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 Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 12:22 pm
[ Danny Fitz | Table 1 | No ]
Danny just leaned back and yelled, "Don't tell me what ta dooooo!!!!" at both Shun and Preacher. She was having too much fun to be stopped by words. As far as she was concerned, a few of these individuals NEEDED to lighten up a bit- what better way than a food fight?
Ceci and Bas had taken to the floor and Danny gave Bas a disapproving look. He was supposed to be helping her! Traitor!
She threw some spaghetti at them for good measure and gave Rikki a grin. "At least tell me you want to have fun still!"
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Blade Kuroda rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 12:24 pm
[Shun Kuroda - Table 3 - FIGHT]Shun let out a groan, feeling rather dazed after taking that blow. He brought a hand up to his head and rolled over so that he could start getting back to his feet. He managed to register that someone had pulled the thug away and tossed him aside, giving him a moment to breath. He could hear the chaos all around still going strong. His head gave a throb of pain, but thankfully he wasn't bleeding as far as he could tell. It took him a moment to reassess the immediate situation and his surroundings as he knelt there on the food covered floor. Preacher had just taken out a couple more of the gangsters. Some others were laying around on the ground. Shaking his head, he was about to stand up once more when he saw another gang member closing in on him, rearing to kick him back down. He rolled out of the way before thrusting his legs out to sweep his attacker to the ground. Once the thug had fallen, he swiftly made his way over and struck him hard twice in the face. Getting up now, he made his way over towards Danny and reached out to try and grab her by the shirt. "Cut it out" he sternly warned. She had called him Commander Shun again. Maybe this would work, "That's an order."
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 1:04 pm
[ Cecilia Allegri | Table 2 | Getting Noodley with Bas ]
Pushing herself back slightly so that she could see his face, the girl puffed out her cheeks, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. "I may be small, but I'm fierce! I'll have you know that I'm a heroine! I couldn't just stand around while these villains did as they pleased!" She seemed very...passionate about this too, and probably would have gone on a whole tirade had Bas not decided to speak up and tell her his side of the story.
Oh. Hm, well, she could hardly blame him--these guys were pretty big, and she wouldn't want to get up right after being thrown either...which was why she was still sprawled over him like this.
She probably would have remained there for a while at she not found herself on the receiving end of a spaghetti attack. Letting out a squeal of protest, the girl rolled off of her new pillow, eyes round with shock as she stared at Danny.
"Hey, that--oh, Danny!" There was a pause as she recognized the girl, but then she pushed herself up to her feet and propped her hands up on her hips. "That was not very knightly, Sir Danny! You should be throwing food at them--" She pointed at the thugs, "--Not us!"
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 2:54 pm
[Cyril Lor ll Table 3 ll Getting thrown into a table of food]Cyril went out to help the others. Just as he was about to arrive to their aid a behemoth of a man stepped right in front of Cyril to block him. Cyril being as confident as ever attacked the giant man. This was a rather dumb move in his case. The round giant man growled at Cyril and grabbed the scruff of his shirt, and with massive strength he lifted him off the ground. The man stared at Cyril with dark, evil, eyes before he snapped his teeth and said, "Get outta my way.." He tossed Cyril using little of his strength. Even though he man wasn't trying he was able to throw him into a table of food. Cyril landed on the table which was alot better than hitting the ground. All the food on the table was knocked over. It also made a mess onto his clothes. "Ngh that hurt" he grunted as he arched his back up and looked at the two faces before him.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 3:17 pm
[Farvardin Wyman | Table 4 | Trying to find apple pie near Table 4]Farvardin moved back to the table and looked at the mess. It had been such a nice meal too. She only regretted that she never got that apple pie. She found her cup tipped over and picked it up. Spotting a pitcher with some liquid still in it she poured herself a drink. "Yeah. We'll do that." She said after taking a drink, "I only wish I had gotten some dessert. Hey Alec.... do you see any apple pie? Maybe there's a piece that hasn't been ruined." She brightened up at that thought and began to look around the table. Nope no pie on table 4 that she could eat. She glanced at the nearby tables to see if any of them had some pie.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 3:36 pm
[ Sebastian Schneider | Table 1 | Canoodling with Ceci ]
"You sound very fierce," Bas replied, most likely just agreeing with girl to make her happy. She was rather petite, but seemed awfully more convinced than Bas had been to put these thugs in their place. Bas did have to remark to himself that she was probably more successful at it too. At least Ceci managed to actually cling to her enemy - Bas had just been thrown down to the ground by his'. "Well, I think everyone else is going to get a handle on them sooner or later, or actual authorities will."
Which meant that they could just lay here together and relax! Bas certainly didn't mind acting as this girl's pillow, especially when she deflected most of the spaghetti thrown at them with her own face. He grimaced as noodles sloshed against her head, spaghetti sauce dripping onto his own face with a few noddles slipping to equally dirty him. "C'mon Danny, I'm on break!" he yelled at the girl, not really angry, but trying to defend his apparent weakened state.
He wasn't participating in the shenanigans because he was having a pleasant conversation with some girl who fancied herself to be the greatest hero that had ever walked the earth. "You're getting up?" he groaned up towards Cecilia, "At least tell me your name before you take off on me. I'm Bas," and he was still not moving up off of the ground.
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leon_a_darkangel rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 6:03 pm
[Alec Scott | Table 4 | Search & Acquire Pie]Alec had crouched down rifling in the mess to looking for a roll before getting up at her questioning about desert. Oh right, he hadn't managed to procure any sort of desert given the mess. While he was looking, he didnt happen to notice any would be potential foe. "Um, lets see here." He moved around towards the area they'd managed to clear of bandits, spying a still partial piece of desert not yet spoiled by the chaos. Reaching over to snag one of the plates for her. "You mean this?" he looked back over at his companion. He turned just as a drunken fellow came stumbling closer, making wild gestures laughing as he went. Alec made a small sound, akin to a girlish yelp and darted back to Table 4, his roll having been knocked from his mouth in the action. He had at least procured the last piece of pie. "...here take it." he quickly pushed the little plate at her eyeing the drunken thug, clearly pouting at nearly having been nearly thwarted..again. 3rd time was the charm after-all.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 6:17 pm
[Farvardin Wyman | Table 4 | Thanking her HERO for PIE]Farvardin was busy looking elsewhere as Alec searched as well. Thus she missed him finding her a slice of pie and avoiding a drunken guy. "Hm?" She turned hearing him call out and saw him running back with a plate. She stared at him a little confused until he got closer. Her eyes grew wide as she spotted the pie on the plate. "Really?! You found a slice!? You're so COOL!" She yelled leaping at him and giving him a hug. She then turned the pie while grabbing a fork. She paused and turned back. "Wanna split it? After all you deserve some for finding it and..... is that a drunk? Did he bother you? Do I need to teach him a lesson?" She said finally spotting the drunken thug.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 6:50 pm
[Alec Scott | Table 4 | Pat her awkwardly]She was yelling, and hugging him before he could even say anything further. It had made this whole ordeal some how better. He let out a small gasped sound at her tight embrace, patting at her back gently unsure how best to return the gesture before he had much time to consider it he was released. Alec swore Farvardin could likely take on a mountain; and win. "I don't even think he knows heads or tails of whats going on honestly." Alec speculated watching at the thug flopped himself over the table, hiccuping as plates clattered to the floor. Her praise made him laugh just a bit shaking his head. "No worries, its my thanks to you for the help." She had bailed him out of trouble, if a little thing like pie made the girl that happy -- why not? He didn't tell her no to beating the guy senseless, it was her choice. While he had been rather rude he seemed pretty harmless now.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 7:08 pm
[Farvardin Wyman | Table 4 | Enjoying Pie]Farvardin watched the drunk for a moment longer before nodding. "Yeah I guess you're right." She said, "You sure? Well in that case..." She then sat down so she could eat her pie. She dug into the pie enjoying it immensely. Once the pie was gone she took a drink from her cup and looked around. "I sure do hope that we don't have to clean up this mess." She commented looking at all the food and broken stuff. She felt bad for whoever did have to clean up. As she was checking the place out she noticed the drunk thug had staggered off away from them.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 7:14 pm
[ Andrea Tanzer | Table 4 | Search for Anton ]
Andrea was dumbstruck by Alec's question, it was so absurd to her. Me, royalty? Hah! She had opened her mouth to reply when the thugs suddenly decided to crash the banquet, and as pandemonium broke loose she quickly ducked under the decently large table. Though it probably wouldn't be long before someone shoved it over... Reaching for her shoulder bag, and the knife it had concealed inside, she gave a rare curse when she realized Anton still had it.
Well, the only solution would be to find him.
Ducking out from under the table, she saw the feasting grounds were in absolute bedlam. No one seemed to really have any idea as to what was going on, and some of the civilians were running for it. A great deal staid to try and give them the beating they deserved, but everything was so chaotic she couldn't catch a glimpse of her hired help.
Sighing, and thankful that she had found herself in an eye-of-the-storm, a slightly insane idea popped into Andrea's head. Pulling her original chair back out, she sat down and daintily continued the rest of her meal.
After all, the worst possible outcome was perhaps a few scrapes and stains.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 8:44 pm
[Alec Scott | Table 4 | Do a head count]Alec blinked at Andrea as she sat down in her place at the table as she had been before. He had to admit she had some serious iron balls...to sit there so calm and patiently and not even bat an eyelash. "Are you alright..?" Clearly unsure as his brow knit together at her calm actions. To Farvardin he nodded a little, haunted by the idea they'd be stuck dealing with this mess. "I'm not sure who's going to be stuck cleaning this..." clearly not them right? Oh the idea of the tedious cumbersome work sounded simply awful. Ugh. "I hope not us either." he looked at her, wondering if she was serious for having made the suggestion to begin with. Noticing Jarrell's scarp not far away, he gave a small sigh. "Save your breath I don' think they care.." he spoke gently, trying to calm the other down if at all possible. At least everyone from his table had been accounted for. Looking around he saw a variety of things, like the green haired girl sitting on Bas..and the hyperactive ones throwing food. He was trying not to laugh, and failing miserably.The situation could have been so much worse, and people hurt far beyond the bumps and bruises some might have sustained. He didn't even know half the people here, but the idea of some one being harmed seriously was awful.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 11:14 pm
The chaos seemed to sway back and forth between the gang members being chased off, and creating more havoc for the guests at the banquet. By now the party planner was squawking about at the various hooligans, swinging her rolled up paper at them to try and fend them away like they were some mangy dogs! It proved ineffective, and only got her covered in more of the precious meal that had been such hard work to put together. All seemed stalemated, that is until a few shouts could be heard down the street, a commotion from those who were onlookers on the event that'd taken a turn for the worst. There were also the sounds of thundering feet growing louder and louder, until a group of garrison officers came barreling down the street to the open square. Seeing the rambunctious group, the division sprung into action, racing over to get the out of control situation civilized again. A majority of the thugs started to flee at the sight of those beige uniforms, a few tried to fight back! but those fools were met with being instantly subdued without a problem. All the chaos and maddness was drawn to a close with the garrisons help, those gangsters who were caught questioned, and taken away. The party planner, all shaken up by now, and flustered immensely, was calmed down by a kindly garrison officer, who sat her down on a chair, and assisted with wiping away some of the smashed food from her face with a cloth. Meanwhile others of the division went on looking around the place, idly righting chairs and tables, along with dishes that weren't completely destroyed. A heavy sigh was heard from the captain of this particular platoon, her arms resting on her hips as navy eyes trailed along the sad scene before her. "Such a shame." she muttered under her breath, letting out another puff of air, before she let her gaze shift to those who had been guests attending the feast. Smiling lightly at them, a hand raised to smooth back silver locks of hair behind an ear, as she approached the ruffled group, "I apologize for the disturbance and clear lack of respect that was exercised here today." she began, a genuine expression written on her fair features, "We'll be sure those who were involved with the ruining of this banquet will get what they deserve." brows knitting, she glared off to the side a little. Wasting all that valuable food... but she had to keep her composure about her. Straightening up a little more, that smile returned to her face, "I thank you to those who assisted with trying to deal with the crashers of this festivity, and hope that it won't damper your excitement for the events that are to commence." a pause, and her lips lifted more, "Those of you who did help... I'll be sure to put in a good word for you, should you decide to join the military." Perhaps such an offer didn't matter to some of the attendants, but the military was always in need of those who were passionate, and not afraid to protect in the face of danger. With that done, her head turned to start shouting out firm, clear orders, her men and women subordinates snapping to attention, and acting out their duties straight away. They got to cleaning up the place, along with some other guests... however quite a few had left by now, a bit rattled by the whole mess. Able to rise up from her chair, the disgruntled, tight lipped woman who was in charge of the banquet, cleared her throat, and approached the remaining guests. "I am sorry for the turn out of this feast! It was unforgiveable, and repulsive! But I do thank you for helping when those hoodlums arrived." her small hands were in fists as they held to the rolled up packet of paper, tears starting to quiver on her bottom eyelids. "I hope.. that you were able to at least enjoy some of it. Please feel free to take your leave when ever you'd like, exchange information with one another and such, and thank you for attending the 100 Years of Peace grand feast." Promt 3 And so, the close of the banquet has come. It certainly didn't turn out how it was supposed to, but perhaps it did bring forth a few new relations, and bonds of various sorts. Those who aided in defending the party have been noticed by the garrison division, and are in their good graces, which could help those interested in joining the military! Feel free to help clean up, talk more with other guests, interact with the party planner { simply quote me so I know you're talking to her}, or have your character take their leave. Just make sure to post a reaction from your character to the series of events that transpired at the banquet. Guidelines: - For this portion you can interact with others regardless of their table. Quote me if interacting with the party planner who is in tears. - Make sure to quote who ever you are engaging with, so they know to respond. - Feel free to RP freely with others, and have your characters exchange information should they want to see each other again! - At the top of your posts, please put " [ Character name | Table # | Action they take ]". In terms of "action they take" give a simple word or two on what they do about the matter. ex; help clean, leave, socialize, eat, etc. - A few garrison members are around helping to get the place cleaned up, but are too busy to really talk to anyone. - Any questions should be PM'd to me, please! You have until May 17th at 11:59PM EDT to respond to this prompt
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 11:50 pm
[Alec Scott | Table 4 | Being concerned and lends a hand] Seeing the poor woman upset he felt horrible for acting like he wouldn't bother to help. It wasn't enough he'd been more than a bit pathetic in his endeavors to fend off the bandits, he couldn't just leave her like that. "Farvardin, Andrea. Come on. Lets see if we can help..?" Alec nudged at Farvardin, trying to get her to finish eating her pie, nodding at Andrea who had sat down among the chaos. Jarrell still seemed to be distracted, but hopefully the other would calm himself and join them. Alec looked more than a bit surprised to also see the garrison officers. Those in uniforms were quick to pitch in, it was impressive really. He admired them, envious of their uniform and what they stood for. The girl mentioning she'd put in a good word for them was lost in the fact he was concerned for her. "Hey! ..are you going to be alright miss?" Alec moved away from table 4 walking closer to the silver haired girl who was apologizing to the remaining group members still assembled. Lifting his goggles up, he ignored the plop sound of food as it hit the floor. "The place will be in shape in no time." He quietly assured her, smiling gently trying to cheer her up. At this he gave her shoulder a gentle pat not wanting to get her too messy. Looking back at his fellow table mates giving each of them a hopeful look that they'd agree even if the idea of the task was rather large. If they all worked together..it'd get done faster. Then they could all go back to deciding what game they'd go play first as he'd suggested earlier. He'd made a few fast friends, but this matter was slightly more pressing then playing just yet.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 11:51 pm
[ Danny Fitz | Table 1 | Not Getting into Trouble ]
"Yes sir Commander Shun si-"
PLOP.
The moment the garrison soldiers breached the banquet, Danny dropped everything she had and pointed at a random stranger near her. It wasn't Shun's "order" that made her stop, but the threat of punishment. If there was one thing she knew about getting into trouble, it was to never! get! caught!
When all was said and done, Danny began to giggle, laughing at how silly they all looked. She wiped the gravy from her shoulder and said, "I thought they were gonna kill someone!"
She turned to Rikki and said, "That was fun!" She noticed he still had mashed potatoes on his face and laughed, wiping part of it. "You got a little somethin' there."
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