[FIRST:] Greasy grimey gopher guts

[spelucky]

[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.]

................

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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[holydemon]

[Nero with a wrinkled nose. So far, he hasn't touched the "food" on his plate.]

I'm pretty sure this wasn't made for human consumption.

[itisntmyfault]

[...Deep down inside, Pyrrha is admittedly thankful that someone took it upon themselves to say what she had been much too polite to say herself.]

[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.]

[holydemon]

Tch. [Nero shifts slightly, propping his elbow up on the table and quirking a brow at Pyrrha. He seems amused more than anything that she'd even ask. He also doesn't bother to whisper, and in fact, seems to talk louder so the lunch lady can hear him.]

No, I think I've got enough slop, thanks.

[itisntmyfault]

[Pyrrha blinks; nervously lowering her head and shielding her face from view of the lunch-lady.]

[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.]

[holydemon]

Hey, maybe if she hears me she'll learn how to cook!

[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.]

[itisntmyfault]

[And maybe she'll refuse to feed either of us altogether -is what the girl opened her mouth to say, before her attention is diverted by something... strange. A small, mysterious spike in Pyrrha's pulse is triggered just as she takes note of the feint glow within Nero's arm; her heart quickly beating within her chest. Her parted lips remain agape as she openly stares back over at the man; her brow furrowing in confusion and worry.]

[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.]

[holydemon]

[Nero eyes her back with a scrutinizing leer, but unlike Pyrrha, he actually has the galls to say something afterward. Of course it's in his usual sardonic tone, and it disregards the look he had been giving earlier.]

What, you never seen a guy with a busted arm before?

[itisntmyfault]

I'm sorry.

[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...

[holydemon]

For what?

[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.]

[freelancing]

You're tellin' me. Seen better field rations than that mess.

[ Jake gestures to the um. Pseudo-food on the other's plate. ]

[holydemon]

Hell, I've seen dirt that look more appetizing than this.

[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.]

[freelancing]

[ And that 'food' just happens to make a rather audible plop as it slaps back against the plate. ]

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. ]

[holydemon]

[Yuck...he can handle demon guts on his face, but this was just gross.]

Yeah...about as excited as I am for one of the Order's services.

[Nero pushes his plate away and shakes his head.]

[freelancing]

[ Jake tugs the plate over and lifts the fork up to sniff at the meal. It's not putrid but, fuck, that's close enough. He presses his lips tightly together and drops the fork back against the plate with a clatter. ]

Service, huh?

[ He'll mirror Nero's actions and shove the plate aside. ]

[holydemon]

Yeah, they put me to sleep.

[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?

[freelancing]

[ The adjustment draws Jake's eyes towards Nero's arm but he plays it off with a shake of his head and gentle rapping against the table. ]

Same as everyone else, which isn't a whole hell of a lot.

[holydemon]

Great. How about an idea, then?

[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.

[thatcatfrom101]

It probably looks worse than it is, guy.

[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.]

[holydemon]

I don't know about that.

[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!]

[thatcatfrom101]

[Whatever, he's used to people being amused at his expense!

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.]

[holydemon]

Heh. [Okay, Nero has smirk even wider at that. Roy's face was just too funny.]

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.]

[thatcatfrom101]

Not everyone can have a refined palette.

[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.]

[holydemon]

Yeah, I'm sure. [Roy was trying really, really hard to save face right now, wasn't he?]

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.]

[thatcatfrom101]

[Mostly he's just...being obnoxious.]

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??]

[holydemon]

Ugh. [Nero rolls his eyes. For a second there, because of how Roy talked, Nero thought he wouldn't be like the rest of the people in Fortuna.

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?