Fantasy Dons Pan-Dimensional Diner [reboot]

[MrMopp]

Once the game began, the cat's vision suddenly became blurred. "What?! I'm becoming blind!" It screamed in panic, whipping its head back and forth as if searching for something. "I can't see!" It continued sceaming.

[Greycoat received a pair of glasses] MrMopp

Grey was about to tell the cat that putting his glasses back on would probably help with th- wait, did he always look that ugly?

Mariq Xen'iith
Mariq was caught off by the elf's abrupt and slightly offensive comment. Of course he didn't let his people act like barbarians! His family enforced laws and ruled fairly over Solaira, in fact, they were liked by most of the people. "Of course not! I know not of these barbarians you speak of but my people are civil! In fact, my family is liked by our people!" he said, clearly offended by the elf's comment. He heard a high pitch voice screaming behind him, but that wasn't his concern right now.​

WordArtist Calcifus MrMopp
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Don smirked mischievously. " Come on, Tsuna, his people dont even have shirt technology. How bad could he be?"

 

[MrMopp]

Edited

 

[Midnightchan123]

*Kia pulls out the first black card and begins reading it aloud when suddenly her citole case burst open, balls spilling everywhere along with her pockets, her money and citole parts randomly distribute themselves around the table, in mostly weird but not uncomfortable places* (she has approximately 20 dollars in 5s and 1s, her citole is in 8 pieces: pegs, sound board, the body broke down the center so that's two, strings and the neck)....."does anyone want to switch tables?"

 

[Calcifus]

"Prince, eh? I think I'll jus' stick with calling you Mariq." Ward replied. Honestly, the title of "Prince" meant pretty little to him. Novakiin didn't have such authority figures. Suddenly, some strange looking woman (she looked like a cross between a human and one of those sea-folk, at least to Ward) made a couple of rude comments toward his new acquaintance. His brand hissed slightly and he was about to say something when Don piped up about Mariq's shirtlessness. That earned a bit of a chuckle from Ward. He heard some shriek behind him, but paid it no heed. Someone probably got a bad hand or somethin'.

@WolfSpirit WordArtist MrMopp

 

[MrMopp]

*Kia pulls out the first black card and begins reading it aloud when suddenly her citole case burst open, balls spilling everywhere along with her pockets, her money and citole parts randomly distribute themselves around the table, in mostly weird but not uncomfortable places* (she has approximately 20 dollars in 5s and 1s, her citole is in 8 pieces: pegs, sound board, the body broke down the center so that's two, strings and the neck)....."does anyone want to switch tables?"

(Ok. That's funny.)

(So, what does Knucks get?)

 

[Sara Sidereal]

There was a loud sort of weird popping noise, almost like a gunshot, as the interior of Dosey's mane shampoo bottle instantly became a vacuum, causing the bottle to implode. Its contents had been relocated to the immediate vicinity of the insane cat god.

With all the other stuff going on at the same time, she jumped like three feet in the air and started freaking out.

Like this.

[Ear-splitting terrified horse noises]

She also has a citole sound board in her mane now.

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

"Anett" realized she was holding what it seems to be an eyeball with a mouth for pupil on her left hand. She didn't notice this or even bother to think how she acquired such item. Curious as she is she stared into the eyeball, thinking of it's edible. But it's talkative appearance doesn't look appetizing to her eyes. Not knowing what to do with such item. She tried slam it's teeth repeatedly against the edge of the table, trying to shut it up. The way it annoyingly talks doesn't please her. Her smashing technique was not the usual "baby child innocently trying to break a toy" kind of smashing but rather the "two-handed violent self aware smashing the eyeball against the table type of violence" She even dropped her teddy bear on to the ground during the process.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Knucks actually glanced over at Annet and smiled happily once he realized what exactly she was slamming against the table.

"Edmund my boy! I haven't seen you in ages!" he laughed before putting a finger to his chin "Have you been stuck in me this entire time?"

"6473642761!!!!" the eyeball mumbled frantically in it's high-pitched tones even as it was hammered against the table "775281!!"

"Oh we have so much catching up to do!" the Finger amalgamation seemed non-plussed by the frantic cries of the other players nor the Citole Neck currently wedged into one of his eyeholes.

"3371! 3371!"

 

[fuil]

Tod saw what Anett was doing and asked. "What are you doing little one." He picked up the bear and offered it to her. He then heard Mr. Knucks say the eye thing was his friend. "Ummm........Shouldn't you get you friend from her." He said as he watched the eye guy get slammed over and over.
GrieveWriter Vagabond Spectre

 

[GrieveWriter]

The Tall being glanced to Tod with a curious "Hm?" before chuckling "Who, Edmund?"

That made him laugh "Pish posh, I say sonny!" a thin finger pointed to the Amoeba girl's victim "Edmund here isn't so feeble, good fellow."

He began reminiscing as his other hand reached to the Citole neck and pulled it from his eyehole "One time I watched an entire army of undead kindergarteners simultaneously try chewing on him at once. Did that stop him? No sir! He continued screeching those death dates throughout the entire ordeal and banked me a hefty sum of Crescents for winning a bet."

"954! 3444719002! 856318!"

fuil Vagabond Spectre

 

[MrMopp]

( fuil what item of yours gets switched over to Dosey?)

( Vagabond Spectre what does Tod get?)

 

[fuil]

(a bald shruken head of an elf that sings bad opera)

 

[Sara Sidereal]

The shrunken head appeared deep enough in Dosey's mane that she can't see it. So as far as she can tell she's hearing a horrible nightmare demon opera singer that she can't run away from.

She bolted from the table; she is now shrieking her head off, running in circles around the diner, knocking shit over and generally being an idiot.

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

(Tod receives a large sketchpad tainted with green mysterious mucus on it's orange blank cover. If he opens it on the inside there are several sketches of himself with abs and shirtless drawn in what it seems to be anime in art style. Flipping further through the end of the sketchpad. "Anett's" subject serial number #404 can be seen written crudely in blood. Covering the whole page. fuil )

 

[MrMopp]

The shrunken head appeared deep enough in Dosey's mane that she can't see it. So as far as she can tell she's hearing a horrible nightmare demon opera singer that she can't run away from.

She bolted from the table; she is now shrieking her head off, running in circles around the diner, knocking shit over and generally being an idiot.

It probably didn't help that some cocky runt at the dog-people table (they were all watching the rampant pony with perked ears) apperantly felt he had something to prove decided to jump on little broncos back. Now the rest of the pack were whooping and cheering and taking bets on how long he could hang on and where he'd land.

"There he goes!"

"Told you he'd do it!"

"WOO! Go the distance, Rattler!"

"AROO-ROO-ROO!"

"Hit the cactus hit the cactus hit the cactus...!"

"Dude, shoulda bet on the table edge."

CLUNK.

"See? I win."

"Oooh! Kissed the corner!"

"HOLY CATS! RAT'S STILL HANG'N ON!"

"HES A MACHIIIIIIINE!"

"He still got teeth in that face?!?!"

(I'll get to Greys reactions later.)

 

[fuil]

Tod was slightly surprised by the slimy note book. With a wave of his hand he cleaned off the slime. He then flipped through the book and saw a bunch of drawings of him and then he saw the back page and the number. "Ummmmm................whose is this and why are they all drawings of me?" He looked sround confused.
Vagabond Spectre

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

"Anett" looked back to Tod with an innocent look in her face. She stopped slamming the eyeball and just held it in her hand. She realized what Tod was holding. She reached out her free hand and attempted to snatch the sketchpad from Tod but her arms were too short to reach. She seems like she wants it badly. One can tell it in her face that there is something that she doesn't want others to see there.
fuil

 

[fuil]

"Its yours?!" Tod said surprised. "How did you fill a note book with drawings of me.....and why am I shirtless in this one?" He asked as he came across the shirtless drawing of him. He was very confused, for several reasons.
Vagabond Spectre

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

After a few hopeless attempts of reaching for the sketchpad. She had finally got her hands on the sketchpad. She placed the eyeball on the table and began to tear the sketchpad's pages violently where the drawings of what it seems to be an image of a man that looks like Tod. Seems like "Anett's" Ideal dream man almost looks exactly like Tod himself. "Anett's" face was different it was not the gentle innocent smiley face but rather an ashamed fanfiction writer's secret desire discovered face. She crumpled each page except for the serial number page and ate it all in her mouth. The crumpled papers where now orbiting around her large nucleus on the head, everyone can totally see it. She closed her eyes and clenched both of her small hands as she tried to force her body to eat it. After a few seconds of forcing her nucleus to eat the papers. She started to turn pale pink and the papers where violent being eaten bit by bit by her cells.

fuil

 

[GrieveWriter]

The sounds of Mr. Knucklebones' laughter was soon joined by him applauding as he watched a look of surprise spread across Tod's face "Ah, seems the girlie has quite a soft spot for ya, eh boy?"

His laughter merely increased in volume once Anett began tearing at the evidence of her inner desires. But as she stuffed them into her mouth, his gaze was drawn to the Eyeball, which had began floating several feet off the ground and continued spewing forth numbers.

"Isn't she quite a dear, Edmund my boy?"

"5437126633634686282253!"

"She just wasn't used to your particular method of dialect I'm sure. How can you stay mad at a maiden over come with young love?!?"

"8428723374735455437!" Edmund uttered as he began floating towards the finger-fleshed man.

"Indeed, perhaps later if that desire warrants closer inspection, eh?" Knucks commented before noticing her color-change "Oh oh! Look, the darling's turning pink!"

"54554373266968!!!"

fuil Vagabond Spectre

 

[fuil]

Tod looked at Anett and shook his head. "I'll just forget I saw that but I have to say this, I'm way to old for you little one." He then put his hand in his pocket. "Wait....weres my shrunken head?"
Vagabond Spectre

 

[Sara Sidereal]

After knocking over about a dozen stools, Dosey finally crashed into the table where the talking dogs had been sitting, sending everything on the table, along with the table itself, flying.

Graceful as fuck.​

Now that she's collapsed on the floor under a pile of poker-related paraphernalia and is no longer running around and causing chaos (and screaming, and crying, etc), it's (relatively) quieter, so the shrunken head's singing might be audible. [I have no idea how loud it's supposed to be.]

Forgot to mention, the dog on her back was probably launched off in the collision. Unless he made a reflex save or something.

 

[GrieveWriter]

The specter put a finger to his chin in amused thought before snapping his malformed fingers "Well if I do say this formula is repeating then it would seem each of our items were swapped to our sitting neighbor."

He pointed at Annet then moved from her to Tod, then finally to the frantically screaming pony who now had a dog-person riding her.

"33845381820?"

"Correct my boy," Knucks said to Edmund before turning back to Tod "If my little observation rings true then I believe the four-legged missus over there has your missing item."

"653810643!"

"Another thrilling point there!" the Finger-Fleshed man tapped the floating eyeball gratefully before turning to call out to the manic pony, only to pause as she careens into a poker table with her unfortunate passenger.

Mr. Knucklebones and his numerically-versed little associate both stared at the downed creature before several fingers that made up the amalgamation's nose pressed together before snapping expectantly.

Edmund turned and hissed several numbers at him before reluctantly floating over to the downed Dosey and began floating about her as he continued muttering numbers. As it neared, it slowed down for a bit before muttering back towards the Lovecraftian Horror.

"3 4332 4839372!"

Knucks tilted his head to the side "Singing?" he turned to Tod "Is your head thing supposed to be singing, per chance?"


fuil Vagabond Spectre Sara Sidereal

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

"Anett's" slime color returned to normal. The papers remained un-eaten in her head. She decided to spit out the crumpled papers and placed them on the table looking all gooey and soggy. "Anett" placed the sketchpad on her face covering her face of shame. It didn't last long that she hid her face. She eventually started to look for the eyeball she was holding earlier. Thinking of smashing them harder on the table once again while she release all the shame in her gooey body while doing. She saw Edmund accompanied with the finger faced man. GrieveWriter

 

[WordArtist]

Mariq Xen'iith
Mariq was caught off by the elf's abrupt and slightly offensive comment. Of course he didn't let his people act like barbarians! His family enforced laws and ruled fairly over Solaira, in fact, they were liked by most of the people. "Of course not! I know not of these barbarians you speak of but my people are civil! In fact, my family is liked by our people!" he said, clearly offended by the elf's comment. He heard a high pitch voice screaming behind him, but that wasn't his concern right now.​

WordArtist Calcifus MrMopp
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"Hmm," came Tsuna's unconvinced reply. She took the glass Don offered her and pulled the water idly out of it, setting it back in front of him before anything untoward could happen to it. She fiddled with the water for a moment, its liquid consistency floating in a rippling orb in front of her, before letting it settle down, its surface clearing up. "How about the rest of the world, though? Do they like you, too?" She licked at the water.

@WolfSpirit

"Prince, eh? I think I'll jus' stick with calling you Mariq." Ward replied. Honestly, the title of "Prince" meant pretty little to him. Novakiin didn't have such authority figures. That's when some strange looking woman (She looked like a human with weird ears) made some rude comments toward his new acquaintance. His brand hissed slightly and he was about to say something when Don piped up about Mariq's shirtlessness. That earned a bit of a chuckle from Ward. He heard some shriek behind him, but paid it no heed. Someone probably got a bad hand or somethin'.

@WolfSpirit WordArtist MrMopp

((Just FYI, the only thing about Tsuna that vaguely resembles a human is her feminine figure. She's not an elf; she's a nymph, and she's one with blue skin and green hair.))

Calcifus @WolfSpirit