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2nd Reign - Video/Action for Goldenrod City
[The feed opens up to a smartly-dressed man in a casual pinstripe outfit. Something might seem a little weird about him, especially about how his eyes seem to be analyzing everything around him, but you've never seen a happier weirdo, at least.]
"Hello, dearest Johto...What new surprises do you have in store for me today?" [And what can I do to thoroughly mess them up?]
"Sol. Sol. Ab-sol." An Absol begins tugging at the the man's sleeve, struggling vaguely in the direction of a large, friendly-looking building with "Pokè" on the outside. To no avail; Discord has found his target. He rips his arm away from Dissent, leaving a small tear of the material wedged between its teeth, and strides lazily towards a nearby diner. Oh yeah, did I mention the smirk? Big one. REALLY big.
"What better way to greet the new than to grab a bite to eat at its own expense?"
"Hello, dearest Johto...What new surprises do you have in store for me today?" [And what can I do to thoroughly mess them up?]
"Sol. Sol. Ab-sol." An Absol begins tugging at the the man's sleeve, struggling vaguely in the direction of a large, friendly-looking building with "Pokè" on the outside. To no avail; Discord has found his target. He rips his arm away from Dissent, leaving a small tear of the material wedged between its teeth, and strides lazily towards a nearby diner. Oh yeah, did I mention the smirk? Big one. REALLY big.
"What better way to greet the new than to grab a bite to eat at its own expense?"
Action: Oh, so Luna IS an egghead, then? :D
[A stir and one hotsauce-infused splash of milk later, Discord is gleefully gulping down the concoction, though surprisingly with very little of the the beverage on his person. He pauses, brow furrowed in confusion, and looks inquisitively up at Luna.]
"Here here, what's this? Waitress, this milk seems...off." [Innocent blinking.]
Action: ... Your MOM'S an egghead.
Her smile, if possible, only becomes more strained. This is quite possibly the most obvious fake smile in the world.]
We--I... There is nothing wrong with the milk. It's regular milk.
Action: My, I see a college education behind that retort. Well done.
"Is that so! Why, I suppose that nice smokey flavour is normal around here, is it? Ho ho, I MUST have another! Extra smokey! And more pie, Madame! Chop chop, don't just stand there." He taps the glass with his nail to emphasize the point
Action: You wear a jacket. =|
Of course, sir.
[She takes the glass rather harshly before storming to the back. She's so obvious now, but she doesn't care. She's more focused on not losing her temper and losing her job. She needs all the money she can get, after all. But damn if Discord isn't making that as hard as possible.
She forgoes the hot sauce this time, since it obviously didn't work the first time. The only thing she can hope to do is confuse him, even if that would prove to make him happier.
It's not too much longer that she walks back out, the pie in one hand and milk in another.]
Action: Your powers of observation continue to serve you well.
"Madame Waitress, you're improving! Keep that up and I might even recommend your service!"
Action: I won't bake you anything else ever if you don't start to be nice >3
Thank you.
Action: O.O; I'll be good.
[He sips the glass daintily, nose wrinkling ever-so-slightly when the delicious smokey flavour proves to be missing. But it's still chocolate milk. With a glance up to his guest, he downs the delicacy yet again and forces the glass back at her, pulling a newspaper out of nowhere to obscure his features.]
"Don't you have OTHER patrons to be attending, Miss...? Another of my usual, if you DON'T mind."
Action: Yeah I thought so.
Without a word, she takes the glass and refills it, forgoing the hot sauce once more. She can't do much to him, but telling him that milk is supposed to come with hot sauce and then not put any more in it is the most she can do. She slams the glass on the table in front of Discord and turns and walks away. She's going to get fired if she can't compose herself and think of something.]