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| geomease | Dec 17 2017, 08:06 AM Post #31 |
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Cream Pye’s dish was coming along, she had chosen a potato dessert, which played to her specialties, but it was a fairly time constraining process, and she wouldn’t have a moment to spare. Comparatively Maxine’s dish, using her patent pending ‘Microwave’ was blazing through, at this rate she’d get her dish out first, giving her an advantage when it came to the judging portion as they’d get first taste of her dish, meaning Cream’s would have to live up to its standard, and that the judges pallets might be thrown off. Then again, if she was serving up a main entre, then her dessert coming afterwards was only natural. Yes that’s how she’d win, using Maxine’s strength and making it her own! “Heh, go ahead and finish early, I’ll be the one to have the bigger climax kid! Shit that sounded dirty…” Cream swore to herself, kicking herself to remember Maxine was 2 years younger than her and still technically a minor… depending on the part of the world you were in. Places like Japananan had a bizarre age of consent of like… 13, gross. In any case Cream continued o finish up her dish even as Maxine brought her spread over to the judges. She served rune Guy, and the 2 other nondescript judges, who we’ll just call Gordon Ramsey and Julia Child for this storyline. “Alright yo, dishes are up hot outta the oven, dig in man!” Maxine exclaimed, showing off the spread of potato dishes she prepared. It was a large spread of food, no doubt meant to overwhelm the appetites of the judges. There were potato pancakes, twice baked potatoes, potato cheese soup! It was an overwhelming array of dishes prepared in a mere hour. That was the power and benefit of Maxine’s Microwave over, she could put out an obscene amount of dishes in a fraction of the time compared to a conventional oven. They were all even pretty good too, and the judges would have a full 15 minutes to sample or eat more before time ran out. Maxine flashed Cream a cocky grin, and Cream could almost hear her thoughts without any words spared between them. “Heh, now do you see the power of the modern world? My microwave can’t be beaten, by the time your dish is done the judges will be so full that yours will be like a chore to taste. Also you really should see a doctor and think about cutting back on the alcohol-” “Don’t tell me how to live my life you!!” Cream suddenly snapped at Maxine, shouting from across the room at what she perceived the girl might be thinking about her definitely nonexistent alcohol dependency. I mean come on, we need water to live and we don’t go around saying the world have a water dependency right? The same must hold true for alcohol, its basic science fact. Still Cream pushed the girls taunting out of her mind and put the finishing touches on her dish with 5 minutes to spare. She came over with 3, light fluffy looking pastries, and set one down before each of them “These are like, my special Leek and Potato Galette, with pistachio crust, fresh from a REAL oven.” Cream aka ‘Jessica Goldenrod’ exclaimed, serving up the sweet smelling potato dish for the judges. Compared to the huge meal that Maxine served, full of heavy and salty flavors, Cream went for the opposite angle, light, fluffy fare meant to finish off a meal and cleanse a pallet of the salty buttery main dish. Which dish would taste best, was now up to the judges. Edited by geomease, Dec 17 2017, 08:07 AM.
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Dec 17 2017, 10:55 AM Post #32 |
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Cream Vs Maxine, the first round. The hero leant against the table, his elbows down and his chin resting on his hands. He watched with eagle eyes, inspecting each of the contestant’s decisions carefully. On one hand, the kid had some sort of device which made cooking rather easy, one the other he could see the blonde stressing herself out, but working hard. A small smile could be seen behind his hands as he looked forwards to being fed. But first, perhaps he should talk to his co-judges. One was an older woman, smiling ear to ear as if she was stuck doing so, with curly dark brown hair. Next to her, a middle aged man with a frown on his face, lighter blond hair and critical analysis of the battlefield before him. He looked very serious about all this, rather interestingly. “Phew, I can’t wait to try what those two make. A potato theme… I suppose these is a lot you can manage with just a few spuds” The hero spoke, not really understanding food one bit and so being the odd one out completely here. The other two looked at him, the woman chuckling a little to herself and the man… Well he looked like he was about to scream at him for something. Thankfully though, he kept quiet, and sat back in his chair after a while. This was probably for the best, as if he got mad when Cream came around she wouldn’t have a chance. The child spoke… Weirdly, but Rune-Guy supposed he could relate to odd speech patterns. The hero grabbed a fork, deciding to begin with what seemed the most interesting, the pancakes. You made these with… Eggs and dust and stuff usually right? So, to make them with potato seemed kind of weird to him. However when it came to trying it… It was actually rather pleasant. He smirked a little bit, next sampling… Well this was clearly a potato, but it had some stuff on top, maybe cheese or… He couldn’t tell, but he found himself liking this dish too! In fact, it was something rather unique which he’d never sampled before, which certainly awarded points. To think today’s contraptions would provide such a unique taste. Finally was the soup, which was… Well, soup. Unlike the other two dishes he wasn’t so crazy on this, though it was still pleasant. In a hushed tone he turned to his fellow judges and spoke: “Not bad, not bad at all. I’m liking the… Uh… Potato one, the whole potato. It’s… Artistic” “I expected stodge on a plate with that box thing there making this, but these are actually quite pleasant. Certainly a range of dishes for such a limited time. Could have used a pinch more seasoning in the soup though” The hero silently cheered. This knowledgeable angry man had actually agreed with him on something, the soup was slightly off! And this would be Maxine’s downfall for sure. Meanwhile the older lady besides him was still eating away, thoroughly enjoying herself. He pondered if she’d make it through all the rounds, after all there would be seven rounds, meaning fourteen lots of meals to try. Was his maths right? He didn’t know. After a while finally it was Cream’s turn to present her food, and boy did it have an exotic name. Although… Wasn’t that a type of deer? Maybe he was thinking of something else, he couldn’t tell. Nevertheless, he was eager to try it. A dessert made of potato, that sounded almost preposterous to him, but he was sure that she had pulled it off. Using the side of the fork he cut away at a triangular slice of the potato creation, before stabbing it and bringing it to his lips. It… Smelt nice, and it looked rather pleasant. When he tasted it… It tasted good! She really knew what she was doing, although he still did question her powers being used in her meals. It was a lighter food compared to the others, and what she lacked in variety of dishes she made up for in… Flavour he supposed. Very unique. “Wow, I didn’t expect it to taste anything like this. It’s kind of… Sweet, but I can taste what I think is cheese which is nice too” “Oh, I can’t help myself when it comes to sweeter dishes. I… I’ll just have another bite or two” The older lady chuckled, taking a surprisingly large chunk out of the Gazelle and eating away at it. Rune-Guy quietly celebrated again, he was really getting good at this whole cooking thing! Or, the tasting part anyway. He nodded with agreement to this old lady, but noticed behind her the angry looking man had remained quiet this time, though he was sure he could see him nodding, if only a tiny bit. Looking over to the blonde who had cooked this meal up, he wondered if she’d made this intending to provoke a reaction in the older lady, or if it was by chance. It was only now that the hero noticed three note pads in front of them. Well, they were closer to notebooks, as they were pretty large. He watched as the other two took theirs in hand and began writing, concealing it from the others. He supposed this was where they would write their answers, which just made him feel like he was sitting a test paper or something. Taking a hold of the book, he wrote in big letters his choice. In case it wasn’t obvious who it was, he even added a little stickman drawing of his choice, with surprisingly accurate anatomy, which was pretty impressive seeing as it was a stickman. They then placed their books in front of them, and when told, they would flip them over, revealing who had won this first round. “This is awfully exciting. I wonder who’s gonna win this, and I wonder what the other contestants will bring us after this. I’m looking forwards to that burger round, though I like custard too” He chortled, before the countdown to flipping the pages to revealing their votes begin. A little drumroll went off in his head as finally they flipped their pages at once. Gordon chose Maxine, whilst both Julia and Rune-Guy chose Cream. Appealing to an old ladies sweet tooth, how clever. |
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| geomease | Jan 10 2018, 08:14 AM Post #33 |
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It took every ounce of self control for Cream Pye to not pass out when senpai Rune Guy gave her that coveted notice she wanted so bad. Only a lifetime of self discipline prevented her from ripping her clothes off, leaping across the table, and taking the super hero she craved the touch of for so long right then and there in front of everyone in the stadium. She just had to keep repeating to herself like a holy mantra. “Let it go for now, we’ll jump his ones later. For now, gotta win this contest… and gloat obviously.” Cream thought to herself as she spun on her heel to face a disappointed and pouting Maxine. Cream had to give the young girl at least some praise, she was talented, and that ‘Microwave’ contraption of hers had some scary potential t make a chefs job obsolete. Still she extended a hand to shake the girls, showing good sportsmanship to her at the very least. Cream proceeded to do a short victory dance that was perhaps a bit too heavy on the pelvic thrusting and crotch grabbing as she scooted her way off the stage for the next competitors. The remaining round of contestants was brutal. Bargler was up against the Ron ‘The Don’ MacDonald and he didn’t stand a chance. He was so determined to win, and yet the Don crushed him like an ant. Gwendolyn proved herself to be as good at cooking as she was at rolling, and she won by a 3 to 1 margin against D’Arby who was out of his element when it came to fish. The General made the mistake of making prolonged eye contact with the Grimace. It was like he was caught in a transfixing stare, and he ended u not even having a finished dish by the end of the match, and his skin had gone pale. The Grimace won by default, and never spoke a single word. And so the finalists were Ron ‘The Don’ MacDonald, Gwendolyn ‘Smug Face’ Wendolyn, Jessice Goldenrod (Cream Pye in disguise) and The Grimace. They were all given a quick break, and as much as Cream wanted to see out Rune Guy for a quickie in the broom closet, she had some stiff competition and needed to concentrate. “Nyahahaha you actually made it, not bad, then again you were up against a child so you kinda had it easy. Well hate to bust your bubble but looks like you’re up against me in the next round, and I’m not about to pull my punches against a rookie like you. But I’ll tell ya what, I might have a spot for an intern, you might have SOME small bit of talent. Once you lose, I’ll take you on as my apprentice, aren’t I nice?” Gwendolyn taunted, leaning over Cream and smirking that stupid smug sexy freckled face of hers at her. Cream sizzled with seething rage, and Gwendolyn knew it. She needed to shut her up, but if she responded she’d just be falling into her game. “But hey, look at the bright side, the whole world saw how you beat some child with an untested box thing, that’s like, something right. They know that at least compared to kids barely out of diapers you’re a comparatively better chef. Why they just think that you HHHMMPPHH!!!” Gwendoyln continued before finally being shut up as Cream jumped to her feet, grabbed her by the shoulders, threw her against the wall, narrowed her eyes at her, and slammed her lips against hers. Gwendolyn was shocked to say the least She was expecting some violence, hoping for it even to get her opponent thrown out, she was not anticipating the sudden lusted affair and oh wow what was she doing with her tongue, how was that even possible. Her thoughts became a muddled jumble as she was torn between outrage, disgust, and excitement. Her hands couldn’t decided what to do, pushing against her shoulders one second, trying to pull her closer the next, and exploring the blondes back and its soft yet supple features after that. Finally after a good 30 seconds of snogging Cream pulled away, leaving Gwen’s pale skin a bright cherry red. She spun her around gave her ass a swift kick, and sent the stunned girl scampering away in a fluster. Cream took a deep, calming breath, licked her lips, and thought to herself. “Huh… tastes like hotdogs…” She muttered as she went back to her mental preparation. She had released a good bit of the frustration and tension she had been building since seeing Rune Guy, and with luck Gwendolyn would be at a mental disadvantage after the public display of affection to properly prepare herself. She looked across at The Don and The Grimace who were staring wordlessly at each other. Somehow, despite that very act reducing The general to a pale hapless wreck, The Don was able to keep eye contact without flinching the entire time. There was some unspoken rivalry between the two of them, Cream was thankful she wouldn’t have to go against either of them this round. Though she’d have to prepare to go against one of them if she bested Gwendolyn. Meanwhile a certain Marine was glaring at Jessica from a distance. This mane was extremely distinct, first off he was clearly a fishman, and no normal human could have that shape. He was a short man, standing at a mere 4’9. He had a distinctively rectangular body, with yellow skin marred by pock marks and numerous craters related to his species. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the roster. This ‘Jessica Goldenrod’ was just… off. He picked up his den den mushie and called the HQ. “Yes, this is Marine Captain Robert Trousington. I want you to run a background check on a Jessica Goldenrod and give me the results right away.” He ordered, his voice unusually high pitched and squeaky, with a nasally undertone. Something fishy was going on, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jan 10 2018, 10:16 AM Post #34 |
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The other contestants weren’t particular interesting to Rune-Guy. Or… More accurately, he’d been paying attention to Cream because he wanted to let her win (totally a hero of the competition) but had also been enjoying the dishes set out before him. Rather foolishly he hadn’t been picking the lesser of the dishes so that she would be against easier opponents, but had actually just been choosing whichever tasted or looked nicer, or the one which stuck out more. The creepy clown managed to prove himself in his round of the fight, and almost out of spite the hero hardly even touched the Bargler’s food. How entertaining, he’d been allowed to choose whether the guy he didn’t like won or not. Meanwhile that annoying girl had managed to be quite impressive in comparison to the gentleman she’d been faced against, and again the hero had opted to vote her through to the next round. The old man that he’d tried to throw out of the competition had in fact not been removed, though it appeared his old age had eventually kicked in and his attempt at a meal hadn’t even been finished. He had sympathy for the man of course, but just… Not that much of it. “Whew, what an impressive first round. I’m impressed by that lot for sure. Any favourites?” “Why would I pick a favourite? That will just encourage favouritism or end up letting me down. All competitors have proven to be capable chefs, that’s all I can say” As usual, the angry man spoke rather condescendingly to the hero. Perhaps he didn’t like him, though who wouldn’t like him?! Well… Whatever, as long as he didn’t have anything against Cream right now. Perhaps he recognised the hero though… Maybe that was it, maybe he’d seen his bounty poster. The fact that such a magnificent hero could end up with numbers on his head having not even committed a crime was preposterous. He was a hero, a saviour. He’d helped the marines back in the Blues, and then they’d betrayed his trust and given him a bounty. He was losing focus though. “I suppose so. We’ll have to see what this next round brings, though that clown is a little… Unnerving” He spoke more to himself now, as he looked across the crowd at the creepy man. He stuck out like a sore thumb, and currently simply stood there, staring straight back at the judges… Unnerving to say the least, but the show had to go on… Man he really was creepy. The hero looked away, pondering what it was about that guy that put him off. Maybe it was the hair, totally uncool. |
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| geomease | Jan 27 2018, 09:02 AM Post #35 |
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Cream took her time mentally preparing herself, coming up with a plan for her dish. The theme was ‘sweets’ which was Creams figurative bread and butter. She could probably craft her dishes with her eyes closed, but that didn’t mean she should take her opponent lightly. For as much of a troll as Gwendolyn was, she didn’t want to underestimate her. She stepped onto the field, the cheering crowd roaring and hooting at her and Gwendolyn. There were cat calls, calls for a cat fight, and one crazy lady waving her cats in the air even. It was just a hairball away from being a total catastrophe. Cream and Gwendolyn met and shook hands; Cream gave her a smirk, which Gwen managed to meet, collecting herself against the confectioner. The match began, and both of the girls got to work. Gwendolyn was going for some sort of iced dessert based on what she was pulling from the fridge. Cream meanwhile was going opulent. She could easily create creams and sugars I the right consistencies and flavors with her natural creamy abilities, though she had to do so as discretely as possible. The two competitors were a blur of culinary creation, whipping up a masterpiece in the scant 1 hour they had to work with. For a normal chef, this would be highly constraining for a proper cake, but Cream was no ordinary chef. She was in her element now, and she had an idea, and inspiration. She put her skills to the test, producing vast volumes of batter, icing, and cooking them into shapes that defied expectation and even gravity. She had to tweak the density of many portions to act as structural stability, but eventually she finished her masterpiece with seconds to go. The entire thing carefully covered with a cloth so as to not ruin the surprise. Gwendolyn finished first, her dish a series of simple frozen treats in plastic and paper cups. It looked chinsy at first, but the taste was top notch. The ‘Frosties’ as she dubbed them had a nearly perfect taste, chocolate and vanilla offered. They were simple, pure, and if her word was to be taken, deceptively complex to make. What stood out most was the texture, it wasn’t a solid, wasn’t a liquid, it was somewhere perfectly in between. Whether it was with a spoon, or a straw, you could always just drink just enough to entice the appetite without over saturating the pallet. Cream might have even been worried if she wasn’t one of the best bakers alive (in her humble opinion anyway) “Not bad, but let me show you what a REAL cake looks like!” Cream boasted, pushing her dish on a giant rolling stand over. It was easily nearly twice the size of her, how could she have made so much in such a short amount of time? Cream threw off the sheet to unveil her elaborate cake culture. It was entirely made of cakes, or perhaps several cakes carefully arranged. It depicted a cake modeled after Cream Pye, standing with one foot on top of the Bargler, laying belly down with X’s for eyes. Gwendolyn in cake form was wear torn, tattered clothes’, and clinging to Cream’s leg in a Fabian pose. Cake Cream’s left arm was placed confidently on her hip, as she leaned forward. In her cake counterpart’s hand she was holding a platter, and on that platter was another cake, one modeled exactly like the giant elaborate cake sculpture but smaller. And if one looked even closer still, they could see that in those tiny cakes outstretched platter was… an even tinier version. “I call it ‘Recursive Victory a La Goldenrod’ Bon Apatite; the whole thing is edible… except the platter, that’s just a regular platter, don’t eat that.” Cream exclaimed, relishing in the stunned faces of the judges at the supremely elaborate cake she whipped up in no time at all. Gwendolyn was staring mouth agape, arms limp at her sides. Whereas her dish had been simple, pure, and straightforward Cream’s was complicated to the point that was starting to defy Euclidian geometry… perhaps she’d been spending to many nights inside their living tentacle ship, the mind of that eldritch being touching her subconscious and twisting her thoughts to comprehend beyond the likes of mortal men. “So~ Who wants to eat me first?” Cream exclaimed, gesturing for any of the judges to dig into her dish. Meanwhile in the background Trousington watched with amusement. He had seen her producing the substances from her body, but he could tell with his observation haki it wasn’t a devil fruit, curious. A lesser ranked Marine came over and saluted him, handing him the report. Nothing, there was no record of a Jessica Goldenrod, or anyone meeting her approximate description anywhere in the records. Which means that had someone incognito, but who. As a precaution they ran her description through the bounty board database, but didn’t come up with anything matching a dark skinned girl with straight blonde hair. He was going to have to dig a bit deeper, he couldn’t outright accuse a contestant, let alone a shoe in for the finalist position without any proof, and it would be against the spirit of the games. Jessica Goldenrod was registered down by the dock, perhaps an inspection of her ship would turn up some evidence. “Gather a team and meet me at the docks, we have some investigating to do, I have a hunch on this one.” Trousington ordered, turning on his heels and walking off, his polished black shoes squeaking with every step like a rubber dog’s chew toy. Back at the arena it was clear Cream’s elaborate cake had won, and she delivered a scathing victory dance in Gwendolyn’s direction, followed by whispering in her ea that she was invited to a planned Ménages a trios way with her and D’Arby later if she wanted in. Just because they were enemies didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate how hot the ginger girl was. Cream’s next and final opponent would be Ron ‘The Don’ MacDonald. It was a narrow match between him and The Grimace, but ultimately the Purple Gumdrop man lost narrowly to him. Though the match seemed to make even Ron sweat a bit. Admittedly Cream was a tad nervous about her next match. She performed so well against Gwendolyn because she had gotten lucky and drew her specialty, she wouldn’t be able to replicate that kind of culinary skill with any dish theme. That and she was still scared that if she won that Ron would take a baseball bat to her knees, she liked her knees, they were her favorite knees in fact. Dish it up
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jan 27 2018, 10:15 AM Post #36 |
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As Cream and… Jenifer? It didn’t matter, but whoever they were, as they took the stage the hero leant back in his chair again, his bare feet hitting the table hard, causing everything on it to jump slightly. Placing his arms against the back of his head, he leant back in his chair and looking up to the sky, taking a heavy breath. He felt kind of… Bored. These two boring judges besides him weren’t all that much fun, and he didn’t care for another lecture from that angry guy. So instead he kept his eyes shut, breathing slowly and… An image appeared before his eyes, that… Clown. His face, his eyes… Boring into the man’s very skull. “What the hell is…” He began to shout, before remembering where he was. Suddenly sitting up in his chair and lowering his legs, he focused on steadying his breathing. That stupid clown was getting to him, and he was certain he’d never had a phobia or anything like that… Shaking his head to clear his mind, he looked around, noticing the other two judges looking questioningly at him… Well, the old lady seemed to be, the angry guy seemed… Angry that the hero was so noisy. Rune-Guy narrowed his eyes at the man briefly, raising two fingers to his eyes before then pointing them at the fellow judge. Suddenly, he looked away, trying to act superior, not that he wasn’t. He was a damned hero! He was superior! Apparently he’d actually managed to doze off whilst he’d been laid there, because within minutes of him stirring the other one had brought up her food. Plastic cups containing some weird sort of sludge. He looked quizzically at the dish before practically inhaling the whole thing through the straw. It tasted good, sweet but not sickly sweet like some of the stuff he’d had when he was younger. The taste was good, but having had so much of it… “Ow, ow ow, brainfreeze” The hero complained, holding his forehead whilst sticking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. The feeling quickly passed, and once it had he went back to appreciating what taste remained in his mouth. He thought for a moment, before giving a reassuring not to the girl. It wasn’t like he was going to give her the vote, but it was much funnier to give people a false sense of security. It appeared the other judges were also impressed by this, which meant that Cream would have to manage something special indeed to pull this out the bag. Thankfully she was used to making sugary foods, so she probably had some form of plan. As it turned out, the blonde had indeed followed a plan in her head, or moreso she’d gone with the plan of showing off as much as she could. Not only had she constructed herself, but she’d constructed a few other of the contenders weeping at their losses, and when he looked he noticed that on the platter her model held, another of the same could be seen. Impressive, for design he couldn’t fault it one bit. Picking up his plate and his fork, he vaulted the table, allowing the other judges to give their comments whilst he got to work. “Don’t mind if I do” Whistling innocently, he approached the cake, pausing once or twice to get the correct angle, before swiftly chopping with his fork. In one swift motion not one, but both of the cake breasts on the largest cake Cream, fell off and onto his plate. Grinning at the girl, he then simply went back to his seat and began to dig in. It was sweet, similar to the other girl’s, but because it was cake it held more weight to it, which to him was more favourable than a mousse slush thing. He nodded with approval, finishing up his… Interesting pick and looking over at the other judges that now had their slices. They too seemed to have an approving look on their faces, clearly impressed by both design and taste. It was a resounding victory for Cream, and so now it was onto the next round where the Clown faced off against purple guy. It was a surprisingly fast battle, but in the end despite everything the clown’s was just… Better. Rune-Guy had actually voted for the purple man anyway, but the other two seemed certain that voting in a freaky dude was a perfect idea to make up the finals. A part of the hero was tempted to “save” everyone from Ron, which would have included pulling him to one side and then performing one or two of his most powerful combo’s… But he had a feeling that might not work out in the blonde’s favour. If she wasn’t in a good mood, then he certainly wasn’t getting anything out of this, so… “Well, it appears it has come to the final round. I’m excited, I’m sure you guys are too” He looked round at the old lady and angry man, who actually seemed rather agreeing with him. Well, if that was the case, then he supposed the crowd were the only ones left to end up on his side. Suddenly jumping up onto the table in one swift motion from sitting, he raised his arms up into the air and bellowed: “IT’S TIME FOR THE FINAL ROUND, IS EVERYONE READYYYY?!” |
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| geomease | Feb 1 2018, 09:07 AM Post #37 |
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Cream was oddly nervous as she stepped out onto the battlefield. The roar of the cheering crowd was deafening, an unintelligible mass of shouting and most likely cat calls for the disguised chef pirate. Cream by all rights shouldn’t be nervous, after all she was not only in disguise, but had done far far worse and more shameless things in public. Hell she’d even starred in that old classic film, ‘Backdoor Barnyard Butt Blasters 7’. It was likely there wasn’t a guy in the audience who hadn’t seen her hoo ha on camera. But exposing her body was one thing, this was completely different. These masses were hungry for something else entirely. Her career as a chef was on the line, her very reputation in the culinary arts. She took her spot opposite the clown; she could practically feel him glaring at her through his fake painted on smile. If looks could kill, she would already be 6 feet under. His expression said it all; there would be no quarter, no remorse. He intended to crush her mercilessly, to grind her into dust. Cream gripped her spatula, the theme for the last dish, Burgers. It was like some cruel joke, it was the clown’s specialty. Cream was no slouch when it came to flipping patties, but it was hardly her forte. Still whether she won or lost, she wasn’t about to go down without a fight. “Competitors ready? Set? Aaaaaaaannnd co-” “HOLD ON A MINUTE!!” The music suddenly cut out, the power to the announcer’s microphone being cut off immediately. A new figure stepped into the ring; he wore a Marines greatcoat, a rank signifying himself as a Captain. Marching behind him was a large squadron of Marines, who fanned out to surround the battle ring as well as… the judges stand? “Almost slipped right by us you know. You hadn’t changed much, but just enough to throw off most, a clever disguise, but nothing a bit of good old fashioned detective work can’t undo. I did my research Miss Goldenrod… or should I say, Cream Pye! Wanted for assault, inciting chaos, and the mass destruction of Desertia. As if that wasn’t bad enough…” The figure said, pausing, his oddly box shaped features obscured in shadows. “You had to come here, into the hallowed fields of battle… and cheat. Isn’t that right, RUNE GUY! Known accomplice of the criminal Cream Pye and now impersonating a judge!” The Marine shouted, his men leveling their weapons at the ‘hero’ the Crowd gasped. Cream Pye’s eyes were wide as dinner plates. She was dumbstruck, but her confusion quickly turned to anger. “Wh-what!? Who do you think you are mister!!?” Cream shouted, stomping her foot in anger. The man chuckled, stepping out to reveal himself. “Trousington, Captain William Trousington, and you my dear, are under arrest for assault, murder, arson, and fraud.” He declared, the bizarrely box shaped fishman taunted. Cream’s blood boiled as Marines began to flank her. ![]() “NOT SO FAST!!” She shouted, with enough fury and righteous rage that the Marines, and even Trousington had to pause. “I may be a lot of things, a liar, a pirate, a slut, forever banned from the zoo for reasons I don’t want to go into right now, but how DARE you say I’m a fraud. When I sighed up to this contest, I sure as hell didn’t know Rune Guy was going to sneak into the judges table! I wanted to prove myself as the best chef, which I AM!! Also the prize money and sick ass Trophy would have been pretty sweet as well, but still mostly for the pride! So let’s get one thing straight buster, you want to come in here, and do the typical Marine thing of arresting the pirate well… I may not like it but that’s kinda the situation we’re in. But don’t you DARE come in here and insult my culinary skills by saying I’m a fraud, cause whether I’m a law abiding citizen or not, I’m one of the best damn chefs on this planet!” Cream shouted angrily. Trousington was taken aback by her honesty, honestly. Though she wasn’t refuting his claims to arrest her, it was the fact he had labeled her a fake chef that had pissed her off. “It was a nice speech doll, but your man is on the jury panel, and voted for you every time, it’s pretty cut and dry that you’re all talk.” Trousington retorted, humoring the furious fem fatale. Cream pointed an accusing finger at the square bottomed man. “It’s easy for the uninitiated in the culinary arts to point fingers. I bet you’ve never whipped an egg in your life!” Cream growled with grim finality, the crowd gasped, that was a chef’s insult. Trousington felt the veins behind his eyes begin to throb; nobody insults his honor as a chef! “WHAT!? I’ll have you now that I’m one o the best chefs in the Marines. Why I’ve cooked meals that have sated the appetites of some of the most powerful men and women in the world! The Admirals and Vice Admirals, Cipher Pol, I’ve even served a dish to the Gorosei themselves and they enjoyed it. You’d better watch your tone missy or you’ll find out the hard way how good a chef I am when I flambé your floozy flank.” Trousington retorted. Cream took a moment to think about her situation, when a grin crossed her features, he had the pride of a chef, and the people came here for a battle so… “Alright then mister master chef, prove it! You say that I’m a mere fraud with no skill; say you wouldn’t know the different between a Crème Brule and a Flan. Let’s see whose right; I challenge you… to a Shokugeki!!” Cream shouted a look of triumph on her face as she laid down the gauntlet. If he refused, it would be admitting to the world and a crowd full of people he was full of shit. “A Shokugeki Challenge… Heh, if I refuse my pride as a chef would be tarnished, you’re smarter than you look.” Trousington chuckled. “Haha yeah I really am- HEY!” Cream snapped, realizing it wasn’t a compliment he had just paid her. “Alright, but as you know, a Shokugeki has stakes, what are you proposing. And they had better be good, because I could easily just have the two of you arrested legally right now and carried off.” Trousington warned. Cream began to think quickly, Miriel and Rick were likely still unknowns, meaning she might be able to rely on them in a pinch. “If you win, Rune Guy and I will give up and come quietly, no muss, no fuss, and no coconuts. If we were to resist, it would cause collateral damage, I’m giving you the chance to avoid all that. On top of that, we’ll hand over all the Beli were just acquired LEGALLY mind you, we found that treasure in the stomach of an evil living island thing so its finders keepers legit! But if I win… you have to let me and Rune Guy walk out of here, no arrests, no fuss, we just go straight to the harbor and sail off, AND you gotta give us a 1 day head start before you call us in to tattle on us. Deal?” Cream proposed, whipping up some conditions on the fly. Trousington rubbed his chin. According to the records of ‘Miss Goldenrods” activities n the island, she had recently just converted a vast stash of ancient looking treasures for a considerable amount of Beli. He hadn’t been able to find their ship at the docks, having had to do some extra research to figure out her identity. If he could turn her and her accomplice in without fuss, and turn over several hundred million Beli, he would be on the fast track to a few proportions. “Alright, you have a deal. But your man is obviously off the judging table, we’ll find a new one, you two just sit tight and be good little criminals while we find someone reputable.” Trousington ordered, shaking Cream’s hand on the matter. Cream was led over to an open seat next to run Guy, the two of them held at gunpoint. The stands were still full of murmuring people. While they had come to see the finals, they now had an even bigger show to look forward too. Cream took the opportunity to secret enough of her cream from her skin to wash off the fake tan from her skin, and frazzled her hair with her hands till it popped back to its regular poufy style. “Uuuhh… sorry about this Rune Guy… kinda had to speak up for the both of us on this one. Please don’t be made at me…” Cream mumbled, twiddling with her fingers and pouting at her idol. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Feb 1 2018, 12:17 PM Post #38 |
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Once again, Rune-Guy had his feet up on the judging table as he watched over the crowd. He could see Cream stood at the centre, getting ready to do some real cooking. However… Just as they were about to begin, somebody interrupted them. Who could this be? The hero craned his neck to turn towards where it was, noticing very quickly the white of the man’s coat signifying that he was indeed a marine. The hero groaned slightly, only now noticing the numerous troops surrounding his podium too. “Ugh, well the gig’s up I suppose” He chuckled a little to himself, as the other two judges looked over at him curiously. He studied the man curiously, his body shape appearing rather curious, but his eyes not quite able to make out anything more than that. The marine had figured out Cream, although he wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to perform such a feat. On the other hand, there was indeed a fairly well known pirate sat at the judges panel, which he soon came to as well, which caused Rune-Guy to flick the sunglasses down from his head, as he grinned widely. “Ah come on, accomplice? I was totally first, OG hero. Also I’m totally a judge, I’m sure it’s written somewhere that saving the previous judge gives you a right or something” He complained loudly, ignoring the marines slowly closing in on them. The other two judges had quickly stood up and shifted away, both out of worry and to let the marines do their job. He was a little concerned how they’d get out of this one, but if worse came to worse he supposed he could probably just draw his sword and scare half of them off. For now, he planned on listening to the slowly angering blonde, and the suddenly very yellow and sponge-like marine. As the two argued, and spoke about things the hero didn’t really understand, he produced a plate containing the dessert which Cream had constructed earlier. With a fork, he began digging in to what appeared to now be cheeks of… Some kind. It was good, she really knew what she was doing when it came to sweet food. He chortled a little bit to himself when he was called out for helping her cheat, which he had sort of done in all honesty, but simply laughed at. He was a little curious at the mention of some kind of challenge though coming from the blonde, but the steaks seemed a little high. “Hey, at least paint Rune-Guy is the best, ever on the walls or something as well. I’ll even do it for you if you want, everyone should know how much of a hero I am! Heck, without me you wouldn’t even have gotten to have a competition in the first place after your first judge fell in the ocean and forgot he couldn’t swim!” The hero continued to complain loudly, despite the fact people were hardly listening to him by this point. Perhaps he’d been going about it all wrong. He added to this by making multiple unhappy and even surprised expressions when he was told he couldn’t be a judge anymore, but continued to sit back in his chair and simply sulked, flicking his sunglasses back up so people could see the emotion in his eyes. He watched as Cream sat down next to him and began returning to normal simply through… Doing her thing he supposed, until she finally spoke and apologised. “It’s fine, it’s fine. That marine doesn’t know what he’s let himself in for yet, and I didn’t hear a no to my legal graffiti bonus, and I didn’t even mention the size. Seen any big buildings around here? Really public ones too” He chuckled to himself again, ignoring the guns pointed at them and instead thinking more and more about what sort of design he was going to use, not really considering the loss at all. What sort of font would he use? He had to use purple paint of course. Though… Would he add his face too? He wasn’t really an artist, but maybe he could paint some of his runes instead. Yeah! He’d paint five runes next to his name, a black one surrounded by a green, yellow, blue and red one. Noticing that he still had a few mouthfuls of his serving of the Cream statue left on his plate, he held it out to the girl. “Want any? It tastes pretty great. Better than some brainfreeze slush anyway ey?” |
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| geomease | Feb 8 2018, 09:06 AM Post #39 |
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Cream Pye was happy that Rune Guy wasn’t angry with her for gambling their fates on a wager. It was a tad selfish of her to indulge her pride as a chef against their safety, but darn it all this whole cooking coliseum atmosphere had rally gotten to her! Still she was confident in her skills; this weirdly square shaped Marine wouldn’t know what hit him. The Marines guarding them had their weapons loosely trained on them. Cream was less terrified of being at gunpoint that she thought she’d be, perhaps that was a sign she was becoming jaded. She found a part of herself running the odds of her chances of trying to take them all down, that was definitely not a normal line of thinking. “Sooooo… how long have you guys been Marines?” Cream asked casually, trying to break the ice. Most of them scoffed at her, though one did respond. “About 2 and a half years.” He said, Cream nodding politely. “They give good benefits?” She asked, trying to keep the mood light and genuine. “Uhhh, yeah pretty good, even provide housing for my family. Dental and medical.” The same Marine followed up, earning an elbow from one of his cohorts. “Awww that so nice, any kids?” Cream asked, the man smiled warmly and nodded. “Yeah, me and my husband just adopted a little girl, her name is Jessica. She was orphaned in a Bright Eye’s attack.” He growled, clenching his fists at the thought of the infamous pirate, Cream tilted her head to the side, was she supposed to know what that was. Clearly he was referring to a person but she had no idea who it was. “Bright Eyes? Who’s that? Whoever he is he sounds like a real dick!” Cream shouted, scowling at the idea of a child being left parentless, she knew that pain. The Marine’s looked at her incredulously, then anger at thinking she was patronizing them, then confusion as they realized she was serious. “Wait… seriously? Bright Eye’s, one of the most notorious pirates in the world, the Yonku whose currently declared war on the World Government, who even now is plotting the downfall of all civilized life on the planet?” Another asked incredulously. Cream just shrugged her shoulders. “A Yonkuwhatnow? Is that like some sort of…? I don’t know, super villain or something? Oh Rune Guy if he’s a super villain maybe he could be like your arch nemesis or something!” Cream exclaimed, poking Rune Guy in the arm and then running her hands up and down his muscular, well defined arms, the tight clothe that barely contained those bulging muscles. Her eyes began to glaze over, and she had to wipe up some drool with her fore arm to keep it from running down her chin. He was even eating her ass or at least her cake self’s ass. She was broken from her reverie by the Marines shaking their head and scoffing at her. “She must be insane… or an idiot.” Another of the Marines replied. “HEY! I am NOT insane!” Cream shouted back, waving her arms in the air. The Other Marines just stared at her, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. After 5 seconds longer than it should have taken Cream’s eyes widened as she realized she’d just burned herself. “Oh god damn it! Look, just because I was raised in isolation on a farm, and my mother died early, and my father become violently abusive towards me and my sisters, and then my twin sisters turned into a horse and murdered him, and then my oldest sister sold off our youngest into slavery to pay back the debts, and we still lost the farm anyway, and I attempted to commit suicide after being goaded into it by the reanimated zombie of my friend neck beard doesn’t mean I’m… oh wow it kind of does. I think I am legitimately sick in the head you guys…” Cream stated, suddenly looking downtrodden as reality came crashing down upon her. When she said it all aloud, it sounded so… fantastical and nonsensical. Had any of it really happened, or was she hallucinating all or most of it. The marines for their part shared some nervous glances. On one hand she was a pirate, while her bounty wasn’t terribly high for the Grand Line, she was wanted for some serious crimes back in the Blue’s. On the other hand… even a passing conversation was enough to realize she was extremely unbalanced, and only tangentially attached and aware of the reality of her life. Rather than a prison cell, what she most likely needed was counseling and a straight jacket. The awkward silence grew, beginning to consume everything around it like a hungry beast before one of the Marines attempted to do as Cream had done and create a new line of dialogue. “So… who long have you been a… pirate?” He asked, getting curious shrugs from his companions. AT the very least getting more Intel on relatively unknown pirates was always a good thing. Cream seemed to brighten up, pouncing on the subject change desperately and disregarding the dangers of spilling her guts to Marines. "Oh… uhhh not long I guess wasn’t really my choice you know. I was kinda just a regular party goer, was on a party on Disco Ball Island, a killer rave, I got drunk, like reeeally drunk, and I don’t remember what happened but I was told I did some bad stuff and got a bounty for it. So I booked it, went to a place called Desertia, but I thought it was Dessertia, and so surprise surprise, it was not an island made of sugar and candy but a fricking hot as balls desert, bleh. Met up with a handsome guy named Jack, he was really nice and convinced me to go with him and he even gave me candies! Then we fought some wrestlers, then we found a treasure map and followed it, and then we found a devil fruit that turns dead people into super zombies, accidentally revived an ancient Marine admirals corpse, and it turned into a Lich! The he raised an undead army, I got to fight some gay zombies after I snuck aboard their zombie ship dressed as a zombie, and then I crashed a flaming battleship into the giant Lich Zombie, and we had a fight, and the Lich turned into Harambe the Gorilla, back from the dead! We shamed him into submission and partied like heroes. Then I find out I got a HUGE bounty for the whole thing! Not long after Jack disappears and… uhhh, I was all alone again… Except for Rune Guy, he never left me!” Cream recounted, suddenly welling up all sorts of painful emotions again and hugging Rune Guy’s arm tightly. The marine shared more worried glances at each other. Jesus Christ she was… there were hardly words for how broken she was in the head. “Yeah, this Jack, Jack Rackham yeah, you say he gave you… candies before things started getting weird?” One of the lead Marines asked. “Yeah, that’s the guy, haven’t seen him in forever and a half… I hope he’s ok… Oh yeah the candies, made my head feel funny, kinda hard to remember what happened after that though, it’s all fuzzy, must have been the desert heat or something.” Cream replied innocently, unable to connect the supposed dots which the Marines were putting together. Jack’s file was extensive, and if even half of what she said was true, he likely took an emotionally and mentally unstable girl, exhausted her in the desert heat, slipped her psychotropic drugs, manipulated her drug addled mind into committing horrible crimes, and once he was done toying with her left her alone. “Jesus… I… I don’t even know where to begin with all this.” One of them said, clutching his head to try and stop the throbbing. “I usually try with the head and just, you know, work my way down the shaft, one inch at a time.” Cream advised sagely, nodding her head and missing the horrified and disgusted looked from the Marines. Christ she was only 18, what had Jack done to her. Thankfully for all parties involved Trousington returned shortly. “Alright everyone I have good news, I found us a replacement judge, he’ll be here in about 10 minutes then we can begin. I hope you’re prepared missy, I’m not going to show you what a Marine Chef can do!” Trousington declared, Cream brightened at the more energetic change in topic, clenching her fist. “Don’t underestimate me! My skills are the real deal!” She shouted, jumping to her feet and pointing at Trousington. One of the Marines she had been talking to walked over, pulling Trousington aside and began to whisper to him privately. Trousington’s face read a gambit of emotions, from surprised, confused, disgusted, horrified, angry, and then sad. The color had drained from his yellow skin, leaving it whitish; she spared a glance at Cream, who was standing upright ad pumping her fists to psych herself up. Whatever her crimes were, if her stories were true she was more a product of a systemic abuse than genuine malice. On one hand she committed crimes, and that needed to be addressed, on the other hand it was clear she was mentally unstable, and likely had a serious drug problem. This meant she was unpredictable. If memory loss was on of her symptoms, she might very well forget where she was or the conditions of her deal. Or worse she might become irrational at the drop of a hat and endanger herself or others. One thing was for certain, Trousington no longer trusted her around an open flame. “Alright listen up, here was I need you to do…” He whispered to his men’s ear. As much as it pained him to do this, weighing heavy upon his chef’s heart he had a duty as a Marine to uphold. He had already stretched his authority enough as it was by agreeing to a contest with a wanted fugitive, he could not willingly endanger the lives of innocent civilians by risking her losing her mind when the drugs she was likely one began to wear off and she started going through withdrawal induced rage. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Feb 8 2018, 05:52 PM Post #40 |
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Rune-Guy sat, remaining entertained by the conversations being had between Cream and the marines. Despite the fact they were pirates, the atmosphere wasn’t all too rough. Not only that, but they even seemed to be opening up to each other, with the marine talking about an adopted daughter, and… Well the blonde was talking about other pirates currently, bringing his interest slightly into the conversation. The name Bright Eyes seemed familiar, perhaps he’d seen it in the papers somewhere. All their technical jargon was a little confusing to him, but with the mention of him being a villain the man laughed: “He doesn’t sound all too evil, not that he could beat me anyway” He chuckled again, noticing the marines questioning their sanity. Sure their adventures had been whacky but… Well, they were totally sane. All of them had been, apart from maybe Clyde… And maybe Jack. And maybe Cream… He shrugged his shoulders, before making a spinning circle by his temple, occasionally motioning towards the blonde to signify he believed she truly was insane. Of course he’d been there for all her adventures, it was of course all true what she had said, though certain parts didn’t sound… So familiar. In particular he felt a little concern at the mention of her encounter with Neckbeard… She then returned to talking about the crew, and about how she’d ended up getting both of them a bounty on their heads. To be fair, she’d ended up bumping into marines and one thing lead to another… In actual fact it wasn’t entirely her fault, as they’d totally taken her actions the wrong way. The rest of what she spoke was pretty familiar to him too, and he nodded along at each step, until finally adding his own little bit: “I ended up getting roped into the whole thing after stopping her from injuring herself… To be fair the marines took her drunken stumbling completely the wrong way, and it all got a bit out of hand. Also don’t forget about that uh… What was her name? The weird lady with the smell sword or whatever. She attacked us out of the blue and we defended ourselves… It’s all really just been one huge misunderstanding after another… As it is we were framed for the Desertia stuff, I mean as if any of those lot could have caused mass damage like that. That weird fruit that guy had really was something… And scary, that was for sure” He rambled on, attempting to remain centre of attention but managing to instead drone off on a presumably easy to ignore rant. He decided to leave out the mention of his time on Cactus due to… Well the mighty Rune-Guy technically hadn’t attended that, and it was a little too personal to be sharing with them. He hadn’t actually told Cream of that though… But she hadn’t mentioned the Neckbeard situation either, so… For the umpteenth time, they really needed to go have that drink. “You marines act all big with your cooking, bet you’re still using cookbooks. Cream over here has it all up in that noggin of hers. She makes a mean breakfast each day too. And just saying, she does it of her own volition, I’m no sexist. In fact, I’m all for equal rights! I’m a hero after all, and I’m single ladies!” He grinned, tensing his muscles to really show them off and winking at a nearby female marine, who may have actually been impressed if it weren’t coming from a pirate. It was surprising that the marines remained so calm around two people known for being able to fight without the use of weapons, but then again maybe that hadn’t been written on their files or anything. For now… It seemed it was game on between Cream and this odd marine. |
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| Pendrew | Feb 10 2018, 07:26 AM Post #41 |
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After what had felt like months at sea since leaving the relatively safe confines of Jaya Island, through storms and over jagged reefs and stop offs at islands she'd only ever read about in newspapers and heard whenever she eavesdropped in the local bars and restaurants, Vanessa had arrived at the last stop: Iron Knife Island. She soon realized she was stuck waiting for another ship, and soon she grew tired of all the snooty chefs on the island telling her all the same, crummy recipes and asking if she wanted to join some kind of contest, and so decided to go walkabout on the unusually metallic beaches around The Pan. She walked for hours at a time, sometimes plinking at a few of the strange looking trees growing here and there with her trusty paint gun, leaving a trail of minor level, colourful destruction in her wake. At the apex of the day, however, the sun began to bake the very metal beneath her, and with her juice running out in the heat of the midday sun, she needed shelter and something better and less vital to her survival to drink. She had a choice; head back towards those insufferable hosts back at the town she shored up at, or explore a rocky outcrop, just like all the ones around her. Wait a second. Rocky outcrop? On second glance, her suspicion was confirmed. A rocky outcrop and green verdant trees and even sand? Very, very fishy. But, between an anomaly and same ol', same ol', her choice was clear. Without a second more of hesitation, she made tracks for the rocks before her, sprinting nimbly across the expanse and coming to a full stop, hands upon her knees as she panted heavily, waiting to get her breath back before wandering further into the cave to escape the heat. Once she had the will back in her body, she looked around the entrance of the cave to ensure it wasn't booby trapped. With the very end of the gun barrel, she prodded at the wet, brown walls and again at the floor, wondering how such a perfect, stalactite- less cave ever came to exist. Must've just been a Grand Line thing. Plenty of horror stories about weird places here and there, after all. With her brief inspection completed, she started to wander deeper into the cave, coming to a stop several meters ahead of something akin to a tapering wall ahead. Sighing, she loaded a paint ball into her gun, took aim and... splat! Cherry red paint all over the wall ahead, making a goofy pattern which raised her spirits a moment. She immediately regretted that moment, then, when something long, sticky and much stronger that she was coiled around her torso, drawing her into a fleshy, foul smelling hole beneath the cave. Of course, being eaten by a cave? Just her luck! Her gun fell a ways from her towards what looked like the remains of a great ship, whilst she tried to grab and pluck pieces from the tendril as it drew her right to the bottom of the 'floor', swinging both fist at the thing once it finally released her, repulsed as some kind of briny liquid coated her tights and shoes. The entire stomach around her trembled and came to life around her, starting to see the walls around her narrow and push up towards her. Getting eaten here was not the way she wanted to go, so... she decided it wasn't going to be. Spurred on only by a will to live, she ran towards her gun and picked it up, letting it slip back over her shoulder as she ran headlong to one end of the large cavity, where she'd spied the wreck previously, greeted by inoperable chunks of wood, netting and what appeared to be a clothesline made from the remains of a sale. Walls closing in, pink flesh riled up, no good. Next, she attempted to run all the way in the opposite direction, whacking whatever tried to grapple her on the way past, unsure where the mouth was on such an incredibly large and angry sea critter was. Maybe it was back towards the roof where she came in, but how far up was that again? Gazing upwards, she couldn't quite find the cave itself but... on what appeared to be half the deck of the wreck, somehow merged into the creature was a... kitchen? It'd do. With the walls ever growing more vice-like, she decided to climb up the wall itself, managing a firm grip with her metal arms as she clambered for dear life. Every so often, she'd slip, but dig her knees in and put all of her strength into climbing higher, able to out climb the coiling walls and break into the kitchen just as the walls clamped around nothing, slowly and gently opening out again like some wave on a summer island far away from here. Once again, she stood around hunched over, peering around to glance at a table and chair set made of the same flesh below, and several oversized shrimp cleaning around without a care in the world, and they didn't seem to mind her presence. Even on this deck, however, the living cave still tried to crush around her and what little remained of a kitchen, clambering on top of the stove as it pushed up against the table in the middle. Atop it, or maybe more inside the table was a large hole which appeared to pass down into some other place. Maybe it was an escape route, but more likely... it'd be her death. Now was a good as time as any to make a rash decision, and with an audible sigh, she uncorked her last bottle of carrot juice, reaching over and shoving the bottle along with her arm to the elbow joint up, emptying the contents into the flesh tunnel beyond it. 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| geomease | Feb 10 2018, 12:20 PM Post #42 |
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A large oddly shaped figure sat at the bar, a melancholy look on his face as he stared forlornly at his ‘drink’ He let out a tired sigh as a young Marine walked up behind him. Of course he’d send one of his grunts to meet him, now that he was a big shot; he couldn’t be bothered to show up himself. He understood the reason, really he did, that didn’t mean he had to like it. “So, Mr. Big Britches himself couldn’t be bothered to show his face around these parts huh?” The man grumbled, idly stirring his meal with a spork. The Marine gulped nervously. The man he was told to contact, he was massive, easily twice his commanders height and a good 2 feet taller than him. His wide pink back rippled with what was either muscle, fat, or an unholy combination of the two. He was used to inhuman body shapes, after all just look at his captain, but this thing… it unsettled him. “The captain needs your help with something, something important.” The Marine replied, before he could say anything else the flabby pink man slammed the spork against the counter, making his dish jump and clatter and causing the bar to stop momentarily and turn on him. “Oh, so that’s how it is. The squeaky clean sponge can’t be seen around the drity bottom feeders huh? You can tell that no good sour son of a sassafras to go suck a lemon! P Star is done being his patsy, I’d tell him myself, but he’d probably have me arrested…” P Star shouted, swiveling to meet the Marines eyes. His eyes, so small, so black, like tiny marbles filled with anger and contempt for the world that had turned its back on him. The Marine gulped. Thinking back to his captains words he reached into his pocket, and with trembling hands extended a folded piece of paper to the man. P Star eyed the paper, and then the man, before snatching it from his hand and unfolding it. He turned his back, knowing this was a private affair, and looked it over. A tense minute passed before he sighed with exhaustion. Of course, leave it to Trousington to hit him where it hurts. He stood up, dropping his spork on the table and gestured for the Marine. “Alright… tell me what he needs this time.” P Star asked as they walked out. The barkeep noticed this and called out to him. “HEY! You gonna pay for your triple strawberry Sunday surprise?” He asked, gesturing to P Star’s unfinished sugary sweet meal. P Star narrowed his eyes, somewhere in the background a tumbleweed rolled by, followed by several men attempting to retrieve the tumbleweed after it had fallen off their cart. “Put it on… my tab.” He said, with a dramatic close up of his narrowed eyes. “Well ok then, see you tomorrow Pat!” The Barman said enthusiastically. The scene at the ‘Sweet Spot Sundae and Ice Cream Bar’ returned to normal, the kids once again playing and laughing as they ran through elaborate plastic tube jungles and ball pits. P Star 10 minutes later… The judge had arrived, and they were working out the details for what the dish would be. Cream had sat in relative silence, idly sucking a lollipop she had gotten from somewhere. This confused the Marines because they had searched her and Rune Guy before it all began and no one had found anything on them. Cream was in good spirits, humming happily as she rolled the sweet treat around in her mouth. She had managed to chase away and distract herself from the melancholy thoughts that haunter her peripheral visions by indulging in her sweet tooth and focusing on the contest before her. Trousington walked over. His expression had changed somehow, he still had that stern front from before, but it seemed more… forced now. It was like he was only pretending to be a strong confident man. “Alright, the theme was chosen, Burgers. It’s my specialty, you want to prove you have what it takes, you have to beat me when I’ in my element, no quarter for a pirate.” Trousington said, clearly intending to not cut the blonde pirate any slack. Cream couldn’t help but feel her anxiety build. She was unbeatable when it came to sweets, but umami textures and flavors were the complete opposite end of the flavor spectrum for her. Still she was going to have to step up; so much was riding on her. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a bit of cold sweat running across her brow, she scratched at her neck nervously. She’d kill for a drink right about now, that familiar itch bubbling to the surface. She was expecting to be done by now and drinking her weight in liquor. Trousington looked on, his skin darkening at the tell tale signs of addiction and withdrawal. “So it’s already starting huh… guess I made the right call.” He thought to himself as he looked at the girl who was rapidly descending into a bundle of raw nerves. He was having trouble seeing her as a criminal now; she was just a kid, barely legal aged and already having been subjected and exposed to so much of the world’s filth that she was a junkie at 18. If he had to sacrifice his pride as a chef to save a lost soul then so be it. He could live with that, it’s why he was a Marine after all, to make the hard choices so others didn’t have to. “Sir! SIR! Emergency, we have a riot in the Cole Slaw district! We need back up right away, our boys down there can’t handle it, we need you!!!” Came the shouting voice of a Marine as he ran over to them all. He reached them and began to pant desperately, making a nice big show of it just like he was instructed to. Cream looked over curiously at him as he handed Trousington the paper report. He grabbed the sheet and read it over, barely able to hide his warm grin. “I knew I could count on you Pat…” He thought to himself, as he folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket. “Darn it all… sorry Cream, Rune Guy, but it looks like this contest isn’t going to fly. We’re going to have to take you into custody while I deal with this, but you’ve both been cooperative, and I get the feeling that despite your current status as pirates, you wanna do what’s right. I’ll put in a good word for you, get you both the help you need, and personally see to it that they don’t throw the book at you. Serve a few years, get clear, and get out on parole with a fresh slate. I’ll even find a place for you here if you’re even half the chef you claim to be, you’d hardly be the first pirate to be able to legally wash their hands of their old life.” Trousington said, as he gestured for his men to gently lead them along. It was a shitty move he pulled, a real cop out, but t had to be done. He could tell just by looking at the girl she was starting to get twitchy, if he had gone through with it wouldn’t have gone well for anyone. Already his men were leading the public out of the stadium. The riot was going on near the entrance, so they were leading them out a back way for their safety. It was a convenient excuse to get them all clear in case the two pirates got uppity. “WHAT!? N-No way that’s not fair! You said we’d have a fair match, I was gonna win, and go free, and have lots of adventures and stuff!” Cream protested, feeling her heart race and a dizziness building in her head. With how distracted she was the Marines were able to easily, yet gently, handcuff her wrists behind her back and gently lead her along. They aimed to do the same with Rune Guy. The Marines handling him were larger, and obviously seasoned veterans as if push came to shove they would actually put up a good fight, and then there was the fact they were both surrounded and Cream had already been cuffed. They might have to bide their time until they could escape as the two were led out. Cream, while dejected, was too distracted to fight back, and was allowing herself to be corralled away, her mind racing with depressive thoughts further bogging down her reactions. It was an old thing and ancient thing even. Far older than the mere mortal races which walked the surface. It remembered a time when the mighty ‘sea kings’ were but tadpoles in its parents tide pool. How many millennia passed before the supposed ‘sea kings’ were the ones most feared and their kinds were forgotten. These monkeys, humans they called themselves, with life spans lasting less than a decade ruled the surface, it was maddening. How it wished to eat them all… well almost them all. The sweet one, the food bringer, and the nourisher it called her. Origionally having been swallowed by a great old one, as had she, they two found themselves forced into cooperation. It had originally hoped to make a meal out of her and her companions, but a curious thing happened. She had provided him food, nourishment more filling than the bite sized meat snack would be. A truce, a symbiotic relationship between master and parasite formed. It would allow them the safety of its innards, and she’d continue to provide it sustenance. It was as it should be, they recognized their better, and their worship of its superiority rewarded them with safety and continued existence. It would not eat them… but the same could not be said for other unwitting humans. Just such a tasty mortal had wandered into its clutches. Perhaps this one wanted a similar deal. It attempted to feed it tiny splotches, but the food was bitter, it did not like it. As such it had decided she would make a better meal than servant, and attempted to gobble her up, corralling her into its maw where the sweet one deposits her offerings. Try as she might she could not best the beast, and it looked like she was to become its next meal, when a curious thing happened. It began pouring something into its maw. Slightly sweet, rich, tasty. The walls began to recede, slightly, offering it some more room to breathe. Perhaps a test, to see if it was worthy. All access to its innards was cut off, everything except the table maw… and the kitchen. It would need to make something for it, the fridge was fully stocked and all the kitchens utilities were open to it. Color formed on the fleshy walls above the kitchen, forming words in human language. It spelled out. ‘Feed or be food’ a clear indication of her choices. How ironic that she had scorned the lessons of the chefs as boring, yet now her life depended on such lessons. She had to cook up a satisfying meal for it, or she would become the meal instead. Well one thing was for sure, it certainly didn’t seem to appreciate the taste of paint balls. Would she serve, or be served up instead, the choice was hers. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Feb 10 2018, 02:02 PM Post #43 |
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Burgers? Rune-Guy kind of wished he was still on the judging panel now. He couldn’t remember Cream cooking them that sort of food up before, but he certainly new that sort of food was just his thing. Perhaps he should have just let that guy figure out how to swim, and remained in disguise… Oh well, he supposed in the end it didn’t matter now, they were here and to be honest, he was just babbling in his own mind. This was the right choice, he’d gotten a tonne of decent food and he was the centre of attention, the way it should be! Suddenly another marine run over, shouting about a riot of some kind, which only led the man to chuckle to himself. What now square man? You’ve got to go sort it, but no honourable gentleman could ever go back on their word, not to such a fine lady! Or, so he thought. In actuality, it seemed he was as gutless as he looked, as he encouraged them to literally give themselves up. Not only that but he was trying to coax them into serving time, and… This treacherous fiend! “Hold it right there!” He shouted, standing up from his seat suddenly and causing a little disturbance in the marines around him. He had already noticed a few approaching him, but he had little care for them right now, he’d throw a punch if he had to. His arm extended along with his finger till he pointed square at the man’s… Well, square face, before continuing: “You guys made a deal, yet here you are going back on it. That’s no honourable chef, and that’s no honourable man! You’re a disgrace of a marine! You wish to take us away, when if you’d have listened to a word we said we have remained within the law every step. It seems your boys are just as untruthful as you, else you’d know it’s been self defense case after self defense case for us. And besides… It’s not like you could hold a true hero down!” He declared, sticking his thumb to his chest and slamming one foot up onto the table. He held the pose for a moment, before hopping fully up onto the table, turning briefly to Cream and smiling. She seemed scared, unsure even. The nervousness had been getting to her after a while, and she’d even admitted to feeling bad about betting their lives. But… This was yet another lesson, that you couldn’t possibly trust the marines. It seemed none of them had a spine in them, or an ounce of truth. “Come Cream, you’ve already seen that these fools don’t tell an ounce of truth. Cling tightly to my mighty body, and we shall flee. Perhaps you can even have that competition some other time, under… Better conditions. Not that you need to even partake to know that you are far superior!” He spoke to her, calmly but with a hint of urgency. The longer they waited, the more likely it was that they’d end up getting captured for real. Whilst he was of course a mighty hero, he wasn’t confident in his jail breaking abilities, and he wasn’t about to let them find his collection of “doctoring” magazines hidden around their ship. |
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| geomease | Feb 10 2018, 02:30 PM Post #44 |
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Trousington was getting the feeling that this Rune Guy might actually be another enabler, he had to settle this quick, he knew that the ‘riot’ wasn’t anything to really be worried about, P Star was a good man despite his less than legal activities ad reputation. He needed a good man on the other side to run interference. It was a thankless job, but he was the only one he could count on to do it. Still based on how Cream was suddenly brightening up at the sight of the man’s pose and words, he might be losing them both. “No you hold on a minute there buddy. When I became a Marine I made a vow to put protection of the innocent above anything. If I didn’t have innocent lives in danger then I would be happy to follow through, but things changed and I just gotta roll with the punches. If you are as innocent as you say then you should be surrendering peacefully. You’ll get a fair trial, and your cooperation will go a long way towards convincing the judge and jury of your innocence. But if you resist, the world will only continue to see you as criminals. If you want to live free for good you’ll obey an officer of the law and come quietly. We’ll get this whole thing sorted out nice and fair and with a proper investigation if what you say is true, you’ll be dealt with fair and square as my edges.” Trousington quickly spoke up, his men quickly interposing themselves between the already subdued Cream, and the antagonizing Rune Guy. Trousington. But it looked like he wasn’t going to back down easily, but he had an idea. “Besides, Cream doesn’t look like she’d doing to good. She looks like she's suffering from withdrawal, we can help her get clean, help you both but only if you let us. If you were her friend, a real friend, you’d give her the chance to have a better life.” Trousington added, looking over to Cream who was beginning to sweat and lightly struggling in her bonds. She flickered her eyes between the two of them, unsure what to do. On one hand, Trousington seemed like a nice guy, she felt like he was telling the truth… and she didn’t really WANT to be a pirate, it just kinda fell that way. On the other hand Rune Guy was hot, he was comfort and she knew that he would give her the food and the drugs and the booze and the sex her body was aching for. There was the easy way, continuing her life as it was, or working hard to try and make things better. “I… I don’t… don’t know uunnnggg…” She groaned, squirming against her cuffs hard enough that the metal started digging into her wrists. The 3 Marines flanking her did their best to hold her still, ensuring she both couldn’t slip away and that she wouldn’t hurt herself too much in her struggling. Trousington stood between Cream and rune Guy, making it clear that if he wanted the girl, he’d have to go through him. “Now listen buddy, I don’t have time to waste here arguing with you both. Innocent lives are at stake, if you’re half the hero you claim to be you’ll follow the law and do what’s right. You’ll get your fair trial and if your words are true then you’ll be acquitted legally. This is your only chance; I’m willing to vouch for you but ONLY if you both come quietly. If you put up a fight, and someone gets hurt, that will only add fuel to the fire. You really will become the criminals the world thinks you are, and you may never be able to get free from this wanted life. So come on… do what’s best, if not for yourself then for Cream, she needs help, that much is obvious, we can give her the counseling she desperately needs.” Trousington added, laying on the guilt thick and attempting to appeal to Rune Guy’s supposed ‘heroic’ instincts. One thing was for sure, Cream was stunned into inaction, if he wanted to get out of here with her, he’d have to act now and likely get a bit rough with these guys. Though Trousington despite his appearances didn’t seem like he’d go down easy. What would our hero do? |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Feb 10 2018, 03:05 PM Post #45 |
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Rune-Guy scowled at the man, pausing slightly and actually letting him speak. Whilst he was willing to butt in at any moment, he was concocting a plan of sorts, which to be honest was rather rare for him. But even then he was actually taking in what he was saying, including the fact that they wouldn’t run or resist if they were truly innocent. In fact, it was even possible he was beginning to sway the hero until he returned to the fact about Cream’s health, which… She really didn’t seem good right now, and right now she was even being captured as it was. But the question was… Did he continue to resist… “You can call me buddy all you like, but if you truly understood me then you’d know exactly how this should be going down. You’ve got a legendary hero stood right in front of you, and you’ve got chaos going on down the road. How about you keep this damn competition going, and I’ll personally go deal with this issue of yours. Or have you got an issue with playing fair and square? Something gives me the feeling you of all people wouldn’t… Or maybe you really are a marine dog” He roared triumphantly at the sudden moment of vision he’d had. He looked down at Cream, knowing that she could win. Not only that, but his constant offers of trying to provide for her, when he wouldn’t even let her compete against him even after shaking on it. It made his skin boil… How he could lie straight up to someone who he claimed to understand to be damaged. Although he couldn’t say it, he knew which one of the two of them understood health and mental health more, heck he was a damn doctor. “Cream, you know we know someone that can help you. He knows his stuff, he can help you improve, and you’ve got people that care about you, waiting on you. What about… Steve and uh… Uhm… Whatsername, and the other muscly guy we totally didn’t steal from the marines” She’d probably understand that, but right now he was fighting an odd fight. Whilst she would theoretically be able to fight him on the cooking field, the hero would be able to go deal with the issue and prove that they weren’t the criminals everyone thought them to be. Although he didn’t want to have to deal with all that law business, he also didn’t want an honest fight to be ruined for something so stupid. Although he could be mean, he could be selfish, he could be blind, he was still a man and true men stood up for what they believed in, and they did what was right! He would protect Cream, he would beat whoever dared interrupt this fight, and if that square shaped moron even dared stop him, he’d damn beat him too! “Look what you guys are doing to her god damn! You claim to be understanding and caring yet you make a promise and then throw it aside as if it’s nothing without even batting an eyelid. Cream is a damn human just like everyone else here, even you square-guy, you’re even a human in this metaphor type thing I’m using… Anyway, fight fairly, else you leave me no choice…” As if on cue, his runes began to spark up a little bit, a particularly harsh red emanating from his body with an odd undertone to it. |
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