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Post by theboulder on Nov 6, 2008 22:38:19 GMT -5
“No. You may sleep on the bed,” Raging Rock spoke, “I will be downstairs celebrating my victory.”
He closed the door behind him and stomped down the stairs into the dining area. Surprisingly, it was rather crowded and actually had a bar with it. He sat down at an empty table with a rather younger waitress waiting upon him.
“Hello sir. Care to try the special?” she asked him with a smile. The Raging Rock smiled terribly at her.
“The Raging Rock will order three of those specials, and give the Raging Rock a pitcher of ale with it to wash down with,” Raging Rock said loudly.
She jotted don all that he requested, bowed politely and went to the kitchen with his order. While he was waiting on his meals, three men came over to his table. They looked like normal scum, but one of them was rather out of place. He actually must’ve weight in at around three hundred fifty pounds easily. He smiled with only half of his set of teeth.
“So, big spender around here,” he said mockingly, “Must think you can out eat me.”
Raging Rock looked stoically at the fat man in front of him. He wasn’t too impressed with what he had to say.
“Think you can out eat me boy?” the fat one mocked once more.
“Good question,” Raging Rock replied, “What is your name?”
The fat guy scratched his head as he was prepared to answer.
“My name? Alright, my name is-” “IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS! ALL THAT MATTERS IS THAT THE RAGING ROCK WILL CHALLENGE YOU TO THIS EATING CONTEST. WHEN I WIN, YOU PAY FOR EVERYTHING!”
The room goes silent as the bellows of this large man standing at the far table announced himself and challenged the fat man to his eating contest.
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Post by sonal on Nov 7, 2008 2:37:24 GMT -5
Sonal sighed as soon as Raging Rock left the room. It was odd to think she'd been carried there like some infant, or even a tired koala-lamb slung over a man's back, but she was grateful to stand on her own two feet again. There were plenty of reasons for her to beware of the fellow, namely his sheer size and perceived unpredictability, but she kept reminding herself it was probably only a charade. It never once occurred to her to run off when he wasn't looking, so any thoughts of danger obviously weren't foremost in her mind. Settling down her bag on the bed, she patted down the top of her woolen-textured dark hair and ran her hands to the back of her neck slowly, where she cupped her hands around the nape and leaned back.
Closing her eyes, she aimed her head upward and sighed deeply. It felt good to know she could sleep in comfort that night. The earthbender wasn't ready to rest yet, however. Maybe she would take a look around downstairs, where her large 'escort' ran off to. Taking off her outer vest, she laid it neatly on the bed and walked straight out the door. Her footsteps on the wooden stairs were light, but enough to make her presence known each time her heel and the surface below collided. She appreciated how this hostel was at least polite enough to sand down their stairs, so that any barefooted earthbenders staying therein wouldn't get any nasty splinters.
She entered the bar soon before she heard Raging Rock's voice, then turned to see him arguing with one of the fattest men she'd ever seen. It was hard not to stare at the spectacle, but she ended up at the bar without taking enough casual glances to seem terribly rude. After what had happened, the thrill of that fight in the first tavern, then the abject weirdness of being carried to this place, Sonal needed a drink. Not tea, of which she was a fine connosieur, but something to calm her mind, body, and soul much more effectively.
"Ah, hello," Sonal said as she tapped her fingers on the bar and smiled at the man behind the counter. Though he appeared to look at Sonal, it was obvious his attention was on the two men taunting each other like little boys. Sonal rolled her eyes, though she was hardly sarcastic - instead, it seemed she thought the situation was more endearing if anything. As she gazed back from Raging Rock to the bartender again, she smiled. Not a second passed before Raging Rock bellowed again, which made her muscles tense and her eyes wince shut. Sonal wondered if that was something she could expect all the time, yet she halfheartedly and jokingly thought to worry that he even yelled in his sleep. How much longer would she be in his company?
Raising her finger, she would state her order. "I would like the drink that earns you the most compliments, please. From women, not from men." A wise decision, considering what may happen if she ordered the most popular drink at the place. Spirits knew if it would be some gimmicky beverage mixed from the most lethal and unholy juices scrounged up from under the bar.
The bartender chuckled. "Sure, right away miss."
Sonal leaned up against the wooden counter. "I think I need it..."
The man, setting a mug on the table, quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? Why's that?"
Sonal looked back at Raging Rock. She really felt bad saying something like this, even if she was being lighthearted. Still, lowering herself to gossip wasn't her thing. In a sigh, she hoped to alleviate her guilt, then shrugged her shoulders at the bartender's question. She then pointed at her fellow earthbender, voice hushed. "He carried me here on his shoulder..."
The barteneder grimaced a bit, furrowing his brow as he poured a few colorful juices into a cup. "You two haven't been seeing each other for long, I take it?"
Sonal shook her head and looked to the counter almost solemnly, but let out a very short and very brief chuckle. "We just met today."
"Uh," the bartender said as his eyes widened. He was probably more on edge with the situation than Sonal herself. Not breaking eye contact, he slid her the mug of brew. It seemed he neglected to mention its name.
Sonal reached in her pocket and drew out a few silver pieces, smirking back at the man sheepishly as the cup was presented her. "I'm not going to worry. I get a free room and even get to sleep on the bed."
Turning around to watch the nonsense that would ensue (since it seemed Raging Rock had issued another challenge - she by chance happened to overhear it was an eating contest), Sonal figured her view of the mayhem would be good enough from the seat she spotted. Turning back at the barkeep before seating herself, Sonal dipped her eyes upward wistfully. "If your staff hears any screaming tonight, make sure to check my room first."
The two chuckled, though Sonal expected him to be almost aghast by now. Sonal knew her oftentimes morbid and morose sense of humor didn't sit well with some people, but this guy was alright with it. He knew her attitude on the matter and that was that.
Seating herself in a clear front view of what would appear to be the two men's 'arena', the earthbender rested her cup on the lone table. Whatever would happen, it would no doubt be amusing. She just hoped that, because of Raging Rock's undeniably competitive nature, no one's stomach exploded - but then, she had to wonder if that could actually happen...
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Post by theboulder on Nov 10, 2008 19:38:28 GMT -5
The friends of the fat man surround the table for the upcoming challenge. The fat man gave a big grin as if he already anticipate a victory. Raging Rock cracks his neck twice, one per side as he readies himself for this challenge.
“Now, I know what your thinking?” the fat man said, “You’re thinking this is going to be just another eating contest. I bid you wrong, for we are eating based on iron stomachs. You see, I come from a different area of the Earth Kingdom. We have recipes that normal people around here would be disgusted by. I employed my personal chef for this contest.”
A rather skinny man carrying a large pot goes over to the table with two bowls. He opens the lid of the pot with vast amounts of steam piping out of the top. The smell of putrid and disgust fills the room. The fat man sniffs the air and starts to salivate.
“The first entrée will be:” the chef announced, “Parts of pig-sheep intestines boiled in cat-gator blood.”
The chef scoops the “stew” into the bowls. The fat man enjoys his meal as his friends cheer him on. Raging Rock looks at the bowl with sheer concentration.
“This must be the will of the spirits,” Raging Rock thought, “I must defeat the fat one in this challenge, then I will be one step closer to supreme spiritness.”
Raging Rock grabs the bowl and starts slurping up the broth with the spoon he gathered. Raging Rock’s eyes widened as the taste of this broth is even more foul than the smell. Still, with extreme stamina, he endured on and went on in the challenge.
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Post by sonal on Nov 10, 2008 23:35:08 GMT -5
The background-dwelling Sonal retched when she heard the name, or rather, the description of the first dish to be served. It was even worse to see the two men actually enjoying it (if shoveling something down your throat like that could be considered enjoying). The entire time, as she was trying to keep disgust from her face, Sonal had to wonder why people would actually eat things like that. It was like their entrees barely constituted food at all; more like, what was left over after everything edible was removed. What would be next - Bones? Hide? Gristle? Hair? It was for that reason that Sonal didn't enjoy eating meat.
Even as a child, she remembered her mother would always cook plenty of vegetables, fruits, and grains. What they partook in around the dinner table was rarely meaty, but definitely spicy and potent in flavor. Same was the case whenever dinner was to be at grandfather's house, or to that of a friend. Since each family generally had their own traditional takes on dishes, variety was nice. This food she saw the men eat like cow-swine was not. More than once did she avert her gaze to avoid more disconcerting sites. There were innards on that plate! Entrails! And blood! It was fortunate the gingery alcohol in her system was soothing her stomach.
She took a big gulp after some things she saw...
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Post by theboulder on Nov 17, 2008 22:29:55 GMT -5
The stench and taste of this broth was horrible. Even if Raging Rock completes this dish, how could he stomach the second? It didn’t matter to him. He needed to win to prove that he is the mightiest. The fat man finished his with a refreshing “ah” after to placed the bowl onto the table. Shortly there after, Raging Rock was finished with his.
“Not bad for a rookie,” the fat man spoke. He raised his hand in the air and snapped his fingers, “Now we shall finish it off with a drink. Spoiled milk with fermented yam extract!”
Raging Rock smacked his lips, knowing that we won’t enjoy the next thing. The sour lumping milk almost looked like cheese that was processed too soon. Still…
He put the edge of the cup to his lips and drank the entire cup’s contents. It was enough to make him hurl, but he held it in. His pride wouldn’t let him vomit. He slammed the cup onto the table and let out a great big burp.
“This is the only part of the challenge you got fat one?” Raging Rock bellowed, “Cause if it is, I’m not impressed.”
“Ha ha ha,” the fat one laughed, “The festivities are done my friend. Now comes the challenge, fighting me in combat with that sort of stuff in your system. You are at a great disadvantage.”
The fat man knocks the table to it’s side and gets into a Hung Gar stance to fight the Raging Rock.
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Post by sonal on Nov 18, 2008 0:08:21 GMT -5
Sonal braced herself mentally for whatever disgusting things were inevitably going to happen. It wasn't a question of 'if' as much as 'when', considering the copious amounts of non-food the two men just ate, and the grappling and squeezing that would now ensue. If someone were nudged in the gut too hard, spirits knew what happened. Sonal found herself downing the last of her drink all too quickly. Her stomach needed every fortification it could get, and knew ginger always did the trick when queasiness was at play. Later, perhaps, there needed to be gratuitous thanks given to the bartender. It was like he foretold the future, like some desert oracle with indecent clothes and weird hair. Wait...what?
Sonal shook her head at herself, letting that odd afterthought escape her mind as soon as it came. Right now, what would unfold before her eyes was much more relevant. Two large men locked in close combat may make for a rather entertaining sight, if that stench from either meal didn't stick around and make things more unpleasant. Like two collossal gods contending for victory, each boasted a physical prowess incomprehensible to Sonal herself. Thus, she sat upright in her seat and kept on watching.
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Post by theboulder on Nov 20, 2008 22:14:41 GMT -5
He couldn’t believe that stamina that the fat man held within. This put a smile on Raging Rock’s face as he was prepared to do battle. However, he felt strange from all the strange food that he was eating. His vision got blurry and his stomach queasy. He didn’t even feel the punch that landed on his face. Specks of blood trickled from his lips as a forceful blow turned him around and actually forced him on the ground, which is no small feat. His friends were laughing and cheering as Raging Rock went down.
“What’s a matter friend?” the fat man mocked, “The food getting to you? Come on, I’m not finished with you.”
The fat man picked up Raging Rock and held him in the air. His friends cheered as he hoisted him over his head for a few seconds before dropping him to the floor. A cloud of dust puffed up from the floor.
“This man is pathetic,” the fat man continued to jeer, “He can’t even fight me. I better finish him now then.”
Raging Rock on all fours as his head was turned to the fat man. He stood there in front of him, thinking on how to finish him off. He clamped his two hands together to make a balled fist. With a mighty yell, the fat man lowered his fist in force at Raging Rock’s hand, only to be stopped.
With one smooth motion, Raging Rock thrusted his fist into the belly of the fat man. The force of the punch was enough to start something very frightening. The fat man grasped onto his stomach and let out a few painful groans. Suddenly, out of reflex, all of the contents that he ate earlier came out forcefully from his mouth onto the floor. The vile stench smothered the area. His friends looked on in disgust.
The stench got to Raging Rock so horribly that he followed suit with the fat man and let out the inner contents as well, almost parallel to the original puddle. He grabbed onto a nearby table and saw with his blurry vision an unfinished pitcher of alcohol. He grabbed onto the pitcher and drank the contents inside. Most of it went onto the floor, but it was enough to get that awful taste of vomit off his tongue. An inner rage developed inside of Raging Rock with each gulp of the demon water. He let out a fierce scream as he turned around to face the fat man.
“OBESE ONE!” Raging Rock bellowed, “YOU SHALL WITNESS PAIN AS THE RAGING ROCK CONTINUES TO DESTROY EVERYONE THAT FACES ME!”
He charges into the fat one while he was still reeling from his moment of nausea. He grabbed onto his waist and bent backwards and the fat man’s head slams into the floor.
“TSUNAMI THUNDER SPLASH!” Raging Rock cried out as he performed his signature move. The fat man goes into unconsciousness as his friends witness Raging Rock’s power. He turns to them.
“Pick up your friend and GET THE HELL OUT HERE!” he screamed out. The friends lifted the fat man and proceeded out the door. He noticed Sonal nearby at the bar and sat next to her. The alcohol was starting to take effect now.
“So,” Raging Rock turned his head to Sonal as he talked, “What can the Raging Rock do to make you happy?”
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Post by sonal on Nov 21, 2008 17:40:15 GMT -5
Sonal must have been as clairvoyant as that absurd forethought of a weird-haired, indecently-clad desert oracle. Unfortunately, she had so little time to hide her eyes before not one, but both men decided to vomit profusely. It seemed the non-foods they ate looked and smelled even worse after being eaten than they were beforehand. It was enough to make Sonal herself want to vomit. Absolutely disgusting. After it was all over, her face fell to the table, nose parallel with the table's surface itself. Her eyelids were clinched tightly, trying to make that image fade away quickly. Maybe the alcohol she personally drank would be potent enough to make her think it was all a bad dream. Just in case, though, she considered getting another drink.
That was before Raging Rock yelled out some other things, sounded like he beat the obese man up some more, then stomped his way over to Sonal's table. If it was all over now, the earthbender felt like thanking the gods. Even when he spoke, her face was still flat against the table. His offer seemed rather appealing for a variety of reasons, even though she didn't bother to look at his face to perceive any sort of sincerity. Honestly, Sonal just wanted to forget everything she saw right there. Now if she could jokingly get away with that one...
"Okay, first...get me another drink," she said woozily, raising her face from the table and rubbing her palm against her forehead, edging her cup his way with her other hand. Attaining every right to feel ill after the unchained grossness she just witnessed, Sonal's sickened face plainly showed her feelings. Still, despite the queasiness welling in the pit of her stomach, she chuckled weakly. "Then we'll go from there. Bed sounds good about now..."
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Post by theboulder on Nov 25, 2008 19:42:25 GMT -5
Raging Rock starts to rock back and forth as he sat. The combination of alcohol and bad food was affecting his senses.
“More beer?” Raging Rock said with a slur, “No problem. Bartender…we need more beers. Twenty…will do.”
The bartender, holding his breath, brought over a lot of alcohol with twenty mugs of an unidentified ale of sorts to the table. He sat the whole tray down and walked away to be with the other patrons. Raging Rock took a glass of one and slammed it down his throat as if he never drank alcohol before.
“Now…that battle…was not as glorious…as it should,” he proceeded to speak to Sonal, “I wish…there was a tournament around here.”
His head starts to hover on top of the table, “Wow…this booze is good. That taste is gone.”
Raging Rock noticed that Sonal was rubbing her head as if she had a headache. Raging Rock nodded his head up and down with almost no control as he understood.
“Raging Rock knows,” he said, “Headaches suck. Drinks, good.” He slammed another one down. Half of it was on his chest as he messily drank the next tankard. The taste of the ale was exquisite. A taste of almonds and honey could be sensed with this beer. It was a favorite of his.
His senses are now impaired at the moment. He looked over at Sonal with a sheepish smile on his face.
“Did Raging Rock ever tell you…how pretty you looked?” he flirted with a slur, “How about after these beers are done, we can go to bed…together?”
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Post by sonal on Nov 27, 2008 1:09:03 GMT -5
How quaint, Sonal thought, giving the clearly drunken Raging Rock her most uneasy smile to keep him in line. Despite how he didn't even order her the correct drink and probably only thought of himself the entire time, she couldn't help but think it was slightly flattering and fairly adorable how the large man seemed to compliment her as would a bashful six-year-old with a schoolyard crush. However, what he said after that was what really what rose her eyebrows. Was she really willing to share a room with him after that...? How she wished she could just disappear. "Uh," she said, trying to fight back the sudden woozy feeling that could have been attributed to the alcohol in her system. "Hold on a minute," she said, keeping her accented voice low as she examined the room for possible escape routes. Even if she couldn't leave right away, she needed time to think. "I need to powder my nose." A reasonable enough excuse, but it didn't really make much sense how Sonal happened to take her beer with her if she was allegedly heading to the bathroom. Still, for all Raging Rock knew, it was a staunch habit Sonal resorted to. He didn't even know for sure if she was some raging alcoholic who drank all day long, or even if she were a serial murderess disguised as a humble tea merchant. He probably knew as little about her as she knew about him. Either way, she got up from her seat with her mug in her hand, making way for the small, one-person bathroom at the far end of the room. A brief look back to the gigantic man would probably make him feel assured that she'd return, even if she was personally still iffy on that account. Raging Rock seemed like he wouldn't prance around the question for such subjects, though. If he wanted to invite a woman to bed, he probably would, but Sonal just didn't see herself as that kind of person. If a relationship was to be had, then it had to be meaningful. Granted, since she didn't feel any need for any sort of companion at the moment, then she wouldn't even seek a companion. The most Raging Rock could do was please the earthbender's carnal desires, as far as she foresaw. Sonal saw him as a mere guise, a shell, not even a real human being under all those pretenses he wore. 'Raging Rock' wasn't even a name, for spirits' sake. She perceived clearly how he only lived by a title. If her opinion of him was going to change, it would take awhile. Drinking a good half of her beer, she squinted her eyes a bit. It may have been a bit much to take in all at once, but Sonal knew she needed to stop over-thinking the matter. A slow pace back and forth in the washroom was kept company by plenty of head-shaking, exploring plans and trying to keep her balance, since she too was starting to feel tipsy. Maybe in the morning she wouldn't even remember that night, which, if things went the way Raging Rock wanted, would probably have been a better thing. "I hate beer," Sonal muttered to herself, downing the last of her mug and looking in the cloudy mirror before her. There she saw herself in plain sight, reflecting on what she really was; an earthbender from the tropics of Madhur, a wandering tea merchant, a tolerant and patient woman. All of those things, but she was by no means a slut. If someone had, by chance, followed Sonal on her travels around the southern Earth Kingdom, they'd know for a fact that she hadn't been with a man for probably three years. Back then it was the same case, too. However confusing the matter was to the poor earthbender, her mind was starting to feel foggy as an early morning. She was still convinced the best action was to leave, too. She didn't expect him to make that kind of proposition, but knew it wasn't completely out of the question from what she perceived of the man. Mulling around the tiny room some more, she had to devise some means of escape. Some dubious plan where she could get out of there without a hitch. The man's intelligence may have been key to her plot. Casually, she walked out of the washroom and over to Raging Rock's sitting place, running her finger along the edge of the table suggestively, then meeting him eye to eye with a flirtatious grin. "Give me five minutes, handsome." Whatever that was supposed to mean, it would make her plan work correctly. She felt dirty smelling his breath, even if he tried to eliminate the sheer disgustingness of what horrible non-food he ate by gulping down beer. Where there was no rotting odor, there the slightly wobbly Sonal would feel safe. She was given enough time to run up the stairs as best as her buzzed body could, then back to the room, where she figuratively kissed the comfortable-looking bed goodbye, put on her vest, and grabbed her rucksack posthaste. From there she exited, running down the stairs again (banging her elbows against the wall repeatedly, again, as she tried to maintain balance) and right past the front desk. Slowing down her pace, she turned to the receptionist and smiled uneasily, hoping her lie would bounce off her dulled conscience. Flitting her eyes back to the tavern's entrance, mentally praying to the spirits of luck and fortune she wouldn't be spotted, Sonal spoked rather airy - like she was as woozy as she felt. "Uh, if you see that big guy who carried me in here, tell him I was a figment of his imagination. Gotta run!" Running out the door into the night, she sought out some place to sleep. Anywhere, as long as it was far away from Raging Rock. She felt the slightest guilt from what she'd done, but knew her rapidly-beating heart wouldn't lead her astray. Hopefully the half-baked excuse for her sudden disappearance would hold water. Sonal has left this thread (like a bat outta hell!)
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Post by theboulder on Dec 2, 2008 17:33:57 GMT -5
The Raging Rock felt real bad from the alcohol whooping his butt. Everything in his vision was now double. Many hours have passed since he seen Sonal. The tavern was ready to close up when the bartender arrived at his table.
“Alright pal, were closing up. Time to leave.” the bartender said sternly. The Raging Rock looks at the bartender stupidly.
“Alright. The Raging Rock has blessed you with his graces,” he said valiantly. He saunters over to the door and almost crawled up to the top of the stairs and got his key out. He opened the door and noticed the bed was empty. It’s not he cared if she was there or not. His head hurt too much to really do any strenuous. He goes to the bucket with water to wash his face. He looked into the mirror and noticed many of his reflection. He knew he had too much to drink, but he didn’t care. In fact, he was quite happy.
“The Raging Rock is the spirit of spirits. I will now sleep, and tomorrow, the Raging Rock will start again,” he exclaimed. Without even changing his clothes, he drops onto the bed without even thinking of covering up himself and went to sleep, with his snoring roared like thunderstorms that echo through the walls.
The Raging Rock has left the thread[/u]
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