Arynx
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Post by Arynx on Mar 23, 2016 21:09:24 GMT
Arynx stood at a crossroads in one of the busiest districts of Satan City - Hyperbolic Times Square. In his hands he held a small map that claimed to detail the most efficient route to try out the city's best food - hot dog carts, noodle shops, steak houses, and more! His face was scrunched up in frustration. Arynx wasn't much of an eater, really. A bit of fruit every few days and constant hydration was more than enough to keep him going and keep him rocking. That said, he'd been created with taste buds, and so every now and again when in a new place, he liked to indulge in local delicacies. He'd experienced some truly next-level flavors on his tours, some of which had actually inspired songs that sold like gangbusters. But this map...this map was straight-up useless. It listed the names of some restaurants, had a certain number of stars beside the name, and sometimes a little face. No mention of what their culinary specialties were, no mention of what to avoid. Just stars and sometimes a little face. Arynx looked up from the map, feeling helpless. Normally he would find himself a guide for this sort of thing, but he found himself in an unusual situation - he didn't know very many people on Earth well enough to call them up directly and ask for help finding some baller grub. About ready to give up hope and just hit up a fruit stand, he spotted a little brown dog in a stylish red hat. " I know him from somewhere..." Arynx's eyes widened - the park! The sandwich! Fuck yes! Arynx rushed to the little dog Zoanthrope, a smile on his face. He tapped the young Galactic Patrolman on the shoulder. " You're...you're Chili, right? Hey, listen, I was wondering if you had some free time. I was thinking about grabbing some eats, but I just don't know where to go..." ----------------------------- Chili Pepper
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2016 22:23:36 GMT
[50,002 PL + Heavy Weights = 12,520 Thread PL]
A short brown dog turned to face the famous rockstar, but what spun around was not a young Galactic Patrolmen. The face was brown furred but scrunched and wider with salivating jowls. The Zoanthrope resembled a bulldog closely, but an angry one. With an aged face covered in blemishes and matted fur, one eye was even covered by an eyepatch. The stylish hat was very close to Chili's actually, with only the tiny bit of difference. It wasn't surprising that Arynx would get him confused from behind.
"HEY BUB WHO YOU THINK YOU'RE TAPPING?" Grunted the rough faced beast. His jiggling mouth opening again and snapped down on a hotdog he held in a grubby paw. A disgusting thing covered in the worst condiments, the grump had anchovies and ketchup with jalapeños spread across the meat tube. His beady eyes looked over Arynx as he chewed upon his morsel. The dog finally spotted the map and snorted, sending a goober flying out of a nostril. "Fucking tourists." He spat as he hoisted up his sagging pants and with a scratch of his ass he walked past the rock star. Blowing him off and whatever reply he may have had.
"Get a haircut you hippie!" The last thing he said as he lumbered away.
If this encounter with such a pleasent local didn't stun Arynx too much he would find a similar red wearing dog sat at a hot dog stand across from him, cozy and sunk within the surrounding buildings.
Chili sat upon a swiveling bar stool like seat that was turned to face the busy street. He was biting into a fresh hot dog just purchased from the stand, with mustard and a sweet relish on the delicacy. It was infact the same place that rude satan socialite had purchased his food. This stand had great sausages of all types with many condiments to choose from. One of their most famous was a 'to die for' chili. However Chili wasn't much of a fan of chili dogs for some reason.
Chili bit through the firm casing of his dog and began to chew. His eyes looking up as people watching was always enjoyable in a bustling city. He spotted Arynx rather quickly and stuck a paw into the air waving it frantically. "MR. ARYNX! " He shouted through a mouthful of food. The excited pup leaping from the stool and running over to him.
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Post by Arynx on Mar 28, 2016 2:47:51 GMT
As the dog in red turned around, revealing himself not to be Chili but rather a gruff and somewhat distasteful bulldog, Arynx recoiled. The old dog hollered at Arynx, apparently livid that he'd been tapped and disturbed from his hot dog, which appeared to be swimming in a horrifying mixture of condiments. The old Zoan started to walk away, and Arynx gagged, throwing up in his mouth a little. He didn't even HAVE hair! But then he heard someone calling his name. Even without his highly-trained ears, there was no mistaking that voice. Somehow Chili was even more recognizable when talking through a mouthful of food. Arynx turned around to face the young pup, who was currently bounding in his direction. " Ohthankgodyou'rehereIjusthadaruninwiththemostvilecreatureitwasawful," Arynx said all in one breath as he dropped to one knee gratefully, bringing himself down to Chili's height. " Do you want to show me a good place to eat around here? You seem to know where the good grub is."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 19:54:09 GMT
The dog titled his head in a bit of confusion, it papered Arynx had just had some sort of unpleasant experience now. Chili scratches his cheek as he was suddenly eye level with the rockstar, he grew a smile quickly when proposed a question. With a hearty swallow to make sure his mouth was clear of food he nodded his head eagerly.
"Oh sure I can do that Mr. Arynx, I've been traveling for awhile and I've come through Satan City a few times. There are tons of places to eat!" Chili said with an air of excitement. He quickly snatched the greenish colored hand into his paw and tugged him along as he hurriedly made his way back over to the hot dog stand he was originally stationed.
The stand was rather pleasent but definitely had a dive feel, just a dive feel where they clean the dishware in actual water. The pup jumped back onto one of the many stools that sat out front. The decor was modest by traditional of a street food establishment. The sigh that hung above said "Satan's Sausages, The Winner's Weiner!" And scattered around the front of the shop were similar signs in multiple languages.
The man behind the counter was an older gentlemen who was very much a human. His demeanor was pleasent as he greeted Chili's return, but the man's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in Arynx. He hadn't recalled someone who looks like him, but this wouldn't be the first Alien he had served and offered the rock star a seat.
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Post by Arynx on Apr 7, 2016 1:19:58 GMT
Arynx followed Chili readily and without resistance. He was thrilled to have a partner on this culinary adventure, someone who appeared to have as much enthusiasm for local food as Arynx did. His anxiety washed away entirely as the little dog sat down at the counter of Satan's Sausages. Arynx sat next to him at the man behind the counter's behest, a smile on his face. The smells of the place rolled over him like a pleasant fog, and he took in a deep whiff. He detected an absolute symphony of possibilities.
"Chili, man," Arynx said to him, "I'm going to let you order for me. I'm open to just about anything, but I'm partial to spicy and have a problem with gooey textures. Hate mayonnaise. Just the worst."
He looked at the little Galactic Patrolman expectantly, a wide smile across his face. He had the utmost faith in his new friend. Dogs tended to have greater senses of smell and were more adventurous with their food preferences, so it would stand to reason that dog Zoanthropes would likely share those qualities. Whether or not this was a horrifically racist opinion to have, Arynx had no idea. He'd ask Chili about it later. In private. Carefully.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 19:46:25 GMT
Chili smiled wide at Arynx and stuck his thumb out in confirmation "You got it Mr. Arynx!" He added. The dog hopped up off his butt and stood on the stool which wobbled just a bit. That wasn't much of a concern seeing as the dog could fly. His paws rested on the counter in front of both of them as he looked over the ingrediants with shifty eyes. The pup looked the Oldman in the eye as he spoke "give me one tall man filled with good gold in a parka with a fever, wearing green rings, while crying" which to anyone else would sound absurd.
The man nodded his head and went to the back of the stall prepping the sausage. The dog jumped back into his seat and spun around as he landed, coming back to a stop while facing Arynx. "I've seen a few people order like that, I figure this way it's more surprising" Chili smiled wide at the rockstar just before the cook returned.
He rested a box in front of Arynx, made of carboard, inside he'd find a sausage in a normal hotdog bun. However the sausage itself was bright red as if it were a pepper, it appeared to be cooked or stuffed in a way with spicy sauce or ingrediants. This spiced meat wrapped around a melted gooey core of smoked gouda that would erupt if bitten into. The sausage itself was accessorized with a helping of jalapeño discs and chopped onions. The air itself that flowed around this dog melted.
Chili grinned even wider as he had got the order write thank goodness, and he got up offering the man behind the counter a few bills "I'll pay for this one Mr. Arynx, think of it as my treat." The pup wagging his tail at the thought of buying a rockstar lunch.
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Post by Arynx on Apr 9, 2016 16:52:41 GMT
Arynx's eyes kind of glassed over as the pup ordered....something from the man behind the counter. As the man prepared the sausage, Chili admitted to ordering in a manner specifically to hide what he'd ordered from Arynx. Delighted, the rock star leaned forward in his seat, unable to contain himself as he waited. His dark purple tongue shot out across his lips, preparing for an -experience-.
He didn't have to wait long before the bright red monstrosity was laid out before him. Arynx could smell the heat of this particular sausace, and grinned widely.
"You've outdone yourself, Chili. You can get this round, but I'm buying at the next joint," Arynx accepted Chili's generosity, but knew he would be able to pay the little guy back during their adventure. He, of course, assumed that Chili would be down for an all-day romp through the city's best eateries, gorging themselves until they felt like they were about to die.
Arynx picked up the hot dog with reverence, brought it to his mouth, and bit into it with fervor. The first thing he noticed was the crunch of the onions and jalapeno disks, followed by the snap of the sausage casing. Next came the eruption of hot cheese into his mouth. Normally he would have hated the gooeyness of the melted cheese, but it worked with the soft meat inside the sausage, and would soon be a welcome partner to the ten-alarm fire that started in his mouth. This may have been one of the spiciest foods he'd ever eaten. His face flushed and his eyes watered as he chewed. Moments later he swallowed, and looked at Chili, tears streaming down his face.
"H-holy shit," he croaked, "This is...I might write a song about this fucking thing."
With that, he polished off the rest of the dog in record time. When it was done, he patted his stomach and looked at the man behind the counter as if he were an old girlfriend - with a deep and abiding fondness, but a willingness to let him go.
"Where to next, man?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2016 20:37:59 GMT
Chili sat upon his stool feeling pretty proud of having impressed this lord of rock with his ordering skills and choice of deliciousness. Arynx seemed quite infatuated with said dog of meat but consumed it none the less. As the rocker stood Chili would too and he rested his hands on his hips and as contemplated where to go to next.
"Well, maybe we should go to the sandwich kiosk they have in the park, that's where I got my sandwich I was eating when we met." Chili's belly rumbled at the sheer thought of returning to that cateen of deliciousness. Grabbing at his stomach to quiet it as he let out a nervous chuckle. "Uh yeah, we should go there next. It's called The Stackhouse."
With that they were presumably off towards the park where these two first met. Chili considered that confrontation as they traveled between the busy crowds of Satan City. That ordeal had been quite ridiculous as both Jax Punchlust and Arynx got into a gloating match of epic proportions. It turned out to be too much stimuli for some, and others wished to make it into a physical confrontation. Luckily Chili and Defrosch, another new face he had met that day, had managed to calm the storm before the ship sank.
Really though Chili couldn't find anyone to blame for the situation. His eyes would look up at Arynx then as he continued to consider what had happened. In the Zoan's mind Arynx might not have handled the situation in the best way, but surely he had meant no harm just as Mr. Punchlust hadnt. It was simply a clashing of personalities.
A sagely solo nod might be noticed by Arynx as the red coated canine came to his conclusion. They would now find themselves staring down a hell of a line in front of the stackhouse, a three countered box like structure with a flat roof. The most noticeable feature would be the striped siding on the building in various colors from yellows to pinks to greens, and then the large stick that stuck out from the roof to one side and held a large fake olive. It resembled a giant sandwich.
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Post by Arynx on Apr 22, 2016 22:16:40 GMT
It was everything he could do not to clap his hands and hoot with excitement. He remembered that sandwich Chili had been eating when they'd first met, and it had looked divine. It was that very sandwich that had ultimately sparked this particular outing, as he'd never gotten a chance to actually hit up the Stackhouse and grab one for himself. That fucking sandwich had haunted his dreams.
"Yes, a thousand times yes."
When they arrived, Arynx couldn't hide his amusement with the design of the place. It looked like a bigass sandwich. Arynx knew this was a good idea as soon as he laid eyes on the place - a sandwich shop designed to look like a sandwich was as good a sign as an Arcosian Space Bratwurst kiosk shaped like a giant weiner. He rubbed his hands together unconsciously.
"I never did get around to apologizing for my conduct that day in the park. Punchlust got a little too under my skin, I'm ashamed to say. Still, I'm glad it got resolved without anyone getting hurt...physically."
He looked down at the little dog and smiled.
"So, what's good here? Gimme the rundown."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2016 18:26:19 GMT
A warm smile spread across Chili's muzzle as he saw the sheer glee from Arynx. It looked like his choice to visit the Stackhouse had been the perfect decision. Chili hopped into line and dragged Aynx in by his wrist, trying to start their que as soon as possible.
His eyes darted up to the tall Rockstar while he apologized for his previous behavior in this same back. Chili reacted by scratching the back of his head "That's okay, I can understand getting overwhelmed Mr. Arynx." The pup kept his smile as he spoke "We're only huma- Uh well I mean on earth we say we're only human... you get the idea" he let out a light chuckle as he hoped that wasn't confusing.
Chili looked up at the long line as it started to move some, their place in the conga of lunch continued to grow closer to the counter. He suddenly got posed another question, which made him puff out his chest as it was a Stackhouse novice question. "Well Mr. Arynx they have everything you could want on a sandwhich" he looked up at Arynx with a shitty grin and a side eye. "But the specialty here is the size" he nodded his head to confirm this "no matter how tall you want your sandwhich you can keep stacking on the selections."
He turned his head back up to the Rockstar again "You could make a sandwhich as tall as I am, you just have to make sure you can handle it." Once again their wait in line grew shorter as they neared the counter.
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Post by Arynx on May 1, 2016 3:25:55 GMT
Arynx's face scrunched up as Chili attempted to make him feel better about his behavior in the park. The little dog had attempted to excuse the behavior by equating it to the nature of being "human" - that is to say, a mortal, flawed being. Arynx didn't like the thought of being flawed OR mortal. Still, he wasn't offended by Chili's comfort. Instead, he just took is as a sign that he had much farther to go in his path towards enlightenment and ascension than he may have originally thought.
As the line progressed and Chili explained how ordering worked, Arynx felt his stomach begin to growl. He'd found that his hunger was more based on his frame of mind than any actual physical need to eat, so just the idea of a delectable sandwich set his mouth to watering. Before long, the two of them stood at the front counter for the Stackhouse, and a young man was asking for his order.
"Yes, hello," Arynx said, taking charge on this one, "Give me a sandwich as tall as my friend here." He pointed at Chili. "And make it with whatever combination of ingredients you've always wanted to use, but never been asked for."
He grinned at Chili with mischief in his heart. Without looking back at the sandwich maker, he spoke again.
"In fact, make that two. My friend is hungry as well."
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