Leo Kliesen (
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[FIRST:] Greasy grimey gopher guts
[Taking a moment to peer around the cafeteria, Leo walks over to grab a tray and hesitantly approach the food-counter. Pretty much every option available looks.... equally unappealing.] er....
[Looking up at the rather disgruntled lunch-lady, the German speaks;] Excuse me, ma'am? To be honest, I'm not even sure whether I'm supposed to be here or not... But I can't seem to find the way out, and I was getting a little hungry. So... I was just wondering- do you serve anything here with a little less... well... grease?
[...The lunch-lady merely gives an unamused glare. Leo decides to try again.] I... I don't mean to insult your... fine cooking, it's just--
[Before the rest of the blonde's sentence could even be uttered, a giant glob of... something is suddenly plopped onto Leo's plate.]
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Is this really..... food..?
[...Whatever it is, Leo supposes it will have to do. With a small sigh, the fighter goes to take a seat and enjoy the free "meal" regardless of it's funny smell.]
((OOC: Well... you've gotta eat, right? Feel free to come and converse with Leo or chat amongst yourselves!))
[Looking up at the rather disgruntled lunch-lady, the German speaks;] Excuse me, ma'am? To be honest, I'm not even sure whether I'm supposed to be here or not... But I can't seem to find the way out, and I was getting a little hungry. So... I was just wondering- do you serve anything here with a little less... well... grease?
[...The lunch-lady merely gives an unamused glare. Leo decides to try again.] I... I don't mean to insult your... fine cooking, it's just--
[Before the rest of the blonde's sentence could even be uttered, a giant glob of... something is suddenly plopped onto Leo's plate.]
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Is this really..... food..?
[...Whatever it is, Leo supposes it will have to do. With a small sigh, the fighter goes to take a seat and enjoy the free "meal" regardless of it's funny smell.]
((OOC: Well... you've gotta eat, right? Feel free to come and converse with Leo or chat amongst yourselves!))
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I'm pretty sure this wasn't made for human consumption.
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[The Grecian was also hesitant to eat her food; merely poking at it a bit with her fork. Eventually she looks over at Nero and leans in to whisper; taking extra care to be out of earshot of the rather intimidating food-servant.] ...Um...
Do you want... any of my.... food? I- I don't want to waste it, but... [She doesn't think that she could eat it, either.]
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No, I think I've got enough slop, thanks.
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[A hushed tone.] I- I think she heard you...!
[As her head is lowered, Pyrrha glances across the table and gets a good look at Nero's arm, which appears to be in a sling. Was he injured..? Pyrrha can't quite put her finger on what- but she gets the strangest feeling that there's something.... off about it.]
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[Nero shoots a toothy smirk at the lunch lady, and then glances back at Pyrrha. He notices her stare and traces it back to his arm which he moves defensively out of her site.
He took notice to a strange throb from within his arm just then, and the faint glow was visible despite the sleeve, bandages, and sling he was using to cover it up.]
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[What is this... heavy feeling?]
[Pale green eyes search his own as though silently asking a question that she doesn't dare speak herself... before tearing themselves away to look back down at her plate.]
[...It doesn't matter. Whatever that was... whatever she felt, it's... probably not worth the headache of dwelling on for too long anyway.]
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What, you never seen a guy with a busted arm before?
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[She responds timidly; still not bringing herself to look back up at the man. Pyrrha bites down upon her bottom lip; still plagued by the mysteriously intense feeling in the air.]
You... you're... [She hesitates, before shaking her head.] N-nevermind...
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[As if deciding this wasn't worth his time, Nero finally downs a forkful of...whatever this was. He immediately regrets it with a grimace and almost looks as if he might spit it back out.]
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[ Jake gestures to the um. Pseudo-food on the other's plate. ]
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[Nero spoons up a glob of "food" and gives it a wry look as he flips the spoon over to let it drop back into his plate.]
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Fresh slop. Com'on, you gotta be excited to try it.
[ Jake's sarcasm is apparent as glances around the room to see if anyone else is eating it. It's mostly people pushing it around, trying to muster the courage. ]
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Yeah...about as excited as I am for one of the Order's services.
[Nero pushes his plate away and shakes his head.]
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Service, huh?
[ He'll mirror Nero's actions and shove the plate aside. ]
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[With a small grunt, Nero gets to his feet. He takes a second to readjust the sling holding up his right arm and then shoots Jake a testing look.]
Do you know anything about this place?
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Same as everyone else, which isn't a whole hell of a lot.
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[Nero lets out a huffy sigh, turning his head away to look over at one of the other tables.]
Because I sure as hell don't.
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Gotta cattleprod my muse back into action here. I'M SORRY FOR FAILING, ANDY.
it's cool bro \o/ nbd
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[While recovering from that attack by that mutant, Roy hasn't really eaten anything, so by now he's too damn hungry to be picky. That's what it took to get him to eat molerat steaks, starvation. And that's what it takes to get him to shovel a piece of mystery meat into his mouth.
And he instantly regrets it.]
...Ugh, fuckin' tastes like it came from the ass of a diseased molerat.
[He's not spitting it out though, because hunger.]
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[Because really, what could possibly look this bad and still be edible? So really, Nero's just going to watch Roy as he takes the plunge.]
That doesn't sound better than it looks if you ask me. [Nero can't help but sound and look a little amused. Told you so!]
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At least he manages to swallow it, even if his face contorts in disgust as he obviously strains to do so.]
[F-forcing a chuckle.] Diseased molerat ass is a delicacy, actually. It, uh, ain't that bad.
[Yeah he's just hoping that if he says that enough times he'll believe it and therefore be able to eat without puking.]
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A delicacy, huh? Well, I guess it's just too refined for my tastes.
[Speaking of tastes, those headphones around Nero's neck haven't stopped blaring heavy metal music since Roy sat down.]
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[And he will take another bite! But the slight contortion of his face is more aimed at that loud and awful noise coming from Nero's headphones now that he's actually taking notice of it.]
[Gesturing to the headphones.] I think they're broken, cat.
[Because holy fuck that shit can't be on purpose.]
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Broken? Seem just fine to me. Maybe your ears are broken. [He grabs one of the headphones in his hand and brings it up to his ear, nodding his head a bit with the beat.]
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My ears are fine. What the shit is that even supposed to be? Why's it so loud 'n crazy?
[He really does sound genuinely confused (if a bit incredulous), seeing as how all the music he's ever heard was 50's era pop, jazz, ect. WHERE'S THE BEAT MAN??]
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Well, sure proved him wrong.
Nero smirks in an almost superior manner as he casually tilts his head back to answer.]
Because it's music. And what better music to slaughter demons to than heavy metal?
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