Izanami Nightclub :: Merry Christmas!

Funny Restaurant Names

Fu King Chinese Restraunt	33.3%	[ 4 ]
QQ Buffet	25.0%	[ 3 ]
McWank's	8.3%	[ 1 ]
Cafe Polio	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Chez Ebola	8.3%	[ 1 ]
New Sea World (Fish market in NY apparently...)	25.0%	[ 3 ]
Total Votes:			[ 12 ]

[RynSetsuko]

☆═━┈𝓐lvaro 𝓡eyes ┈━═☆

He would have been fine if the water had only turned on and ran where it was supposed to go: the sink. At least that way he could convince himself it was just a plumbing issue, or maybe some fancy gadget triggered by a yet-unseen remote. When it bent and twisted and directed itself into the kettle? Alvaro lurched backward and his a** made good, sudden, friends with the floor. Tiger men...living water...he supposed he was beginning to see why Vincent had actually settled in this place longer than the others.

Slowly, Alvaro would pick himself up, dust off his rear, and settle hesitantly back onto his stool. ******** embarassment, this chick was some sort of magician or something. Understandably, it took more than a few seconds for her suggestion to really sink in, the man nodding along numbly. Soup? Sandwich? How refreshingly normal simple.

There was an urge to question the mechanics of the trick, but the woman excused herself before he could get his voice to cooperate with him. His one good eye focused warily on the sink, as if he expected some huge gush to come spraying out at him.

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Buy it, use it, break it, fix it, Trash it, change it, mail - upgrade it,
Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it, Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write it, cut it, paste it, save it, Load it, check it, quick - rewrite it

[RynSetsuko]

The sudden clones had, indeed, been noticed, but Orin had learned how to work around them. Which mostly meant staying out of their way as they did their thing. Soon after the clones came the Siren they were patterned after and the man would flash the usual little grin that came so easily to his face whenever she entered a room.

The expression was marred only by the fact half a piece of toast was currently held between his teeth.

Occupying his hands were a carton of eggs and package of bacon, which seemed silly now that she'd mentioned lunch. He turned from the still-open refrigerator, closing it with his foot, before moving to a counter to set down the stuff he'd pulled out. The toast was removed from his mouth and Orin shrugged, "Oh I don' think it matters much," Food was food. He could continue with his eggs and bacon or he could wait for Cheru to make something more lunch-y.

[Rawrlicia]

iCheru

It looked a lot more put together than she had ever imagined it-Arian never had been a good builder. All about plain functionality, never about the long term needs of a thing. Someone had taken the time to make a legitimate structure out of it. Arian ran her fingers over the scribbles and drawings, moving along the wall in that slow, limping pace, more pronounced now that she was alone, unobserved. Fingers stilled over the depiction of Kino and Cheru, a little boy that could only be Tarrin.

Onto the next one, tracing one of the depicted demonic wings.

Tristan said Hikaru was already in college. Art major, with a minor in business. She hadn't asked, but she had listened with reluctant gratitude all the same. Art. Definately Naria's son. Naria...

God, it all seemed so long ago. Another life. A stolen life. Something she never should have paused and had. And yet...

A creak of wood outside, and Arian took her fingers off the drawing as caught, vibrantly colored eyes flickering to the open door, a frown on her lips, one that further defined the faint scar that crossed the corner of them. Well, she'd just leave whoever it was to their updated house and-

Auburn hair and then a face she had spent ten long years pretending not to dream about. Thalius would see familiar looking cloth boots-and then a noticeably surprised woman covered in more than her share of scars, looking down at him with obvious shock. Vibrantly blue eyes stared at him, backing away slowly as he climbed in, albeit awkwardly due to the leather brace on her left knee keeping the leg straight.

Oh ********. Oh ******** oh ********, she never should have come back here.

Suddenly, it was as if she had never been gone, as if all the things she had told herself, all the hardening, all the defenses around her heart were ripped asunder as he spoke her name.

"Thalius." The name spilled from her lips unbidden, and Arian's right, puncture scarred hand came up to tug slightly at her turtleneck, anxious. Her voice was rather quieter, a strained quality to it. The updated, kept nature of the treehouse suddenly made perfect sense, eyes darting from his face to the duffel bag-then to his chest, the hunter garb, the swords...not looking at his face. Don't look at his face.

Arian became suddenly interested one of the windows, as if she suddenly wondered what the weather was. In truth, her heart was beating so hard she half wondered if he could hear it, the rush making her already weakened, injured self dizzy.

"Er...hey." A slight gravelly feel, like she wasn't used to talking anymore. Her slight accent was only hinted at with the short word, and, amazingly-it was ALL she said. Frustrating woman, Arian.

[Rawrlicia]

Tristan woke late, his wife missing, his little girl not in her adjoined bedroom. No doubt his two lovely ladies were out someplace, probably shopping. Probably blowing through his retirement.

Buttoning the cufflinks on the light blue dress shirt, Tristan finished tucking in the shirt into his dark pants as he walked down the hall, knocking on the last door on the left before the mysterious hall, the only door without a white card, blank or otherwise. "Arian?"

He knocked again, already suspecting the worst. Turning the knob, Tristan looked inside, heart sinking. Not here. Injured as she was, he had hoped he would at least stick around to heal, and in sticking about-end up staying. How long could she possibly keep this up? She wasn't as young as she used to be, her body would fail on her eventually.

With a sigh, Tristan closed the door and walked down the hall. There was no use in thinking about it, though he wished, for once, she would just -listen- to him. Down the stairs, he fixed his expression into a charming smile as he approached the bar, taking his usual seat with little mind to everyone else in the room save Orin and Cheru if she ventured from the kitchen. The couple got a nod and a "Good morning" as he picked up the paper and started light heartedly reading through it.

[iCheru]

Orin's grin was well welcomed as she entered, giggling at the toast. "Don't worry about it then~ I'll save some if you get hungry later." With it's job now taken, the water clone of Cheru went to make sandwiches." I love a man that cooks~" Stirring the soup with one hand, she would lean closer to him to take bite out of his toast. "Yummy~" The water clone handled the sandwich and she called forth on another to take the soup. "I'll be back. Water should be boiled soon." Orin would get a kiss on the jawline before Cherry head back out." Tristan~ Hello~" Without him asking, she'd move on to the task of pulling strawberries out of the mini fridge and a porcelain bowl. "Would you like coffee?"

Cutting off the ends of the berries, she'd drop them into the bowl until she felt it was enough and would slide it over to him. He looked like he needed a pick me up. Once the kettle whistled, she'd tend to that, turning off the hot plate and taking the top off. Remember the teacups from earlier? While she completely disregarded them for getting the tea bags, the water from the kettle rose out of it on it's own, still steaming. It's bend and wind it's own path into the cups just in time for her to put the bags in. " Here you are~" She'd slid them out to empty stools nearby." Just it a moment to brew. The longer, the stronger~ Next was the shaggy man. "You meal is almost ready." She would offer a friendly smile. "Anything to drink for you~?" After almost two decades of living here and mot being hired as staff, she was still pretty darn good at hosting. Just don't ask her to mix alcohol for you.

[DXVII]

Elliterate

"That's a wonderful philosophy." 517 murmured just loudly enough to be heard. Finding a place within himself? That sounded fantastic. Though, 517 knew his place. He was to be the tireless beacon against the evil that pervaded the world. It's not like he had much of a choice in the matter. Death just seemed to follow him wherever he went. Even here, when he was just sitting and talking with this monk, he could not be sure if all of the patrons were among the living. There was one whom he'd picked out as a ghoul right off the bat. Not that the other patrons would be able to see it, or even sense it. It was such a lowly creature that it had not been an aura, or a malign feeling that had given it away as a ghost to 517.

It had been the fact that her skin was a pallid grey, her eyes were weeping wounds, her mouth was a tear that split her lower face from ear to ear with thin strips of flesh hanging off the sore and the babe suckling curdled and foetid milk from her decaying teat had a hole on the back of its skull that spilled black, congealed brain matter all over the mother's forearm in a constant stream of decaying ooze. Each of which individually was enough of a marker for 517 to know that the revenant was a deceased spirit, and that he'd be the only one to spy the ugly creature off in the corner. A lonely, pitiful thing.

Perhaps on his way out, he'd banish it out of pity. Give it some form of release from this chaotic world.

"They're caffeine capsules." 517 shifted his attention away from the dead and back to the living. There was no use dwelling on his curse to be surrounded at all times by the deceased and horrifying. There was a pretty little monk vying for his attention. He'd gleefully give it to her, grateful for the distraction. "I uh- I don't sleep well." That was the understatement of the century. "So these help keep me awake. They're better than the alternative, as far as stimulants go. Better than steroids, or uppers, or other hard drugs, y'know? Ain't proud of the habit, but it could be worse." 517 shrugged.

He'd noticed the display of the barkeep's water mastery. Very little escaped those tired eyes of his. But it had surprised him little. He'd been on Gaia Prime long enough to know of its mystical nature, and his earlier encounter with the monk had been proof of such. Everyone here had powers of some sort. Everyone. He'd patiently wait for the tea to be ready, and for Jun to ask him more questions. He was positive she'd have plenty to talk to him about, and he'd answer what she had to ask.

[Cry wind]

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