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 Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 9:06 pm
Pierre stood in the kitchen, one hand held atop the cover for his shiny new blender, and a whirring sound coming from it, as it blended together the fruits within it.
The whirring stopped and he looked down at the pinkish concoction in the blender. "Tasty. I hope they like it."
He poured it into glasses, putting whipped cream on it and half a strawberry onto the tiny mountian of whipped cream.. He then put the glasses onto a tray, and swished out into the dining area.
"All right, who has got balls enough to try my newest fruit smoothie? Don't worry, it's free of charge."
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 9:26 pm
Feuer, who occasionally slipped away from Gabi, Rosie and the rest of the troop to visit the Reversed shop for a drink, immediately looked from his stein at the Persian man. He looked from the decorated drink back to the cook. He had never seen them like that before. Or at least noticed them. The whipped cream made it look like a dessert for children.
"It looks like a drink for the little kinders, but if this is a challenge Feuer will take it!" The rather tall Feuer laughed and gestured for Pierre to come over so he could have a try. Drinking games he could handle, and this looked like it would be no more of a competition than arm wrestling Rosie. And actually trying. Feuer was always one for good games.
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 9:39 pm
The tall woman had just entered through the doors when Pierre came back to the dining area. Seeing him made her smile a little in amusement, remembering how nervous he had been the first time they had officially met. Although it did also bother her at the same time. There was nothing to be afraid of. At least not with her.
Taking a few steps further into the room, Prisca flashed the Persian a wider smile that held nothing but friendliness. And a little playfulness. "That depends," she told him, clasping her hands in front of her skirt as was her usual standing posture. "I won't find anything unwelcome in mine, will I?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 9:49 pm
"Unwelcome?" Pierre said, as if been insulted. "Not at all m'dear!" he set one in front of Feurer, turning his head to him.
"Do enjoy, it may look like for kids, but persons of all ages will be able to enjoy these."
He then smiled again at Prisca, chuckling, and stepping up to her. "Nothing to worry about. Just a drink. Merely fruit, ice and cream." He held one out to her, one with a tiny pink umbrella sticking out of the whipped cream.
"Though I can say I lost track of the fruits placed into it. But it seems the strawberry is the main contender."
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 10:21 pm
Prisca chuckled at the much taller man's reaction, taking off her coat and laying it over a chair. The shawl around her shoulders was pulled tighter across her arms and chest. Winter or not, very little would keep her from dressing like a proper lady. At least the fronts of her heels weren't open. She wasn't so much of a fool to walk around in the snow with nearly bare feet. Though she was careful of avoiding snow altogether. This dreaded season. Why must it be so cold?
"I'm certainly not worried," she assured Pierre, brushing at the front of her long skirt to straighten it. She raised her eyes back up to see the drink offered out to her, the smile for a moment disappearing from her lips as she studied it. It didn't look threatening. Not that she really had been worried he would spike hers. Of course not. And the pink umbrella she found rather fitting. For a reason she doubted he knew.
Taking it, she held it in front of her, not feeling overly thirsty at the moment. "Well, thank you. It does look interesting."
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 7:09 am
All ages, huh?
Sounded good to the small, pointed ears that picked up those words. She may still be new to the area, but Samantha was making herself quite at home around the soup shop as of late. Why waste time, right? Wasn't as if she really had anywhere else to call home.
The small bundle of fluffy tails and childlike enthusiasm was currently crawling about beneath one of the tables, having established it for the moment as her new 'fort.' It hadn't helped that she'd earlier attempted to do so outside...and quickly decided that she wasn't overly fond of snow. Not for an extended amount of time, that was for sure. Much better to play in here where it was warm and the air smelled of delicious treats.
At the offer of free drinks, small hands clutched at the edge of the table as a pair of emerald green eyes raised up slowly to peer over the flat surface. She glanced back and forth, sneakily, tails twitching behind her eagerly. Wait...if she was sneaky, she wasn't likely to get one. Darn!
Well, she'd established her own ability to be sneaky, at least in her own mind, so she shot one hand up into the air, waving at the Persian chef. "I want one too!"
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Hoshi Lockhart Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 10:38 am
The door to the dining area opened silently as it was pushed by a pair of small hands. Silently more due to the fact the doors were really heavy for someone as small as the little Bulbasaur child. Although Rosie was trying to be sneaky, nonetheless. She had followed behind Feuer, curious about where he was going and feeling bored at home with all the snow outside. She had already made a snow angel. Did the snowman thing. Even made a tiny Bulbasaur. The snow just wasn't as much fun as the mud or dirt of the forest floor during the other seasons. Snow was too wet and clean. You couldn't chase after bug Pokemon through the leaves and roots when this white stuff covered the entire floor.
Quickly checking her surroundings, the child ducked underneath a table to stay out of sight once she spotted her target sitting further away. Crawling around on her hands and knees, she edged closer, being sure to avoid getting under the same table as anyone else. She recognized the place from an earlier visit. It wasn't personally recorded in her memories, of course. She had just been an egg when she was brought in and taken out. She had wandered in on her own one day to find a rather tall man with a cat-like tail. Peeking out from around a corner, she spotted him. Among someone else she had hoped not to run into.
Reddish pink eyes watched the long and sleek purple tail poking out from under the long skirt. It was tempting. Oh so very tempting. But she didn't want to get in trouble. Least of all to blow her cover. Rosie hadn't yet realized her cover would have to eventually be blown if she intended on staying in the shop.
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 11:14 pm
Feuer wasted no time in taking a good swig of the drink. It wouldn't have been very fun just taking a tiny sip. Good or bad the flavor had to be experienced like a punch in the face, which was exactly what that was.
"ACH! So sweet!" He laughed as he set the glass down. Not that it was a bad thing, just not his particular type in taste.
"Mine Kinder, come and try this. It is something you will like." He leaned forward so he could get a look at his little girl hiding away. His puffy white tail twitched as if to beckon Rosie over. One could question how he knew she was there, and he would only answer it was just another game he had gotten good at.
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Hoshi Lockhart Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 9:13 pm
Instinctively, the child ducked back underneath the table. Darn, she had been seen! She didn't think she would have had this problem if there were more than just three other people in here to use as a shield. Rosie was good at hiding and sneaking. She managed to get away from the orphanage on her own many times. Of course, the large Entei was also really old and likely used to things like this. She wasn't a Legend. She wouldn't know. All she was was a little Bulbasaur child.
A tiny conflict went on inside the child's head as she stayed crouched underneath the table. It hadn't yet seemed to have sunk in that there was no disappointment in Feuer's voice. She had followed without being invited along. At the same time, Rosie always tried to do as she was told. Even if some of the things she was told were hard not to do. Like constantly play in mud.
Making a little grumbling sound in the back of her throat, Rosie got out from under the table to obediently go to where she was beckoned. Standing in front of him, she crossed her arms behind her back, standing a little straighter than was normal for this child.
"Yes, Papa?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 11:41 am
Lost, the Persian hume stepped back from his group of wayward patrons. Tray under an arm, and sighed. THis would really be a good time to give his announcement. And so, with another sigh, he spoke.
"If I could get everyone's attention..."
He gave a slight pause, looking about.
"I will be remodeling the upstairs into living quarters for those who need it. There is a clip board here,"
he pointed at the clipboard on the table next to him.
"In which you can put your name down, and figure out who you would like to room with. There is also a floor diagram, showing the location of where everything will be."
Pierre smiled, "I built Reversed in the hoped of helping those in need, who come here, and are affected by the magic. Sometimes they leave, but I never hear from them again, if the magic just leaves them, or if they were..... stuck in this form. Anyways, we should make the best of it while we can. We can all maybe even learn from it, like how these pesky humans work, ne?"
Pierre chuckled, scratching at the tattoo on his neck.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 12:27 pm
At Pierre's words, the Mewtwo woman pulled out the chair her coat was hanging on to sit down and listen in respect. The untouched glass was set down in front of her. She wasn't sure about trying new food or drink. She also couldn't help feeling a little...Paranoid when in the company of others. Not that she really thought her drink was spiked. It was just a force of habit from being a Pokemon. Chased around to be captured or even destroyed by those who thought her too much a danger. In this different form with the different emotions associated with it, it would be easier.
The strawberry on top, however, she couldn't resist. Picking it off, she bit the end off it while she listened to what the Persian had to say. Apparently this wasn't just a reunion of the Pokemon the magic affected.
Once he was done, she smiled warmly at him. "That's a nice thing to do," she commented, meaning it. It really was. Going from Pokemon to a more human shape was a large change some found extremely difficult to overcome. For her, it wasn't as hard. Already once being a human-shaped Pokemon, this body wasn't too foreign. Though the new....Curve to it was. At least the top part.
"It would be nice to know more about it. 'Specially if this is just temporary." Crossing one leg over the other, she stuck one finger in the cream of her drink. "I've accustomed fine. If it's needed, I can offer my own shop for anyone who is interested in a part-time job not dealing in food." Sticking the tip of her finger in her mouth for a few seconds, she added," So long as they promise not to break anything."
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 1:40 am
Feuer bent forward and lowered the fruity beverage enough so Rosie could take it. All the while he carried a warm smile on his face.
"I think you will like this, Ja? It is very sweet."
When the persian man offered the upper levels of the shop for residence Feuer looked briefly away from Rosie to Pierre. He had gotten used to this form, the thought of going back was strange. If it happened it happened it happened. There was no concern. His focus promptly returned to Rosie.
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Hoshi Lockhart Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2011 12:52 pm
The Bulbasaur child got up on her toes, reaching around from her back to place one hand on the table for support. She ignored what the Persian man had to say for the most part. Having been take as an egg, she hadn't experienced what it was like being a Pokemon. She had seen pictures of her species. A lot of the time, she pretended to be one as a game, using ropes tied to her bulb backpack for Vine Whip. She did think it would be fun to be a real Bulbasaur and use real attacks.
Rosie took a few seconds to look into the cup before she sat back down on her heels to grasp it with both hands. Well, it smelled good. That was a good sign. A little like outdoors, when one finds berries or fruits. She liked berries and fruits. As well as roots and grass, but that could be expected from a Grass Pokemon.
Rising the cup closer to her face, Rosie took one small mouthful before swallowing and lowering it. Her face lit up like most kids will when tasting something sweet.
"Very," she agreed. "Papa doesn't like sweet?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 11:38 am
Feuer laughed at her comment. Of course not mockingly, but amused at the concern her tone seemed to carry. His white puffy tail flickered visually showing his amusement.
"Ja, of course I like Sweet." He gave Rosie a pat on her head, his own hand nearly engulfing her head completely. "Just not in my drink."
His hands lowered offering Rosie a lift up to his lap, or shoulder should she'd like that better.
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