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Eat Out - Tierge's Resturant

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

A Resturant ment for building deeper bonds with your comrades. It is an immacualte resturant that serves everything from Blue Turltle Soup all the way to regular Halibut. You can bring your enemies here for death, or bring your significant other, for deepening bonds.

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Setting

A Very elegant looking restaurant that has every intention of going for a futuristic fusion style of food, that encompasses all form of culinary goodness from eccentric styles flavors. This restaurant is vast in size, most don't have a clue as to how big it is. A good thing about the restaurant is that the manner in which the entirety of the restaurant is set up, is 200 hundred feet in the sky, using complex magics to suspend it in the air, all whist appearing to have the views of the street in which you can find the entrance.

Speaking of entrances, there are many. All over the city, some tucked away in alleys, some on the street, some looking like regular doors in other galaxies, planets, or towns outside our own. They are all connected using magic that is layered with runes and unique original and ancient spells. The fun part about this is the fact that anyone can get tot he Patio Entrance. Which is where you end up when enter any door. You get waited by one of the many waiters or waitress, and they all have accompany you to your seat. If you wish to take a table in advance, you can order it ahead. If you wish for catering, that is a future feature, but can be arranged even now as one is willing to pay a premium for the special service.

By no means is this an affordable place to eat. Only those who are willing to exchange a service or business deal can afford to not pay the exuberant prices of this fancy establishment that has the highest of high quality materials, ingredients, and even air for you to breathe. All forms of currency are accepted, and the most common form is gold coins or gold.

Many more rooms of this half acre large establishment are to open up upon completion of magical fortifications. Every staff member is heavily adept at magic in the healing arts, fortification art, combat arts, and covert arts. Each one has an IQ of 150 or higher, and they each do their jobs extremely well, whilst keeping the peace, and making sure no assassination happen here. Of course, there is the issue of people still trying, if the staff can't handle it, we have specials on standby and the lookout at all time, who intervene and inform the owner, whom is a very old mage, about the problems. There is said to be over 300 hundred staff members to care for the very large establishment, but no one really knows, for sometimes the security grid camera, and papers of official lettering lie. Tierge likes important things like that hidden much more than normal people would.

However, if you wish to see the owner Tierge to talk about how to lower your prices, gain access to special deals, or have collateral deals, and the like set up. You need talk to Zii, one the head Supervisors and former apprentice to Tierge, or find him roaming about the restaurant or the city.

More details about the restreaurant, the extra rooms, the collateral for payment outside of gold or all the other currencies accepted, and the pictures of the establishment are coming soon.
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Eat Out - Tierge's Resturant

A Resturant ment for building deeper bonds with your comrades. It is an immacualte resturant that serves everything from Blue Turltle Soup all the way to regular Halibut. You can bring your enemies here for death, or bring your significant other, for deepening bonds.

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Eat Out - Tierge's Resturant is a part of Wing City Plaza.

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Al [39] He's pretty much the epitome of True Neutral (of the lazy bum variety). More info will be in his character sheet.
Makthus [39] "Okay, Im not pretty, I give you that, but I got plenty of much prettier things in my pockets"
Hayden F Walker [23] ''Blindness is not a reason to take it easy on me.''
Nerio [22] A Ragatran mage, one of the new age of casters!
Aria Azgoroth [20] "Is it hot in here or is it just me? Oh, its me....sorry about the fire."
Huey Aboen [20] Born from the union of Seraph and mortal woman, Huey is what is commonly referred to as a Nephilim.
Sky Evans [19] ...
Bing Bong [16] @_@ Woah Craziness! @_@
Ava Riss [10] The sin of greed. Oddly pleasant person, for a demon.

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Character Portrait: Larcìergé Dì Grün Character Portrait: Yu Yan
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A gentle smile greeted Larciegre as his and his waiters approached with her drink. The waiters behind him seemed to also have food with them, which made her ponder.

"I didn't ask for something to eat yet...anticipatingmy tastes perhaps? she thought to herself before speaking to the man who approached.

" I always wondered how could Eat Out cater to their patrons so hastily. So even the Kitchen staff are magicians? There are those who would argue that magic can affect the taste of food. Like how one can tell if a plant was grown in a field or a hydroponic garden.".

She looked at the glass chalice brought to her. It was beautiful. Far too unique for it to be something they had in large quantities or rather she had never seen amother patron drink out one such thing. The little Dragon wrapping around it with a fruit in its mouth seemed real as well. As for the liquid inside...she would preserve judgement for when she tasted it.

"Tell me, sir. What do you know of the Sleeping Dragon, Zhuge Liang? I would assume you must know something profound to conjure all this at the mere mentioning of his nickname." She asked, allowing him to place the drink at her table.

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Character Portrait: Mada 'Alexis' Mykrul Character Portrait: Larcìergé Dì Grün Character Portrait: Yu Yan
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Life for Alexis was a stream of long silences between bursts of endless noise. Her world writ as a single moment as her body followed a line thrown across reality to a destination then lit into motion. The Almanac was what she read in that in-between. Though this silence was broken at the end with an explosion of endless dry chatter pelting the back of her mind. Sometimes it was an obstacle she hadn't planned for like on the way back from the outskirts of wing city after repeatedly hitting tumbleweeds. The conversations among servitors among citizens having conversations made it hard sometimes to remember to avoid landing headfirst.

Now that she'd gotten back into wing city it was hard to pick out one thing to pay attention to. Idly picking out burred seeds from her clothing and brushing off the dust from her hair. Though she'd gotten better at sorting through new happenings around the city and doing other things at the same time. Everything was different all the time here besides the people scheming about something everywhere. A constant undercurrent boiling anger into her thoughts or the faint glyph phasing into language surrounding her from somewhere else in her attention. Other times the Almanac leaked from lies she saw in advertisements on the walls as a faint outpour of paragraphs and translucent visuals.

If she sat still and focused she could listen to the other people heard by servitors that she otherwise couldn't quite pick out. A closing of her red eyes while on a bench in wing city and the world both gained and lost immensity. Amid the relative quiet of her closed eyes conversations near servitors went on undiminished by distance. Near to every table and looking with her mind's eye as memories of incongruent images and text servitors observed pours past. There were always many sobbing stories from the wing city hospital to read but she wanted something cheerful to try and sell to the humans. Some whisper that marked her place among the endless noise. Others passing complaints about ashen or the TNG's failing health. Something for later. Then a conversation among two bosses about some soiree at a new restaurant. New? No, new to them maybe in a recommendation from one to another. Too something? The servitor had passed that source by.

Alexis opened all eyes to the world again as the red eyes squinted at the flood of information. A deep breath reached down to pick up a book in her mind that was not in her life. Though she seemed to others to read and flip through an absent libram while wincing in emotion at some visualized screaming someone she had to push away. It took some time to sift through the almanac to find out which servitor heard what she'd found. A careful examination of potentials surrounding the memory of those voices she heard within the almanac. Climbing between the web of knowledge that tethered itself to branches in her brain.

Though she couldn't use a computer to look through the city for news articles and reviews. Alexis burnt out electronics rapidly and had to find the written word. Critics tended to yell loudly and that's how she found a snippet of an article from some lady. Idle watching between frozen moment between trash cans around newsstands for an hour until finding magazines. A quiet look over someone's shoulder to read a cell phone as they browsed a site. The trips along a single predetermined tether of reality left little but bootprints but left no sound.

The high ranking humankind talked differently than the everyday drone she heard and that sort of information stood out. Though to her several weeks of searching as she walks on thin strands of the basal layer. Alexis bounced from spot to spot across the city over the day searching for the magazine it came from. Though the well-to-do seemed a common thread with the ones looking at that particular blog. Alexis had been picked up and thrown out several times and couldn't well take someone on the basal layer with her. Nearly broke her nose on a forcefield she'd not realized was there trying to follow a thread past it. Instead, she remembered Bristol and that did seem about his sort of company. A turn and a consideration of her path to get there cast a thread to bristol's office. In the middle of dropping his coffee by the time she exits the thread. Bristol seemed a little put-off but answered her questions all the same. Contacts! Alexis would have to get more of those. He knew what she was talking about.

After peppering him with questions for an hour cast a thread in small shards on the way there. Though she had to make a small stop to Sybil's Lamentation Forge. Unfamiliar with either locale the last thing she wanted to do is hit a curb while on the way there then fling herself off a ledge. Just because motes in her body healed her quickly that didn't make a broken leg any less inconvenient. Under market took a bit and Sybil had to guide her there but it was a good stop to make. Everything for the Mada is made by forge master Sybil.

One really couldn't buy anything without credits so Alexis pretty much had to start with Sybil if she wanted something. Even clothes which were nearly worn through after a decade of wear, relative to Alexis's last real week at least, so at least Bristol gave her something new to wear. Other Mada didn't seem to care about joining human society but Sybil had an awareness of it. Probably more as her awareness of big daddy Emperor but that nearly got her hit with a hammer. Alexis didn't give Sybil time for percussive objections before picking up one of the smaller cognizance vaults in her forge and leaving with it. As she left the basal thread having absconded giggles in midair. Hurled forward feet over heels after tripping over a rat outside her labyrinth managed to skid hips first a bit. Then stood up to rub her sore bottom and brush off the dust.

She could hear Sybil from the walls commenting acridly, "It's a good thing you landed on your well-padded end and not your thick skull. Don't break that."

A throng of short stitches later footprints traced into existence from the labyrinth to the door of the restaurant. A small cylinder in her pale hands. They were flexible on payment. What she'd heard said they used some sort of magic cook? Alexis' eyes cooled from electric blue to their normal red as she looked about. The tattoo of her Falx writ in raised black bumps shone by the coat sleeves settling down. The new coat was clean, a nice fur and suede, her pants a robust leather but well assembled. Bristol had style at least though she wasn't sure where he got the women's clothes. Maybe more the rich swarthy boy met more ladies than she knew! Though her thoughts were scattered looking over the interior. All the things she could write an actual missive that humans could read! They one she'd read the reviews of sounded picky. The servitors were so... regular in their construction. This place had style and even artwork. A lot like the Imperial buildings but a little less violent.

"I oughta charge the thing," Said the thin Mada distractedly as she turned the vents of the small grey cylinder of cognizance vault within her hands.

Focused on charging the vault angular mica patterns layered inside served as anchor points as threads pour inside to stitch together. Entirely unaware of a doorman she may have flashed in front of at the front door. Expecting a foyer she'd stopped in the middle of the entrance. The black vault wrapped around her torso humms as the empty vessel fills with a weightless fluid. Amassed raw magical energy climbs in between a growing tangle of potentials anchored to its walls. Stable enough Sybyl said it more resembled a synthetic ley node. Seconds later she figured a mage should recognize what it was for. It held a pretty good quantity though she felt it was like trying to breathe for someone else. The warmth from her body and personal vault poured inside. A faint distortion around her pale hands and arms they vibrated the small vault in place. Her vest replacing the warmth that the small vest removed from her.

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Character Portrait: Sky Evans Character Portrait: Makthus Character Portrait: Nerio Character Portrait: Al Character Portrait: Ava Riss Character Portrait: Hayden F Walker Character Portrait: Mada 'Alexis' Mykrul Character Portrait: Huey Aboen Character Portrait: Bing Bong Character Portrait: Aria Azgoroth Character Portrait: Lionel the Gnome Character Portrait: Larcìergé Dì Grün Character Portrait: Yu Yan Character Portrait: Beatrice Leazule
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Larc strode/floated to the other side of the table and took a seat in a practiced smooth motion. He pulled the seat out and the seat would magically pull back in, perfectly catching him in just the right position. His Staff of Ygg would float over to his right side, changing colors once more to a brighter beige cinderwood color. Clearly intrigued, it would would look as if it was swinging in a small motion from side to side. Larc would look steal a glance at his Staff of Ygg before shifting his gaze back to his guest.

"Hello my esteemed guest - Miss Yan. I can only guess the reason you have been coming here is because you can afford to enjoy our food daily! I would be honored, only except my staff members informed me that they have not managed to satisfy your palate. Disappointing to say the least. I take great bride in my abilities." Larc would began. His waiters would have flanked the table by now, two on each side. One of them would have placed the dragon styled chalice on the table already. The liquid inside would be red, with a layer of froth at the top that would appear to be sprinkled with flecks of gold, upon closer inspection however, one would notice that the entire top level of froth was actually shifting with swirls of lively gold. Like a golden snake in the liquor.

"I decided that I would see for myself all the things I need to know. The truth of my esteemed customers continued presence and request for a Di Grun, the capabilities of judgment towards my food, and whether I need to shut down my services for an intervention. I will not tolerate poor service." He finished. It would be clear through the extremely toothy smile and the measured tone that his expression showed his exact feelings of amusement and pride. A scary expression it would be too. Di Grun's were all born with a mask of darkness over there faces, the only thing visible would be yellow orbs for eyes and sharp pointed teeth that would show when smiling. Through magic, they morphed their fangs to look like normal teeth, but there was one in the family did who not mask his. Larcierge Di Grun was unfiltered among his family and kin.

The little dragon on the chalice, as if on cue, would slither further atop the chalice and aim its snout to the sky. It would blow a 3 foot flame upwards. The flame would be green in color, giving off a very infectiously calming and overwhelmingly invigorating area of effect, instead of the heat of normal. It would surprise everyone, including the waiters.

Larcierge would smile even wider however.

The fruit in its mouth would shine and even brighter green, sparkling and glowing, before being dropped in the drink by the little dragon. To which the dragon would maneuver back down towards the bottom of the chalice. It would inhale once more, then breath a gentle chilling breath of blue mist to cool the bottom of the chalice, keeping the optimum temperature where its supposed to be.

"Before I answer any questions about the famous legendary Sleeping Dragon of Ancient China, nor inquiries of intent/desires any further, please...let us have you drink. I shall indulge with you out of respect. As one should." Tierge said, and one of the waiters will place a chalice made of beautiful black obsidian. It would also look like glass, similar to the one Yu Yan would have. The same waiter will pour a brown liquid that one could assume was a small batch special. Larc would move when Miss Yan moved to sip.

Of course, he and all the staff noticed the man appearing through doors suddenly, but the table had his full attention. Someone would greet the customer withing seconds.

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Character Portrait: Sky Evans Character Portrait: Makthus Character Portrait: Nerio Character Portrait: Al Character Portrait: Ava Riss Character Portrait: Hayden F Walker Character Portrait: Mada 'Alexis' Mykrul Character Portrait: Huey Aboen Character Portrait: Bing Bong Character Portrait: Aria Azgoroth Character Portrait: Lionel the Gnome Character Portrait: Larcìergé Dì Grün Character Portrait: Yu Yan Character Portrait: Staff of Eat Out Restaurant Character Portrait: Beatrice Leazule
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An impeccable dressed staff woman appear next to Alexis, greeting her with a big smile.

"Hello ma'am, how may I seat you today? We have a couple of seats in the common area, we have two in the VIP section and one private room viewing of Kitchen 2 available. The private room comes with a surcharge. But there will be a dedicated team making your food, and you get an exclusive menu of the original dishes curated by the Chef of the Week."