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"Well my sister should be around here today..." his voice echoed quietly inside the tavern as he slowly entered through the doors of the new curry house, he never been here before nor he heard something about this place but in his map Rias was there. For a few hours now as well. "Ignoring my messages...this girl, what is she doing?" he moved one hand on his hip as the other reached behind his head and scratched the back of his neck while scanning around the room with his green eyes. So many different girls...hmm I bet they are all pretty cute as well. Vladimir always stays the same when females were in the field~ Indeed though it seemed pretty lively, so many costumers talking with each other making him wonder if all were actual players or NPC's.

Bow, arrows, hood, eating..."RIAaas!" his eyes stared intensively at his sister while approaching her table slowly but with a deadly smile making sure she knows what's coming. A beautiful lady stood near her table making Vladimir turn his attention to her. He forgot what he came here for when he looked at the female player (@Janet Reilly) however, he knew exactly what to do next. "Oh, Rias's friend? Nice to meet you, I am Vladimir. Her brother and apparently a fan of your appearance miss. You look fascinating~" a charming smile curved against his lips standing beside his sister while looking at the girl, he leaned with his hip against the table with arms crossed awaiting to see her reaction.

 

"A-ah, of course." Maeve grinned.

"Maybe a little distracted in a faraway land that's not even physically present.." She muttered dreadfully, a cold sweat forming.

"Ah, thank you, sir! You look nice as well.. from as much as I can see." Maeve noticed that @Iván Carl was standing there for a little. Her instincts kicked in, and she smiled briefly. As the woman before her hadn't responded, she glanced at her.

"I shall be back!" She then hurried, heading into the kitchen to whip up the ant juice, filling two small cups. She then exited the kitchen, bringing the two cups to @Corvella and @Rias.

"Here you go, ant juice." She smiled. Now she felt like there was more to do. Who knows?

 

Okay, the ant juice arrived. She wanted to lash out but the one delivered the order was @Maeve Lox, who doesn't deserve a scold because of her employer's weird shenanigans. Corvella just exhaled and smiled to the girl "Thank you." Still, what is this disgusting-looking liquid they call an ant juice though? Is it even a drink? The blonde pushed the stinking small cup of away and looked at @Grand Witch Majolica and @Janet Reilly "You guys familiar with this so-called 'ant juice'? Looks oddly disgusting to me, want to try a sip?"

Whether they decided to try the unknown drink or not, Corvella decided to call the owner @Iván Carl to the table just in case. "So, Ivy. What is exactly this ant juice thing? Its scent reminds me of a particular breed of ant..." She thought back to the reclamation "Found only back in the depths below Black Wolf Fortress. This drink wasn't the product of those, was it?" Corvella asked, highly suspicious that the drink is actually something from those ants.

A ringing tone rang inside her head, prompting her to open the palm menu immediately, followed by a sigh. The girl quickly changed her expression though "Hey, hey. Your mother paid for our lunch, right? I gotta go to fetch some repaired weapons." She asked Iván, before turning to those who still stayed on the table. "Well, this has been a very delightful lunch. I'm looking forward for the training camp and the beach vacation. Haven't been in any in real life, to be honest. I would have stayed longer unfortunately those weapons can't pick up themselves." She stood up, collecting her belonging in the table. "Oh, and @Rias. I can't wait to hang out with you and the rest of the Witch Ops! If you decided to join, of course." Corvella looked at Majolica before leaving the curry house. "Don't forget to contact me when we're going to have this Naryu canyon monster strategy meeting, okay?"


<EXIT DAY>

 

Since most of them were done dining, Janet was already planning her Yelp review.

4/5 Janet R. | ★★★★☆
Date, Timestamp

The food here is phenomenal, and I don’t just say that because I know the owner! Trust me, I’ve never even had curry in real life and I am positively assured this is high quality dining. For beverages, they serve and recommend a variety of wines and “ant juice” (??) I must say the atmosphere, however, is atrocious. The restaurant is in a medieval-style fantasy tavern and would benefit from some Chinese scrolls on the walls and paper fans to add some Eastern flavor to the décor. At the very least a Buddha soap dispenser in the restroom. I unfortunately had a negative experience with some food we did not order accidentally served to our table, which one of my lady friends had an adverse reaction to, but it’s a new business and I’m sure they’ll work out the kinks soon. Definitely give Iván’s Curry House (I don’t know who started calling it Stinky, even if that’s accurate) a stop next time you’re in Stokbon.

She realized after she’d drafted it out in her head that there were no computers here for her to Yelp on and was extremely disappointed. How was she supposed to let the world know her opinion on restaurants, bars, and businesses in Terrasphere? “Iván should get a guestbook to record customer feedback,” she said loudly, wondering if there was anyone in this game obsessive enough to carry around a giant bound tome of user reviews to report back to when trying out a new place. She highly doubted it. And that sounds exhausting. Oh well, I’ll just have to let people know if they ask. Not as many people asked her for her opinion as Janet personally thought should, unfortunately.

If she could review obnoxious patrons, however, Janet would do it in a heartbeat. Janet frowned in alarm at the young man who’d approached their table, drawing herself up to her full (seated?) height in her chair as if someone had strapped a backbrace on her at an early age. “Excuse me?” She glanced around to make sure @Vladimir Volk wasn’t talking to Corvella or Majolica instead. She had to struggle to move beyond what he’d thrown in at the end of his sentence. “Vladmir? @Rias , is this young man really your brother? You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t immediately assume family relation, we had an imposter in a little while ago.” That Chocolate girl who’d caused such a scene!

Janet’s lips thinned and her expression continued to darken, though she looked slightly puzzled as well (if that was possible. Darkened puzzlement. Broody confusion. Definitely possible, yes.) “I would hardly call us friends but we are acquainted, yes.” Holding someone’s hands while giving them the magical equivalent of a glass of milk wasn’t exactly the brunette’s definition of bonding, but she supposed she had a positive impression of the Witch Ops hopeful. The shot of ant juice pushed towards her was a welcome distraction from Vladmir. Janet leaned away from it, wrinkling her nose. “Ugh! It smells abhorrent.” Apparently so much that it had scared off @Corvella ! Bother. “Oh! Y-yes, it was nice to see you. We’ll catch up with you later, Corvella, stay safe.”

 

Iván came back out from the kitchen with a tray of tiny glasses with ant juice. Collectively, they smelled just as bad as the masked illusionist’s face, err, mask, though appearances, or in this case scents, can be deceiving.

The ant juice might smell terrible but it definitely tastes amazing, which coincidentally, Iván did not know when he chose to go with that loot from his first Aristocracy mission. He simply thought he could knock out people with it and, uhm, stuff. Thanks to his curiosity, however, he found the darn thing actually amazing. Just one sip and your mouth will explode…with fruity flavor. Yum! Oh, he’s also still using it to knock out people, by the way. It’s an Iván thing.

“Hello,” he deadpanned, failing to notice the stain of @Jasper ’s curry on his shirt. He made his way to every table and gave everyone a glass of ant juice. “Everyone gets an ant juice. It’s good for your taste buds.”

He gave @Rias a glass of ant juice, oblivious to how near-death she looked. He gave @Vladimir Volk a glass of ant juice, nodding at what he was seeing as a tree-person in his head. He gave @Janet Reilly a glass of ant juice, oblivious to how annoyed at him she seemed. He gave both @Maeve Lox and @Darko Ljubicic separate glasses of ant juice, even though they worked with him and weren’t customers. He gave @Eryl Justice a glass of ant juice, winking at her. He gave a wooden barrel a glass of ant juice, probably thinking it was the space goblin. He gave an angry and frustrated @Madison Freebird a glass of ant juice. And last but certainly not the least, he gave his Witch Ops Commander, the @Grand Witch Majolica , a glass of ant juice.

“Where’s that weird face-touching knight?” Iván narrowed his eyes from behind his mask, a little disappointed that @Corvella had left without saying goodbye to him, her glass of ant juice on one hand. A few seconds after and he simply shrugged before downing that same glass of ant juice. He let out a small squee of delight, savoring the fruity taste. “That hits the spot. Mm-hm.”

He then started dancing while scat singing, “Skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-de-day!”

Hidden: OOC Update

Stinky Iván's Curry House

We’re thinking of doing a post-WB update to the Curry House but only after everyone “exits” the thread, which was why Corvella left. There is no rush to this. You guys can stay however long you like, roleplay interactions and stuff, but once everyone leaves, the post-WB update will happen. It’s basically just going to be another day at the Curry House, but a day after the events of the WB, so peeps can continuity. If you’ve got concerns and stuff, feel free to send me a PM here or DM me on Discord.

 

"Hmm...yes he is my brother. Blood related! @Janet Reilly~" she answered with a nod giggling a little bit at her words seeing how she was affected by Chocolates previous scene and now made sure to get all the answers right of the bat. "Also don't worry, he is always flirty but he isn't a creep...just very...open?" even she wondered how she should explain his behavior in front of other at this point.

Having the ant juice handed to her she finally got something to drink! even though she got already saved~ Getting a whole mouthful of the liquid she drank as much as she could before putting it down on the table "Phee! That was a good one! Right...Vlad! We need to go or else we will be late for the party!" she said opening her eyes after looking at the time in the real world before opening her menu ready to press log out. "I will see you all again very very soon~" she smiled quickly leaning to give a quick kiss to @Janet Reilly cheek. " I own you~!"

EXIT THREAD WITH @Vladimir Volk

 

"Hehehehe, okay!"

A lot was going on, but Majolica realized she had a lot of work to do. It has been a very silly, though also fun and quite vexing, meal. But now, after meeting with the others and supporting Ivan's business prospects, she needed to go get some work done.

"I have work to do, so I'll be leaving now! Hehehe!"

Majolica turned to @Janet Reilly while scratching her hat as if thinking, her face then lit up.

"Hehehe, for the beach trip, it will be happening soon! Hehe, but first we're going to need more people! Everyone in Witch Ops is super awesome, cool, and strong! Hehehe, but we need more! So, before the beach there will be a new member recruitment! Hehehehehe! We'll have the recruitment and then they'll go through a trial just like everyone else did! If any of you wants to take part in it, hehehe, we can talk about it and work something out! Hehehe! The Battalion needs to grow larger if it's going to deal with all the world's enemies, and it wouldn't be smart to go on a training trip before we recruit new people! Hehehehe, but after that, then its' the beach!"

Majolica shouted out to Ivan.

"And we're going to be cooking so I'm going to want more Candy Curry! And other stuff too! Hehehehe, it's going to be a feast and we'll all be very hungry from training and playing so hard! Hehehehe!"

Majolica turned back to the rest of the members present.

"Hehehehe, so get ready! Soon you'll all have even more team mates to work with, learn from, and even teach new things to! Hehehehe! The Witch Ops Battalion is on it's way to becoming the most powerful group in all of the world!"

Arching backwards like an old man preparing to let out a loud chuck, Majolica began to laugh with a loud and puncuted "He. He. He!" After which she quickly picked up her things, waved bye, and left atop her broomstick.

Now to start making plans for recruitment and the next trial! Hehehehe!


EXIT THREAD

@Iván Carl @Janet Reilly @Corvella

 

A creep?! Janet was of the opinion that Iván should not tolerate creeps in his restaurant, but she supposed that kind of arbitrary prejudice was what got business owners shut down. “Well, I’m glad to hear that,” she settled cautiously, still suspicious of Vladmir but reluctantly willing to accept that he and Rias were related. Perhaps the boy could join the Witch Ops as well and then Janet could clear up any misunderstandings and impress some manners upon him!

Janet couldn’t help but make a face as @Rias quaffed the ant juice (please, please tell her that was just a distasteful nickname someone had come up with) and watched the girl for any signs of poisoning, hallucinations, etc. “How is it—” she started and then clamped her jaw shut as—unexpectedly—the archer leaned in to give her a parting kiss on the cheek. Color bloomed from where the girl’s lips met Janet’s skin and the naturamancer could feel herself blush. She frowned deeply and clapped both hands to her cheeks in dismay, willing the redness away fiercely. What’s gotten into me? Was it hot in here? She felt like she’d just taken a bite of Iván’s spiciest curry. She’s probably European. I hear French people do that. Well! Janet didn’t care for it at all. It was quite the invasion of personal space. Quite. Such an invasion. Did not like. At all.

She touched her cheek again.

“Goodness. Where’s that ant juice?” Janet said loudly to change the subject and finally took the flask from @Iván Carl , pinching her nose. It looked like everyone else was leaving as well, thank goodness. She was starting to get stiff sitting in here. “Of course! I look forward to meeting the new recruits and to our beach excursion,” Janet said to @Grand Witch Majolica , voice a little nasal from holding her breath so as not to smell the foul drink. “Oh, yes! Iván, please bring Brown Curry—Iván?” Why was he performing that nonsense jazz music?

The brunette’s eyes honed in on a very familiar stain on the stinky illusionist’s shirt and let out her breath, setting down her ant juice and drawing herself up with all the naturamancy and Mom Disappointment in her body.

“Not again!”

[ EXIT, CURING IVÁN ]​

 

Stinky Iván's Curry House

[ After the events of Titanius the Ancient Dissonance ]

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The past few days, weeks, months, years, who could tell, who cared to tell, had been quite hectic not only for the Curry House itself but also for its owner and proprietor, whatever that last word meant, Iván Carl, whose name was on the vandalized sign of one of Stokbon's favorite, according him, food places. From fighting against Titanius alongside others, and dying in the process, to helping his number one curry endorser's efforts to turn the nation of Astorea into a democracy, a republic of sorts, Iván had been very busy. The Curry House itself had helped in the efforts to care for the refugees in Vintergard, which, unfortunately, Iván couldn't even attend for long because of the whole Titanius thing. Nevertheless, with the help of his most loyal staff, and some NPCs he tricked into his service, the Curry House persevered and continued operation to this very day.

Why would a Player spend so much time in such an endeavor? Not even Stokbon's wisest minds could answer question, granted that some of them didn't even know what a Player was. They did consider him some sort of god, right? No, that kind of thing would be dumb. Maybe just some sort of special human being that always comes back despite his many, numerous, secret deaths.

How many people saw him die down in the Inverted Spire? Not a lot. His own party mates from that failed expedition didn't even really see him die with their own eyes, only seeing him go down that hole, later coming back to join some sort of wine party that two of them bailed out on. How many people saw him die in the Crystallized Zalra? Not a single one. That death was pretty much between him and those talking crystal wolves. Instant karma. How many people saw him die at the hands, tentacles, of Titanius the Ancient Dissonance? A few, maybe, most of which Players, but there would have been like a handful of NPCs, right? Does that really matter? Not at all.

Because no matter how many times Iván died, he would always come back, especially to this place, which he owned, which he pays for, with his own gold and stuff, all his earnings from this place pretty much going back to its upkeep. It was a terrible investment, to say the least, but it was most definitely something to keep him occupied, to keep his overthinking brain from exploding, while he wasn't off killing monsters, torturing bandits, dying for the nth time. Sometimes, you need someplace to call your own, to come back to, to anchor you. Most people call them homes but Iván has too much of that in the world. In this one, the Curry House had to do.

Reuniting with old friends and making new ones, unexpectedly, in the midst of that threat from the West, days before, days after, the Curry House found itself receiving a facelift. In more ways than one. Some of its staff have left, new ones replacing them, walls were redecorated, the second floor opened, the kitchen finally cleaned, and everything else finally smelled good, with an exception here and there. The Curry House was, more than ever, opened for business, anyone's business, and it was truly here to stay...until Iván runs out of money to sustain this useless investment.

But for now, its doors were open, the cute girls (and boys) working as servers were more than ready to take anyone's money welcome new and old faces, and the best curry in all of Stokbon, in all of Terrasphere even, was in this kitchen. Allez cuisine! Whatever that means.

Hidden: OOC Notes

Welcome to Stinky Iván's Curry House! This is an open mega-thread for anyone who's a part of the curry house staff and/or anyone who just wants to drop by and get some delicious curry while in Stokbon. What does an open mega-thread mean? It means that you can come and go as you please, though we suggest you tag those you want to reply to you for convenience's sake.

You may also choose to specify your location or not. The decision is yours. Simply use the following code at the top of your post:

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[loc=Location:]Kitchen / Dining Hall / Second Floor / Outside / etc[/loc]

The Kitchen of course is accessible only to staff.

Should you wish to join Stinky Iván's Curry House as a member of its illustrious staff, feel free to go here and express your interest. We're always looking for a helpful hand here and there. Have a great time!

 

Location: Outside

A Curry House, eh?

Cyriac looked up at the board with a smirk. Stokbon was a good enough stop, and in his hands he held a poster, a call to arms against some lord or somesuch - he needed to read it more clearly, but it was so dark outside. Besides, he needed some food anyways, even if his Satiety Meter was full. Food in the game was so strange...

Whoops. Breaking immersion. Begone, thought!

He folded the poster and slipped it away into his pocket, placing his kiseru between his lips once more as he strode into the place. He had all of five gold pieces, but he reckoned that it'd be enough to get some good curry.

 

Location: Dining Hall

A man stood in front of the door to Ivan's restaurant that Majolica had never seen before.

Hehe, why is he standing right in front of it without going in?

Walking around the man (@Cyriac Felix ) Majolica gave him a scowl.

"Stop standing in front of the place! Go in or out! Hehehe, you're in the way! It's hot and I want a drink dummy!"

Passing by, Majolica entered the restaurant.

"Hehehehe, I have returned! And I am hungry! Summer is so tiring and it's hot! Do you hear me Ivan! Hehehe, it's hot and I want my Candy Curry! Hehehehe, of course I'll pay though! Also sugar water! Extra sugar! Hehehehehe, and mushroom appetizer if you have that! Hehe, I've never actually looked over the menu, but I believe in your talents!"


~Earlier


Summer had set had begun in earnest and needless to say, it was hot. Majolica had been running errands when the heat had begun to get to her.

"Hehe, I need somewhere to sit with a nice cool drink and a sugary meal so I can replenish my energy! Hehehe, sugar helps the brain too! I've got a lot of plans to make so having a lot of sugar would be perfect for me right now! Hehehehe!"

It was then that Majolica remembered that she was near Ivan's curry house. She had been there once before and it had been quite a lively place. Deciding that it was probably the best option, the Grand Witch decided to stop by.

Hehehe, and if there are any more of those dirty little baby goblin's stinking up Ivan's place, hehehe, I'll just have to deal with them! After a cold drink and a meal... hehehehe. Wowza, so hot out today!


~Present

After entering and calling out to Ivan, Majolica found a nice seat and made herself at home. It was nice and cool in the curry house, or at least cooler than it was outside. Looking around at the restaurant's current clientèle, Majolica waited to be waited on.

 

Location: Dining Hall

It was the smell that drew him to the restaurant. Even without the enhanced senses, there was no ignoring the distinctive scent of cumin. And so Ash stood in front of Stinky Ivan's, the sort of name he'd associate with a dive rather than a... curry restaurant? That was... odd. Curry didn't really fit the medieval-fantasy aesthetic that Terrasphere had going, did it? It was more of a thick bread and suspicious stew setting.

But it smelled enough like curry, and there seemed to be people going in. Ash hadn't eaten much today, in or out of game. Might as well try something new.

In he went, in time to hear some witchy-looking girl talk about... candy curry? Was that a thing? With a frown he looked around the dining hall for... well, any indicator of what to do next. At least one person had seated themselves, but there was no useful sign or anything saying otherwise.

"Um..."

 

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DIGNITY: 100/100 | PRIDE: 100/100 | CUTENESS: 100/100​

Location: Dining Hall

"Never bet with the devil."

Hanno said with a flat voice while staring blankly at the mirror- His face was serious. Not too long ago, he made a bet with @Libitina Cerin... Something that just looked like a small joke for shit and giggles. But little the Faerin knew that he would have his dignity being hostage of such dire bet.

The Faerin could run? Yes, he could. Would that save him from such shame? Yes, that would. But he doing that would mean breaking his word.

"Okay. Let's do it." Hanno said to himself as he slowly wore a very dark brown dress. After wearing it, he closed it's buttons to make sure it would fit properly... After that, he would wear a pair of stockings that reached up to half of his thigh.

A sigh escaped from his lips as he finished his outfit wearing an apron... The Faerin untied his pony tail, and switched his hairstyle to twin tails. After that he widened his eyes veeeery open, opposed to his usual barely-opened eyes expression. And to give a final touch, he slapped his cheeks together, making it look like he had some sort of natural blushing on his cheeks.

He was ready.

Without looking back, Hanno stepped out of the locker room and walked straight through the kitchen, reaching to the door that would lead him to the Dining Hall.

He took a deep and long breath, and opened the door.

Hidden: Hanno dressed up

"Weeeelcome everyone~!" He... She? Welcomed cheerfully the closeby customers with a very high-pitched and cute voice- Typical of moe anime girls. With a wide smile, the Faerin girl (?) walked happily through the Dining Hall, trying to not pay attention at anyone while reaching to what apparently was the lastest customer to get in the Curry's House.

Getting close to the table, his happy face almost contorted to a very shocked expression- It was @Grand Witch Majolica.

'WHY SOMEONE THAT KNOWS ME OF ALL PEOPLE?!' The Faerin was dying inside. But outside, the happy and cheerful Hanna-chan was gladly greeting the 'completely stranger' customer!

"Welcome to Ivan's Curry House, Onee-chan~! May I take your order~?" '-AND GET OUT OF HERE TO HIDE IN THE KITCHEN?!'

 

Location: Dining Hall

He blinked and was startled back to the present by a very snide voice telling him he was a dummy. Now usually he'd have taken offense to that until he looked at the sky to realize that the sun had moved a good fifteen degrees along it.

He was simply staring at the doorway for an hour?!

Talk about scatterbrained. But he was also a bit miffed that he got called a dummy by a total stranger. He quickly entered the Curry House perhaps right after a Caenis before him.

"Hey!"

He walked right over to the strange witchy witch person with a pointed expression. "I'll have you know that even if I may be a dummy, you can't call me a dummy, you know? Ha, you're a dummy instead!" If he was feeling a bit more childish he'd have blown a raspberry at her, but he didn't fall that far, at least.

He would have gone on with his completely pointless and totally-his-fault tirade had it not been the appearance of a pretty cute girl, but his Incognito senses were tingling.

"O-oh. Um."

And with that, he stepped back so that the grand-looking witchy person could give her order or something.

'Maybe some curry udon?', he mused quietly. Maybe he should first get a gist of what the others are ordering and just follow behind with that.

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@Grand Witch Majolica @Hanno Futaba

 

"Muhhhh..."

Manya clutched his stomach as he walked through the streets of Stokbon. He had slowly traveled from Brisshal till he arrived here, but this time around, he found himself dreadfully hungry right after logging in.

'I should not have refused that stroganoff...', he thought sadly. Oh well, maybe after a bit he can log off and go grab a bite. But for now, the game! Besides, he didn't like diving in and out too much. So he dragged his feet along before his eyes lit up.

A Curry House!

It was so strange yet also interesting. The aesthetics looked so much like your standard High Fantasy Generic Europe, that the curry house seemed to stand out from the rest. He looked around, however, and noticed that his surprise was not shared by others on the street. Perhaps they're used to it, or perhaps they don't notice a difference? Ah well, a moot point of discussion.

He quickly marched on, walking into the shop with a wide grin. "Hello, hello, hello!", he said cheerfully as he walked past a Caenis man and sat at a table, grinning. He saw that the waitress was preoccupied at another table, where there seems to be a very minor altercation. Along with that, the Caenis he had seen was also there, although he looked lost and clueless.

"Um...how do I place my or-der?", he asked in a cheery sing-song, looking about if anyone might help him with that doubt.