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Post by William Stanford on Jul 18, 2009 23:33:03 GMT -5
William sighed as he set another plate of food down at one of his guest's tables, before wiping his hands on his dirtied apron. "There you are, sir. Let me know when you're ready to leave." The guest nodded and began eating, and William Stanford, Regal, The Prince of Cards, made his way back to the kitchen in the back of his Diner which he now owned and settled in. It was ironic really...
After his last battle with Tyson, all of his cards had been lost or destroyed, and he now had no monsters of his own. So he had settled down in this Diner, waiting until he could rebuild his small army. He took off the oven mitt that covered one hand and removed the small chef's hat he was wearing, running the un-covered hand through his spiky hair.
Ah well, such was the life of a chef, he mused...Just then he heard the bell jingle as another guest entered the small diner. So much for his break. He made his way out of the kitchen to greet them, a smile on his face. |
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Post by Amelia Force on Jul 20, 2009 0:13:16 GMT -5
Amelia is looking at the menu with a bored look on her face. Little has happened lately, and she was getting quite bored. Today, she went with the twin tail hair style, which somehow makes her looks a lot less intimidating, maybe even cute by some people's standard. While she did ring the bell to signal for the waiter, she was too busy playing with her hair to notice when he got here.
Finally taking notice of his presence, she took the time to glance slightly at him and asked in a flat tone, "So, any recommendations for today?" As soon as Amelia finished asking her question, she turned her attention back to the menu, just to make sure that the waiter wasn't going to recommend some exceptionally expensive dish.
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 20, 2009 0:28:42 GMT -5
William sighed. Amelia Force...puppet master of the Loyalists. He just grinned and answered, straightening his hat. "I suggest you order something that sounds good for you to eat, miss. Thats the best suggestion anyone could give you." She hadn't looked directly at him, or she would have recognized him, so he decided he would have a little fun first.
"There is very little I can't cook, so if you are craving something that's not on the menu, I could probably get it for you." He yawned and folded his arms, waiting for her to either make a decision or recognize him. While she did, he just smiled down at her, tapping his arm with his fingers. |
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Post by Amelia Force on Jul 20, 2009 0:47:51 GMT -5
After sneaking a peek at the waiter to see what in the world he is sighing about, Amelia recognized the blonde mop of a waiter. Regal, the uptight one, is working as a waiter? This could be an interesting development. Still pretending to be deep in thought, she decided to have a little fun with this as well and said, "How about stir-fried regal with a side dish of assorted vegetables?"
She closed the menu and finally looked squarely at him, "So, you are here? How about I just order for a chat, since it doesn't look like you are that busy." Quite frankly, Amelia was wondering what this guy was up to. After thinking for a little bit, she added, "And since when does Mr. Prim & Proper work at a restaurant?"
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 20, 2009 0:51:40 GMT -5
William sighed and removed his hat, shaking out his hair and sitting down. "Stir Fried Regal, served." He tilted his head, then smiled. "When you lose against an uppity rebel, twice, you start thinking about things." He chuckled and grinned. "Plus, until I can find a way to get my cards back, I need something to do. I'm not that uptight am I?"
He tilted his head the other way, bridging his hands under his chin and staring at her. "So you sure you don't want something to eat? I'll bring you into the back and we can eat there."
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Post by Amelia Force on Jul 20, 2009 1:03:39 GMT -5
Grinning slyly, she replied, "Well, you are one of the most uptight person that I know, but I digress, you at least seemed to have loosened up a little." As she started spinning her hair around her fingers again, Amelia asked, "Will agree on the thinking part of your speech, but how in the world does thinking lead to working as a waiter?"
She leaned forward, so that her face is closer to his, and continued, "Well, if it's not poisonous, I guess I should get something to eat as well. Still though, not too sure I trust your cooking skills..." While it is amusing to see the change in her fellow loyalist, this development is a little confusing, to say the least.
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 20, 2009 1:09:13 GMT -5
He just smiled and stood up, leading her through the double doors to the kitchen, where he cooked himself for his small amount of customers. "I've always been interested in cooking. Back when I was a boy, the head chef at my estate taught me everything he knew." He began washing a few of his dirty dishes he had used while cooking the last customers meals and looked over his shoulder at her.
"It's easy money and I get to do what I love." He shrugged. "And it's a way to lay low, as well. I doubt anyone but you and Ace would recognize me...or Tyson." He rolled his eyes at the name. "I do hope he doesn't show up here. I just don't know what I would do.." He put a hand to his forehead in mock dramatics. "I have no cards, so not much..and this is neutral territory. I chose it on purpose."
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Post by Amelia Force on Jul 20, 2009 1:36:46 GMT -5
Amelia followed Regal and took a seat while observing him for a little while. Taking the time to listen to him, she commented, "Even if he should show up, the rebel would lose a lot of support if he did anything. So I don't think there is much to worry about." Smirking slightly, she said, "Nice dramatic act though, although who knows, it may or may not be advantageous for Tyson to pay you a visit though."
Drumming her fingers on the table, she gave a snide smile, "Oh yeah, is this meal on the house, or do I have to pay for it myself?" This was more of a joke question, of course, she had no intention of getting away with a free meal, but it should be interesting to see his response.
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 20, 2009 1:38:06 GMT -5
"You're a friend..." He blinked at her over his shoulder. "I think, at least. So it's free. You know that I'm overly well-taken care of...I don't need money." He shrugged and finished washing, putting the dishes away.
"So what can I get for you? And why advantageous?"
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Post by Amelia Force on Jul 20, 2009 2:08:01 GMT -5
Making a slight nod to his statement about the meal, and feeling a little amused as his response as well, Amelia answered his question, "You are in neutral territory, which means that he can't lay hands on you unless he wants the rebellion to lose support. However, as you are a loyalist, he cannot afford to not keep a tab on you. As such, he would probably send someone to keep an eye on you."
The more she goes on, the less impressive that the plan seems. Guess even the best has off days. Nevertheless, Amelia continued, "Should that happen, their forces would be diverged, as least by a little bit. A rebel keeping an eye on you is a rebel not fighting, after all. And if we are lucky, you may even be able to identify some of the rebels for us."
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 20, 2009 2:17:44 GMT -5
William sighed. "I came out here to get away from your petty squabbles.." He chuckled and tilted his head. "But fine. For an old friend, I'll keep tabs on those nuisances for you. Just make sure you don't do anything to start worse carnage..and leave Tyson to me." He grinned and sat down, watching her. "That is the most important thing."
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Post by Amelia Force on Jul 23, 2009 23:38:01 GMT -5
Amelia grinned mischievously and replied, "All right, will be making sure that you get the finish blow on the rebel. That is, of course, unless you were no where to be found. So, keep in touch with the main base once in a while and you shall have your wish." She leaned back on her chair rather lazily and continued, "Although, I can't promise that there won't be any carnage in the mean time, as Ace ultimately makes the final decision. But I will keep that request in mind also."
Just then, she noticed that she hasn't answered his previous question about the food. She shrugged lightly and said, "As for the food, I guess I will have whatever you are having. That is, if you haven't eaten already."
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 24, 2009 1:07:50 GMT -5
"You're horrible at this 'asking' thing." He sighed and began to whip up some stir-fry in a pan, frowning. He decided to make it since that was what she had asked for in the first place, and it had been a while since he'd eaten. After he'd finished, he split it into two bowls and handed one to her, handing her a fork as well, and began eating.
"You loyalists and your silly fighting against the rebels.." He only chuckled, saying it again. "I couldn't care less what you do to the rebels. I just want to defeat Tyson."
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Post by Amelia Force on Jul 26, 2009 1:27:24 GMT -5
Amelia just laughed and said, "Since when do I ever ask anything? Can you blame me if I am horrible at this so-called 'asking' business?" She lightly stretched out of boredom while watching him make the food, and starting pondering what the next move should be, and whether Mr. Paranoia will get himself killed by wandering around the enemy territory. Her thought, however, were interrupted when he presented her with the food. Speaking in a flat tone, she said, "Thanks for the meal."
In response to his comments, she answered, "Well, the lower the population of rebels, the less divisions the attacking front will have. And if that happens, then the chances of finding Tyson will increase if you just look at a rebel attack. So, in a way, it is still in your best interest for us to be winning, is it not?"
((Yay for totally meh post.))
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