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Post by Grisha on Jul 21, 2021 20:49:17 GMT -8
Ever since Grisha received the Mokuzai, the world opened like a door. High in the sky, he could have seen the world until he couldn’t anymore, and it excited and scared him at the limitless freedom. He could go anywhere. It was too difficult for his brain to consider a direction—to plan and brainstorm if that was the direction he wanted to go. So, he decided not to think. Instead, he chose a direction and went with it. Grisha and the log crossed the desert, passing through canyons, and over dunes whose golden silt formed twisters. With no cover, the sun relentlessly bore down on him, forcing him to wrap his head in his mustard-yellow robes. On the horizon, he saw a blue line; and the blue line stretched until it passed beneath him in the form of water.
It had felt like forever since he had seen so much water. The log lowered to a foot above the water’s oscillating surface and Grisha put his feet in. It ran cool and soothed his rough, desert-hardened feet. His feet slid like water skis as the log continued to fly, rising and falling with the waves. The Saiyan sighed in relief. The salty breeze filled his rippling robes, wrapping his body in a cool embrace. Grisha smiled in content before he tipped back upon the log. He crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes as the Mokuzai lifted back into the sky.
The weather felt perfect, which bothered Grisha a little. If he had adapted to the warmer weather, then going back home wasn’t going to feel the same. Every time he had ventured to mainland with Tobias, he always had to readjust to the Kousetsu climate.
While he relaxed, a strange, spicy aroma touched his senses. Beef; chicken; pork; and some ingredients he hadn’t ever smelled before. Grisha’s nostrils wiggled as he inspected the aroma. Drool started to seep from the seams of his mouth, and he opened his eyes in surprise before using the back of his hand to wipe it away. He was hungry—starving. He had gone so many days without a full-fledge meal that his stomach had gotten used to it until that moment. There was food, but where? In the middle of the ocean?
Grisha rocked into an upright position. His hands planted on the Mokuzai between his dangling legs as he curiously saw a white boat in the distance. There was music and cheering. It had to have been the only boat in the vicinity. Glancing down at the Mokuzai, Grisha pointed and directed, “Go there.”
The Mokuzai listened, carrying the giant over to what appeared to be a ship, but not just any ship. To Grisha’s ignorance, it was the ship of a famed fast-food chain called Taco King. Everyone on the ship munched on Taco King products from the obvious tacos to other innovations. The party aboard the ship seemed exclusive for they were gathered around a counter where men in strange suits and wearing odd face masks spoke to them about a pepper.
WC: 516
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Post by Ty on Jul 21, 2021 23:24:04 GMT -8
Tiger Lily was flying across the sky with a tiny Fennec Fox woman cradled in her arms, her fluffy tail was curled over her petite form like a ball of fur, while she was healed from her injuries it was her spirit that was hurt overall. The groundskeeper for the Pilaf Land tree house, felt partly at fault for luring the duo into the northern lands into a dangerous situation, and they barely managed to escape with their lives as a result. The aroma in the air was enticing, in the distance was a Taco King boat, and the red headed teen figured it would cheer the vixen up if she ate food Cayle formulated himself as the CEO of the company from the menu; Ty also never met anyone who did not like his cooking either and it was a close second to none. The boat was docked next to a sand bar full of palms in the middle of the ocean between the mainland and the southern islands with the sun setting in the horizon. Aji Dulce was the waitress of the Taco King Boat, she was with a close friend, explaining the new crop of peppers Ensalada Islanders developed that would pair well with her taco; holding up a blue stripped pepper in her left hand. However, the blonde woman was uncertain about her spice tolerance, and was cautious about adding anything extra to a delicious taco that would numb her taste buds. As soon as Tiger Lily and Rosemary landed they were greeted by the tan saiyan woman. “Welcome to Taco King. I am your host Aji Dulce. What would you like to order?”[278] [794/6,000]
Starting PL: 34,798
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Post by Chardonnay on Jul 22, 2021 12:16:56 GMT -8
Chardonnay was a bit worried about Echo and the rest of the Pig Demon Duchies who remained at the border. While they were successful in driving the invaders out, what were the chances that the enemy would retaliate back? What if they were unprepared this time? The baroness protested and expressed her desire to stay, however, the strawberry blonde swordsman was stern and ordered her to go back to their village so they could resume their training, promising that it wouldn’t take them long to clean up the aftermath and would meet her as soon as they returned. He even gifted the girl a snow cloud so she could travel with ease. Hovering over the endless blue sea, the little girl sighed in disappointment, she met with her brother and her friends only to get separated from them again. A bit exhausted from the battle earlier, she laid her back in the fluffy cloud while holding tiny Sakuya in her arms, eyes darting towards the peaceful skies. If the world was as tranquil as the heavens right now, they would not need to train or fight, and they would just play around like normal kids. If the world was at peace, her father would still be alive… Chardonnay could only imagine what it felt like, she closed her eyes and started to dream of that perfect place. Everyone she knew was there… Baron Zirfandel, Merlot, Sakuya, her grandparents... Echo, Note and their family... her new found friends, Duchess Juniper and Valentus, as well as their companions Hachi and Paizu. They were just… having a good time, a picnic by the ocean, eating lots of foods like steak, pizza, large roasted turkey… burritos, taco...and peppers. Peppers? Her stomach began to growl. The baroness shot up from her daydreaming, she was pretty sure she smelled food somewhere, and it was the reason her hunger awakened just now. Scanning the area around the vast azure deep, the girl noticed a white boat a few hundred meters away, it would only make sense that the enticing aroma of different and unique spices came from there, and so, in a heartbeat, she commanded her cloud to fly over the mysterious restaurant. [368] [1,162/6,000] Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) Toshiro Motoyama Grisha Ty
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Jul 22, 2021 14:09:43 GMT -8
He was alone. He had been alone for some time now. It was something that Vidar was used to. Being alone that is. He was not exactly surrounded by scientists with smiling faces back then, back when he was still in the lab, hidden underground from the rest of the world. Back then, the scientists looked at him - with the exception of Doctor Kringle - as a tool, a machine, a weapon with which they would hopefully one day rid the world of Piccolo and his ilk. And even when they were around him, even when he was in their presence, he always felt alone. They spoke, even about him, as if he were not in the room; or, to put cement the image better in one's mind, they spoke as if they knew he was in the room but he was not a living sentient being but rather a side table or an old vintage steamer trunk, or a potted plant stood off to the side, and they were talking about him and pointing at him, but not really looking at him.
Doctor Kringle always looked at him. He always talked to him. He always locked eyes with him. He made Vidar feel heard, seen.
Now, he had been alone for some time. He was surrounded by people, but none that he knew. Kiryu had gone, he did not know where. His cyborg samurai friend had also disappeared, and he would find it impossible to track him down. The snake woman was also gone. Where had she disappeared to? Oh, so many people he had met that just vanished completely.
Were they alright? Had they simply just moved on? It was possible.
He had been so busy trying to find Dr. Kringle's other labs that he had not really had much time to make any friends as he traveled from one place to another, with single minded determination, attempting to locate those labs, those hidden refuges of science and technology, so he could possibly, replace his missing limb, perhaps upgrade himself, perhaps become stronger, better, faster, and not the outdated cyborg he was more than sure he was.
He would not be able to bring down Piccolo. Not with the amount of power he had now. Not with just one arm. He needed an update.
There was something in his file, something about a bunker. He could not read the file in its entirety. It was, as many of Dr. Kringle's files were, corrupted. It had been messed with in order to make it almost illegible, but he did manage to decrypt some small portions of it. Those portions are what led him to Rango; they were written in a language that he did not understand.
So he went to the one other person whom he hoped would be able to read it.
"Eh? What? Oh hey, it's you!" He flashed his big trench coat open. Almost on instinct, Vidar turned his head away as if he were about to be flashed a sight that he did not ask for nor consent to see, but instead, it was just Rango, as usual, showing off the many images, photos, he had pinned on the inside of his trench coat. He should have been used to this by now.
He explained to the robot his predicament, showed him the file.
"Oh, that's Tuffle. Uh, let me see here...There's a bunker. Out...way out there? Huh. Well, that's where you got to go. Here, lemme show you a map. Uh, here it is. Ok there. Right where I marked it. You got a boat? No? You need a boat? Yeah? I can get you there. If you let me take a gander at whatever's inside that bunker."
"That sounds agreeable." And that was it. That was how Vidar wound up out in the middle of the ocean, with Rango and his assistant, making their way across the beautiful blue-green waters, a bittersweet salty breeze washing over them. He stood at the helm of the boat, looking out across the waves, his yellow eyes glowing within their black sclera as he allowed his sensors to reach out, to scan farther up ahead, zooming in.
"There appears to be some kind of island, or sandbar... There is a boat there. More people are heading in that direction. I suggest we go see what they are doing over there. Perhaps they know about this bunker..." Though as he allowed his sensors to reach out that far, he could not help but pick up some familiar energy readings; including that of Tiger Lilly.
The boat soon saddled up close to the sand bar.
Rango stepping up onto dry land alongside his assistant, and Vidar walking ahead.
"Excuse me." He called out to anyone who was closest. "I'm searching for a possible lead on a tuffle bunker..." The closest person that he could see was Tiger Lily, "I do not know if you remember me... But we met before?" He pointed to the spot where his arm used to be, "You commented about a family member being some kind of Doctor, yes?"
WC: 855 CWC: 2,017 / 6,000
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Post by Toshiro Motoyama on Jul 22, 2021 14:29:21 GMT -8
What did it mean to be a hero?
It was an important question. His life had literally been spared for the sake of being a hero. Powerlessness was usurped with a greater strength—a strength given for the purpose of saving the world. But who were the ones that needed saving? Nothing was clear, and even less was certain.
He was grasping in the dark for something, anything, to steer him in the right direction. Aiding strangers seemed as good a first step as any.
The camaraderie of the commercial boat's atmosphere was lively. Upbeat music filled the air, swirling and mixing with the smells of sizzling beef and sautéed vegetables. The wooden boards beneath his feet seemed to pulse in time with the music. Multi-colored strings of lights dangled overhead, fueling the surreal atmosphere.
He could hear the belly-shaking laugh of the pudgy, wealthy bureaucrat he'd rescued from an overturned jetski earlier than morning just behind him. It sounded like the man had had one too many drinks. He'd re-paid Shiro's heroic actions by permitting him to join his entourage, yet the moment the merry group boarded the Taco King boat, Shiro stole away to a private area near the stern.
He leaned against the railing, hair tousled by a gentle, briny wind sweeping off the water and over the boat itself. Numbers and data scrolled past his vision: the ocean's current temperature, a humidity reading, blueprints and schematics of the boat he stood upon automatically downloaded to his memory database...
A walking computer. Is that all he was anymore?
He'd tried to turn it off more than once, but without the proper commands, his efforts were in vain. The more he desired to feel like a normal teenager, the more of an affront his mechanical body became to him. He was grateful for a second chance at life, no doubt, but... was this all there was to look forward to?
Hero work. It was about all he had. The pretty Saiyan woman, Aji, had offered to let him taste some rare new pepper. Shiro had declined twice already, but from the sounds of it, she was having a hard time convincing people to partake.
Maybe he should help.
He pushed away from the railing, turning and heading toward the woman. There were new arrivals reaching the docked boat, some by air, touching down on the deck in front of him. It was becoming more crowded than he had anticipated. "Hey... um..." He scratched idly at his cheek, muttering his words towards Aji. "If you need someone to taste that new pepper of yours... I mean... I've got nothing better to do..."
He glanced at some of the others.
"Hey. I'm Shiro. Not that you asked..."
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Post by Grisha on Jul 22, 2021 19:57:57 GMT -8
“Step right up. Experience a heat you’ve never experienced before. This is the hottest pepper in the world, folks. The Ki-Liner Reaper!” A man in a yellow HAZMAT suit and wearing red, rubber gloves was holding up a blue-striped pepper by its stem. In front of him, he had rows of tacos with the diced-up blue pepper sprinkled on them. Many of the passengers gandered at the tacos and even took pictures of them on their phone, but not a single person had stepped up to sample the food. Grisha was hovering above the heads of the passengers, staring down at the tacos the man seemed to be offering for free. He stepped off his log into the air and dropped toward the deck below. There was a whoosh and when the giant landed, there was a loud thump that shook the entire ship, causing it to quake and bob. Passengers fled in a ring around him, gawking at his appearance with hanging jaws and wrinkled noses. Grisha had been in the desert for months. Two inches of coarse, black hair covered his jaw. His hair had grown near to his shoulders, and his skin had been tanned to a light cinnamon in the sun. He had no shoes, bags, or any fancy accessories. His odd robes made people whisper and gossip. The Saiyan straightened from his slightly, crouched posture and stood towering over the passengers who gasped in awe at his height. Wearing a cautious scowl, he stepped up to the table with the tacos, causing the cooks to nervously step back. “Uh…do you wanna try our newest product?” one of the cooks asked weakly. Grisha hummed as he leaned over and sniffed the tacos. They smelled delicious, but there was a peppery scent in there that made him straighten and grasp his nostrils. The smell was practically lighting his senses on fire. “Maybe it’s a bit too strong for you?” the cook continued. “Hmm!?” Grisha’s brows furrowed even harder as he gave the two cooks a frightening look that made them tense. “Uh-uh, he didn’t mean it! Go ahead and try it. You look like you can take the heat!” Grisha’s grey eyes shifted from one cook, who shied away from his glance as though lasers were bombarding his face, over to the second one. His eyes then lowered to the tacos and he grasped one. Shreds of lettuce, cheese, and cubes of tomato tumbled as he lifted the beefy, blue-speckled tortilla to his mouth. The loud crunch was music to everyone’s ears. Grisha had taken one large bite, and then further shoving the taco into his mouth, took a second. His cheeks swelled with the leafy, cheesy, and meaty contents. The spices soaked into his tongue along with the pepper that started to scorch his tastebuds. The Saiyan paused in his chewing, his brows lifting in surprise at the heat that started to assault his mouth. He blinked twice before swallowing his meal. His mouth opened as he exhaled a cooling breath, “ Keeeeh~!” A broad grin expanded on the giant’s face and the cooks gawked at him in shock. “Wow; I expected him to be begging for milk.” Grisha grasped a second taco and tossed it into his mouth. Nom!The cooks jumped in startle. “Hey! Leave some for the other passengers!” He was eating the tacos so quickly that they started to turn to the other cooks. “Shit! Hurry! Get us some more Ki-Liner Tacos!” WC: 579 Total: 3,054 Tag: Ty Chardonnay Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) Toshiro Motoyama
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Post by Ty on Jul 23, 2021 5:39:32 GMT -8
Rosemary took a seat at one of the tables, her petite stature kept her at eye level with the floral arrangement, and Tiger Lily turned to look at the heterochromia teenager who introduced himself either directly to her or the host. The half saiyan teenager was at a loss for words, she was not paying any attention to know who he was talking to, so she laughed. “Hi there Shiro! I am Tiger Lily.” Ty extended her finger-less gloved hand at the duo hair colored teen to shake in greeting. A moment later Vidar joined the boat, asking about a tuffle bunker, which caused Rosemary to flinch in her seat and flop her fennec fox ears low. A sigh escaped Ty’s lips as she nodded, and answered the single arm android. “Do you think we can discuss the bunker some other time?”After a beat she continued, “Of course I remember you. We fought tuffle pirates, participated in Kiryu’s tournament, and you searched my neighbor's island for Dr. Kringle’s lab. Has it been that long? My uncle Toad Lily excels in cybernetic prosthetics, he will be able to get you a new arm, in no time at all.”
While Aji Dulce was handling the blue pepper with stripes without protection, the rest of the staff used gloves, and sure enough a crowd began to form to order food. The arrival of Grisha was met with awe, he rocked the boat just enough to grab everyone’s attention when he landed wearing traditional monk robes. A wider grin formed on the host’s visage, her saiyan tail waved slightly in the air at the sight of this man, and the cooks were quick to feed this finely sculpted muscled customer with tacos that included the special pepper on the menu. “How about a special blue pepper taco eating contest, everyone? The winner gets a lifetime supply of z-liner peppers!” Aji Dulce announced to everyone on board. As Chardonnay approached cautiously on a snowy white cloud, the host gestured for the girl to come closer, “You look just as strong as any formidable saiyan child. Care to participate in the contest, little one?”[358] [3,412/6,000]
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Post by Chardonnay on Jul 25, 2021 3:39:38 GMT -8
Just as she was about to get off her kinto-un, a woman suddenly approached her offering some tacos sprinkled with… blue peppers? Actually, the woman was asking Chardonnay to participate in some kind of an eating contest, but the baroness was quite hesitant to take the challenge. "Uh... I-I don't--" the little girl replied with a bit of uncertainty, a cold sweat traced down from her temple. While the tacos looked mouth-watering, she couldn’t help but remember the blue namekian they just met earlier in the port town. Well, he was nice… but imagining all the namekians they killed a while ago, the weird color of their blood that watered the foreign land, and the slimy eggs forming as they regenerated… uh... the food suddenly looked unappetizing. Perhaps her imagination was just too strong, there was really nothing wrong with peppers in a blue tint. It was just… how she associated it with her recent encounter. However, her stomach made a loud growl, indicating that she was hungry… She also started to feel weak as the enticing aroma of the beef and sauteed vegetables seeped in through her nostrils. Sakuya didn’t have to sniff the food, she already smelled its enticing flavors while they were still a few kilometers away, and like her master, she was beaten up from hunger, ready to fill her stomach with these delicious snacks. After all, she ate a handful of distasteful insect beasts, this was definitely a more satisfying treat. Forget how the tacos, rather, the peppers looked. If the stomach called for a supply, the body should respond well by providing whatever was available. As such, Chardonnay immediately succumbed to her appetite, hopping off the snowy cloud and agreeing to join the contest. It really didn't matter whether she wins or not. She just wanted to satiate her empty digestive tract. After all, the food was free, and it was only the right timing since she didn’t have any money with her. Carpe diem. [334] [3745/6000] Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) Toshiro Motoyama Grisha Ty
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Post by Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) on Jul 26, 2021 11:13:02 GMT -8
Hm? He noticed the expression on their faces. He noticed the look on Rosemary's face. He noticed the way that her ears flopped down atop her head. She looked upset by the mention of the word Tuffle. Ty also did not appear all too pleased.
"Did I say something wrong?" He peered over at Ty, unsure of if he said anything that would have upset Rosemary, he had no idea who she was or what her connection to to Tuffles were. Though he wasn't going to ask, especially now that he saw her reaction to simply uttering the word Tuffle. "Yes, we can speak about it a bit later; I was hoping to find something of use inside of it, perhaps some way to upgrade my systems. It has been some time since I got an upgrade and as you can see..." He peered over at the empty spot where his arm should be, "I am in need of it...The more time I spend outside of Doctor Kringle's lab, the more I realize that I am...highly outdated." He looked around.
There were more people showing up. One after another, they were arriving on the boat. He spotted Grisha, not far away. The tall beast of a man was...unlike anything that he had seen before. He also spotted various other people.
"Is there some kind of event happening here? Should I join?" He peered over at Ty, unsure of much of anything, having just arrived on the boat.
As he looked around, one of the chefs walked over to the trip - Rosemary, Ty, and Vidar - holding a platter of tacos, "Hello, would you like to have some?" The mustachioed man smiled to the group, "These are very delicious."
"...What are those?" Vidar peered over at the steaming tacos.
WC: 300 | 1,155 CWC: 4,045 | 6,000
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Post by Toshiro Motoyama on Jul 27, 2021 14:33:32 GMT -8
The ship rocked and pitched in the shallow waters, passengers spilling every direction as the large figure landed on the boat's deck. He was a gigantic Saiyan, evident from the wild black hair and frightening countenance. The man looked as if he hadn't shaved or showered in a week, maybe more. The robes were akin to something a monk would wear, as dirty and disheveled as he was. The crowd parted like the sea as the giant made his way to the main buffet table. The stench of sweat and stale body odor reached Shiro's nostrils. He recoiled a bit, frowning in distaste at the large man. He made one hell of an entrance. Shiro nearly forgot he'd introduced himself to those within earshot. Aji Dulce flashed him a warm smile and a conspiratorial wink, her tail swishing a hint in his direction before she turned her attention to the big guy. His eyes widened at the gesture. His cheeks warmed a bit. He wasn't used to getting attention from girls. It was a strange and new experience. Two others arrived. One of them sat at a nearby table, her fox ears twitching as she took in the scene. The other turned and acknowledged him. She had distinctive orange hair and a bright smile. Her cerulean colored eyes were pretty, practically sparkling like gems beneath the colorful fluorescent bulbs that dangled over their heads. No doubt the color of the ocean itself on a bright, warm day. His eyes drifted down to her outstretched hand. A handshake? Was he actually going to get to touch a... girl's hand? He'd dreamed of such a moment. Spending countless hours trapped in a hospital dead while his body wasted away had given Shiro plenty of time to lament all the experiences he'd never get to have. One of them was meeting a cute girl. Guess he could check that one off the list. "Tiger... Lily?" He grasped her hand gently, as if afraid to squeeze too hard and harm her. His restraint felt pointless—her grip was unnaturally strong. "Um... cool name. Nice to meet you too." He glanced over at Rosemary, wondering if he should greet her as well. This was all new to him. He glanced at the man standing beside them. He was tall and stern-looking with a shock of blond hair. One of his arms were missing. He didn't register a distinct life signal like everyone else on the boat. Shiro's eyes widened. Could it be... someone like himself? His mind filled with a plethora of questions. Who was this blond man? Where did he come from? How had he lost his arm? The conversation between the man and Tiger Lily had revealed something about the man's search for a particular bunker. So he was searching for something too? Maybe someone? The conversation seemed private and he didn't want to intrude. Shiro turned away from them, gaze landing on someone else who had arrived prior, hovering atop a strange cloud. She was an absent-looking girl with black hair. Her robes were distinctive of one who hailed from the western part of the continent. More images filled his mind's eye as his systems worked to gather the sparse information it could ping from the global net, prompted at his curiosity. The Western Lands were wild, steeped into territorial disputes, demon and criminal activity, and a number of powerful clans with lineages that stretched back to times immemorial. No information at all on this girl or which clan she hailed from. She didn't seem threatening. He thought maybe he could talk to her. The first girl had replied to his greeting. So had Aji. Three girls in one day, and he might start to believe getting himself a girlfriend was possible. A long shot, but possible. Before he could, Aji interjected in a bid to convince the girl to try the rare new, blue-striped peppers. The girl, rightly so, hesitated to take her up on the offer. She stammered a meek reply, eyeing the peppers with a healthy amount of suspicion. Aji tsked, wagging her finger. "Look at the big man putting these away! Would he eat that many if these were anything but delicious?" Her smiled waned as she spied the cooks rushing to put out more tacos whilst unsuccessfully stopping the scary Saiyan from inhaling them at an astonishing pace. A hint of desperation entered her tone. "Please?" Her dark eyes met Shiro's, a silent plea in them. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat. She... wanted his help? He did offer to try one. He glanced at Tiger Lily and the blond droid. They were engrossed in their own conversation. Standing around like a third wheel didn't sound appealing. He approached Aji, his blank expression failing to betray his apprehension. "Uh... I'll try some." Sweeping his gaze over the nearby tray of food, Shiro grabbed two tacos in each hand before looking at the black-haired girl. "If that big guy can eat them, then they must be alright for us... right?" His question betrayed his apprehension. There was only one way to handle something like this. Bottoms up. He scarfed the tacos down, one after another. An explosion of flavor danced along his tongue, his artificial senses registering each individual ingredient and the meal as a whole. Swallowing the final bite, he swiped a hand along his mouth and, for the first time, cracked a grin. "Huh... not too bad I guess—" An alarm blared in his head, as if his systems were going haywire. His eyes widened as something rumbled deep within his stomach. His core was going nuts! It felt as if someone had lit a blazing fire inside of his belly and it had begun to tap dance upon vital organs and the like. He stiffened, tipping over and falling onto the ground. Ice began to coat the side of his cheek and neck as his systems worked to cool him down. He stared blankly through heavy-lidded eyes, unable to do much more than utter a soft groan. Being a hero was more dangerous than he had ever anticipated it could be.
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Post by Grisha on Jul 27, 2021 18:45:54 GMT -8
His hands were moving all on their own. The giant wasn’t even thinking as he grabbed tacos and watched them disappear into his face. He was eating so fast that he would feed two tacos a second after one another into his mouth. Crumbs of tortilla and shreds of lettuce speckled his beard and cheeks. His scarfing ceased when an audible groan sounded from his stomach. The Saiyan stopped with large round cheeks and two tacos clutched in his hands. His eyes were wide at first, but then his brows started to converge with suspicion. The Saiyan Metabo FactoryA worker wearing a dark-blue jumpsuit looked away from the control console toward the bay doors. His eyes widened as he saw them glowing red and smoking. “That doesn’t look good,” he muttered. He glanced back at the console and pressed a button that flipped through various information. A Saiyan’s stomach was hotter than a human’s due to the speed at which food was broken down and converted into energy, but this was too much heat. The worker’s eyes grew at the sight of the data.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed. He slapped his hand upon a red button that started ringing warning claxons.Grisha’s stomach groaned and bubbled loudly, causing the Saiyan to drop the tacos and shakily bend over. He desperately grasped the sample table, while the HAZMAT suited workers gave him a strange look. “A-are you okay buddy?” one of the cooks asked. Sweat built upon Grisha’s brow. His insides felt like they were twisting into knots. “No…good…” Grisha rasped. One of his hands released the table to grasp his stomach as it continued to rumble beneath his hand. Why was this happening? Had the tacos been bad? He was still hungry and yet… “Get everyone out of here!” the factory manager ordered.
“But Boss! You can come with us?” a worker screamed. They were sweating. The entire factory was overheating and about to meltdown. The bay doors were starting to bulge outwards, melting under the heat and pressure.
“Someone has to try and keep these doors closed until the very end.” He turned and glared at the bay doors. His hand was clutching the forearm of his other arm behind his back. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll survive. Now go! Now go or you’re fired!”
The worker’s face scrunched up with emotion before he turned and fled with the other workers from the factory. The doors started to part. A dark, mud-like sludge was starting to seep out along with a hissing, steam-like vapor.Grisha’s eyes shrank in horror, and he bared his teeth in panic. Every muscle in his anus, buns and stomach locked up as he nearly felt it all come out. Suddenly, the Saiyan whirled and barreled through people who were in his way. He shoved people aside, racing down the deck to a line leading to the men’s bathroom. He raced to the front, grasping people by their shoulders. “Hey!” a man angrily exclaimed before screaming as he was flung overboard. Grisha entered the bathroom, swiftly glancing over all the closed stall doors. He approached a random one and ripped the door off, revealing a man sitting on the john. “Hey! Someone’s in her-WOAH!” The man was thrown out of the stall and Grisha whirled, practically near ripping his robes off as he dropped upon the toilet. Men poured out of the bathroom in a panic as though it were on fire. The noises that blared and flatulated from the place was enough to cause those in line to turn around and flee. Everyone was running as though an active shooter was on the boat. WC: 611 | 5,683
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Post by Ty on Jul 27, 2021 20:11:41 GMT -8
“Androids are strange in the particulars of their enhancements. I noticed you came with Rango, he hires people from South City to venture island to island, finding advanced technology in order to upgrade himself with his findings.”Vidar’s attention was caught by the cook who offered tacos with the special Z-liner pepper. After Shiro took her hand, he was lured by Aji Dulce to try some of the food as well, she seemed rather versed with her choice of words, even flicking her saiyan tail in the air to add to her allure. Soon enough everyone was enjoying the tacos, Rosemary abstained from eating the special pepper since her spice tolerance was terrible, and her ears perked up when Tiger Lily’s lips were swelling from the heat. “Eh? My lips are numb.” Ty stopped after eating over twenty, she watched as Shiro ate four then collapsed on the deck and turned himself into an icicle. What happened next caused an uproar, the large saiyan stormed towards the toilet, what happened next behind the closed door sounded like gun shot fire that rocked the vessel. It seemed that he was not the true contest winner and her ocean teal green eyes searched for the one who ate the most tacos. [209] [5,892/6,000]
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Post by Chardonnay on Jul 28, 2021 4:04:32 GMT -8
Chardonnay sat at the table next to the giant who seemed to enjoy the tacos so much. Both his hands were full, and he bit and munched every single tortilla on his hands as if there were no tomorrow. The little girl widened her eyes in surprise, was this man really that hungry? As a noblewoman, it would not be appropriate to eat crazily like that even though her stomach was already begging and yearning for food, so she took every bite carefully, not too slow, but just at the right pace. Hmmm… It was delicious. The beef was soft and tender, and juicy blending well with the tomatoes, lettuce and cabbage, as well as the dressing and the blue peppers, of course. The baroness could feel the sting of the hotness of the peppers in her mouth like firecrackers exploding one by one. Twenty… thirty… fifty… the people surrounding her couldn’t believe what they were seeing. This little girl was chowing down the spicy tacos like it was just an ordinary flavor. Sixty, seventy… This time, the muscle guy next to her stood up; it seemed like he gave up eating the nice treat. Meanwhile, Chardonnay was still munching on the tacos unfazed by what happened to the man. Seventy five… Seventy nine…
She was about to grab another one but… the plates were already empty, and everyone was staring at her while their jaws dropped in astonishment. “Thank you for the food!” [245] [6137/6000] Vidar (PROJECT: RAGNAROK) Toshiro Motoyama Grisha Ty
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