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U-Incorporated 2nd Class Type Unit
Baxter Caufield
Location: Rainbow Chameleon's House ==> His Room ==> Banquet==> Rainbow Chameleon's House Common Room
Interactions: Spoiled Bread JuniperBoi Neo Alice
Mentions: Takumi98
Notable Events: Delivers Potato Girl's stuff while noting her requests, Tosses Chomper into his room while also turning his half into a literal discordant nightmare, Pleased to find Moraine Le F-Cup fulfilling her promise of food, Stares holes into the table while waiting for food, Devours inhuman amounts of food before passing out at the banquet, woken for the trip back to dorm, Recovers from Food Gorging, Immediately starts working out in Dorm's common room.
Mission acquired and mission accomplished.
With the ghost and most of their other dormmates distracted by the giant moth, Baxter was able to freely fulfill Potato Girl's desires to the best of his physical ability. The result of this sweaty and filthy work was Baxter winding up outside of her dorm just in time for her to get fairly insistent about tech support for some reason.
"Yeah, gotcha. If I need someone to hold the pc while I beat it for misbehavior I'll call." he winked as he left her to her room, eager tgo get back outside for whatever was going down out there.
But that was before he realized he was feeling suspiciously lightheaded, and raised an arm only to find that Chomper had managed to work his way out of the jacket ball and latch onto his arm. The little guy was sucking away like a twelve pound leech, but Baxter was more impressed that he'd managed to get out of the ball in the first place.
As a reward, Baxter once again reminded Chomper of the First rule of biting by sinking his teeth into that plant-flesh goodness. The shocked gasps of the familiar weren't even considered by Baxter, as the flavor just reminded him that there was still a meal to get to.
Deciding Chomper would be denied participation in the meal they were promised, Baxter sought out his room.
Upon finding said room, he merely poked his head in, gave it a once over, looked towards who he figured was his roommate and said "Niiiiceee," as the room started transforming.
He then said, "Okay bye!" before unceremoniously throwing Chomper towards his side of the room and dipping.
The room had barely begun transforming when Baxter took his leave, staring with what at first appeared to be a bachelor pad with a pool table, a stripper pole, and ten different gaming consoles. But the second that Baxter was gone things began distorting.
The king sized bed wound up fused into the flat screen tv, the Game consoles mashed into the stripper pole as the smooth tile fractured and folded in on itself. What came out the other side was a distorted lunatic's version of what a Bachelor Pad looked like. Chomper went ahead and immediately scurried into the nightmarish mass of intertwined furniture, never to be seen again... probably.
But was this some glitch in the room's design, or was this truly what Baxter goddamn Caufield thought of when picturing the perfect room?
He wasn't there to see it, so the world may never know.
He was too busy racing back outside to get in on whatever was going down with the giant moth. Only, by the time he actually threw open the doors again the moth was joined by Moraine Le F-cup.
Any and all words she could've been saying were immediately ignored when Baxter heard the word 'Banquet'. Clapping his hands together loudly, he cheered.
"Yes! Banquet! Banquet! Banquet!"
He was cheerful and chatty practically all the way to the cafeteria, silenced only by the sight of the tables. The new teachers did not exist. Hell, the rest of the academy barely registered to Baxter as his eyes bore holes through the tables and any unfortunate students that were seated across from him. But he was finally silent, practically a statue waiting for the signal to come alive. That signal came in the form of being allowed to finally feast.
But 'feast' was too good of a word for what Baxter did at that table.
That was no feast... it was a massacre.
Entire plates had their entrees disappear before they could even be fully set down. Drinks vanished from glasses and cups ran dry as the casualties mounted. Chicken? Demolished. Steak? Evaporated. Mashed potatoes? There was no sign it ever existed in the first place.
To say Baxter gorged himself at that banquet would be to imply such a descriptor was enough.
And it very clearly wasn't.
After filling himself with an incomprehensible amount of food, Baxter finally submitted to slumber and passed out at the table until they were ushered back to the dorms. It was there that his drowsiness seemed to begin to fade, his usual smile returning as he proceeded to just start doing push ups in the common room.
"Good Eating," he grunted between pushes "Damn good eating!"
Location: Rainbow Chameleon's House ==> His Room ==> Banquet==> Rainbow Chameleon's House Common Room
Interactions: Spoiled Bread JuniperBoi Neo Alice
Mentions: Takumi98
Notable Events: Delivers Potato Girl's stuff while noting her requests, Tosses Chomper into his room while also turning his half into a literal discordant nightmare, Pleased to find Moraine Le F-Cup fulfilling her promise of food, Stares holes into the table while waiting for food, Devours inhuman amounts of food before passing out at the banquet, woken for the trip back to dorm, Recovers from Food Gorging, Immediately starts working out in Dorm's common room.
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Earth: 3
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Sky:0
Earth: 3
Mission acquired and mission accomplished.
With the ghost and most of their other dormmates distracted by the giant moth, Baxter was able to freely fulfill Potato Girl's desires to the best of his physical ability. The result of this sweaty and filthy work was Baxter winding up outside of her dorm just in time for her to get fairly insistent about tech support for some reason.
"Yeah, gotcha. If I need someone to hold the pc while I beat it for misbehavior I'll call." he winked as he left her to her room, eager tgo get back outside for whatever was going down out there.
But that was before he realized he was feeling suspiciously lightheaded, and raised an arm only to find that Chomper had managed to work his way out of the jacket ball and latch onto his arm. The little guy was sucking away like a twelve pound leech, but Baxter was more impressed that he'd managed to get out of the ball in the first place.
As a reward, Baxter once again reminded Chomper of the First rule of biting by sinking his teeth into that plant-flesh goodness. The shocked gasps of the familiar weren't even considered by Baxter, as the flavor just reminded him that there was still a meal to get to.
Deciding Chomper would be denied participation in the meal they were promised, Baxter sought out his room.
Upon finding said room, he merely poked his head in, gave it a once over, looked towards who he figured was his roommate and said "Niiiiceee," as the room started transforming.
He then said, "Okay bye!" before unceremoniously throwing Chomper towards his side of the room and dipping.
The room had barely begun transforming when Baxter took his leave, staring with what at first appeared to be a bachelor pad with a pool table, a stripper pole, and ten different gaming consoles. But the second that Baxter was gone things began distorting.
The king sized bed wound up fused into the flat screen tv, the Game consoles mashed into the stripper pole as the smooth tile fractured and folded in on itself. What came out the other side was a distorted lunatic's version of what a Bachelor Pad looked like. Chomper went ahead and immediately scurried into the nightmarish mass of intertwined furniture, never to be seen again... probably.
But was this some glitch in the room's design, or was this truly what Baxter goddamn Caufield thought of when picturing the perfect room?
He wasn't there to see it, so the world may never know.
He was too busy racing back outside to get in on whatever was going down with the giant moth. Only, by the time he actually threw open the doors again the moth was joined by Moraine Le F-cup.
Any and all words she could've been saying were immediately ignored when Baxter heard the word 'Banquet'. Clapping his hands together loudly, he cheered.
"Yes! Banquet! Banquet! Banquet!"
He was cheerful and chatty practically all the way to the cafeteria, silenced only by the sight of the tables. The new teachers did not exist. Hell, the rest of the academy barely registered to Baxter as his eyes bore holes through the tables and any unfortunate students that were seated across from him. But he was finally silent, practically a statue waiting for the signal to come alive. That signal came in the form of being allowed to finally feast.
But 'feast' was too good of a word for what Baxter did at that table.
That was no feast... it was a massacre.
Entire plates had their entrees disappear before they could even be fully set down. Drinks vanished from glasses and cups ran dry as the casualties mounted. Chicken? Demolished. Steak? Evaporated. Mashed potatoes? There was no sign it ever existed in the first place.
To say Baxter gorged himself at that banquet would be to imply such a descriptor was enough.
And it very clearly wasn't.
After filling himself with an incomprehensible amount of food, Baxter finally submitted to slumber and passed out at the table until they were ushered back to the dorms. It was there that his drowsiness seemed to begin to fade, his usual smile returning as he proceeded to just start doing push ups in the common room.
"Good Eating," he grunted between pushes "Damn good eating!"