Dragonball M, Chapter 2: Lighthouse! Across the Shores of Shattered Time!

[MrSandman]

Cyanna wanders into the kitchen in time to hear about the pies, "Oh, are you're going to make an infinity pie? The kind that uses every type of fruit imaginable?"

"Ero~Pie!" P-Rosa exclaimed suddenly, with a dramatic point at Cyanna. "And every type of meat too....if it tastes good it goes in my pie~!"

Parsley heard the word pie uttered multiple times. Far too many times for her to possibly justify ignoring. Rather than abandon Avoca to sate her hunger, she dragged the girl with her - literally - as she marched into the kitchen. "As I suspected," she uttered to announce her arrival. Cooking paraphernalia was strewn all over the place. "You weren't about to hoard more food from me, right, Zaofan?"

Without waiting for an answer, Parsley pulled up a seat and sat down to wait patiently. Avoca sat down next to her, eyeing the... multiple Erosas and then Zaofan, who she noted Parsley was quite fond of.

"E~ro....Don't be so hard on him. He's only the tutoring cook today, if you want service...you'll need to go through us." The Mature Erosa elegantly slid her way up to the table where the two had sat down. "Make yourself comfortable, you can place your order with me....I'll make sure your well taken care of ero. Would you like a menu, the wine list.....or a show first."

Avoca, in the meantime, would feel something small clinging to her leg....the child form of erosa looking up at her with big eyes.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Zurvan opens the RoSaT portal once more.

“This will take you directly to the casino where the Tournamnet takes place.”

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

To those going through the portal, they find themselves standing as dusk settles on an unknown planet. A massive building lay before them, lights and sounds lighting up the sky and surroundings.

Incenio’s Hotel and Grand Casino. The sign proudly proclaims this with a massive neon sign of a humanoid lounging back and smoking a cigar.

Dozens, hundreds of people are making their way into the building, chattering and gossiping. All sorts of races, known and unknown, can be seen.

Plastered on a nearby wall is a notice:

The Intergalactic Grand Tournamnet of Champions! Come one come all! Sign-up is free!

[Yun Lao]

As the portal opened, inviting those chosen to participate in the next step of their quest to...

...

...something. Charco's attention had been focused on the conversation he had with Ochazuke and his communicator, the latter of which he was finally having some progress with, "Man, what's with all of these updates lately?" A slight vibration was enough to tell him that it had finished with the additional installations and restarted. Lighting up, the boy was greeted with trademark icon of the PinePhone Zodiac, a model that had been made outdated by at least five newer models since his trek to Dusk City.

"About time..."

Swiping quickly over to the music app, he stuffed his ear buds in and pulled up his hoodie's namesake, the bass from the music's beat faintly audible as he stepped through the portal.

To those going through the portal, they find themselves standing as dusk settles on an unknown planet. A massive building lay before them, lights and sounds lighting up the sky and surroundings.

Incenio’s Hotel and Grand Casino. The sign proudly proclaims this with a massive neon sign of a humanoid lounging back and smoking a cigar.

Dozens, hundreds of people are making their way into the building, chattering and gossiping. All sorts of races, known and unknown, can be seen.

Plastered on a nearby wall is a notice:

The Intergalactic Grand Tournamnet of Champions! Come one come all! Sign-up is free!

"Looks like we're not the only ones eager for a fight," He said to no one in particular, noting the crowd squeezing their way into the casino. Soon enough, the others and he would have to face the same surge inward in order to find the sign-up table.

[Cyke]

Cyanna wanders into the kitchen in time to hear about the pies, "Oh, are you're going to make an infinity pie? The kind that uses every type of fruit imaginable?"

"Yesyesyes! Lets do this~!" Erosa pumped her arms into the air as her PL shot through the roof. "EROSA PIE TEAM ASSEMBLE!"

Erosas body flared with blinding light, so much so that even the cook would find himself temporarily blinded. What remained in the aftermath was 5 figures standing in formation.

"Ultimate Cooking Squad Erosa, Ready for DUTY! I'm P-Rosa" The Erosa Zaofan was used to yelled. "I'll get the Bacon!"

"Ultimate Cooking Squad Erosa, All for one! I'm A-Rosa" A Young woman that Zaofan remember as an earlier form of Erosa posed with a finger in the corner of her mouth, firing a wink. "I'll handle the apples Chief"

"Ultimate Cooking Squad Erosa, delighted to be here. M-Rosa" A sultry voice from the much more adult woman was enough to bring the temperature of the room up a notch. "I'll heat up the bacon....and a little more if you want it."

"Ultimate Cook Squad Erosa. L-Rosa~ero!" A younger Erosa jumped up and down waving her arm. "Erosa set up food for cookman~!"

"Gao.......Gaoaoa......GAO...." Zaofan felt a little hand pull on his leg, finding a small child at his feet looking up at him with curious eyes. ".....E....E~rosa.......Papa....give job....gao...."

Zaofan's arms lower down from guarding his eyes, with his lips perched together in disbelief. "What the hell..."

He then shrugged it off, considering everything else he's seen with this group, and in particular Etrina and Erosa. "Well... I guess this means more hands in the kitchen."

Zaofan turned to see Cyanna at the door, and his stance relaxed to something more casual. "Oh, Cyanna, thank goodness. Maybe you'd like to join in on the fun? And maybe, oh I dunno, help me coral some of the Erosas if we need it?"

He then addressed L-Rosa. "Okay -- yoouuuu....rosa...(?) If you want to help me set up, then we'll need the right tools and wares! I'll need a large bowl, a rolling pin, a measuring cup, and a medium sized knife."

Parsley heard the word pie uttered multiple times. Far too many times for her to possibly justify ignoring. Rather than abandon Avoca to sate her hunger, she dragged the girl with her - literally - as she marched into the kitchen. "As I suspected," she uttered to announce her arrival. Cooking paraphernalia was strewn all over the place. "You weren't about to hoard more food from me, right, Zaofan?"

Without waiting for an answer, Parsley pulled up a seat and sat down to wait patiently. Avoca sat down next to her, eyeing the... multiple Erosas and then Zaofan, who she noted Parsley was quite fond of.

"Parsley! What in the world?"

The chef's shoulders droop down in resignation. "Well..." he began with a deep sigh, but then perking up to dedication. "No, no we're not hoarding food from you. But! Welcome to 'Chez Rosa'. I present to you the staff of this fine establishment! A crew of E-Rosas," he said with emphasis as he waved his hand towards the duplicates. "You will be tasting the work of their fine efforts. I, as executive chef, will guide them through the process. I've also drafted Cyanna here for quality control! Please, please, take your seat. We will bring you water and some snacks shortly!"

He then addressed the new face next to Parsley. "I don't believe we've met!" He said as he bow3d elegantly.

time skip

Althena walks into the kitchen , sees Cyanna and smells the smoked bacon . " Okay now where is all the yummy meat, that smell it's the smell of meat! Oh I see you getting a bite to eat too Cyanna ," Althena said. Althena follows the smell of smoked bacon.

"Another one! Althena! Word gets around, doesn't it?" Zaofan asked with some exasperation.

"Well, if you'd like to take a seat with Parsley and her friend, that would be just fine. This could very well be the only restaurant where the meats are the appetizers and the desserts are the main course." He then nods to Althena with some certainty, "however, we will whip you up something just fine. Perhaps something with layers of meat?"

"Ero~Pie!" P-Rosa exclaimed suddenly, with a dramatic point at Cyanna. "And every type of meat too....if it tastes good it goes in my pie~!"

"Hah HAH!" Zaofan supported P-Rosa without quite knowing her name. "What if we made a meat pie with ground brachio and cranberries?"

"E~ro....Don't be so hard on him. He's only the tutoring cook today, if you want service...you'll need to go through us." The Mature Erosa elegantly slid her way up to the table where the two had sat down. "Make yourself comfortable, you can place your order with me....I'll make sure your well taken care of ero. Would you like a menu, the wine list.....or a show first."

Avoca, in the meantime, would feel something small clinging to her leg....the child form of erosa looking up at her with big eyes.

"Yes, yes," Zaofan confirmed with his arms crossed. "Ero- um... this Erosa is correct! Since this is Chez Rosa, this is their operation! And you must admire their gusto!"

Zaofan then raised his forearms and hands, almost like an symphonic conductor; wrists loose but hands up, middle finger and thumbs touching but the other fingers up. "Under my tutelage, they will not just take ownership of Chez Rosa -- they'll show you delights you've never imagined in your dreams!" he bragged with enthusiasm and a bit of warm fuzzy.

Rather dramatically, Zaofan then raised his left hand up, arm bent, as if he were lifting the very air with one hand. "Erosas! The scope of our mission has changed! Ready the ovens! Ignite the sternos! Wash the fruits! Secure the supplies! Grease the pans! Batten down the hatches! Ready the engines! Sails to full astern!"

With friendliness turned to fear turned to drive, Zaofan smiled as he would be carried away by the charge. "Erosas! We're not just making pies! We're making MUSIC! Let's show them what you can do!"

[Cyke]

Long after the latest group had made their passage toward another one of these alternate worlds, Ochazuke remained in the Guardian's study, withdrawn amid the stacks. After navigating the weathered fallout in that dead world of fire, even as life sprung from the diminished heart from the Creator his thoughts had become restless.

He read through a tome on meridian diagrams, the familiar orthodox theory of the energy-changing classic. Certain terms, familiar names bled over where they intersect in the collected histories penned by some ancient hand, doubtlessly one of Evangeline's predecessors chronicling the observance of the world below. Like a neverending tide across the centuries, it had been a story he'd known intimately, one that he'd come to live in the past two years.

What he found there was less of a revelation than he would like. Rather it was a constant beat of unending revolutions.

Power, cultivated and given stature beyond reason. Fear of a great enemy to rally those that would oppose them. To the winner go the spoils, and the cycle repeats.

A long-weathered account of Kevi the Stalker, the long-deceased witch of the moon, caught his attention. Her reign of terror beginning, then an empty period left unwritten until the record of her banishment. He reached for the handle of the teapot at his side. When he laid his hand on it, he slowly turned his head and glanced at his hand when he noted a particular absence in his sensation. Slowly, he poured it out into the cup and the steam rose; it remained cold to the touch, until the familiar florid vintage crossed his palate.

It seemed to carried with it an essence of blood where he swallowed.

It never ends.

Yesterday's heroes sat in the seat of tomorrow's enemy, guarding a burdensome crown they were all too proud to divest the weight from. A burning crown of many shapes, the burdensome sinking weighing on the view of humanity. In their ashes, it brought him a dullard's comfort that this was hardly unique where it shaped the course of the universe.

It was, after all, craft into their very being from the source of Creation. Roused from the ether, more participants for the war they had inherited.

It never changes.

Ochazuke took a seat, reclining in the stiff lacquer-wood chair with a grumble. The door had been set ajar since Charco had left, an unmoving light creeping in from beyond the raised step, catching the shape of the rising steam from his cup as it clung to form for a moment, then dissipated to nothing.

Two worlds informed by the shape of the Legacy he had set to inherit. The encapsulated gift from an Alternate in a world without hope. The scroll of Zxu'ro procured from a world without a humanity to protect. In the wake of Fallen Angels and the celestial matters that had fallen upon the only home he had ever known, he gripped the cup between his hands to still their quaking.

Zaofan likewise took a seat next to Ochazuke, following his lead. With his keen eyes, but also his sense of reading the room like any good host, he noticed his martial brother's hands -- among the strongest hands he has ever caught, but still just the tiniest bit unsteady, even at the seemingly molecular level. In response, Zaofan did what any good brother-in-arms would do -- he gently placed his hand on Ochazuke's shoulder to offer moral support.

"It's hard to believe that, even after everything we've all gone through, we have a revelation. Right here, right now, on this table. What a life we lead, eh?"

But Zaofan wouldn't be sure if his words were indeed genuine support, or a facade to mask his own unsteadiness. His bravado would be, at the very least, familiar. "We've come this far, Ochazuke. Trepidation has never stopped us before. Unfurl the scroll."

[Tami]

Zaofan's arms lower down from guarding his eyes, with his lips perched together in disbelief. "What the hell..."

He then shrugged it off, considering everything else he's seen with this group, and in particular Etrina and Erosa. "Well... I guess this means more hands in the kitchen."

Zaofan turned to see Cyanna at the door, and his stance relaxed to something more casual. "Oh, Cyanna, thank goodness. Maybe you'd like to join in on the fun? And maybe, oh I dunno, help me coral some of the Erosas if we need it?"

He then addressed L-Rosa. "Okay -- yoouuuu....rosa...(?) If you want to help me set up, then we'll need the right tools and wares! I'll need a large bowl, a rolling pin, a measuring cup, and a medium sized knife."



"Parsley! What in the world?"

The chef's shoulders droop down in resignation. "Well..." he began with a deep sigh, but then perking up to dedication. "No, no we're not hoarding food from you. But! Welcome to 'Chez Rosa'. I present to you the staff of this fine establishment! A crew of E-Rosas," he said with emphasis as he waved his hand towards the duplicates. "You will be tasting the work of their fine efforts. I, as executive chef, will guide them through the process. I've also drafted Cyanna here for quality control! Please, please, take your seat. We will bring you water and some snacks shortly!"

He then addressed the new face next to Parsley. "I don't believe we've met!" He said as he bow3d elegantly.




"Another one! Althena! Word gets around, doesn't it?" Zaofan asked with some exasperation.

"Well, if you'd like to take a seat with Parsley and her friend, that would be just fine. This could very well be the only restaurant where the meats are the appetizers and the desserts are the main course." He then nods to Althena with some certainty, "however, we will whip you up something just fine. Perhaps something with layers of meat?"



"Hah HAH!" Zaofan supported P-Rosa without quite knowing her name. "What if we made a meat pie with ground brachio and cranberries?"



"Yes, yes," Zaofan confirmed with his arms crossed. "Ero- um... this Erosa is correct! Since this is Chez Rosa, this is their operation! And you must admire their gusto!"

Zaofan then raised his forearms and hands, almost like an symphonic conductor; wrists loose but hands up, middle finger and thumbs touching but the other fingers up. "Under my tutelage, they will not just take ownership of Chez Rosa -- they'll show you delights you've never imagined in your dreams!" he bragged with enthusiasm and a bit of warm fuzzy.

Rather dramatically, Zaofan then raised his left hand up, arm bent, as if he were lifting the very air with one hand. "Erosas! The scope of our mission has changed! Ready the ovens! Ignite the sternos! Wash the fruits! Secure the supplies! Grease the pans! Batten down the hatches! Ready the engines! Sails to full astern!"

With friendliness turned to fear turned to drive, Zaofan smiled as he would be carried away by the charge. "Erosas! We're not just making pies! We're making MUSIC! Let's show them what you can do!"

"I made some sandwiches earlier that went over well, so I guess I can handle this. Just tell me what to do, Master Chef." Cyanna fully entered the kitchen, treading carefully as she did. "Oh, hay, hi Erosa!" Giving her a big smile, "Guess you're looking for some dessert after that sandwich I made for you. Though, that was quite a while ago."

[MrSandman]

"Yes, yes," Zaofan confirmed with his arms crossed. "Ero- um... this Erosa is correct! Since this is Chez Rosa, this is their operation! And you must admire their gusto!"

Zaofan then raised his forearms and hands, almost like an symphonic conductor; wrists loose but hands up, middle finger and thumbs touching but the other fingers up. "Under my tutelage, they will not just take ownership of Chez Rosa -- they'll show you delights you've never imagined in your dreams!" he bragged with enthusiasm and a bit of warm fuzzy.

Rather dramatically, Zaofan then raised his left hand up, arm bent, as if he were lifting the very air with one hand. "Erosas! The scope of our mission has changed! Ready the ovens! Ignite the sternos! Wash the fruits! Secure the supplies! Grease the pans! Batten down the hatches! Ready the engines! Sails to full astern!"

With friendliness turned to fear turned to drive, Zaofan smiled as he would be carried away by the charge. "Erosas! We're not just making pies! We're making MUSIC! Let's show them what you can do!"

"Yeah! But mostly we make pies!" E-rosa yelled, bringing a cheer from the rest. "Chez Rosa~!" With a synchronized raising of arms, the squad of amateur cooks leapt into action.

*Que soundtrack*

P-Erosa's ran off to retrieve the precious Bacon, vaulting the counter in the process before pulling a perfect landing in front of the freezer and pulling out an extra large pack of the stuff. Triumphant she turned and jogged back with a piece of bacon flapping from the side of her mouth.

A-Rosa returned with the rest of the ingredients, including the precious apples. P-Rosa slowly layered the slices of bacon across the wooden surface.....while going with a general one for the table, one for her mouth approach, and A-Rosa slices the bag of apples open and uses her dexterous finger...smaller yet equally as sharp as her other forms, to slice and dice the apples into plenty of even pieces to cover the bacon over.

M-Rosa saunters over and extends her massive claw shaped hands over the neatly layered bacon and apples, igniting heat that can be felt radiating across the room as she slowly waves them across and heats the bacon personally.

L-Rosa gathered up the remainder of the ingredients, curious but unsure what to do with them.....finally settling on taste testing each for quality.

E-Rosa remained with the guests, mainly because she seemed way to young to be actually cooking......that and she seemed keen to stay attached to Avocas Leg.

[MrSandman]

"I made some sandwiches earlier that went over well, so I guess I can handle this. Just tell me what to do, Master Chef." Cyanna fully entered the kitchen, treading carefully as she did. "Oh, hay, hi Erosa!" Giving her a big smile, "Guess you're looking for some dessert after that sandwich I made for you. Though, that was quite a while ago."

"A little....but this for more then just filling my stomach Ero~!" P-Rosa exclaimed with some bacon sticking out the corner of her mouth. "I can't always depend on others to cook the good food.....I gotta learn to make it myself."

[Tami]

To those going through the portal, they find themselves standing as dusk settles on an unknown planet. A massive building lay before them, lights and sounds lighting up the sky and surroundings.

Incenio’s Hotel and Grand Casino. The sign proudly proclaims this with a massive neon sign of a humanoid lounging back and smoking a cigar.

Dozens, hundreds of people are making their way into the building, chattering and gossiping. All sorts of races, known and unknown, can be seen.

Plastered on a nearby wall is a notice:

The Intergalactic Grand Tournament of Champions! Come one come all! Sign-up is free!

It hadn't taken Meagan long to prepare, especially since Jinzi had prepacked capsules that contained everything short of the kitchen. Accepting them with a smile and kiss, she securely hid the carrying case under her clothes and headed to teh portal.

Once on the other side, she was glad she chose to wear her cloak with the hood up over her head. She would let the others decide how much much attention to draw to themselves. She chose instead to blend in with the crowd until she could reach the registration table.

As she moved, she kept her ki suppressed, but her senses on alert. Including her hearing. She sought out voices that spoke of those who had already entered the tournament. She sought out information regarding who they may be up against. She also kept in mental contact with the others on the team.

[Tami]

"A little....but this for more then just filling my stomach Ero~!" P-Rosa exclaimed with some bacon sticking out the corner of her mouth. "I can't always depend on others to cook the good food.....I gotta learn to make it myself."

"That sounds liek a very good idea. I need to improve my cooking skills too. I plan on traveling the universe someday, and I'll need to know how ot take care of myself." Cyanna then turned to Zaofan, waiting for instructions.

[Lord Falcon]

Zaofan's arms lower down from guarding his eyes, with his lips perched together in disbelief. "What the hell..."

He then shrugged it off, considering everything else he's seen with this group, and in particular Etrina and Erosa. "Well... I guess this means more hands in the kitchen."

Zaofan turned to see Cyanna at the door, and his stance relaxed to something more casual. "Oh, Cyanna, thank goodness. Maybe you'd like to join in on the fun? And maybe, oh I dunno, help me coral some of the Erosas if we need it?"

He then addressed L-Rosa. "Okay -- yoouuuu....rosa...(?) If you want to help me set up, then we'll need the right tools and wares! I'll need a large bowl, a rolling pin, a measuring cup, and a medium sized knife."



"Parsley! What in the world?"

The chef's shoulders droop down in resignation. "Well..." he began with a deep sigh, but then perking up to dedication. "No, no we're not hoarding food from you. But! Welcome to 'Chez Rosa'. I present to you the staff of this fine establishment! A crew of E-Rosas," he said with emphasis as he waved his hand towards the duplicates. "You will be tasting the work of their fine efforts. I, as executive chef, will guide them through the process. I've also drafted Cyanna here for quality control! Please, please, take your seat. We will bring you water and some snacks shortly!"

He then addressed the new face next to Parsley. "I don't believe we've met!" He said as he bow3d elegantly.




"Another one! Althena! Word gets around, doesn't it?" Zaofan asked with some exasperation.

"Well, if you'd like to take a seat with Parsley and her friend, that would be just fine. This could very well be the only restaurant where the meats are the appetizers and the desserts are the main course." He then nods to Althena with some certainty, "however, we will whip you up something just fine. Perhaps something with layers of meat?"



"Hah HAH!" Zaofan supported P-Rosa without quite knowing her name. "What if we made a meat pie with ground brachio and cranberries?"



"Yes, yes," Zaofan confirmed with his arms crossed. "Ero- um... this Erosa is correct! Since this is Chez Rosa, this is their operation! And you must admire their gusto!"

Zaofan then raised his forearms and hands, almost like an symphonic conductor; wrists loose but hands up, middle finger and thumbs touching but the other fingers up. "Under my tutelage, they will not just take ownership of Chez Rosa -- they'll show you delights you've never imagined in your dreams!" he bragged with enthusiasm and a bit of warm fuzzy.

Rather dramatically, Zaofan then raised his left hand up, arm bent, as if he were lifting the very air with one hand. "Erosas! The scope of our mission has changed! Ready the ovens! Ignite the sternos! Wash the fruits! Secure the supplies! Grease the pans! Batten down the hatches! Ready the engines! Sails to full astern!"

With friendliness turned to fear turned to drive, Zaofan smiled as he would be carried away by the charge. "Erosas! We're not just making pies! We're making MUSIC! Let's show them what you can do!"

Attracted by the commotion and the sound of Erosa's happy noises, Asha'rah wandered into the kitchen. Erosa had split into...various aspects of herself, somewhat like Etrina yet more chronological, as if she were living every stage of life simultaneously. Asha'rah smiled at the thought, her godly form manifesting from beneath her exterior. It suited Erosa.

Even still, Zaofan was the master here. And there was an undeniable energy about him, forging feasts from raw ingredients, his eyes alive with wonder and merriment. He was a fine warrior in his own right, but it was in cooking where his heart truly lay. He created sustenance. He created deliciousness, elevating what he was given to heights unimagined. More than any mortal assembled here, he created.

Asha'rah sat back and watched, her expression impassive.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

To those going through the portal, they find themselves standing as dusk settles on an unknown planet. A massive building lay before them, lights and sounds lighting up the sky and surroundings.

Incenio’s Hotel and Grand Casino. The sign proudly proclaims this with a massive neon sign of a humanoid lounging back and smoking a cigar.

Dozens, hundreds of people are making their way into the building, chattering and gossiping. All sorts of races, known and unknown, can be seen.

Plastered on a nearby wall is a notice:

The Intergalactic Grand Tournamnet of Champions! Come one come all! Sign-up is free!

Sarada stepped through the doorway not really knowing what to expect. She had never been to a casino before, but she had heard of them before. She was told that they were places were it was super easy to lose her money. Something called gambling. Well, she only gambled with her life, never her money, so she had no intention of losing a cent.

A lot of people were there; no doubt there to see the tournament. Well, they were about to see the Saiyan Queen show her dominance over every other sap that was unlucky enough to line up across from her! She saw the sign and grinned. "That's us. Let's hurry up and get signed in!"

[Sub-Zero MKA]

"E~ro....Don't be so hard on him. He's only the tutoring cook today, if you want service...you'll need to go through us." The Mature Erosa elegantly slid her way up to the table where the two had sat down. "Make yourself comfortable, you can place your order with me....I'll make sure your well taken care of ero. Would you like a menu, the wine list.....or a show first."

Avoca, in the meantime, would feel something small clinging to her leg....the child form of erosa looking up at her with big eyes.

Avoca noticed the small Erosa clinging to her leg. Her tail reached down and pried her loose. "Get off."

Parsley raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. "Wine. And we'll each take five meat pies and a... cherry pie."

"Parsley! What in the world?"

The chef's shoulders droop down in resignation. "Well..." he began with a deep sigh, but then perking up to dedication. "No, no we're not hoarding food from you. But! Welcome to 'Chez Rosa'. I present to you the staff of this fine establishment! A crew of E-Rosas," he said with emphasis as he waved his hand towards the duplicates. "You will be tasting the work of their fine efforts. I, as executive chef, will guide them through the process. I've also drafted Cyanna here for quality control! Please, please, take your seat. We will bring you water and some snacks shortly!"

He then addressed the new face next to Parsley. "I don't believe we've met!" He said as he bow3d elegantly.

When she heard that Erosa and not Zaofan would be making the pies, Parsley narrowed her eyes. She had become accustomed to his cooking and didn't feel comfortable eating anyone else's on this planet. Least of all Erosa, who she was sure wasn't clean and hadn't had her shots yet.

"My pallet is very refined," she stated while eyeing each of the Erosas. "You'll excuse me if I have rather high standards. After all, I've become accustomed to Zaofan's desserts."

Avoca wasn't sure what humans were supposed to look like. She knew that the girl was a Chromakai, but the pale.. thing and the giant frog... were they humans, too? Oh. She remembered Sarada saying something about her being some kind of chosen one. These people must have been the other chosen ones.

...

Some assortment. They didn't appear to be much. But damn, their power was amazing. Especially that one guy. Zaofan? Yeah. He was even stronger than Parsley! But he wasn't as beautiful as she was.

"I'm Avoca. Parsley's my mate," she said proudly.

[bruceleegreyhulk]

Zaofan's arms lower down from guarding his eyes, with his lips perched together in disbelief. "What the hell..."

He then shrugged it off, considering everything else he's seen with this group, and in particular Etrina and Erosa. "Well... I guess this means more hands in the kitchen."

Zaofan turned to see Cyanna at the door, and his stance relaxed to something more casual. "Oh, Cyanna, thank goodness. Maybe you'd like to join in on the fun? And maybe, oh I dunno, help me coral some of the Erosas if we need it?"

He then addressed L-Rosa. "Okay -- yoouuuu....rosa...(?) If you want to help me set up, then we'll need the right tools and wares! I'll need a large bowl, a rolling pin, a measuring cup, and a medium sized knife."



"Parsley! What in the world?"

The chef's shoulders droop down in resignation. "Well..." he began with a deep sigh, but then perking up to dedication. "No, no we're not hoarding food from you. But! Welcome to 'Chez Rosa'. I present to you the staff of this fine establishment! A crew of E-Rosas," he said with emphasis as he waved his hand towards the duplicates. "You will be tasting the work of their fine efforts. I, as executive chef, will guide them through the process. I've also drafted Cyanna here for quality control! Please, please, take your seat. We will bring you water and some snacks shortly!"

He then addressed the new face next to Parsley. "I don't believe we've met!" He said as he bow3d elegantly.




"Another one! Althena! Word gets around, doesn't it?" Zaofan asked with some exasperation.

"Well, if you'd like to take a seat with Parsley and her friend, that would be just fine. This could very well be the only restaurant where the meats are the appetizers and the desserts are the main course." He then nods to Althena with some certainty, "however, we will whip you up something just fine. Perhaps something with layers of meat?"



"Hah HAH!" Zaofan supported P-Rosa without quite knowing her name. "What if we made a meat pie with ground brachio and cranberries?"



"Yes, yes," Zaofan confirmed with his arms crossed. "Ero- um... this Erosa is correct! Since this is Chez Rosa, this is their operation! And you must admire their gusto!"

Zaofan then raised his forearms and hands, almost like an symphonic conductor; wrists loose but hands up, middle finger and thumbs touching but the other fingers up. "Under my tutelage, they will not just take ownership of Chez Rosa -- they'll show you delights you've never imagined in your dreams!" he bragged with enthusiasm and a bit of warm fuzzy.

Rather dramatically, Zaofan then raised his left hand up, arm bent, as if he were lifting the very air with one hand. "Erosas! The scope of our mission has changed! Ready the ovens! Ignite the sternos! Wash the fruits! Secure the supplies! Grease the pans! Batten down the hatches! Ready the engines! Sails to full astern!"

With friendliness turned to fear turned to drive, Zaofan smiled as he would be carried away by the charge. "Erosas! We're not just making pies! We're making MUSIC! Let's show them what you can do!"

OOC: Flashback

" Layers of meat, Yes that sounds so tasty ! I hope no one has gotten at those two giant beasts I hunted and store in the freezer," Althena said as she licks her razor sharp teeth and starts salivating at the thought of eating meat. Althena's mouth is just full of razor sharp teeth and not tiny teeth either. very noticeable razor sharp teeth .