"You see Star," Rascal said, placing a paw on her shoulder, "It's not just a contest now, its a matter of honor. To know who is the best, even at the risk of ending up as fox stew, I, Rascal, shall head the call of bravery and-"
And then the GM confronted Vrasku.
"Oh thank all that is holy! Finally, someone to bring us to our senses!" The tubby fox laughed, turning to his fellow vulpine glutton. "Still doesnt mean I wont womp your tail into next week…" He said, finally grabbing a plate and shoveling slices of cake onto it.
The lizard yelped, shielding himself with his paws, "Easy, goven'ar! I wasn't going to actually eat one of them. Just thought I might have a spot of fun with them, that's all!" He chuckled darkly, like someone vaught with their pae in the cookie jar. "It's not my fault I'm the bad guy, you can blame my writer for that, if he had the guts to show up himself..." The lizard said bitterly, shrinking in his seat.
Katsuke was completely oblivious to the massive argument going on around him. He had his head buried in a large tart, up to his large ears. Finally, when Rascal also started to eat, he looked up. “Did I miss something?” he asked his fellow glutton. “No matter. Onward, worthy opponent!” Back to the tart.
Sighing in relief, Hinata took her paw off of the kunai at her side.
Jurou spoke. “I have an odd feeling,” he muttered, “That Katsuke would have completely ignored the threat of becoming a dinner for somebeast until he’d had his fill.”
Hinata nodded in agreement. That’s probably true, she signed. She paused. I need to go be ready to give Katsuke the money for if he loses.
“Fine . . . but be quick about it. And quiet.” Jurou made his way to a seat near enough to the competition to watch, but far away enough to not be noticed. Even so, creatures shuffled away from him as he sat down.
Hinata slipped through the crowd, noiselessly making her way towards Katsuke. She pawed at the money purse attached to her belt. “He’d better win,” she whispered to herself. “I’m not particularly in the mood to pay anybeast anything for his stupidity.”
Katsuke, meanwhile, was stacking his second plate, going at an absurd pace whilst shoveling food into his mouth. He reached across the table for a stray salad. “Very good, this spread,” he said, though with his full mouth, it sounded more like, “Vewey gud, fish shpred.”
Swallowing his food, he asked of Rascal, “So, art thou a traveller like myself?”
Star shook from laughter, "This is crazy! And entertaining. Never have I ever seen anything like this! And I'm friends with very interesting characters." She told T.J. At that moment, she noticed 2 beasts headed towards the commotion.
"Speak of the devil!" Star grinned and stood up to greet them. "Arries! Starlight! So good to see familar faces!" Them afore mentioned wildcat and fox. "You came just in time!"
Arries the wildcat lifted her eyebrows, "Just in time for what?" She asked.
"A eating contest?" Starlight questioned. Star just noded, and ushered them to the front row seats.
TJ sheathed her sword, "You make a fair point." And then gave a bright grin, ears pricked forward in excitement. "Alright! Is everyone who wants to participate in the eating contest here? So far I have to say Rascal is in the lead but we have a close second contender catching up quick, a the new comer, Vrasku, who just started. This will be a marvelous event! So come one and come all!"
Dominique chimed in and amazing a bottle of rum appeared in her hand, "It's an event you don't wanna miss! Let's cheer on the champions!!" Before taking a huge drink and. Giving a cheer before jumping down from the table. This was a marvelous night indeed. She sauntered over to TJ, "Thanks mate." She said giving a cheery wink. Watching the three beats eating, "Also congrats on being Abbey Champion! Def cause for celebration tonight." TJ grinned before calling out! "Come Guys! A huge prize awaits!! Eat up."
TJ smiled again at Star, "Things are never boring with TJ and crew. Who are your friends?"
Rascal was, indeed, winning… If only for the moment.
Despite being a rather plump creature, the fox still had a normal fox sized stomach under his abnormally large belly, and it was getting full.
He managed to make it to plate four, where he hesitated, looking at one last cookie on his plate. He turned to the muscular fox at his side and whimpered.
"What if I eat one of the contestents? That counts as eating as much as they did, right?" Vrasku laughs on the other side of Rascal. "Kidding. Im just kidding." He says before anyone can chastise him for it.
Rascal cant help but notice, Vrasku's plate is full of only meat.
"You know..." Rascal said between labored breaths, "Just adding 'kidding,' to everything you say doesnt make it more believable."
Vrasku leaned closer and grinned, showing off his teeth. "Oh, but I was joking about eating the loser..." He whispered, smiling only growing, "I was planning on eating BOTH contestents."
The fox gulped. Deciding the lizard was just trying to scare him he left the crazy reptile to his own devices. He chose to focus on his opponant instead.
Rascal looked the muscular fox up and down, then looked at his own decidedly less musvular self, scowling, "Remind me again, how we could possibly have the same appitite..."
Katsuke looked up from his plate, and for the sake of the conversation, slowed his pace to only a few bites of food every second. “Attempting to eat either one or both of us would, I assume, be against the rules, good sir,” he stated, and proceeded to ignore the reptile for the rest of the competition – although he did reach back with one paw to place one of his kamas in his lap.
Then, he turned to Rascal, while shoving a rather large helping of pie onto his plate. “Fellow glutton, if you look closely, we happen to be of about the same size,” he commented, stuffing his face as he did so yet by some feat of astounding mouth-agility, managing to speak clearly as he did so. “I am clearly as tall as thou art wide.”
Hinata, standing off to the side and watching the competition, almost slapped her forehead. Katsuke had absolutely zero tact, and antagonizing his opponent -- no matter how unwittingly -- was the equivalent of egging them on. He might as well be throwing her money into a river. She sighed and moved quietly closer to the tables.
When she reached Katsuke, she bent down and whispered, “I’m positive that you’re flat broke. Here.” She slipped a small package of coins into his sash. “Don’t you dare lose.” With that, she spun around to walk back to where Jurou waited -- hopefully -- for her return.
She wasn’t exactly paying careful attention -- she was too annoyed at Bakuchiku – and as she turned, she bumped head-on into the ottermaid who was overseeing the party. Hinata stumbled back, almost tripping over her cloak but turning it into a backflip at the last second. She landed, somewhat stunned, and looked up at her host sheepishly.
Sorry, she signed, then realized that the otter wouldn’t understand Senshachaa sign, unless she was an enormously vast-travelling wanderer.
Star laughed, "Oh! This is Arries the squirrel, and Starlight the fox! They-" she was cut off by Rascal starting the fourth plate, which was accompanied by cheering. Arries joined in, though she barely knew what had happened. Starlight just scooted closer to Arries, as if the squirrel could protect her from the noise, her night sky eyes scanning the room.
"Go Rascal! You can beat them! Don't let Vrasku scare you!" Star yelled. She forgot about the conversation with T.J., totally engrossed with the intense glutton match. Starlight suddenly got up, and went to the other side of the room. She grabbed a few snacks off a table, and returned. Then both her and Arries ate them. Arries completely lost to the interest of the contest, and Starlight looking around the room.
Rascal snorted, "Just you wait. It will come back on you eventually." If the universe were fair, thought the fox.
The contest continued, Rascal struggling to keep food on his plate. Vrasku at least was looking just as sick as the fox was. The lizard apparently didnt share the vulpines zeel for food.
Rascal finished off his fith plate, all that was left was but a single tart. He leaned forward, but his swollen midriff prevented him from reaching the tart no matter how hard he tried.
Finally, he fell to whining, staring at his fellow fox. If he ate but a bite more, his fellow fox would win!
TJ looked at the contestants, "Looks like it's Rasacl first followed by Vrasku, and then Katsuke. But it's close!" She then added, "If you are done, please raise your hand, and that tells me that your done!"
Dominique gave a look of surprise at who bumped in to her and recovered nicely. She saw Hinata signal 'Sorry.' Or she thought it was sorry, Dominique was a super rusty on Senshschachaa, but singled back 'Accepted' (hopefully it was the right motions) Dominique though and then grinned, "Dominique Perrie, welcome to the party." She held out her hand in greeting, "My senshschachaa is very rusty and I hope I didn't offend you."
Hinata gave a quiet smile. It was a bit rusty, but the otter’s Senshachaa was definitely the real thing. No, it’s all right, she signed. She stood up and dusted herself off, then accepted the proffered paw and shook it. Thank you. It’s a wonderfully organized gathering.
Realizing that her hood had fallen down, she pulled it back up to cover her eyes and hair. They tended to draw attention, and she preferred to stay unnoticed in social settings. Unlike Katsuke. She smirked.
Bringing her attention back to her host, she said, You speak sign. Where are you from?
Meanwhile, Katsuke was furiously shoving food into his mouth, despite the fact that he knew he’d throw up by the end of the contest if he kept up like this. Fourth plate. Fifth. Now he was on his sixth, and he wasn’t feeling too well. He glanced over at Vrasku’s plate. They were close, if he’d kept count right. But . . . he was feeling awful now. Evidently, so were his opponents. He groaned.
He really wanted that knife.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jurou. The small ferret looked as bored as hell. “I’ll bet he leaves in the next two –” he started to mutter to himself, but looked back and saw that Jurou was gone. “Never mind.”
Jurou was tired of being stared at, so he walked around the edge of the party and towards the large house to find something to capture his interest. “Hm . . . wealthy otter,” he murmured, as he entered by a side door.