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Post by William Stanford on Jul 24, 2009 1:15:09 GMT -5
Sigh...
William was standing behind the counter of his diner, located in Pegasus Valley. Lately, business had been bad. He had hardly any customers, and those that did came in had to leave again soon to join the fighting.
This pathetic war was beginning to annoy him. He had once fought in it, but only against that damned Rebel, Tyson Hikari...and he had lost both times. He didn't want any more of this war, he just wanted to prove that he could beat Tyson, and then he would leave. But he couldn't do that until he got more cards..and for now, he didn't have the finances.
Could anything get worse? He mused to himself at this thought, knowing he was jinxing himself. |
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Post by Tyson Hikari on Jul 24, 2009 3:53:23 GMT -5
Tyson yawned as he walked into the diner. He was hungry, but wasn't in the mood to cook himself a meal. Because of this, he decided to come down to Pegasus Valley and have some fun, he was bored out of his mind, and hungry even more so. He walked in like he had been in many times before, not even bothering to look behind the counter.
"Where are the Menu's today, sir?" He asked, knowing that they changed places every once in a while. He was a regular, so he would take it upon himself to set himself up. He knew the management, after all.
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 24, 2009 3:58:43 GMT -5
"Eh...erm..." William couldn't even move. Tyson Hikari...the arrogant bastard walked right into his cafe, to order something from him? He hadn't even taken the initiative to look behind the counter. Slightly ticked off, Stanford tilted his head, growling.
"Sorry...new management." His voice should be easily recognizable to the Rebel foe, and William just leaned his elbows on the counter. "And new rules, you arrogant prick. You order what you want to eat, and I cook it!" He smiled in a false innocent smile and put his chin at the back of his hands, waiting for his number one rival's reaction to it. |
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Post by Tyson Hikari on Jul 24, 2009 4:19:25 GMT -5
Tyson heard his voice and his eyes grew sharp, as he turned around. "Oh, really? Should I check for Poison?" Who the hell had sold this place to a bastard like him? William Stanford, of all his rotten luck! Now, he would probably never get something to eat. His teeth lightly gritted together, as he rolled up his sleeves slightly. He was restraining himself from punching him directly in the face, then stealing his food. He angrily walked up to the counter slowly, like he was going to do just that, before he sat down and sighed, with how hungry he was, regardless of Poison, if he didn't eat, then he would probably die of hunger. Lose-Lose Situation.
"Do you even know my normal order?"
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 24, 2009 4:26:04 GMT -5
"Give me some credit." He answered to his first question, then sighed and frowned. "Your normal order? The only order you've ever given me is a can of 'No Mercy Cheap Shots'." He growled as he remembered how his last victory was taken from him by Tyson's Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon. He sighed and ran a hand through his blonde hair. "Just order so I can go cook it and you can pay me."
It was true that William no longer wanted part in these Loyalist/Rebellion battles, his only goal was only to defeat Tyson for once in his life. Twice he had been defeated by the arrogant Rebel, and twice he had been so close to victory. He growled and tapped his fingers on the counter, waiting for Tyson to order already. |
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Post by Tyson Hikari on Jul 24, 2009 22:40:52 GMT -5
"You Bastard! I come in here, and try to bite my tongue, and then you tell me, that I'm taking cheap shots?" Tyson got up, his teeth gritting slightly, before he relaxed his face, and put on a calm smile. "If that's how you feel, Fascist...." He began, looking at William calmly, "Then how's this for a cheap shot, classless b****!" Tyson then punched William square between the eyes, likely not hard enough to knock him out, but he didn't care anyway. He had hit his target.
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 25, 2009 3:00:58 GMT -5
"Easy, boyo..I propose a-" Suddenly a fist came and hit him in the face, knocking him down. After a few seconds, he stood up, holding his nose to his face. "Truce." He growled out, finishing his sentence. "Well, so much for that." He sighed and sat down at the table, putting a napkin to his nose.
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Post by Tyson Hikari on Jul 25, 2009 3:07:57 GMT -5
"Oh! Sh**!" Tyson said, realizing what William had said quickly, sighing lightly after he did. "A truce? My bad I...are you OK?" If he knew that he was going t ask for a Truce, the punch wouldn't have been such a shot. He had messed up just a bit. "I didn't hear your last word before my fist went forward, my apologies." Well, it was OK, last time his ol' Shining Dragon got in a fight with William it was much worse than a simple punch.
Well, so much for good public reputation... "I didn't break your nose, did I?" He questioned quizzically, it was routine to ask.
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 25, 2009 14:54:24 GMT -5
"Great, thanks." He mumbled past his mouth and took a seat from the booth across from Tyson. "And no, you didn't break it. It just hurts." Being one of those rich kids, he had never really been in a fight. He had been trained to fight, but he hadn't seen the fist coming, so had no defense..."That hurt my pride almost as much as your Shining."
He sighed, then pulled his hand away, wiping it up with a napkin. "I'm so tired of this stupid war...the only thing I'm still in it for.." His eyes flashed, and he looked up at Tyson. "Is to beat you. Once I get my cards back, I'm going to challenge you again. And that time, I won't lose." He grinned and stood up, stretching. "Now, what can I get you?"
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Post by Tyson Hikari on Jul 25, 2009 23:02:14 GMT -5
Tyson almost reflexively took a bottle of IBProphen out his jacked pocked and put it on the counter. "Knock yourself out. Non-Literally, of course. And, I'm not sure, what isn't too much an excruciating pain for you to cook?" Tyson asked, he didn't know if the menu changed since new management took over. "Can you cook Salmon well? It's one of my more...favorites of a meal, per say. I don't know how much has changed on the menu since the change in management you announced earlier."
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 26, 2009 0:49:30 GMT -5
"I told ya, I'll cook anything." He grinned and walked to the back, pulling some salmon out of the Freezer Room and began defrosting it. He spent a few minutes in the backroom, thawing it out, cooking it, layering it with a few spices and other things, and then brought out a plate of the finely cooked fish, putting it on the counter where Tyson was sitting.
"Dig in." He yawned and looked around. Still no customers. So much for that. He shrugged and waited for Tyson to finish.
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Post by Tyson Hikari on Jul 30, 2009 2:06:47 GMT -5
Tyson shrugged, he figured that if he was going to poison him, someone worse than him would take over anyway, so there was nothing to fear. He cut his fish with his fork, and placed it before his lips. He inhaled the scent, and he didn't smell anything suspicious, so he took a bite. Before long, he smiled.
"Well, damn, this is some mighty good fish. Where'd you learn how to cook at?"
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Post by William Stanford on Jul 30, 2009 13:29:10 GMT -5
"The head chef at my home." He smiled. "I never made any friends where I lived, they were all snobby rich kids. Instead I just hung out with the servants and learned things from them that would have taken years to learn other places." He stretched and put his head back on his arms, watching Tyson eat the food he had cooked.
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