So, a little clarification on my post. It takes Rebeca several minutes to finish her pasta, so she doesn't punch Lucas right away. Words do happen before that.
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To say that Rebeca was "slightly perturbed" at having a Pokemon land in her food, splattering the deliciously spicy sauce around the table, would be an understatement. To her credit, however, she remained surprisingly calm. Instead, she reached up and wiped off the droplets that had landed on her face with a finger, taking the time to suck the digit clean.
As the other Avatars conversed, Rebeca continued to finish her meal in silence, eating slowly and methodically. Mihkail watched her warily, for it was not like his sister to take such an interruption so well. He suspected the only thing keeping her there at all was the food. So, he kept waiting for the other stone to drop.
When Rebeca was finished, she calmly stood up and headed towards the bathroom, pausing twice; once to make a short, melodic whistling sound that sent Maya scurrying from Kaze's lap and onto Mikhail's back, and again when she saw the staff of the restaurant peering fearfully from the kitchen door. She made a series of hand signals, pointing first to herself, then the now shattered wreck of a door, miming eating, and ending with a closing motion. The meaning was quite clear: I'm leaving. Box up the rest of my food.
Inside the bathroom, she washed her hands in silence, took a brief moment to check and see if any of the sauce had landed in her hair, then returned to the main ballroom. She very calmly walked up behind Lucas, laid her hand on his shoulder, spun him around, and drove her fist into his stomach with a not inconsiderable amount of force. The whooshing sound of his lungs being emptied of air was rather satisfying to her, and it was a very good thing that he hadn't had much to eat recently, otherwise his lungs wouldn't be the only thing that was being emptied. Holding him up, she gripped his hair with one hand so that it was certain that he was looking at her, and with a very calm and reasonable voice, said, "Your sense of peace sucks, and you owe me dinner. It WILL be spicy, and you WILL share it with me."
Releasing him, she turned and headed towards the kitchen, where the red-headed waitress from before was standing, trembling and holding a plastic-wrapped box in her hands. Taking the box from her, Rebeca gave a slight bow. "Thank you. The food was excellent." With that, she departed from the restaurant, Mihkail and Maya following her.
Outside, Mihkail gave a short snort. The sucker punch was a little unnecessary.
But oh so deserved.
True.
As the other Avatars conversed, Rebeca continued to finish her meal in silence, eating slowly and methodically. Mihkail watched her warily, for it was not like his sister to take such an interruption so well. He suspected the only thing keeping her there at all was the food. So, he kept waiting for the other stone to drop.
When Rebeca was finished, she calmly stood up and headed towards the bathroom, pausing twice; once to make a short, melodic whistling sound that sent Maya scurrying from Kaze's lap and onto Mikhail's back, and again when she saw the staff of the restaurant peering fearfully from the kitchen door. She made a series of hand signals, pointing first to herself, then the now shattered wreck of a door, miming eating, and ending with a closing motion. The meaning was quite clear: I'm leaving. Box up the rest of my food.
Inside the bathroom, she washed her hands in silence, took a brief moment to check and see if any of the sauce had landed in her hair, then returned to the main ballroom. She very calmly walked up behind Lucas, laid her hand on his shoulder, spun him around, and drove her fist into his stomach with a not inconsiderable amount of force. The whooshing sound of his lungs being emptied of air was rather satisfying to her, and it was a very good thing that he hadn't had much to eat recently, otherwise his lungs wouldn't be the only thing that was being emptied. Holding him up, she gripped his hair with one hand so that it was certain that he was looking at her, and with a very calm and reasonable voice, said, "Your sense of peace sucks, and you owe me dinner. It WILL be spicy, and you WILL share it with me."
Releasing him, she turned and headed towards the kitchen, where the red-headed waitress from before was standing, trembling and holding a plastic-wrapped box in her hands. Taking the box from her, Rebeca gave a slight bow. "Thank you. The food was excellent." With that, she departed from the restaurant, Mihkail and Maya following her.
Outside, Mihkail gave a short snort. The sucker punch was a little unnecessary.
But oh so deserved.
True.
Currently am debating how soon I should have Rebeca just up and leave. She likes her food, especially when it comes to spicy food.
@Dawnscroll Seriously, could you change the colour that you used in your post? The only thing that would be worse is if you had chosen black. That dark a blue on a black background is just a little too hard on the eyes.
The Hitmonlee had not even made it ten feet to the table when Maya began chittering and whining in distress, now fully aware of what sort of dish her mother had requested. Fully expecting this, Rebeca gave the Shellfish Pokemon's shell a reassuring tap, and Maya promptly turned around, clambered down her legs, and made her way to the point that she determined was farthest from the hellish concoction, had a sufficient number of obstacles between herself and the aforementioned concoction, and was comfortable.
As it so happened, those traits coincided with Kaze's lap. The teen had barely any time to react before Maya had made herself comfortable, the front edge of her shell firmly buried in his stomach. Mommy's food stinks.
As for Rebeca herself, she instantly ceased to care whatsoever about how the remainder of the conversation went when the waitress handed her the waiver. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she cheerfully signed the waiver and handed it back with a smile that had no business being as wide as it was. "I'll let you know if the second one needs any improvement."
She had no idea what language the waitress was speaking in as she scurried away, but she got the gist of it anyways.
The dish itself was rather simple: a sort of rounded pasta that was wrapped around a little ball of meat, whose name Rebeca was not at all inclined to try pronouncing. And in any other circumstance, it would have been quite appropriate for the setting, were it not for the thick red sauce in which it was virtually drowning. Those sitting right next to Rebeca were at ground zero and suffered the worst, though it did not take very long at all for the pain to be shared by everyone. At the first bite, Rebeca's face screwed up, tears began streaming down her face in earnest, and it took about two tries to actually swallow. She sat back and loosed a breath, a small wisp of flame emerging at the end. "Hoooyeah, that's good," she sighed, then began devouring the meal with gusto. She paused only once, when she caught sight of Shade appearing torn between concentrating on the food or the retreating Vuduin.
The brief smoldering glare she gave was more than enough to convince him that he had better places to be.
As it so happened, those traits coincided with Kaze's lap. The teen had barely any time to react before Maya had made herself comfortable, the front edge of her shell firmly buried in his stomach. Mommy's food stinks.
As for Rebeca herself, she instantly ceased to care whatsoever about how the remainder of the conversation went when the waitress handed her the waiver. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she cheerfully signed the waiver and handed it back with a smile that had no business being as wide as it was. "I'll let you know if the second one needs any improvement."
She had no idea what language the waitress was speaking in as she scurried away, but she got the gist of it anyways.
The dish itself was rather simple: a sort of rounded pasta that was wrapped around a little ball of meat, whose name Rebeca was not at all inclined to try pronouncing. And in any other circumstance, it would have been quite appropriate for the setting, were it not for the thick red sauce in which it was virtually drowning. Those sitting right next to Rebeca were at ground zero and suffered the worst, though it did not take very long at all for the pain to be shared by everyone. At the first bite, Rebeca's face screwed up, tears began streaming down her face in earnest, and it took about two tries to actually swallow. She sat back and loosed a breath, a small wisp of flame emerging at the end. "Hoooyeah, that's good," she sighed, then began devouring the meal with gusto. She paused only once, when she caught sight of Shade appearing torn between concentrating on the food or the retreating Vuduin.
The brief smoldering glare she gave was more than enough to convince him that he had better places to be.
@Leos Klien If you knew anything about Greek mythology, or any pre-Christian mythology really, then that fact would not surprise you in the least.
However, the precise moment this dinner was doomed was moment I decided that Rebeca liked spicy food.
However, the precise moment this dinner was doomed was moment I decided that Rebeca liked spicy food.
@Rethel34 I'll have something up tomorrow, although a reminder that Maya is basically an infant.
@Zanavy So, you do realize that the Mayor moved into an even worse position than he had before.
I vote "nae". I want her eyes to get seared first XD
Anyone who has interacted with Rebeca until now should be able to tell that she's up to something. This is uncharacteristically polite for her.
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