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Flying Magical Purple-Haired Girls; ...are something to avoid in the streets (Trent)
Topic Started: Jan 19 2016, 09:17 AM (735 Views)
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Miharu smiled sheepishly.

"I see," she said. "Eheh, I'm not much of a party person myself. Crowds tend to make me nervous."

"This is true," Ren said. "For my birthday, she only invited two people."

"I invited people because your classmates were too scared to go," Miharu retorted.

"...that is also true," Ren said bluntly.

Coming almost out of nowhere, Tomoyo zipped to their table while perfectly balancing a tray with their drinks, a few sandwiches and cookies.

"Your order, folks!" she said bursting with energy. "One jasmine tea, one bubble tea, a Black Death and our ever-so-famous Non-racist Panda coffee."

Tomoyo placed down the sandwiches and cookies in the middle before giving everyone their drinks. She first started with Miharu's tea and followed with Ren's own. Moving over to Trent, she gave two stunningly different mugs.

On Trent's left was a happy, cheerful bright white mug of an irregular shape. In it was artisan coffee with the face of a panda on it. It supposedly had equal layers of cream, milk and coffee. Hence it was more or less a cappuccino with a fancy name.

On the other hand, Trent had a black mug with a realistic looking skull on it that seemed to pop out. In it was exactly what Trent imagine. Thick black syrupy sludge filling only about half of the mug stared at Trent and even looked like it was bubbling a bit.

"Yeah, careful, it's hot," was all Tomoyo could say.
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Come to think of it, crowds not only made Trent nervous, they actively made him wish to cease to exist. However, since he was forcing himself to change and open up more to people and since he already had reasons to go in the free food, there was no way for him to say no to the proposal of the party. "...yeah, me too, but there's free food. Can't deny the free food." He silently listened to the brief exchange that took place between Miharu and Ren and decided that he really, really liked the small girl's demeanor. He's talking about Ren, of course. A clarification might have been needed because 'small girl' is kinda ambiguous in this case.

Suddenly, the girl with the rabbit mask materialized next to them with a tray in her hand. She placed all of the items in the middle of the table and gave Trent a slight warning. "...it's boiling. It's... it's physically bubbling, I think I would have noticed."

Several thoughts were crossing the pale young man's head. First off, when did we order all these sandwiches and cookies? He grabbed one of the sandwiches and took a bite from it. It... was better than the pastries served in Hoshiyen's. By a very wide margin.

Secondly, what the fuck. Next, he looked at the cup containing the Non-racist Panda Coffee. That... had to be the most adorable drink he'd ever had in his possession. He lifted the cup and took a sip, only to receive a mouthful of cream and wish for death. Agh, it's so sweet... He was not used to drinks that were that sweet and soft... He set the cup down on the table gently - the panda hadn't lost its shape much, if at all.

Lastly, what the fuck. Now his eyes were laying on the cup that contained the possibly infamous Black Death coffee... Why does it have a 3D skull on it. Why does--he looked around the shop--why does a place like this even have cups like these. He picked up the cup and saw that it contained some sort of possibly edible substance up to half the cup's capacity. He tipped the cup slightly and it took the 'drink' far more time than a normal liquid to settle in the cup again... What's more, it seemed to be at boiling point or close to it.

He grabbed the cup with both hands and, in silence, began channeling ice magic to it. Nobody would notice and in no time the substance would be in a possibly drinkable state. "...I think I'm gonna wait a bit before drinking out of this... cup. Thanks." Trent nodded at the girl with the rabbit mask and went back to looking at the cup held in his hands... He was still in disbelief.

What was worse was that when he was done chilling it it was probably going to be even thicker and sludgier, somehow. He wasn't sure if it was actually drinkable or if he had just been poured a cup of motor oil. It... reeks of coffee, though. Like, as if I snorted coffee powder and kept it there until my sense of smell was nearly dead--like that.
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Miharu chuckled.

"Don't let its appearance fool you. It's actually a really strong, smooth blend," she said.

Tomoyo saluted. "Welp! if you guys need anything, just give me a holler!" she said. "I have to tend to the front again!"

Miharu tilted her head. "By the way, why are you waiting on us when you're the cashier?"

Tomoyo grinned and leaned forward, her hands and the coffee tray behind her. ""Cause I'm interested in your boyfriend, of course!"

Miharu's eyes widened and her face turned completely red. "E-e-eh!?? P-Proctor-san's not my boyfriend!"

"Huh?" she asked.

Tomoyo pinched her chin and gave Trent a once-over.

"But he's just as you described. Tall, pale as death, a senior...are you sure this isn't the right guy?" she asked.

Miharu frowned, her cheeks practically glowing. "Yes! Proctor-san isn't Kurokami-senpai!"

Upon hearing this, Tomoyo seemed to have had an epiphany. "Ah! He's not wearing glasses! Yeah, you're right. This can't be him, then!" she said. "Then, I'll leave you two be. Or maybe Proctor-san's Ren's boyfriend?"

The blank-faced child glared at Tomoyo and frowned.

"I only like Mason-san," she said surprisingly, but still in a flat tone.

"Eh? Since when."

"He gave me a doll. I must win his favor."

"..."

Tomoyo chuckled a bit and then saluted again before leaving. "Win his heart, Renga!"

Miharu sighed in exasperation. "And I thought I was awkward..." she murmured.

Ren nodded and sipped her iced tea. Only a moment later, she raised her hand for a moment. "The toilet demon calls me!" she said. "I'll be right back!"

With that, the tinier of the two guys ran towards the bathroom at the corner of the cafe. Miharu glanced around.

"By the way, Proctor-san," she said. "While Ren is gone, I wanted to talk to ask you about something ruins related."

She looked at Trent for a moment before speaking. "This is a little strange to ask, but have you ever been on the floor beneath the first one?"
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Despite Miharu's words, Trent was still baffled by the cup of 'coffee' that had been set out in front of him. "...I hope so."

He listened to the exchange that took place in front of him between the lilac-haired girl and the waitress with a bunny mask... up until the part when the other girl assumed he was Miharu's boyfriend. "...I'm not her b--" Before he could finish the phrase the girl basically exploded into animesque awkwardness and denial. Uh.

He heard the description the girl with the rabbit mask gave about Miharu's boyfriend and was astonished to hear just how similar they appeared to be. I need to meet this guy someday. Shortly after, the waitress stated that he had to be Ren's boyfriend. "I am positive that that would be very illegal." Granted, although he wasn't of legal age yet Ren was still a little girl, and just... no.

It seemed to be that she already had a crush on someone else. Well, that was n--it was a guy that had given her a doll. Yes. Definitely a little girl. He didn't really know what else he expected. The waitress walked away and then Miharu made a comment. "Oh, don't worry, you're still plenty awkward..."

Somehow it appeared to be that Ren had a hyperactive metabolism and a microscopic bladder, since she just took a sip of her drink and immediately after went to the bathroom. She was an interesting person, at the very least. Miharu then proceeded to ask him a question, and...

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The pale young man's gaze narrowed slightly at the very sudden change in the conversation topic. He set the cup he was holding on the table - it was surely nearing freezing temperatures by that point, just like Trent like it - and then tore his hands away from it, revealing a slight layer of frost that had formed under his hands. It was obvious to Miharu that he had been using magic. He leaned forward on the table so as not to be heard by anyone but the target of his speech, though with his volume that was quite improbable. "...I have not. I have reached several times some stairs and slopes that look like they lead to a lower floor, but the Shadows there are much stronger than the ones near the entrance, and I still have some difficulty dealing with them. I am choosing not to risk certain death by descending to the second floor... I'm not even sure if I'm ready. Come to think of it, maybe I could ask about that on Bedlam."
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Miharu nodded.

"I suppose that's the wisest decision," she said.

She smiled sheepishly and scratched her cheek.

"See, I've actually been down there, but of course with much stronger others," she said. "I had been asking if I could help out in any way, so I and two others went there. It was a little tough and we fortunately made it through. The thing is, we found something interesting. I think it was posted up in Bedlam a month back, but we found an elevator. I think it goes even further down, but it's out of repair. I'm curious if someone could take a look at it that happens to be a user. Would you happen to know anyone? Or maybe know how to fix elevators yourself?"

She chuckled a little on the last part, which was half a joke.
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Trent regarded the lilac-haired girl with a blank gaze as she explained that she had already descended to the second floor of the Ruins and encountered an elevator. "...repairing an elevator takes an elevator technician or at least a mechanical engineer that knows his shit..." He took a sip from the coffee with the panda's face in it, stretching it out of shape further. "...or it... do we know what's wrong with it? Is there, like, no electricity flowing into it or did you try it out and notice that the buttons don't work or does it flat out not open or..."

The pale young man was at a loss. He seemed to have taken the comment about him being able to fix it seriously. "Goddammit, I know I'm going into engineering or science or at least math, but... I have no idea. I know a little about circuits, electricity flow and something about forces in the physical world so maybe I can see what I can do, but I can't promise anything."

Pushing said thoughts aside, Trent went back to his first cup of coffee - the non-scary one, that is. The panda only looked sad now--pffft, bootleg panda--, and the pale young man noticed that there appeared to be a solid layer of cream separating him and the coffee. He took a coffee spoon, gently pierced right the middle of the panda's forehead with it... and then began stirring with vigor in what was perhaps a slightly grim spectacle. The panda gave away without much of a fight and was defeated, replaced only by... oddly light-colored coffee. He took another sip, and Jesus Christ how much sugar do they put in this thing. He took the skull cup, poured a small amount of its contents onto the other cup, waited until the oddly viscous substance finally settled in the white cup and then stirred so more.

The coffee within darkened several shades. Trent was legitimately astonished. "What the fuck..." He took a sip and, suddenly, the coffee was much more drinkable and enjoyable.

He looked at the black skull cup with mistrust. Calling its contents a strong blend no longer was appropriate - it was probably murder to down it all at once.

"...so you're... telling me you drank this regularly...?"
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Miharu smiled sheepishly.

"Eheh, guilty," she said. "All the other coffees here were to sweet to my tastes. I'm a fan of black coffee and at the very least, I'll only accept a dollop of milk as an additive. Anyways, please don't let its appearance fool you. It goes down super smoothly and while its strong, it tastes like real coffee; none of that convenience store nonsense."

Miharu giggled.

"I also should have warned you the Non-Racist Panda Coffee is a taaaad to sweet," she said. "I think it goes along with the message for obliterating racism. That the world could be a happier and sweet place? Or was it that too much political correctness gives people diabetes...hmm...I'm not sure. At least it's cute to look at, right?"

Ren would come back from the washroom and take her seat. She instantly started drinking her iced tea again.

"I have dealt with the toilet demon," she said.

"That's nice," Miharu said as she pet the girl's head.

Ren titled her head at Trent.

"What? You haven't drunk the Black Death coffee yet? Weak."

"Ren-chan!" Miharu scolded. "He started with the other coffee first."

Ren pointed a finger at Trent. "I dare you to finish that thing in one gulp," she said. "Bet you can't do it."

The blank-eyed girl seemed like she was serious. Now, while the Black Death coffee wasn't actually lethal, it did make one with low caffeine intolerance super jiffy and unable to sleep for three days. How it would affect Trent was a mystery. It was hard to take Miharu's words for it, after all. This was the same girl who tried to teach her cousin rollerblading when she herself couldn't skate.
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Trent silently drank the cup of what used to be Non-Racist Panda Coffee as Miharu spoke, up until she began speaking about its meaning. He nearly choked up. "W-whoa there, friend, you might want to slow down." He couldn't believe he had quoted a series of internet videos in Japanese. However, the reason for him suddenly stopping Miharu had to do with the whole 'political correctness' ordeal and how it could spark a rather heated debate if anyone else heard them. He knew. He moved in the right (or should we say wrong?) circles online and knew just how well people didn't manage said topics.

"It's... cute, I guess? I mean, the panda in my cup is dead and its remains have been evenly spread through the entire contents of the cup, and--" Luckily, Ren returned and Trent no longer felt the need to derail the conversation. As always, she uttered a deadpan comment and then... proceeded to challenge him?

"...why should I take you up on the challenge?" Trent regarded the girl with a blank gaze and a flat tone as he spoke, as though her words had no effect on him. However, he was now curious as to what the Black Death coffee tasted like. He picked up the menacing cup, took a sip of it...

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As the thick sludge coated every surface of his mouth and descended through his throat, Trent couldn't describe what it made him feel. It was bitter. It was thicker than coffee should ever be. It didn't feel right... and he actually loved it. "...huh." He lifted the cup again and took another sip. And another one. And another one. And before he knew it, he had taken Ren up on her challenge without meaning to and happened to down the entire cup in almost one gulp.

"...well, that was actually really nice. I need to come here more often. I, uh, I think I just took your offer...?" The pale young man tried to take a sip of the other cup but now that he had experienced the Black Death coffee everything felt sickeningly sweet without exceptions. "...ugh." He set the cup down on the table and, subconsciously, began tapping his foot against the ground.

As his hands were on the table, it was clearly visible to both Miharu and Ren that his fingers were trembling, even though it wasn't cold outside. The coffee was beginning to take its effect on him, and that wasn't good... For him, that is, because it's gonna be amusing.
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"Impressive," Ren said bluntly as she finished her iced tea and moved onto a sandwich.

Miharu herself had been a little surprised. She placed a hand over her mouth.

"Oh my. You're shaking!" she said. "I...I was going to warn you that you shouldn't drink it in one go."

"A little too late for that," Ren said.

Around this time, Tomoyo would come around, but no longer in uniform. She had a rabbit bag slung on one shoulder and her mask still atop her head.

"Mi-chaaan~I just finished my shift and--oh god, did he really drink it?" Tomoyo said upon seeing Trent's empty cup.

Miharu looked at Trent and grinned nervously. "U-um, how are you faring, Proctor-san?"
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Something very strange was happening to Trent's perception of reality at that moment. It felt as though either the world was beginning to move slower or everything was occurring in a blur. He wasn't sure of what was happening... but he knew he liked it.

"Heh... heheheh..." A grin spread across his face, as his fingertips continued to tremble. "What do you mean, Miharu-san? I feel amazing, holy crap." He sounded... strangely cheerful and lively. "I--wow, that's the best coffee I've had in my entire life, I need to buy some of those death coffee grain thingies!" He would probably end up crashing hard later on, but his mind was racing too much for him to really care a lot about it. He impatiently began tapping his fingers on the table at a rather fast pace. "Hahaha... I feel like I can do anything I want!" Rapidly, he grabbed the other coffee cup and downed it all in one go.

This is going to be good. "So, uh, yeah, we were talking about something, right? What were we talking about?" His speech was even faster than usual...
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