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victory_road2021-02-11 05:18 pm
paladinlost) wrote in victory_road2021-02-11 05:18 pm
132nd moon [video]
[A box of very strong black tea, two large porcelain cups, a bag of coffee grounds and a fancy coffee machine are set on a counter, some distance away. Looks like the Bisharp and the shiny Pangoro that have taken over the Lunar Gym's kitchen have plans for the evening. As gently as possible when one has pointy metal hands, the Bisharp pokes the box and bag in turn, then nods. Satisfied by his choices, the Pangoro turns towards the nearby fridge, opens the door...
...and takes out three whole cans of PokéMonster energy drink, dumping them all in the coffee machine's water reservoir.
At the same, the Bisharp carefully picks two tea bags from the box and sets them in place, before sitting down to wait. And wait. And wait, until the coffee maker finally stops. The resulting dubious liquid is promptly poured into both cups. Somewhere offscreen, someone chokes.
But our intrepid duo is not done! After all, what else is necessary for a good tea? Honey, of course! And milk! And... chocolate sauce... Salsa...? Wait, is that rice vinegar? Orange juice?? Are they even old enough to drink that red wine?
It's only when the Bisharp takes out a bottle of salad dressing and starts squeezing a generous dose in each cup that Cecil finally comments the scene, his voice both awed and horrified:]
Should... Should I stop them, or let nature run its course?
...and takes out three whole cans of PokéMonster energy drink, dumping them all in the coffee machine's water reservoir.
At the same, the Bisharp carefully picks two tea bags from the box and sets them in place, before sitting down to wait. And wait. And wait, until the coffee maker finally stops. The resulting dubious liquid is promptly poured into both cups. Somewhere offscreen, someone chokes.
But our intrepid duo is not done! After all, what else is necessary for a good tea? Honey, of course! And milk! And... chocolate sauce... Salsa...? Wait, is that rice vinegar? Orange juice?? Are they even old enough to drink that red wine?
It's only when the Bisharp takes out a bottle of salad dressing and starts squeezing a generous dose in each cup that Cecil finally comments the scene, his voice both awed and horrified:]
Should... Should I stop them, or let nature run its course?
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[A combat-only rivalry would be a step up, as far as he's concerned.]
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[He's known such people. He knows what that means, to a limited degree.]
A shame. Cooking rivalries are tastier, and are less likely to end in death besides.
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[Now that he thinks about it, it does somewhat make sense.]
Allowing yourself to become drunk when you wish, yet returning to sobriety at will when needed would certainly interest many people.
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[So, yes.]
Some warriors would suppress their ability for drinking contests.
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All warriors have the same basic... modifications. The contest in question involves suppressing that ability and seeing who lasts longer with the alcohol affecting them fully. It's not a game that would be played with humans even if they did care to interact with us. Most don't.
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[If one limited to a select few people.]
Still, I'm surprised the humans of your world would not be interested in watching a drinking contest, even if they cannot safely participate.
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We are made from discarded human girls and the remains of monsters that hunt humans. If a warrior's monstrous side wins out, she will in turn become a predator of humans, one that is vastly stronger than they are, and probably very hungry besides. Most warriors choose to die before that can happen, if they can.
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