfortably clear memory of him finishing off his final poke, the one he's had the longest. His partner in crime Meowth. He'll have that nightmare about it's expression for a while. He focuses on it for a moment, rather than shake it off, trying to get a little bit of rage. He looks up to the transformed Snow.
"Alright so let me get this straight. Get it all out in the air. So you invite four randos to your house, take the time to prepare us meals that make us legends. I'm going to assume that we are now to 'serve' you or some shit, right? Cause you need powered minions but still less powerful then yourselves. In exchange for this power, we get basically napped with messed up food, lose all our pokemon to whatever the hell you did to us, and now are stuck in your murder dungeon. Am I getting it right?"
Gil pauses for a moment, but doesn't really wait for an answer.
"No, it's a yes, I know it's a yes. Not gonna bother with whatever speech you are going to give me."
He finally finds he's got some sort of balance, and hops up with a clink on the floor.
"So then, why in the world did you make me basically a TOY?! I don't know the tiny blue cute thing I am right now, but I can feel power eeking out of all of ya'll. Snow's a friggin aircraft carrier. Mildred's a yacht. I'll assume that's Lina over there, she's a Ice-breaker. Luke I guess the Victini is tiny too but at least he's got some fire-power behind him. I'd at least call him a Hydroplane. Me? I'm a little tiny blue Dinghy!"
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Post by kagemaru656 on Mar 30, 2017 8:10:37 GMT
If you've ever wondered what it looks like for 6 arms to shrug at once you get to wonder no more. Gordon shrugs and merely replies "It's one thing to eat them on the spot but actually preserving them long enough to feed to others is a challenge. It was easier to grab them while they were forced into egg form, especially the Phione... That's you by the way." He then motions towards Mildred "It seems you've even answered Milly's question. What I want is your assistance in eating some more. See I've a bone to pick with Arceus and with enough of these we can go fight 'em."
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Post by lichlord on Mar 30, 2017 9:35:54 GMT
Gil stares for a moment. Did their new 'employer' just bold facedly say he wants us to fight, y'know, GOD? And after he just shrugged about Gil's situation?
Alright cool, we are all going to die. This moron will either kill all of us or get us killed. Don't think I like eith- Wait. He 'has' been dumb about this. That'll give me an advantage. Time to gamble.
Gil feigns looking concerned about the shrug, then just starts laughing.
"Dude, you've been pampered by your producers and assistants and probably can't run without cue cards on your own. Snow, have you ever played poker in your life? You just revealed your ENTIRE HAND with this! I'mma just go over here and play around in my new body while everyone else flips out and rages at you and you just give MORE INFORMATION AWAY."
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Post by ThRevanchist on Mar 30, 2017 17:32:12 GMT
So that's what was going on! Chef Snow had brought them together, fed them the preserved remains of the four Legendary Pokémon here, and now... Hmm, his choice of words was curious.
Resting her head on her paws arms, they were arms... Lina asked, "Eeh, Chef Snow? Do you mean you forced them to revert to eggs, or you just lucked out and found these ones that way? Oh, but more importantly, sir... 'Our assistance in eating more'? Wouldn't it have made more sense to eat all five yourself? That is, fight ultimate power with... slightly less ultimate power?" Wait, but that wasn't the issue, was it? Most people who had some sort of grudge against a god didn't go eating smaller ones to work their way up and strike down the Big Guy... Eh, that could come later. First: How this came about in the first place!
She would have left it at that, but it seemed their Gil-turned-Phione was still a little disoriented. Poor thing, at least he could stand now! "Mister Gil, you're being very rude to our host. Why, even young Luke had enough sense not to yell at him or make fun of him... Besides, I've never heard of someone being pampered into actual godhood; I think we should listen."
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