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| [Graded]Maids Vs Butlers; The mini event | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 16 2014, 12:05 AM (803 Views) | |
| 梟 Inara Serra | Oct 19 2014, 12:21 AM Post #11 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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Jinx made a few more noises of greeting, still not hearing anything even remotely aimed at her, she gave up. She wasn't going to shout herself hoarse over it or anything. She did notice that a fairly large menu hung in the place, and that the cafe itself seemed to have a photo or two on the walls. She was admiring both in turn when she heard a familiar voice off to her left. "Odessa Lamora is that you?" The girl turned a startling shade of red at the use of her true name. She turned quickly, finding herself face to face with a cousin she hadn't seen in ages. Another like herself, only her anomaly was on the inside. Jinx broke into a wide grin. "Hi Seraph! Long time no anything!" The girl's long black hair and striking green gaze marked her out as one of the Lamora bunch, as well as the full mouth and tall stature. She towered over her younger cousin when standing. She still held out her arms, white skin shining in the light filtering in from the window. Jinx at once loved and hated this person. With a sigh she moved forward, putting her arms around Seraph, her head coming just the other woman's diaphragm. She sighed again. "I heard you left home. Got into some old things. Naughty little one you." Seraph tweaked her nose, causing Jinx to scowl. "How are you getting by cousin?" Jinx put her chin in the air and quirked a brow. "I manage." Seraph made a face as she stepped back. She seemed to take in Jinx's outfit for the first time, and even though the girl looked remarkably clean and her uniform starched and ironed, she still frowned in disappointment. "Oh yes, I forgot you know Ophelia." Jinx's face went blank for a full 3 seconds as she remembered Ophelia. The cute little pink haired girl she had once spent a summer with hanging around with. Her parents had been friends with Ophelia's mother...or something like that. Jinx had been made to hang out with the pink haired girl for the duration of the summer. They hadn't been the best of friends, but they hadn't hated each other either. It might have been easier if Jinx hadn't been busy wandering off everywhere whenever she got a chance. From what she could remember Ophelia was a bit of a shut-in. She sighed. "What has that got to do with the price of eggs in Minstrel?" Seraph gave a laugh, her turn to be confused. "You aren't working as one of her Meido? I thought since you had on the outfit she might have.given you a job. If not... sorry for the...." Jinx interrupted with a little laugh. "Of course she did! That's how I've been doing so well on my own. By the way have you been served yet?" Serpah gave the girl a look, but she had never been able to tell when Odessa lied. She grinned back. "Not yet." Jinx turned quickly, trying to pretend she knew exactly what she was doing. She found herself taking a few wrong turns before finding the source of the voices and the kitchen to boot. "HEY!" She looked at the people milling around, suddenly hoping this wasn't a horrible idea since Ophelia wasn't one of them, "We uhm...have a customer." She gulped a little, but tried to stand tall any way, as she relayed the order Seraph had put in in a rushed single breath of words. |
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| 御 Marcat | Oct 19 2014, 02:12 AM Post #12 |
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Aka. Best Person Ever
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Muneer peered at Ophelia over the rim of his tea cup. "Well there's the family recipe, works wonders... or so they say. The thing is more like a torture sentence than a cure." He may or may not have been speaking from personal experience. Usanobi smirked from the corner, as he gorged himself on a piece of toast. He was a messy eater, filling his entire fur and whiskers with crumbs. Muneer turned around to refill his cup but before Muneer could mention the secret ingredient to his bowel-purging potion of doom, Ophelia was already gone. He wheeled about the room looking for her. "Please don't tell me she went to the butler ca-" "She went to the butler cafe." Usanobi replied flatly. Muneer looked at Oddette with concern and ran to the windows, looking outside nervously as he watched his pint-sized boss march up to the competing restaurant with a basket full of goodies. Whether her intentions was to broker some sort of deal with them or to use the offering to spy on them, Muneer did not know, but what he did know was that something like this couldn't end well. "This cannot end well." Usanobi said excitedly as he perched himself on Muneer's head, bread crumbs raining down on him with the bunny's every move. Muneer watched with a sequence of emotions, starting with mild annoyance as he watched the man who he assumed to be the head-honcho charm Ophelia. Then anger as he started to take the basket with a look of disdain on his face. Then pure, unadulterated fury as he proceeded to up-end the entire thing on the ground. "Wow..." Usanobi exclaimed. "Harsh." Muneer practically boiled over, his fists clenched so hard they turned bright red. "Why that dolled-up, pretentious, slimy, money grubbing, sonuva-" He turned away from the scene before him and started to walk back towards the kitchen. When before he was against the idea, he was starting to seriously consider Oddette's idea of just burning the place down. Not like anyone would miss them. Muneer sure wouldn't. He turned towards the staircase and back to his room where he would get dressed. A simple pair of black chinos, a white tucked in button up shirt and shoes. He rolled up the sleeves as he climbed down the stairs, an angry but determined look on his face. Usanobi watched as Muneer walked into the kitchen, all dressed for the day. "So what now?" He asked. Meat Bun put on his glasses. "We go to war." He replied. "We're going to put those pretty boys outta business." A little girl appeared at the door, entirely stealing his thunder. She was a young girl, maybe younger than Ophelia. He cocked an eyebrow at the word 'we'? Muneer was certain he had never seen her before so she wasn't staff, which was odd considering she had made it all the way to the kitchen. Never mind that anyway, the prospect of getting to work immediately caught Meat Bun's attention. "I'll get to cooking," He said. "Oddette, could you please serve the customers? A tone of politeness entered his voice as he addressed the lady, the sentence itself coming off as more of suggestion than a blatant order; partly because Meat bun was fond of Oddette, being one of the meido crew, and partly because he was just as afraid of her destructive tendencies as everyone else. Muneer went to the cupboard to retrieve a few ingredients and pans to make the food. It wasn't until he was making everything that he remembered something important. "Where's Pusheen!" "Here~" A fat cat wandered into view, it looked more like a beach ball than a cat really, but that was irrelevant. "What is it, human cook?" "We're fighting a rival cafe." "So?" "Which means we're at war and we need to make food, pronto." "So?" "We might go out of business." "So?" "We'll live on the streets..." Muneer narrowed his eyes as he delivered the deathly sentence. "Which means, no. food." That got Pusheen attention. He immediately sprang up to the counter, wearing a small pink chef's hat and apron. He moved at speeds that was physically impossible for a cat his size. Muneer smirked at his own wit as he started to saute' some onions in a pan. Edited by Marcat, Oct 19 2014, 02:13 AM.
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| 栄 Hasaki Ryo | Oct 21 2014, 07:59 AM Post #13 |
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The Ace of Tartaros
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As Carameru approached Ryo as he played guard dog, he quickly started poking fun at the obviously out of place swordsmen, telling him his glare would start to melt the visor if he kept it up, that he needed to relax as the 'customers' could pick up on his tension, and that if he kept it up Master Vile would find out. With the name drop alone Ryo got a shiver down his spine at the idea of what Vile would do to him if he caused him trouble. Leaving Ryo only one option to adhere to Camameru's request and go change into his 'uniform' for the club. " Ya ya, I hear ya, your just as damn creepy as the Master sometimes " Ryo would mumble as he walked into the club and made his way into one of the closed rooms he had stashed if uniform in hopes of not having to wear the stupid thing. After a few moments Ryo would rejoin the reception area that many of the other Hosts had started to collect customers from. As Ryo entered he stood out quickly compared to his usual casual attire there was a dramatic change, it made one speechless to think the same man would rarely bought clothes and spent most his days getting passed out drunk or picking fights with anyone who stuck his fancy would be found in a host club, let alone working at one wearing....something that could not be explained in words. Ryo's default Uniform Marching out to the floor he quickly would walk up to a young woman who seemed to be giggling as one of her friends was escorted off by one of the other hosts. " Is there..." Ryo would say pausing waiting for the woman to look at him with a curious expression. " You can come with me, if you want, If there is something you want...." Ryo would say looking away for a moment towards a empty booth " I'll get it for you. No matter what it is. " Ryo would say with a intense certainty before the woman started to blush. Acting purely on bravado at this point Ryo took the womans arm and began to escort her to one of the privates booths to begin to talk and allow her to make her requests in a comfortable position. It was obvious this wasn't normally Ryo's thing, but he couldn't allow that him to stop him, this like everything else that stood in his way he would give it his all! |
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| 栄 Ravendark | Oct 21 2014, 01:05 PM Post #14 |
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Logan Paul Dragon Slayer
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Oh yeah, you had to talk to the owner before you started working. Shit. August sort of just sat there at first as the owner of the establishment approached him and began to berate him for walking in and just blasting away on the piano. Ehhh, maybe he did have a point on that one. There really wasn't much the metal mage could say or do in defense, he was on a pretty short leash after all, this wasn't exactly the best of first impressions an employee could make. Thus August rubbed the back of his neck to rub off some of his nervous sweat, "Heheh, sorry, just got a little carried away is all boss-man!" the dark mage said, trying to lighten the rather awkward yet tense atmosphere he had unintentionally created with his (not so)mild stupidity. "I'm just slightly nervous is all, music always seems to help me think straight when I'm planning things" he said to his boss. "Oh that reminds me!" The metal mage said, realizing he had to introduce himself and all that jazz, "I'm August Bogart, just a metal mage looking to scrape together some extra cash- and you are? I found a flier looking for this place, thought I might give the butler-ing business a shot ehh?" August said, in his usual optimistic and somewhat head in the clouds mood. The metal mage undid the top few buttons to the tuxedo he was wearing, trying to take his employer's advice and look less stuffy. "Right ho, boss-man!" August would say, swiveling back on the bench of the piano the instant Carameru mentioned playing something much more upbeat than the somewhat melancholy sounds August had been making earlier. "Hmmmn...Shy eyes ehh?" August stroked his imaginary beard as he listened to his employer instruct him. How did one go about seducing a fine young patron? To be quite honest, most of the women that the metal mage had dealt with in the past were either prostitutes or women of less than clean backgrounds- he had never really gone around trying to pick up people on the fly, he was simply too busy to do so! It's not like that mattered anyways though So...Get the girls to get the money... seemed simple enough right? August seemed to think so, the equation made perfect sense in his head as he started playing the piano once more, his nimble fingers jumping around the keyboard in light taps as the many notes and tunes of the songs hopped too and fro. He would play for a while, hoping that someone might try and find the source of the music and find out who was playing. The plan seemed to work after a while though, it seemed like there was one who was curious enough to find out who had started playing the somewha nostalgic music. It was a woman, she looked somewhat closer to maybe her late twenties or early thirties, noticeably older looking than the barely-a-man August (although lets be real here he acted like a twelve year old). "Impressive, I didn't think that many people knew that song- you know the story as well perhaps?" She said, leaning against the piano somewhat as August continued to play, although he was somewhat nervous since this was his first customer after all. It wasn't that he didn't know the tale behind the tune, in fact he was familiar with it- the problem was that he needed to somehow spin it in a way to appeal to the woman currently humming along and waiting a response. Thus, the metal mage sort of tried to spin it as he went along, "It's a song about a wandering knight who constantly get's lost, he tries to help villages or towns in need but ends up only making things worse in the end- thus the story that revolves around it is often used as a farce for the current Knights of Fiore" August started, his glasses reflecting some of the light caught by the rays of sun gleaming in through the castle like windows of the building. "Not bad at all... I- oh but wait, theres more you may not know...." August said as he began to think of something believable yet romantic to say. Sooo.... how about this... "The knight was a fool of course, but he wanted the love of a woman- although she was the queen of the land and thus his quest seemed hopeless" August said, glancing up to see the somewhat amused look of the aristocratic seeming woman looking down at him as he played. "So, the knight snuck into the castle and kidnapped the Queen!" the dark mage said, causing the woman to chuckle at the story which both knew was obviously false and made up by August. "As her warriors hunted the two, the knight protected the Queen from bandits and other hazards, promising to be there for her- eventually causing the confused-yet impressed Queen to fall for the man" he said, walking a tight-rope somewhat between comedy, romance, and downright idiocy as he spoke. The woman seemed somewhat more interested though now, the signs of maybe a small blush forming? Deciding to bullshit his way through this, August just kept on going with his foolproof master plan of manly seduction, "The old king had died, eventually one night the two confessed their love for each other, drawing each other close and-" the metal mage slowed down his music, playing with one hand while he grabbed the chin of the woman talking with the other, drawing her ear close to his mouth. He could feel her shaking somewhat, not quite sure whether to find all of this as attractive or as really creepy and weird. Oh well, if August was going to go to jail again it might as well be for harassment charges instead of littering like had before. Thus the metal mage began to whisper a lot of naughty things into the woman's ear, things that the knight did to the Queen and how scandalous the whole affair was The way the woman seemed to be blushing told August that his bullshit foolproof manly plan of seduction had worked, whether if he actually was impressing her or if she just wanted something was a mystery he would never know or really care about. Either way, the metal mage stood up from the piano and snaked an arm around the woman's waist, his black and white Casablanca Effect in full swing, "Now...Let's get out of here Dollface" he said, guiding the woman back into the main foyer that she had wandered out of and over to one of the booths to start negotiating and talk about requests and whatnot. Hell this wasn't so hard- maybe he should have become a butler earlier! |
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| 博 Tenken | Oct 22 2014, 10:32 AM Post #15 |
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Hoennese and proud!
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Odette flashed a smile as some of them supported her vague idea in a general sort of sense before she turned and got her own steaming hot cup'o'joe to sip and enjoy completely. It was already clear to her it was going to be one of those kinds of mornings and since she was never more than a reluctant maid at the best of times she was quite happy to let everyone else talk it out between them. Hell, she even had her own house damn it! Just because she stayed here out of some vague shreds of goodness hidden deep down in her heart (somewhere) didn't mean she actually liked this god-forsaken place with its too-gropey customers (although none of them tried that with her any more, at least not the regulars who wanted to keep their limbs) and the stupid fucking get ups and don't even get her started on th- The coffee went down smoothly and Odette sighed in contentment, the angry thoughts fading from her mind like fireflies dying in the cold night. She vaguely registered it as Ophelia took her leave and went across the street to the café-á-la-butler and she noticed it even less when her "employer" (for want of a better word) returned... if she did at all. No, all she focused on right now was the delicious stream of chocolate-brown that moved down her throat and at once scalded but at the same time soothed the aches in her body. She'd never admit it out loud but Odette didn't feel the same in the mornings without a coffee to wake up - the others accepted theirs with some grace and some show at just waking up but for her it was more than that - it was a ritual and a powerful one she embraced to her very core. What else was there to her but those, and this one was one of the most important. Then someone asked if she could serve and she tilted her head upwards from the cup of coffee she had had pressed to her lips and her eyes opened, quiet and dull at first before blazing into existence for a moment. It was lucky -very lucky- that the question had come from a place of respect and Odette watched Muneer silently as he puttered around the kitchen before she straightened from her relaxed posture against the wall and stretched her shoulders and neck, cracking them quite audibly. "I suppose I couuuuld," she said slowly, "I've had my coffee so I probably wont kill anyone..." She was quite serious about it as she turned and walked into the main part of the café, her eyes scanning around as she looked for the source of the customer. It appeared there was a new arrival here and Odette eyed the short red-haired girl for a moment as she walked past her before stepping up behind the counter and smiling slightly at the man who now stood there, waiting semi-patiently. "And how may I help you today?" she said nicely to the person who waited there, or at least as nicely as Odette could say something to strangers... |
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| 栄 Otaku | Oct 26 2014, 12:12 AM Post #16 |
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MAGE-PRIVILEGED GUILD SCUM
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Ophelia was left standing stunned by the nerve of the man! As seconds trickled by into minutes and customers - though slightly averted by the weird girl with her jaw on the ground - continued to funnel into the butler cafe Ophelia remained locked in her own inner dialog. Was... was -- did he just hit on her?? Albeit in the creepiest way possible. AND SOMEWHERE IN THERE HE INSULTED HER CAFE... Wait, was that her brother..? Ophelia waddled her way over to one of the lower windows, though she still had to get up on her tiptoes - knuckles curled around the ledge - to peer into it. Holy crap, it totally was! That scumbag was employed by her competition?! Sure, she knew he'd lost his job a few days prior for 'fraternizing' with the owners wife, but there were plenty of other gigs he could have taken! The nerve of this guy! Oh, he was in for it now.. sibling rules of fair play be damned, this was backstabbery of the highest order! When Ophelia snapped out of it she immediately lifted the hem of her skirts to untuck a compact phone from her garters, hunching over the thing to begin madly attacking the buttons! She had a few favors to call in. She'd show that bastard... ..... ...
True to their words, within 20 minutes a horde of gorgeous and very, very angry ex girlfriends arrived in a dustdevil of ill-will, blowing past the heart-customers exiting as well as those who had been waiting in line for ages to enter. They meant business and they weren't taking any prisoners! Only a few even bothered to address Ophelia (though the ones who did regarded her with adoring sympathy before their scowls slipped back into place and they advanced on the butler cafe). Sabotage complete! Ophelia, for her part, had made use of the time to procure a bottle of pink spray paint which she applied to the sign the butler cafe owner had hung... X-ing out his intentions to replace it with the words 'MAIDS VS BUTLERS, ps that was really rude what you did to my muffins. I didn't even put any laxatives in them even though Meat Bun knows how to do that'. Some unintelligible super tiny script followed as she carried on in her rant even after running out of realestate on the sign. Ophelia chucked the empty can onto the previously immaculate lawn of the butler cafe before taking her self-satisfied smirk back across the street to her own business. With a megaphone in hand she stood on the stoop of the bishoujo-ai to announce the terms of the challenge she was imposing. *kkkkkhhhh.. the megaphone keyed up* CAN YOU HEAR ME MISTER FOXXY PERVERT?.. khhhhh.. YOU THINK YOU'RE SO COOL WITH YOUR TIGHT PANTS THAT MAKE YOUR BUTT LOOK EXTRA GOOD AND YOUR BIG CASTLE WITH ROSES, LIKE, EVERYWHERE AND STUFF MAKING IT SMELL SO NICE AND INVITING TO THE MAIDENS WHO SEEM TO BE HAVING A LOVELY TIME WITH THE VERY BISHOUNEN GENTLEMEN YOU'VE HIRED.. uh.. I mean.. THIS IS WAR! IF YOU WANT OUR SPOT YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO OUT-SERVE US WHOEVER GETS THE MOST CUSTOMERS WINS! LOSERS FORFEIT... THEIR UNDERWEAR. |
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| LunarCataphract | Oct 26 2014, 02:23 AM Post #17 |
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When Adrian wasn't entertaining female clients by serving the food and beverages, playing video games with them (which he always seemed to be cursed to lose at and get cutely dejected about) or just being plan gosh damn adorable, in both dinosaur and human form, he would gaze out over the street towards the Maid Cafe. The take over mage had no idea what the building across the street event was, and at this moment he really didn't care, but if the brown haired boy knew of the conflict brewing between Ophelia and Caramesu then he would undoubtedly care about the Maid Cafe across the street. Adrian knew little about the apparent rivalry between the two buildings but if he did then he'd question it, after all the Maid cafe appealed to a mostly male clientele while the Butler Cafe mostly appealed to female customers right? As that was the case then really did the two establishments even need to fight? In Adrian's mind that answer would be a no but as I said he currently knew nothing of the rivalry. Turning back from the window to his customer, who had been counting out the money she owed the butler cafe, Adrian slowly came to a surprising realisation, he was popular with more of the customers than he thought. This was surprising to the dinosaur mage as while growing up he had never really gotten on well with girls of his own age group, of course the town he spent most of his life growing up in had no one even close to his age group so this point is mostly moot, but despite that the mahogany haired cutie was still fairly surprised by his popularity with the customers. The girl Adrian had been spending the past half an hour or so with paid her bill and left, which gave Adrian a few moments of breathing room. With a few moments of breathing space the take over mage looked out the window again and saw the pink haired girl that had been talking with Caramesu still there, yet unlike before she was standing with her jaw dropped. Adrian half considered going out to see if the girl dressed mostly in pink was okay but those plans were soon dashed as another female, one who looked a lot older and more mature than the last, swooped in and sat next to Adrian. This female took Adrian's left hand and smiled at him sweetly as she asked for him to have lunch with her followed by having a photograph taken and unsurprisingly, playing video games and getting to ride around on one of Adrian's dinosaur forms. By the time Adrian had gotten through all of these tasks on his little mental checklist and returned to the cafe, the pink haired female from before had returned. Adrian's current customer paid and left pretty quickly which meant the take over mage would be devoting his attention to the next one but before he could do a voice amplified by a megaphone carried through the air. Apparently the maiden with pink haired was now challenging the Butler Cafe to war and Adrian had only really one response to that, to walk outside and approach Ophelia. Not only did Adrian not understand why war had been declared on his new place of employment but neither did the notion of losing his underwear exactly appeal to him. To shift through the crowd and avoid being sent back inside by Caramesu wasn't the easy thing in the world but Adrian managed and was now standing in front of Opehlia. "Uh..miss?..Can I ask why you declared war on us?...I'm not..really sure what we did to uh...well I don't get why you're declaring war on us. Plus I'd like to keep my underwear..." Being one of the most innocent minded people around the take over mage had no idea what he had just exposed himself to and it was going to bite himself in the ass. The take over mage wasn't prepared for the amount of Maiden in Pink fury he was about to become victim to. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Oct 29 2014, 04:11 PM Post #18 |
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Jinx cocked her head to the side as she looked at the man and the.. erm, cat...that were preparing to cook. It seemed between the two of them they had cooking handled, even if they had to threaten the cat to make him work. The woman, on the other hand, apparently named Odette, was more than happy (ish) to get down to business. Jinx turned on her heel, and moved through the cafe. It apparently catered mostly to males, and to the few women (Like Seraph) who were interested. She wasn't sure what to do with herself now that she had gotten everyone up and moving. War huh? That's what they had been saying in the kitchen. She put a finger on her chin, trying to puzzle it out. She didn't quite understand what they were on about, but if there was a a war she was bound to be on Ophelia's side. She did have some sense of loyalty to pinky after all. No matter how long it had been since they had seen each other. "Excuse me little red?" Jinx turned to face a tall man helping himself to a booth. She sauntered over, a smile on her face. "What can I help you with today sir?" She gave one of her most charming smiles. Might as well play the part she had set for herself, she thought with an inward sigh. "I need two of the day's specials, and a biscuit box to take home, if you be so kind. Jinx hoped there weren't any follow up questions to go with her taking that order. Would you like fries with that? came to mind, but she didn't think this was the kind of place that served fries on the side much. She just nodded once decisively and skipped back to the kitchen to yell at the cooks. "I need two specials and a biscuit box to come later for carry out! PLEASE!" She skipped back toward the front, noting as she did the sound of the megaphone outside. She opened the door curiously, only to see her long ago friend screaming at the café across the street. Well, not technically screaming, but yay megaphone for making it feel like screaming. Jinx on the other hand walked right out, (the woman from before was still clearly visible, the old bat one). Jinx waited til she was right behind Ophelia and then jumped up, full of enthusiasm. "YAH! THIS IS WAR! YOU STINKY MEANIES ARE GONNA GIVE UP YOUR UNDERPANTS!" She stuck her tongue out at the place across the way, and put her hands next to her ears and crossed her eyes. "Nah nah na nah nah!" May have also come out of her mouth. "Oh! I have a customer to serve." She jumped like someone had pinched her when she remembered, at the same time she gave a quick wave to her friend, "Hi Ophelia. I'm helping out, hope you don't mind!" This was spoken over her shoulder as she ran back inside to make sure more people didn't need help. |
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| 栄 Ravendark | Oct 31 2014, 02:12 PM Post #19 |
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Logan Paul Dragon Slayer
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Well that was one down, now what? August found himself walking out of one of the many rooms about a half an hour later, the woman he had been 'butlering' had left in a hurry after their time was over. She promised to put in a good word for the place however, although the metal mage didn't really care all that much- money talked to him right now, not prestige or having the superior host club. Thus, he waved goodbye to the mystery woman as she ran off out of sight to do whatever mystery women did. Standing in the doorway of the large castle like cafe, August was about to turn and walk back inside when he saw some girl come out with a megaphone and start going on about- wait... what WAS she going on about? August was sort of confused at what was going on- although he got confused anyways most of the time either way. Were they competing? Oh hell they were! The metal mage realized that they were going to have a competition going on alongside a bet- thus August internally went, "Fuuuuuuuuu" before spinning on his heels and hustling back into the cafe. He hadn't been trained for this! Maybe he should ask the butlering union to do- what did the manual say? Was he insured for any of this? All of these questions and more were flying through the metal mage's head as he tried to ask him self the eternal question, 'what is love- what is life- what is butler' before entering the main lobby where a multitude of young maidens were being entertained by some of the other butlers of the cafe. There a lot more people inside than before- a few seemed quite in a dapper mood while the others looked like bats out of hell. What was his manager doing? What was he supposed to do? RAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH! "Deep breath- I'm cool, I'm fine, I'm fine" August said to himself, talking himself down from his redundant self-rage. Perhaps it would be a good idea to start by finding another woman to employ him? Yeah, that seemed like the best thing to do- maybe if he just did what he was doing before and pretended that nothing was out of the ordinary things would go back to the way they were. But how? What could he do that would bring in more people than the opposition? Wait... There was only one thing to do in a time like this- he had the power inside of him all along, he just had to set it free!... He needed a music montage. The room seemed to darken. Fog mysteriously rolled out of nowhere. Music started to play even though there we no instruments nearby. "Everybody- Rock your body.... Everybody- Rock your body right...... BACKSTREETS BACK- ALRIGHT!" Oh dear God... Just like that the metal mage was off. The music intensified and grew louder, despite there not seeming to be a source of the music nearby- slowly but surely, a few of the younger maidens began to wander into the music room, interested to see where the singer and song were coming from. Hell yeah. |
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| 栄 Hasaki Ryo | Nov 9 2014, 06:08 AM Post #20 |
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The Ace of Tartaros
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As Ryo made his client comfortable at the table and sliding in aside her pouring her some champagne. He would look at her calmly, " your so.." Ryo would say as he raised his hand and swung his arm behind her. On the inside of his hand was a small list of words that seemed to have been scribbled onto it in preparation for this sort of situation where he had to sweet talk a client. " gorgeous miss, just looking at you makes me want to charge off and destroy Bosco in your name. " Ryo would say recalling a few tips and phrases the manager had told him to use as he knew he wouldn't be able to be as smooth or skilled as many of the other hosts would be when it came to wooing women. Before Ryo could continue to drive home with train wreck waiting to happen some girl with a megaphone started to shout speaking all sort of garbage outside the host club. Ryo's eye twitched as he went to open his mouth to continue to attempt to woo the young lady but only to be interrupted by the loud girl. It was only after the girl screaming out side had stopped did a light bulb go off in Ryo's head. " Underwear? " Ryo would say in question to the loud girls challenge, but it also triggered something more...something way worse then her challenge. " Right that's a done thing aint it " Ryo would say as brushed the young lady he had been trying to woo's hair from her face. " I know what your waiting for..." Ryo would say as he quickly rushed to his feet and stood in front of his booth with a confident aggressive stance. " You want to know what your buying into, that I'm not just for plum show. " Ryo would say as he gripped a hold of his own jacket and with a swish and some slightly magical trick to his clothes he was standing before the young lady and half the club mind you in nothing but his boxers. His lean muscular body on display, his torso and arms dotted with scars of all kinds, all for his client to behold as Ryo stood with a confident smirk. " I'm the real deal, not some sort of knight with polished armor but a knight with well used armor! "Ryo would say boldly as he placed his arms behind his head just letting the moment unfold unknowingly putting on quiet the show for not just his client but many other girl and women in the club who hadn't been attended too just yet. |
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