Post by Sinthe on Jan 12, 2017 16:39:15 GMT -5
Having gotten sidetracked again, well having gotten sidetracked from his sidetrack in point of fact, Sinthe was a lot later arriving in Satan City than he had intended. He was fairly sure that this was where the Kaioshin’s girl had asked to meet up with him. Despite numerous setbacks and tangential excursions it had been a great deal easier to find since it at least had a proper name. Who the hell actually called a city just North City anyway? And what was it when you were North of it? And what was it called before it was a city? Just North? Earth’s culture was preposterous in the extreme sometimes but at the very least he’d stumbled upon one or two redeeming features along the way. He was fairly certain he was gonna give this place a pass when he was back in shape. Although there was of course no real need to let anyone else know that.
After wandering this way and that around the streets for some time (more than he was readily willing to admit to) the Anubian chanced to see the selfsame restaurant which he had been directed to. His mouth moistened at the prospect of the exotic cornucopia soon to be had and he made no secret of literally licking his lips in anticipation. That was until someone, some rude as sin Earthling, stepped into his path just as he had entered. He’d killed for less. Hell, he’d done much worse for much less. He fondly remembered the planet he obliterated for having the sheer gall to give him a pillow that was too soft. Some races just didn’t appreciate proper lumbar support.
“Excuse me Mr… uh, sir, but do you have a reservation?”
’Rude,’ Sinthe merely replied with what he had been thinking.
“Mr… Rude?”
Sinthe rolled his eyes and heaved a little sigh of exasperation. That he would fall so far as to be treated this way. It didn’t anger him exactly, frustration was more the word but it was still enough to raise the fur on the back of his neck. Seizing a firm grip of the man’s face with only one hand the ancient Anubian hefted him effortlessly off the floor and held him aloft. ’I make a special point of only destroying those who are rude.’ Well he did… mostly. ’ Mortals like yourself should learn to respect divine grace whenever it’s in amongst you.’
“P-please… please sir, I have a wife, a… a family”
’I appreciate the offer but it’s more a matter of quality than of quantity,’ Sinthe replied to the fervent plea, clearly misunderstanding the meaning of it. He more than likely would have proceeded to crush the life out of the unlucky maitre d or straight up turned his bones to ash then and there had he not struck upon something more interesting. Or, perhaps more importantly, he had been standing in there long enough to smell what was wafting out of the kitchens. Without so much as a second glance he dropped the now quivering, petrified man to the ground and strode in to the resaraunt proper. ’I expect my bill to be comped,’ he said matter of factly. Heh, seemed as though he would be getting lunch after all.
A great number of the patrons suddenly seemed eager to clear out as he passed. He couldn’t imagine why seeing as how whatever was on smelled so good. So ravenous in fact was it making him that by the time he came upon the Kaioshin’s girl he’d scrounged a turkey leg from one of the discarded plates.
’Okay I concede, this place is actually pretty good but the service is awful. Although I can’t say I’d hold the rest of the planet to a much higher standard.’ For a second he looked at her, perplexed before tipping his head back and tapping a finger against his forehead as if to jog his memory with force. ’No, don’t tell me, Chrysalis? Chrysanthemum? Chrysten? Kirsten?’ In the end he just gave up.
’Mortal names are such a pain,’ he said dejectedly as he slumped in to the seat opposite. ’They’re all so long and virtually nonsensical. Say, what was yours again Kaioshin-girl?’
WC:705
PL: 18,300
50% Weights: 9,150
Tag @mizuna
After wandering this way and that around the streets for some time (more than he was readily willing to admit to) the Anubian chanced to see the selfsame restaurant which he had been directed to. His mouth moistened at the prospect of the exotic cornucopia soon to be had and he made no secret of literally licking his lips in anticipation. That was until someone, some rude as sin Earthling, stepped into his path just as he had entered. He’d killed for less. Hell, he’d done much worse for much less. He fondly remembered the planet he obliterated for having the sheer gall to give him a pillow that was too soft. Some races just didn’t appreciate proper lumbar support.
“Excuse me Mr… uh, sir, but do you have a reservation?”
’Rude,’ Sinthe merely replied with what he had been thinking.
“Mr… Rude?”
Sinthe rolled his eyes and heaved a little sigh of exasperation. That he would fall so far as to be treated this way. It didn’t anger him exactly, frustration was more the word but it was still enough to raise the fur on the back of his neck. Seizing a firm grip of the man’s face with only one hand the ancient Anubian hefted him effortlessly off the floor and held him aloft. ’I make a special point of only destroying those who are rude.’ Well he did… mostly. ’ Mortals like yourself should learn to respect divine grace whenever it’s in amongst you.’
“P-please… please sir, I have a wife, a… a family”
’I appreciate the offer but it’s more a matter of quality than of quantity,’ Sinthe replied to the fervent plea, clearly misunderstanding the meaning of it. He more than likely would have proceeded to crush the life out of the unlucky maitre d or straight up turned his bones to ash then and there had he not struck upon something more interesting. Or, perhaps more importantly, he had been standing in there long enough to smell what was wafting out of the kitchens. Without so much as a second glance he dropped the now quivering, petrified man to the ground and strode in to the resaraunt proper. ’I expect my bill to be comped,’ he said matter of factly. Heh, seemed as though he would be getting lunch after all.
A great number of the patrons suddenly seemed eager to clear out as he passed. He couldn’t imagine why seeing as how whatever was on smelled so good. So ravenous in fact was it making him that by the time he came upon the Kaioshin’s girl he’d scrounged a turkey leg from one of the discarded plates.
’Okay I concede, this place is actually pretty good but the service is awful. Although I can’t say I’d hold the rest of the planet to a much higher standard.’ For a second he looked at her, perplexed before tipping his head back and tapping a finger against his forehead as if to jog his memory with force. ’No, don’t tell me, Chrysalis? Chrysanthemum? Chrysten? Kirsten?’ In the end he just gave up.
’Mortal names are such a pain,’ he said dejectedly as he slumped in to the seat opposite. ’They’re all so long and virtually nonsensical. Say, what was yours again Kaioshin-girl?’
WC:705
PL: 18,300
50% Weights: 9,150
Tag @mizuna