Frog Legs? Eww [Open]

It was a small scale restuarant only known by the most underground chavs in the streets of Paris. Tourist loved France simply because they believed it was a country of love, but Jesteria was there on business. If you call business, boredom, and laying low just for abit. Sitting at a table, wearing a fake monocle, the Clown Queen of Chaos held a menu on her hand. Opposite from her, sitting at the same table, would be little Miss Merry Andrews, copying her older double. A "waiter" which was really a man wearing clown make up, wearing an apron, came to the side of the table. As things became more clear in the room, it'd be apparent to see the staffs was all tied up, and lined against the walls with tapestry covering their mouths. Her several goons had taken their spots as the chefs and staff of the place, simply because she was hungry. Tapping the menu at the table, the woman dressed like a clown, would look towards her server. "Yes, hello Jenkins!" -that wasn't his name- "I'd like to try this dish called "Frog Legs" please." The goon cupped the back of his head with a slight grunt. "Boss, Jeff doesn't know how to make that..Can't you choose somet-" He was cut off by the woman's gun pointed towards his head. "No! I want frog legs. Now question..In these frog legs, what's the main ingredient? What are they made out of?" Merry Andrew kicked her legs back and forth in her own chair, giggling as she scribbled with crayons on her own menu. "I want what Jesty wants, cause Jesty knows best!" The girl said with her childish voice, as she swayed her head back and forth while humming a tune. Jesteria narrowed her eyes at the goon, who was hesitant to give an answer. "Uh..It has frogs in it." "Yuck, why would you offer me such a thing!" "B-but I didn't you sai-..!" She cut him off again. "Two orders of frog legs!" The goon sighed and scribbled words before making his way back to the kitchen. Leaning back in her chair, and tossing an arm up nonchalantly, the Ex-Assassin would puff her cheeks towards the hostages. The police weren't going to come anytime soon. After all, this was the worst part of town. No one was going to call the authorities. It reeked of death around here to the point where Jesteria relished the taste of it on her lips.

"Two orders? My, my aren't we a growing girl" a voice, no two voices would ask from the kitchen. Out from the metallic and swinging double doors walked a man cloaked in the black tar of a symbiote. For whatever reason the normal white was gone from his chest and his eye patches were red instead of white. What facilitated the change in the symbiote Ray was not entirely sure, nor did he particularly care. He had not touched any of the goons of course instead simply winking into existence thinking to steal a quick snack. Quickly he had shhh'd the new improv staff, and then walked out of the door. The swinging door would seem like it tried to hit him on his way out but the metallic monster was just too slow to use it's arms to grab him.

Taking a seat opposite of Jesteria he would glance over at the regular staff and let loose a little laugh, then he would tilt back on the chair "Mind if we sssssee what it isssss you're drawing?" this was completely the symbiote it's voice hissing and holding within it an unearthly quality and no accent that could be identified as human. With that his mouth would finally appear on his face, a row of smiling pearly, jagged whites which seemed benign and malicious at the same time.

"You want to see what I'm drawing? Here Here!" The little girl would lift up a picture showcasing stick figures. It would have her, as a stick figure, holding a bazooka and blowing up a poorly drawn car with flaming stick people inside. The Jester would clap at the girl's drawing before looking back at the newcomer with a raised brow. "Oh hoho, if I knew I was going to be having company I would have tidy upped first. This place must look a mess." The pale faced clown would give an innocent smile while pointing a thumb back at the hostages tied up in the corner. "I came in here earlier, and they said I wasn't dressed appropriate to eat here. Do yah believe that? I think I've dressed pretty good. Right, Merry?" The clown would nudge the little girl who would give a wide smile back in response. Leaning forward, she'd prop her head up with her arm. "You'd think I've be surprised seeing something like you, but you look like that one thing on that one movie with that one actor. I forgot the name..But the main actor had cancer up his ass hole." The Clown Assassin would tap a finger on the table, as if she was truly thinking of the name. "I think the movie got three stars too..I think Keanu Reeves was in it. Him, or Nicholas Cage. Probably Nicholas Cage since he's in almost every movie to freaking date. It's like so stupid bad, but what can I say about it? Not like they'd make a movie about me one da-.." The woman suddenly stopped rambling as her eyes looked towards her little cohort..Hollywood would need to be their next stop.

'I do wish you would analyze things again' the symbiote chuckled inside Ray's skull as the picture was held up in front of them. There was a time a while back when the gangster would have thought exactly along these lines.


Of course this was not him anymore and as such none of those thoughts filtered through either psyche human, or symbiote. Instead Ray smiled reminded suddenly of his own childhood, so long ago-then it was gone, repressed by dark clouds that Ray had used as a defense. He didnt want to think about his past, there was no reason, none at all. It was more and the symbiote knew that, he knew it hurt Ray and he refused to pry into his host's past deeper than those surface glimpses of the tip of the iceberg.

"The place is fine" they would say a bit of joy crept into their voice, an emotion long lacking in that chorus. "Ah you know snobs, always got to have a reason to keep themselves above others so they can feel good" this was just Ray as the symbiote slipped back from the mentality for a bit noticing that for the first time in a long time Ray was actually a warm kind of happy, not a cynical or sarcastic or cruel kind of happy just warm. "Never saw it" Ray said slipping back into a deadpan before the suit created another smile, this one just a crack and not revealing the teeth quite as much. It was odd while on the outside the symbiote was more obvious on the inside, it was Ray himself that was the one who was obviously there. "Well if they ever made a movie about you I'd hope they would cast someone better than Nicolas Cage" this was said with a fit of laughter as Ray leaned back in his chair, nearly tipping backward if it hadn't have been for the symbiote using a strand of itself to keep him from going vertical.

The woman would tap a finger on the table, looking towards a hostage with narrowed eyes. That session of boredom was slowly creeping into the back of her skull, and there were few things to remedy it with. It had been some time since she had returned to the states, and she knew Asia was off limits to her, simply because the Assassins were probably not proud of her recent excursions. Who would be? They believed in Order through their crusade. Structure and plans. She, on the other hand, believed in pure and utter chaos. She had no crusade or extravagant plan on bringing in a new world order. She did what she wanted, and gave what she did, and those on the other end of her gun were usually the ones to suffer because of it. Perhaps the Order hadn't looked to end her, simply because she was doing them favors most of the time. Such as killing mob bosses, or burning down their place of business, just because she wanted to. Simply on a whim. With this bird coming to Earth to do whatever it was coming for, things were already in a panic. People scrambled to stop it, but Jesteria was interested in seeing the final byproduct of a catastrophic event. The only thing that upset her that she wasn't the cause of it. That made her have a huge pouty face to the whole scenario!

Looking at the weird faced male across the table, she would give an exaggerated sigh. "So what brings you to this little restuarant tonight? I hope you weren't coming here for an actual gourmet meal. Cause if you did, you totally came to the wrong place."

"Nah we came here for a snack, but to be honest this situation is far more interesting than what we thought we would encounter" the symbiote said jumping back into the fray with Ray. It was true after all the new staff was much more interesting than the old servers, and this was more interesting than a simple food theft. Theft or as they liked to call it, repositioning. This brought a thought to mind, could he just teleport food into his stomach instead of eating it? Think of all that time saved, hell he could chew bubble gum and kick ass all day if that were the case.

'Let's try this out.....nooooooo, bad idea' the two internally fought over this and ultimately decided to wait until later to try anything foolish or silly such as not tasting their food.

"Heheh..Really now? Oh you're so flattering, Mr. Alien looking man!" She gave her usual maniacal grin, as the doors to the kitchen would open and two plates would be in the busboy's hands. Placing the serving of frog legs infront of the little one, and then another infront of the clown mistress, Jesteria would narrow her eyes and clench her nose to the smell. "This isn't what I ordered!" "Yeah, this isn't what she ordered!" The little girl mimicked exactly what she said. The goon cupped the back of his neck with another grunt. "B-but boss that's exactly what you did say." This made the clown raise a brow. "No, I did not." Crossing her arms like a child, she'd look towards the hostages. "Was this what I ordered?" The hostages nodded, until a hand came down across the holster of her gun, where they'd promptly shake their heads no. The goon sighed, and picked the plates back up, heading back towards the kitchen. Standing up from the table, she'd shrug her shoulders. "Seems like I'm not getting any food here. Well strange man, it's time I got going. I've got a movie to make on the life and times of the Clownish Queen of Crime. Merry, let's scram." Jesteria gave the man a slight bow, and the little goon did the same, before they made their way through the obstruct-less path to the door. Within a second, the two were gone, and the goons were piling out from the back exit of the building. They hadn't bothered untying the hostages. They were sure to get out sooner or later.

-Attempted Exit-

After waving a goodbye to the pair Hiim simply vanished from the spot, causing the chair to fall to the floor with a clatter.

-Exit-