Fantasy Dons Pan-Dimensional Diner v 3.0

[MrMopp]

Ruu
Ronu Kanim
The Diner

Ruu flinches, a swirl of smoke catching the soup. The climbing voices and arguments in the background only add to some instinctual fear as he shrinks into his chair.
He physically begins to “sink” into the smoke, his form changing within the darkness. Ruu remains cloaked in his smoke, opening a small window to see through. He’d need to thank Miss Yahile later.
His smoke snakes along the ground, prepared to throw up a wall if need be; though his magic held no force, it could hide one quite well.

Some tipsy schmuck next to Ruu glanced down at him and casually mumbled something about how he didn’t know this was a smoking bar.

Vasu relaxed as the entity spoke,

Don let out an inaudible whew.

"What.. exactly do you have, Human? Seared Colo? Grilled Doarmir?" The question was directed as a bemused challenge by the Zealot. Surely, this establishment only had proven catering to Human-like beings so far.

Sadly, totally accurate.

Don responded to the jab with a dry eye roll. “Gee, fresh out.” he said. “How about some beef steak instead? That sound good?” Don figured a slab of meat on a plate was a dish as far removed from any particular culture as you could get, given the guys distain for anything ”human”...

When the Elite spoke of food Yatarrak snickered. "Ask about the one they call 'Boomer.'"

Speaking of, the old devil himself leaned out the service window, oven mitts on and clutching a push/pull stick in one like a murder weapon. The cooks face was grim, gaunt an mirthless with a scar across one side, and his flinty, perpetually wrathful eyes flicked around the room like they were looking for someone to kill. “Who ordered the pie?” He growled.

Don doomed Ruu by pointing him out. “Eh, Smokey Joe here.” ( honeylemon ).

Boomer brandished the oven stick at Ruu. “HOW OLD ARE YA, KID?” He snarled out of the blue.

 

[Specialist]

Vasu 'Koromai
Interacting with: MrMopp , Viper Actual
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Vasu gave a soft 'hmph!' at the man's response, claiming victorious to the challenge. Though he had experience with Colo and Doarmir, this 'beef steak' was something he had not tried before. Each species of the Covenant stuck to their native foods, and never happened to eat anything found on Human colonies- the only exception being the vile Brutes who would often eat captured Human POW's. Looking around, the alien spotted a booth as he strode toward the seat and awkwardly clambered to seat himself. "I shall try one of these... beef steaks." Vasu exclaimed. Looking back over to Yatarrak, the Sangheili growled. "We are honorable and fair, yes. But, what are you? Where do you hail from?"

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Dr. Adrian Barlon
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With the diner's on-going chaotic atmosphere. The exact pinpoint of what is normal is near indistinguishable. Anything can happen at any moment. Tension will boil without warning, friendships are made almost instantly and most of all anything can open Don's Pan dimensional diner door at any given time.

The Doctor has entered the establishment...​

Enter a man in a white ash coat. After a few minutes have passed through the door. The dimensional doors slowly opened themselves, the chime of the ringing accompanied it's slowly creaking bell. On the door's handle. An old man's hand is shown held tightly to the door. It was a bald bearded scientist, a man in a lab coat stained with black soots of who knows what. His empty emotionless eyes stared forward without hesitation. His slouched and slowed down body gives away his age. The man had a blank expression. It's almost eerie to look at yet he looks like a peaceful man. All those with specialized super senses cannot get a read on the man, if he has anomalies. No, it's just a regular human old man. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet it seems like he was risen up from the dead. His slow walking footsteps didn't even help the old guy. He looked very suspicious. Who is this man? Why does his presence feel haunting yet peaceful? Why does he smell like burnt ash?

Spoiler

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Throughout the diner, those with very sharp eyes can notice the man walking up directly to the diner's counter. The man hasn't spoken a word yet. Despite the chaos around him the man was left unfazed by the atmosphere as if he was used to the environment. One will also notice that an off putting accessory is also displayed on the man's left coat breast pocket. A child's toy doll. It may leave an impression that the old man could be a parent. Finally reaching one of the seats in the main counter. The man sat in silence. He did not call for a waiter or any employee for his order. He just sat silently in his seat, his hands supporting his chin and gaze diverted to the counter's reflection of him. The man had too much on his mind. Funny thing is. This was the man's first appearance in the diner. There were no records of him being here before. How did he find it? Who knows. This silent scientist is now in the diner. This is Dr. Adrian Barlon.

MrMopp ​

 

[Viper Actual]

Yatarrak clicked his tongue in amusement as he watched Vasu from the safety of his stool. "Yatarrak is many things. Traveler. Merchant. Collector. Yatarrak is Raktarii. This one's world have many names. It is a world of many worlds, yes? Refugees, craftsmen, traders...all live together."
Yatarrak nodded. "Good for business. This one had many clients, yes. Once Yatarrak afford ship this one had even more clients."

The merchant gestured towards Don. "Once Yatarrak found door to Don's business grow big. Many, many more clients. Good for Yatarrak. Keep family fed."

 

[MrMopp]

Don could see that Boomer was a little busy being Boomer, so he wrote an order for steak on a yellow on a piece of note pad paper and slapped it in front of the crazy butcher. “Aright,” he old said, turning to the old man ( Vagabond Spectre ). “What can I get you.” He glanced at the doll in for moment, but you know what, a grown man with a doll wasn’t remotely the weirdest he’d seen.

All those with specialized super senses cannot get a read on the man, if he has anomalies. No, it's just a regular human old man. Nothing more, nothing less. Yet it seems like he was risen up from the dead.

No, Yahlie didn’t sense anything paranormal about him. But that aura of misery was impossible not to notice. It broke her heart and made her ears droop to see such a tortured soul. Poor guy! She didn’t know what ailed the old man but she wanted more than anything just to give him a hug. Sadly, humans in particular were really touchy about physical contact and they had these horrible things called “restraining orders.” Sigh . The multiverse was just so cruel.

Yahlie grabbed a coffee pot and made her way away from the bar to take orders from other tables. However, she hadn’t put the tortured old human out of her mind. In fact, once Don was done with him, she was going to find an excuse to swing by and try to cheer him up! She was good at that! And if she couldn’t, she knew a few people around the diner she could “casually” introduce him to who might! (mostly because they were smarter than her, admittedly, and spoke better English).
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About this time, a fox came slipping through a dog-flap in the door that was either cleverly camouflaged the whole time or just magically came into existence. He was a rather unremarkable fellow of the black and silver varsity with a weathered air and the speckled grey of old age on his muzzle, and the only thing to suggest anything odd about him, I’d say, would be would be the blank wooden medallion around his neck and the pair of silver framed glasses sitting firmly on his muzzle, yet something about the way he walked in, cautious yet confident with eyes that politely dissected everything they saw, suggested a far more human intellect.

The fox- his name was Greycoat- knew what he wanted here. Had a favorite seat in the lounge corner (which he hoped was unoccupied) in front of the fireplace (which he hoped was lit) whereupon he fancied curling up with a good book of Norse poetry (which he hoped was still on the end table where he accidentally left it). But, oh, the scene just wouldn’t be complete without a cup of tea now, would it? So the little fella trotted across the dinner, unbothered with the attention he was attracting as a quadruped in a restaurant. A few hands reached to pet him. He sidestepped with a polite “Thank you. Please don’t.” One lady with a predatory smile and a suspicious fur coat tried to woo him over with a bit of bacon. He declined and informed her that he’d already eaten. Finally, he got to the bar counter, walked just around the end and sat pretty with his tail wrapped around his feet, waiting patiently for Don to notice him.

(Ladies and Gents, introducing Greycoat the Kitsune)

 

[Specialist]

Vasu 'Koromai
Mentions: MrMopp , Viper Actual , Vagabond Spectre
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Vasu blinked, wearily nodding along just as the decrepit old man came in. His head snapped to the elderly Human, and he let off a soft, low growl. His mandibles seemed to twitch in apparent repulse of the man's mere visage. Vasu always held disgust for this type of Human. Frail and weak, they couldn't even hold a weapon to defend themselves most of the time. Age did not favor the Human species in this state. Whereas a youngling had an entire life ahead of them to become honorable warriors, these men had long served, and continue to exist past their prime. Vasu sniffed lightly, narrowing his eyes as he looked toward the strange thing clutched in the man's arms. A plaything, once seen held by a frightened child as he towered over them. The Zealot had earned many kills and merit promotions, but the slaughter of a child, of any species, was dishonorable to him. It did not make sense for this excuse of a Human to be in possession of what a child would turn to for comfort. Regardless, the Zealot refocused his attention to Yatarrak. He only briefly glimpsed the fox, but assumed it was a species from another world. Perhaps a talking Moa would have piqued his interest more.

"I see. So this dwelling is another location for... meetings, of a sort. Forgive my lack of intrigue, but as you know, we are not too keen on participating in frivolous matters such as commerce and business. In my service to the Covenant, we did not have need for any currency."

 

[honeylemon]

Ruu
The Diner
Boomer
MrMopp

”I am terribly sorry for that- give me just a moment,” Ruu says, voice trailing off as the wandering smoke returns to his form. He glances to the available seats at the bar, claiming one which seems to be the fang of some behemoth beast.
It seems the day's surprises have just begun as Ruu nearly jumps out of his seat from the hollered question. He takes a second to calm his nerves, compacting the need to run and not safe not safe thoughts into something more useable.
Alright. The question. Maeri willing, he would need to present himself more maturely. “Several centuries, though I don’t show it.” He chuckles a bit at that, putting in his best efforts to not appear... childish.
Holding the bowl of stew in physical, non-smokey hands, he tries a bit. Having deemed it satisfactory Ruu does his best to calmly enjoy some food while waiting for that dessert he’d ordered.

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Dr. Barlon​

The man remained silent as the man by the counter called upon his attention. It took several seconds before he turned his head upwards, towards the man before him. His eyes are all sagged and sleepless, his hands embracing one another as self comfort and his dead smile forced on display. The man was obviously going downhill ever since he first came in.

"No, i'm fine, son. Thank you."​

In such a soft spoken manner. The man said his words short and quick, an old man has still got quite a hearing despite his age. His glasses glinted into the lights multiple times as his slow moving head looks around. The man eyes scrolled the diner.

"You have a nice diner here." Said the old man. He noticed a few alien species eyeing on him but he appears to be unfazed by them. Creatures of different shapes and sizes are a norm to him. His thoughts are almost empty, nothing but a void of echoing thoughts as he remains seated without any orders in mind. Did he only come here to relax? This is a messy place, how can he even sit so still without getting annoyed by his surrounding environment.

MrMopp

 

[MrMopp]

"I see. So this dwelling is another location for... meetings, of a sort.”

Greycoat perked an ear in interest at this conversation. Sounded like a newcomer.

"You have a nice diner here." Said the old man.

Don studied the old man quietly for a moment. It seemed he needed a shrink more than a drink. “Eh. It’s got its moments.” He shrugged modestly.

It seems the day's surprises have just begun as Ruu nearly jumps out of his seat from the hollered question. He takes a second to calm his nerves, compacting the need to run and not safe not safe thoughts into something more useable.
Alright. The question. Maeri willing, he would need to present himself more maturely. “Several centuries, though I don’t show it.” He chuckles a bit at that, putting in his best efforts to not appear... childish.

Boomer snorted disdainfully and retreated back into kitchen like a moray eel into his hole. “Jus’ a few centuries...” he sneered. “REAL specific.” He continued to grumble unintelligibly as he grabbed a paring knife off a magnet strip and began methodically, repetitively stabbing something. Anyone with a good vantage point could see that it was a Ruu’s pie.

After a minute, Boomer reappeared with a mini cherry pie in its tin in his hand. “Here’s yer g_ddamn pie, kid.” He snarled sullenly, handing it to Don to hand to Ruu. And carved into the top of the pie with all the care and skill of a stone mason was:

SMOKEY JOE
1700- ????​

”Yer welcome.” Boomer spat. “Thanks fer be’n specific.” He slammed the window shut and muttered profanities all the way back to the stove.

Don rubbed his temples. “And then,” he said quietly to the old man ( Vagabond Spectre ), “You get these moments.” He turned to Ruu “Ehhh sorry about that, buddy.” He said to smokey character in embarrassment. “Boomer thinks scaring customers with death threats is a high art form.” He pointed to the tombstone heading on the pie. “Or humor. I can’t tell. Anyway its all bark.”
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Speaking of bark, on the stool over from Sabjorn, a small anthropomorphic dog on a stack of phone books was sticking refrigerator magnets to his armor every time his head was turned. ( DovahBeat ).

 

[Viper Actual]

Yatarrak nodded in response to Vasu. "You are correct, Sangheili." He clicked his tongue. "This one does not know the properties of this 'dwelling' but this one know that the door-" he gestured towards the front door "-leads to many worlds."

The merchant quietly slid off his stool and seated himself in front of Vasu before turning the blinds on the window next to him. Outside was the Battle of Reach. Covenant ships assaulting the Human colony from orbit. Beams of light scorching the planet. Civilian ships fleeing the siege. Yatarrak clicked his tongue. "This one also knows these windows offer vision to current and past events. How, this one does not know."

Yatarrak snickered and shut the blinds to a close.