RE: The Grand OC! [CONTEST FIFTEEN: DINOSAURS! SUBMISSIONS WELCOME!]
05-02-2014, 04:52 AM
Username: guhbluhbluhbloobloo, you
Name: Deinonychef
Species: Deinonychus
Gender: Dino
Color: #b5b411 whatevs yo
Description: About 3 meters long, and almost a meter high. Kinda reddish-brown feathered under the chef jacket they are wearing. Struts with an air of authority; they are easily one of the world's greatest chef since the invention food.
Weapons/Abilities: Certified Master Chef w/ ~108-115 million years of experience as a gourmet chef.
Cooking knives and things.
Claws, talons, teeth.
Incapable of flight, but pretty dexterous in general all things considered.
Biography:
"Deinonychef, sir, the kitchen's ready as per your details. And may I say that it is an absolute honor to be-"
"RAAAATCH"
"Of course sir, my sincerest apologies. The flight will be leaving in forty-five minutes, but you may board now if you'd like."
"SCREEEEECH
"Right this way, sir."
...
"Your kitchen, sir. Is there anything else?"
"SCREEEEE"
"I'll take my leave then, sir."
Having dismissed his amateurish attendant, he rubbed sorely at his abdomen. By some miracle, he'd survived for millions of years since his birth in the early Cretaceous, but whatever miracle that was, it was fading. Death was probably not too far off at this rate, but damned if that was about to get in the way of his art. He adjusted his jacket and set about his work.
...
The plane was in flight. The destination: Shanghai. The patrons: the G-20 summit. The meal: --
"Deinonychef, sir!" His attendant burst in. "The captain said she's expecting heavy turbulence ahead! Will you-"
"RAWWWRK! RAAAAAAATCH!"
"No sir! No, I absolutely wasn't suggesting that, but I-"
"HISSSS!"
"Of course sir! I'm so sorry sir! I-"
Light flooded the room with a loud boom.
"Lightning! It looks like we'll be skirting a storm system, sir... Sir?"
Deinonychef was gone.
dine-o-soar, dyin'-osaur, dinosaur
Name: Deinonychef
Species: Deinonychus
Gender: Dino
Color: #b5b411 whatevs yo
Description: About 3 meters long, and almost a meter high. Kinda reddish-brown feathered under the chef jacket they are wearing. Struts with an air of authority; they are easily one of the world's greatest chef since the invention food.
Weapons/Abilities: Certified Master Chef w/ ~108-115 million years of experience as a gourmet chef.
Cooking knives and things.
Claws, talons, teeth.
Incapable of flight, but pretty dexterous in general all things considered.
Biography:
"Deinonychef, sir, the kitchen's ready as per your details. And may I say that it is an absolute honor to be-"
"RAAAATCH"
"Of course sir, my sincerest apologies. The flight will be leaving in forty-five minutes, but you may board now if you'd like."
"SCREEEEECH
"Right this way, sir."
...
"Your kitchen, sir. Is there anything else?"
"SCREEEEE"
"I'll take my leave then, sir."
Having dismissed his amateurish attendant, he rubbed sorely at his abdomen. By some miracle, he'd survived for millions of years since his birth in the early Cretaceous, but whatever miracle that was, it was fading. Death was probably not too far off at this rate, but damned if that was about to get in the way of his art. He adjusted his jacket and set about his work.
...
The plane was in flight. The destination: Shanghai. The patrons: the G-20 summit. The meal: --
"Deinonychef, sir!" His attendant burst in. "The captain said she's expecting heavy turbulence ahead! Will you-"
"RAWWWRK! RAAAAAAATCH!"
"No sir! No, I absolutely wasn't suggesting that, but I-"
"HISSSS!"
"Of course sir! I'm so sorry sir! I-"
Light flooded the room with a loud boom.
"Lightning! It looks like we'll be skirting a storm system, sir... Sir?"
Deinonychef was gone.
dine-o-soar, dyin'-osaur, dinosaur
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