The Black Dragon - Black Dragon R3 - Hell's Kitchen

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Description: Black Dragon: Hell's Kitchen - Lyraelle continues her Save Southtown streaming charity tour by visiting a soup kitchen run by the New Balls Librarians or something like that! Chef Amandine takes umbrage at the succubus' attitude, and bizarre accidents cause tensions to escalate. When two enormous egos clash, the kitchen's set to heat up - but who will end up eating humble pie?

Amandine has had a rough few weeks. The littlest (and meannest) members of the NOL culinary corps has found herself assaulted by bad musicians, mangey werewolves, and worst of all PICKY EATERS as she's been assigned to operating some of the NOL's relief kitchens during the crisis. Things may have started settling down in other parts of the city, but a recent earthshaking battle here has led to NOL setting up another temporary soup kitchen here--and, with the hope that Amandine won't be involved in the destruction of this one, she's been put in charge as its head chef and quartermaster.

And of course, despite everything, Amandine is undeterred by any of the misfortune.

"Okay, SO!" Amandine bellows, "Apparently SOME of you can't make a PROPER stock," the small, gothic lolita chef stomps heavily across the counter. "So I GUESS I'll show you AGAIN." She hipchecks one of the assistant cooks out of the way, sending the poor girl flying before she nearly bowls over two other NOL grunts. The way now cleared, Amandine stands up on her toes to look into the pot. She ladles from it carefully, eyeing the color and consistency.

"Guh," Amandine rolls eyes. "What would LOSERS do without ME?"

So far, Demon Queen Lyraelle has released two hit streaming sessions on her FightTube account detailing her exploits in the salvation of Southtown. The first, while cut short halfway through by technical difficulties, included a battle with a raging demonic thug intent on setting the town ablaze.

(It did not include the hour afterward during which Lyraelle spent much of her time doing exactly that.)

The second video showed Lyraelle rescuing a family that was being menaced by a mighty minotaur, delivering a sound thrashing to the beastman and allowing the man, woman and child to escape unharmed.

(It did not include the rest of the evening during which she attempted to purchase darkstalkers from the minotaur's mistress.)

Now, though, the Demon Queen has decided that she needs one more killer video; one to show that she's not just a violent vigilante, but also mindful of the people providing relief to the populace through charity.


The call of the Demon Queen can be heard over the din of the soup kitchen, though slightly muffled as she's still outside a window - her face barely visible in the cracked, paint-blotted glass. She knocks on the window a couple of times, causing it to crack further. The demoness looks thoughtful, then holds up a single gloved finger.

A moment later, the window explodes inward as the succubus slides through feet first, wings tucked as she shoots through the small portal and lands on the kitchen floor on her high heels.

"Sorry about that, but the lighting looked like it needed improving anyway~" Lyraelle announces with a sweet tone as she does a twirl, then rolls her shoulders and cocks her hips one way and the other - "Three, two..." - sending bits of glass flying, apparently having failed to penetrate her person. "...One..." She cracks her back, then smiles and reaches up to turn on the microcamera next to her ear. "...Action~"


"Konichi wa, minions~"

Lyraelle holds up a second camera and turns it on herself, smiling sweetly and tilting her horned head as she makes a V next to her face.

"So, I know that Yours Truly has been busy the last little while trying to clean up Southtown, but I thought it would be nice for everybody to see how hard the less 'gifted' are working to help feed the people who've been affected by this big tragedy thing! And, who knows? Maybe they could use a hand themselves from Her Infernal Majesty! What do you think, guys??"

Amandine is in the midst of stirring the soup. One of the privates quietly places a footstool in front of her, onto which Amandine steps without comment. For her ridiculous tone and voice, and the sheer absurdity of her wardrobe in a kitchen, of all places, she seems to be a professional as far as the cooking. She gingerly stirs with the ladel, fishing up a bone an examining it. "UGH," Amandine rolls her eyes again. "You should have ROASTED it FIRST."

But then, someone calls. Something catches the little chef's attention. That voice, that delivery...she grips her ladle more tightly, and then the window breaks. Amandine's teeth grind slowly together.

"OKAY," Amandine suddenly bellows, "which one of you JERKS decided to invite a COSPLAYER?" Amandine huffs, stomping her tiny feet...which actually make the room rattle a little. "Don't you KNOW that you're SUPPOSED to be WORKING?" She looks left, then right, but no one will make eye contact. She lets loose a melodramatic sigh.

"FINE," Amandine hops off the stool, making the dishware rattle when she lands. She stomps, with a clitter-clatter of heels, toward Lyraelle. As she approaches, the near foot of height difference becomes apparent.

Amandine looks up, then down across Lyra. Her teeth grind again. "So you're some kind of," Amandine waves her hand dismissively. "Streamer something another? WHat's with the getup?"

The pink-haired hell-maiden quirks her pointed ears at the onslaught of shouting, even grimacing a little at the noise - perhaps they're as extra-sharp at hearing as they are to look at. She smiles magnanimously and clears her throat as Amandine steps up to her and starts to make demands.

"I prefer to be referred to as 'Her Royal Highness and Infernal Majesty, Sovereign of House Darkheart, Lyraelle, Queen of Demons," she fires off without stopping for air, "or some combination thereof~"

She raises the hand-held camera up at a high angle to catch both of the two in frame - with the side effect of making herself appear even taller next to Amandine than her horns, heels and height already do - and winks at it as she takes a still.

"Obviously, I'm a sexy succubus," she says, giving another wink down at Amandine - this the sort that suggests that the gothic lolita chef play along - before brushing her bangs away from her face, only for them to fall back into place.

"I've got to say, you're very fashionable for a volunteer in a soup kitchen! Do you do the Victorian scene?"

While she's asking her question, the demoness makes a point of capturing the faces of the other kitchen staff for her audience with her head-cam.

"HOLY SHIT," Amandine says, "that's a mouthful." Her tiny fists plant on her hips and she puffs out her (lack of) chest, doing her best to stand up taller than before. When Lyra moves around to the side of her, Amandine pouts, her lips puffed out. Whatever Lyraelle is selling, however, Amandine doesn't seem to be buying.

That is, until she makes the fashion comment.

"Well, OF COURSE!" Amandine says, flipping her tremendous mane of hair away form her face in her best attempt to be sexy. "I'm VERY fashionable. Clearly YOU have good taste for noticing Ms..." The wheels turn, turning to remember that name. She leans in close.

"Uh," she whispers, "what do you go by, anyway? That title was SUPER long."

The kitchen staff are in various states of taking cover. Perhaps they know something.

It's almost preternatural, the way that Lyraelle's smile can shift from sycophantic to smug without really changing at all. Perhaps it's in the way that she leans down just a little so that her face is closer to Amandine's, emphasizing the distinction in height, her hands folding behind her back as if she were having a conversation with a child.

"Oh, don't worry. You can just call me Your Majesty," she says sweetly, giving a disarming little tilt of her head before her green eyes open a little to give Amandine a look up and down. She straightens back up to her full height, her gloved left hand resting on her hip as she raises her right hand to touch her chin and tap at her lower lip pensively with her index finger.

"Although, I suppose that in your case, 'Your Highness~' might be more appropriate~" she says, before letting out a girlish giggle that she covers up lightly with her fingers.

For a fleeting moment, Lyraelle seems to have Amandine's favor. Complimenting her fashion sense seems to have worked remarkably well for pleasing the small culinarian, even to the point of her making an effort to get Lyraelle's name right.

But then there's the way she talks, the way she emphasizes her height difference, that gets Amandine's teeth grinding again.

"Maybe that should be HIND-ness," Amandine retorts, "what with that FAT BUTT you're packing. I MEAN," Amandine puts her hands on her hips, tossing her hair back smugly. "I didn't REALIZE they made leotards in THAT size. Do you shop by ZIP CODE?"

The vicious slander from the pint-sized chef causes Lyraelle to recoil as if struck, her hand covering her mouth as she gasps, green eyes going wide with what almost looks like genuine, innocent shock.

"Now, that was absolutely /rude/ and /uncalled for/!"

The succubus' hand lowers to her side, both gloves squeaking a little in protest as her hands ball into fists. She leans down, tail standing on end, arms lowered at her sides - the overall affectation being one of a cat with its hackles raised.

"For your information, this ass is in the top ten of over two dozen unofficial FightTube 'Best Booty' user polls! There are websites dedicated to my ass! It's trended on Hitter twice!!"

The furious look on Lyraelle's face turns into a smirk as she straightens up again and folds her arms across her chest. "Besides, you're obviously just jealous. I bet your boobs never get any clicks on Insta!"

She turns slightly to one side, huffing. "Normally I'd teach you to address me with *respect*..."

She turns her nose up. "...But since you're a /charity/ worker, I'll be /charitable/ and let you off if you apologize!"

She unfolds her arms, placing her left hand on her hip and pointing her right at the floor. "On your knees!"

"Heh heh heh..." Amandine chortles under her breath, reaching up to wipe her nose with a quick sweep of her hand.

But when Lyraelle retorts, it knocks a bit of the wind out of Amandine's sails. Even so, that wind has to go somewhere, and it seems to be stoking her chimney instead...

"Well I GUESS if BEST means BIGGEST, you'd be in the top ten! I mean, SHIT." Her nose scrunches when it turns out Lyraelle has trended. "Wait, HITTER? FIGHTTUBE? Are you some kind of FIGHTING YOUTUBER?" Amandine clenches her little fists and stomps a foot.

"What!" she reddens a bit. "Like I' my boobs on some WEBSITE!" Amandine stomps again, this time sending spiderweb cracks along the floor. "I am a CLASSY LADY!"

"And I'm a PROFESSIONAL CHEF!" Amandine folds her arms across her chest. "Like I'd GROVEL! That's UNSANITARY and it'd--" Amandine huffs. "DIRTY MY DRESS!" She turns up her nose with a hmph.

"Besides, I mean," Amandine looks at Lyraelle out of the corner of her eye. "I'm just stating the obvious! It's HUGE. Your fans probably LIKE IT THAT WAY!"

Amandine's refusal to apologize on Lyraelle's terms causes the succubus to snort with derision.

"Am I a fighting YouTuber?! I'm the Demon Queen of social media!! Hell's new hotness! I'm like, Makai's answer to the Kardashians!!!" As she exudes and expels her belligerence, the Demon Queen puts her hands next to each other. A crackling green line of flame appears between her purple gloves, stretching as she steadily draws her hands apart to form an infernal whip between them and flexes it menacingly.

"And /fine!/ You're stretching even my incredible generosity to the limits! But I'll give you one more chance, and I'll /even/ let you stay standing, because honestly there's not much height difference whether you're kneeling or not..."

She lets the whip slip from the grip of her left hand, trailing down to the floor as she wheels it into a loop in her right hand, handling the hellish fire as if it were leather.

"Say 'I'm sorry, Your Highness'... or else!!"

Amandine's lip trembles. She's THAT popular? Wheels seem to be turning. When Lyraelle mentions the Kardashians, the gothic chef can't help but glance down at Lyra's butt again. There's a flash, and then green fire, and Amandine suddenly sees herself staring down a flaming whip.

"What did you even come here FOR?" Amandine says, "SHEESH. I THOUGHT you wanted to get some GOOD PR, or SOMETHING," she interjects, crossing her arms. "But I MEAN, if you want to FIGHT..." One of the chains around Amandine's waist unfurls, the great hook from it hanging from her hand. Something elsewhere in the kitchen rumbles heavily.

But wheels start to turn. Amandine remembers what happened last time she got into a fight in the kitchen. For a while, she was afraid she might get DEMOTED. Amandine bites her lip. Will her pride let get hold her tongue? If she gets demoted, she might not have time off to visit her wonderful, sexy --

"UGH," Amandine says, "FINE! I'm sorry, YOUR HIGHNESS." Amandine huffs. "It's not that I'm SCARED or anything," Amandine says, "but I have to take care of my KITCHEN."

Several staff members sigh in relief.

It's true; Lyraelle /did/ come to this randomly-selected soup kitchen in order to secure some solid pacifistic publicity for her stream. Having the level of mission drift pointed out to her gives the pink-haired hellion a hint of internal pause. On the other hand, Amandine is clearly jealous of her, and stoking envy is more than just a sadistic pastime for the succubus! So when Amandine refuses to apologize, she -

Lyraelle blinks.


The Demon Queen looks somewhere between shocked, disappointed, and incredulous. She quickly recovers, though, and her expression turns into a sweet smile - authority asserted, for now. The whip winks out of existence, leaving a faint smell of brimstone in the air.

"Good to know that you know your place. Speaking of your place!"

Lyraelle taps the camera attached to the horn on the left side of her head, making sure that it's still running.

"Why don't you show me around it? And while you're at it, you can tell me more about the charity that you work for."

She should find what made that noise. Snoop, if she must. She has the perfect chance.

"Don't tell me when to snoop, dawg," she mutters under her breath.

She didn't need to do that. Her thoughts aren't hidden.

Amandine's expression remains one that's still a sneer. She doesn't like the idea of kowtowing to some fat-bottomed demon streamer girl, but she likes the idea of another demerit even less. Biting her lip, Amandine holds her tongue for just a little longer.

"WELL," Amandine starts, doing her best not to break into another rant. "This is a relief kitchen for the Novus Orbis Librarium, I'll have you know," Amandine says. What follows sounds like a script. Did she memorize a script?

"What MOST people don't REALIZE," Amandine says, "is that the NOL does WAY MORE than just police! We're ALSO providing FOOD to people displaced by these MONSTERS."

Amandine eyeballs Lyraelle on that last note. Wheels seem to be turning again.

"Novus Orbis Librarium, huh? What's that, like... New Balls Library?"

Latin doesn't seem to be the distracted Demon Queen's first language. Lyraelle seems to be more interested in exploring the kitchen, in any case - she starts to wander through, bits of glass crunching under the soles and heels of her thigh highs.

The demoness' spaded tail, though, seems agitated. Its tip swings back and forth like an agile serpent searching for prey. Lyraelle does her best to ignore the strange tingling running through the appendage and into her spine, and doesn't even seem to notice when the tail's end flicks across a dial on a stove, turning the gas on to hiss quietly without activating the flame.

Hate-boners. Something about NOL makes the Demon Queen think hate-boners. Maybe that demon guy she trounced recently had something to do with them?

"So you're a police organisation?"

Flick, click. Flick, click.

Strangely, each inactive stove the pink-haired demoness passes starts to leak gas. Luckily that stuff's inflammable, not flammable, right?

"New...Balls?" Amandine tilts her head in genuine befuddlement at that one. As Lyraelle's steps are punctuated by the sound of crunching glass, the tiny chef grabs one of her assistants by the hem and drags him down to whisper in his ear. "Get a broom and clean up the mess. It's driving me INSANE." The expression on his face seems to show doubt that she's not there already.

"So ANYWAY," Amandine says, the rest of her minions scattered in her wake. "Yes! We are the PREMIERE police organization of the supernatural, OF COURSE!"

"Yeah! Novus is new, and Librarium is probably library, and Orbis sounds like Orb, so..."

Lyraelle's eyes shift toward the goth chef as the succubus taps her lower lip with a finger. "Supernatural police, huh? So are you, like, working for the government, then? What's the difference between supernatural police and regular police?"

The demoness bends down, hands on her knees, as she tries to follow those chains she saw to where they come from. As she does so, her tail smacks against a switch powering a bank of oil fryers behind her, then discreetly starts setting them to high temperature one by one.

"I mean, obviously it doesn't affect /me/ as a member of the cosplay community, but what's the difference between, say, a supernatural person's rights and a 'normal' person's rights?"

About this time, a buzzing enters the kitchen, as a small fly finds its way through the broken-in window and starts to hunt for food.

There comes a time in an assistant chef's life when he is faced with a decision. Here, one of the Amandine's helpers sniffs the air curiously, detecting the scent of gas. He looks at Amandine, then at Lyraelle. His eyes narrow as he glances around to his colleagues. In that moment, he must be asking himself, 'Does anyone else smell that? What's going on? Who's going to say something?' Desperate and unsure what to do, he takes a stand. He steps forward and clears his throat.

"Commander, uh, ma'am," he interjects.

"WHAT?" Amandine says, "I'm giving a TOUR! What's so important?" He looks at Amandine, then at Lyraelle. "COME ON, spit it out. You're RUINING my MOMENT!"

He bites his lip and considers. "Did you leave the gas on, ma'am?"

"WHAT!" Amandine stomps. "How DARE you, GREENHORN! Do you THINK--wait, no, that's the PROBLEM here. You don't THINK. I am a PROFESSIONAL whose kitchen is IMPECCABLE! I would NEVER--"

Amandine sniffs, then sniffs again. Her eyes narrow at the assistant, who has taken a step back. Slowly, gradually, she turns toward Lyraelle.

"WAIT just a SECOND."

That tingling sensation - some kind of Succubus Sense? It's traveled up the Demon Queen's spine and come to rest between her ears. It's like some kind of biological or metaphysical alarm, except she can't quite seem to place her finger on what's causing her state of distress. She raises a hand to rub her temples with her thumb and forefinger, closing her eyes as she tries to fight off the sensation, which is starting to become a headache.

"Sorry, minions! I'm gonna have to put the broadcast on hold. Apparently there's some kind of safety issue we need to work out~"

Having addressed the stream, she reaches up and turns the mini-camera on the side of her head off and lets out a huff. It's that buzzing that's bothering her, isn't it? She places her hands on her hips and turns back to face the kitchen crew, smiling brightly.

"Okay, so, anybody in here with the Ess Pee Cee Ay should probably close their eyes right about now~"

Then, she turns her glassy green-eyed smile up toward the buzzing insect.

Her eyes flash with infernal light.

The fly, now little more than smouldering carbon, falls from the air, glowing green with the lingering heat, right into one of the now-bubbling oil fryers.


Amandine narrows her eyes. Safety issue? Wait, is that a fly? What's with that glow?


The gas explodes into a fireball that launches Amandine backward, unintentionally shielding the assistant chef, who she winds up plowing into to break her fall. The fryers blaze to life, or rather, alight. A smoke alarm goes off, then foam sprayers kick in--apparently after Amandine's last incident, the NOL was not going to take any chances with her kitchen.

Assistant chefs start to evacuate, but Amandine sits atop, seated atop her assistant chef. She puffs out soot, then reaches up to beat out some strands of hair that are still alight. Some fires still blaze, but the room is quickly getting doused in foam.

Amandine's teeth audibly grind.

One of the upsides of being a demon from whereever it is that Lyraelle is from is being incredibly resistant to conventional fires, not to mention nearly immune to the heat of her own flames. Thus, even after the kitchen is engulfed in the momentary flash-fire from the burning fryers igniting the inflammable gas that fills the air, the Demon Queen is still standing tall, hair swept back perfectly by the blast but otherwise undamaged, hands held low at her sides and tilted upwards at the wrists, a slightly confused look on her face.

And then, the foam starts to drench her.

ODdly enough, being engulfed in flames is more pleasant than being covered in foam for the succubus.

"God, who approved the fire code on this place?!" the Demon Queen demands to know, whirling on Amandine and her assistant.

"And who booby trapped that?! One of you set me up!"

The louder she shouts, the more clear it will be that she's not the one responsible, right??

"It's a good thing my stream was offline, or they might have thought this was /my/ fault! I'm gonna show everyone how unsafely you guys run things around here!"

She reaches up and hits the button to activate her first person cam once more, before whipping out her hand cam to show the carnage before pointing it at her own face.

"Look, minions! This is an emergency! The New Balls Library have attempted to /assassinate/ me by luring me to their soup kitchen and then blowing it up!!"

Amandine's teeth continue to grind as Lyraelle leverages heavy accusations against Amandine and her staff. Her eye starts to twitch, and that rumbling is heard again. in that moment, Amandine is like a pot getting ready to boil, until finally...

"ME?!" Amandine interjects. "I bet your FAT BUTT hit the BUTTONS on the way through! I mean, REALLY!" Amandine fumes. "My kitchens are PRISTINE!! I am a PROFESSIONAL!" Covered in foam and singed, Amandine sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles.

"TANTALUS! We have WORK!!"

The cauldron, a massive thing that looks like a ghastly antique with its claw-like feet, smashes through the wall abruptly. Chains snake out from Amandine and connect to the pot once more as Amandine pulls it taut, yanking the massive piece of cookery and swinging it across the kitchen toward Lyraelle like it was a giant flail.

Her assistant chef slowly crawls away, trying to stay subtle about it.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle has started a fight here.

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Lyraelle         0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Amandine has joined the fight here.

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Amandine         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Lyraelle

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle blocks Amandine's Random Strike.

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Amandine         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Lyraelle

Lyraelle scowls as the belligerent lolita deflects the blame for the blaze back to Her Royal heinie.

"Pristine?! There's glass all over the floor!! And who the heck is Tantalus?!"

When the answer to her question comes smashing through the wall, the Demon Queen raises both gloved hands reflexively in front of herself, catching the cauldron before it can knock her over; unfortunately (or fortunately) the hand camera is sent sliding away by the impact. The flail's massive 'head' still manages to push the pink-haired hell-babe back along the floor, her heels gouging trenches along the linoleum before her rear end crashes into the row of fryers. Her tail recoils as it winds up ablaze with burning oil.

"See!! The fire couldn't do the job, so now this killer cook is trying to finish it! But I, Queen Lyraelle Darkheart, refuse to be rubbed out without puttin' up a scrap!"

With that declaration the demoness spins forward, the whip reappearing in her hand as she does. As Lyraelle lashes out with the scalding scourge, it burns a black streak along the kitchen wall, not only burning, but also dragging anything in its path with a tangible force, sending pots and kitchenware scattering as it sweeps toward Amandine!

COMBATSYS: Amandine blocks Lyraelle's Imperious Scourge.

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Amandine         0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0         Lyraelle

Tantalus is big, and heavy, and it's honestly remarkable in a way that Amandine manages to swing it so freely--especially considering her build. In any case, when Lyraelle does not go down, Amandine jerks on the chain, pulling the massive cauldron back to her and catching it one-handed by the and slamming it down.

"Oh!!" Amandine says, "JUST AS I THOUGHT!" she says, confidently. "You aren't just ANY OLD CAMGIRL!" Amandine cackles. "I MEAN!!"

The whip flies around, sending cookery and cutlery crashing to the floor. Amandine throws her arm forward, catching it so the whip snakes around her arm instead--and gives her dress a good burning for the trouble.

"Yowowow!" Amandine back off, trying to pat out her sleeve. "UGH!!" So much TROUBLE!!" Don't believe HER!! She STARTED IT!" she bellows to no one in particular.

But in the next moment, Amandine grabs a bottle of wine--is that for cooking--and starts guzzling it. She drinks the bottle dry in one steady set of gulps, then wipes her mouth.

Not a moment later, the tiny chef thumps her chest with a fist, then lets loose a tremendous, glassware shaking belch. With the belch, even worse, comes a great fireball right from her mouth.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle dodges Amandine's Aperitif.

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Amandine         0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0         Lyraelle

Like many of the pots in the kitchen, Lyraelle is simmering on the brink of a boil. The scorching lash disappears after striking Amandine in the arm; it seems that the weapon isn't a permanent part of the Demon Queen's arsenal. She glares across the kitchen.

"Of course I'm not just some camgirl!! I'm /camgirl royalty/!!" the foam-covered fiend fires back. "At least I'm not a /short order cook!/"

As the chef unleashes her burning breath attack, the succubus starts forward, dropping and sliding down on her heels and hands with her left leg extended to cross the kitchen - aided by the slippery state of the floor after the release of the dousing foam - while passing beneath the brunt of the ball of flame. She pulls a face as the heat hits her head, setting a single strand on fire even as her tail is put out by the slide through the foam.

"I didn't start it," Lyraelle shouts as she twists around, pivoting on one heel while she snaps the other in a low side-kick aimed at Amandine's lower half - a maneuver that would do a nice job of showing off her glistening, shapely legs if there were a camera around to capture it, "but I'll finish it!"

Meanwhile, on Lyraelle's FightTube chatroom:

battlehobo1984: Ugh, most cliche line ever
fighterbabyxoxo: should someone be calling the fire dept there

COMBATSYS: Amandine barely endures Lyraelle's Medium Kick.

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Amandine         0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0         Lyraelle

Amandine fumes, her own heels sliding around in the foam as she adjusts her posture. She doesn't seem to be thrilled that Lyraelle has managed to skate around her incoming fireball, but the fact that the demoness is bearing down on her makes it hard to focus on that.

The chef collides with Lyraelle's extended leg with a heavy grunt, but she manages to stay on her feet instead of going down when she does.

"UGH!" comes the protest. "How do you HIT so HARD!!" With the gap closed, Amandine moves in, trying to grab Lyraelle by the waist. Her goal seems to be to lift the taller woman up then forcefully slam her down against the floor, fiery chi surging around her body as she does. Provided she can manage it, Amandine shifts, going for a stomp as a follow-up.

"I am a PROFESSIONAL CHEF!" Amandine says, "Frank is our short-order cook!!"

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle endures Amandine's Daily Special.

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Amandine         0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0         Lyraelle

As she's rising up from her crouching kick, Lyraelle seems somewhat surprised to find the goth cook's arms looping around her waist. She smirks with fierce disrespect as Amandine locks in her hold.

"What are you gonna do, slam me?!" the slippery succubus scoffs, apparently failing to register the fact that the tiny goth has enough power to be swinging what might well be hundreds of pounds of metal like a meteor hammer.

And thus, in due course, the Dark Queen finds herself subjected to a fiery slam into the foam-covered floor, cracking tiles beneath her as she crashes into it with a grimace of pain. She winces as the foot stomps down at her midsection.

"I hit so hard because I have power attack and a high BAB score!" Lyraelle hisses through gritting teeth. "And BAB stands for Bad Ass Bitch!"

One of Lyraelle's hands shoots up to grab for the leg that just stomped on her - and if she manages to grab hold, she'll coil for an instant, gathering her might, before springing around and across the aisle of the kitchen that the two are in, dragging the Lolita chef (and likely her cauldron) along with her as her wings would lift her off the ground. She'd then adjust course suddenly so that she would crash horns-first through the ceiling, pulling Amandine up into the air and out of the building, before letting Amandine go at the peak of the flight. While inertia was still holding Amandine aloft, she would then do a vertical flip, heel igniting with green fire before crashing down to try and axe-kick Amandine back down to the kitchen below!

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Amandine with Fell Swoop.

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Amandine         1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1         Lyraelle

"More like BIG ASS BITCH!!" Amandine interjects, immediately being answered by Lyraelle grabbing her heeled shoe. "HEY! LET GO OF THAT!"

But in the next moment, Amandine is suspended upside down, the two of them taken through the ceiling before Amandine is flipped up turned, and dropped down with a devastating heel drop. Tantalus slams down afterward, crushing a lesser stove under its considerable bulk. The chain rattles to a stop shortly thereafter.

"Huuuuurgh!" Amandine wheezes. "Ugh! No fair!" It takes her several seconds to get back to her feet, and she sways when she does so. Pieces of the floor fall off her clothing as she does, the lolita chef shaking her head to rid her hair of dust. "You...JERK! With your...I DON'T KNOW!"

Amandine plants a heel, pivots, and launches forward with a sharp, swift slam of her hip to try and bowl Lyraelle over. She howls, not really coherent.

COMBATSYS: Amandine successfully hits Lyraelle with Tuxedo Bombe.

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Amandine         1/---====/=======|=======\===----\1         Lyraelle

Lyraelle touches down on her high heels seconds after Amandine and Tantalus crash down, rolling her shoulders and shaking the bits of ceiling plaster out of her hair. She smirks at Amandine's incoherent attempt at insulting her.

"They're called boobs, sweetie. You'll get them too; just wait 'til you're older~" she retorts with a tilt of her head and a wink.

As Amandine comes flying hip-first at Lyraelle, the demon queen stands her ground, apparently not expecting to be driven back by the petite cook. She gets more than she expected, though - the impact of the cook's skirt actually sends the demoness sliding backward, toppling over in the foam and skidding into a shelving rack. A bag of powdered sugar splits open from the impact, pouring all over the sopping succubus.

"Ugh! Where the heck did that come from?!" Lyraelle complains as she pushes her bangs up to keep more sugar from spilling onto her face, then kips up to her feet, sending the white dust all around her. Her tail, annoyed at the sugar continuing to spill over it and onto Lyraelle's hips, smacks the bag off the shelf, making even more of a royal mess.

"I swear, if anyone in chat makes a joke about jelly donuts!!..." she threatens vaguely as she tugs at the sleeves of her gloves, causing them to tighten and snap back.

Then, she comes rushing back across the floor, charging and turning sideways as she starts to slide - aiming to hop up at the last second and collide into Amandine with her own hip check, intending to knock Amandine off-kilter by slamming the side of her powdered hip into the cook's face with a shout of "Have a taste of this!!" and - if she succeeds - aiming to catch Amandine around the throat with her tail before she can hit the ground, capturing her with the surprisingly strong and prehensile appendage. If she does, Amandine would feel a wave of fatigue and possibly light-headedness akin to blood loss as the sinister, serpentine tail would start to sap her essence - not to mention squeezing tight around her neck.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Amandine with Royal Prerogative - Covetous Clutch.

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Amandine         1/---<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>--\-------\0         Lyraelle

When Lyraelle goes flying from the hip check, Amandine feels smugly satisfied. There's a certain amount of Amandine practically fumes, her fists clenched tightly and her foot stomping furiously. "UGH!! I am an ADULT!" She protests. "I'm PROBABLY older than YOU!!" Amandine grabs the chain of Tantalus tightly, pulling it to try and bring it around.

But before she can Lyraelle is right in front of her. All she sees is rear-end as the demonness slams her powdered behind into Amandine's face, hitting the little chef with so much force that she'd practically soar across the kitchen--if the tail wasn't around her throat.

"Hrrrk!" Amandine kicks her legs, her essence getting sapped. "L-leggo!" She flounders, her inferior height making it relatively easy for Lyra to just lift her off the ground. Stealing essence from the little chef may be a bit different than what Lyraelle expects, however. Dipping into the chef's reserves may give Lyraelle some culinary skills, but it comes also with a fiendish hunger. The demonness may feel like the bottom dropped out of her stomach, imbuing her with a downright monstrous appetite.

But as Amandine flounders, something is amiss with Tantalus. The cauldron rumbles and...bubbles, almost on its own...did it always have liquid in it? Was it always steaming? The lid lets just a little heat seep through.

And suddenly Amandine surges with a second wind of strength attempting to tug Tantalus hard, swing him over her head, and bring the cauldron down upon Lyraelle!

COMBATSYS: Amandine successfully hits Lyraelle with Cooking by the Book.

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Amandine         0/-------/------<|>>>>>>>\>>>>---\1         Lyraelle

Slamming the cookpot down heavily, Amandine froths. The little chef lunges in the follow-up, trying to grab hold of the succubus, put her over her tiny shoulder, and slam her down in a stunner. From there, Amandine will try and heft her up, kick open the cauldron, and shove her in head-first!

Battered and bruised, her volume hasn't really lost any steam even if she has to gasp and wheeze to get it out.

"Okay, HOT STUFF!! Let's see how you like being an HORS D'OEUVRE!!"

Lyraelle has always known what it's like to feel a certain emptiness. An insatiable craving. Even before she was what she is now, before the need to take what belongs to her victims and make it her own, she knew what it was to want /more./

She sure as hell hasn't ever felt this /hungry,/ though.

The succubus groans as her tail draws in Amandine's essence - but instead of feeling satiated, she only feels more hungry. Not the way that she did before, draining the gutter punk with the conduit to Gaia - that was an urge to keep taking more than she could handle; this is a rumbling in her stomach that grows the more she feeds. The tail doesn't seem to care - it's latched on like a leech, its owner be damned.



The demoness is dazed by the sudden impact from the cauldron crashing into her cranium, staggering a couple of steps as her tail relinquishes its grip on its captive's neck.


A formless sound of protest is all that the Demon Queen can manage before she's stuffed ass over elbows into the pot.

Tantalus begins to rumble - whatever stew the succubus has been forced into starting to boil rapidly, the heat rising within well above expectation as a smell of brimstone starts to arise.

A few seconds later, Lyraelle bursts out of the lid, a shade or two pinker, with steam rising off of her skin and the pot's contents sluicing off of her skin and dripping out of her hair.

On the plus side, it seems that the sugar's been left behind in the soup.

"I am /NOT/ an /HORS D'OEUVRE!/" the demon queen bellows, before grabbing one of the pots of simmering soup nearby and up-ending it, chugging down the contents heedless of the heat and wiping her lips after with the back of her glove.

"I'M -" she's interrupted by a sudden need to belch "- the whole damn ENCHILADA!"

She grabs a bottle of something - cooking sherry, she finds out, as she knocks it back - then tosses it aside.

"And I hope you like spicy food, 'cause I'm comin' atcha, and I'm the Queen of Caliente!"

With that, Lyraelle leaps into the air, spinning around and jackknifing before her wings thrust forward, sending her backward toward Amandine, plush pink posterior first - aiming to knock the chef down and pin her beneath the succubus!

If she succeeds, her tail will try to snake its way around Amandine's arms, pinning them in place against the Demon Queen to prevent her from pushing the pinker-than-usual hellion off as she tries to sap the fight out of her.

COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Amandine with Royal Requisition - Dark Queen's Throne.

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Amandine         0/-------/<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\-------\0         Lyraelle

Dusting her hands, Amandine sports a fangy, self-satisfied grin when she finishes cramming Lyraelle into the pot. Her hair is a mess, her dress scorched, disheveled, and covered in foam. She blows her hair out of her face, plants her hands on her hips, and cackles like a proper noblewoman.

"Ohh ho ho ho!" Amandine chortles. "I showed that fat-assed b--"

Suddenly Lyraelle bursts out of the pot, leaving Amandine agape. She struggles to reposition, but for a moment she's dumbstruck as Lyra downs a pot of soup, then a bottle of cooking sherry.

"What the--"

Amandine sees nothing but posterior again as Lyraelle seats herself on the tiny chef, slamming her onto the ground with a forceful rumble. The chef bucks, and fights--but to no avail under the demonness's oversized hind-end. The worst she manages to do is give it a solid smack, but even that's stopped when the tail wraps around her wrist and starts draining her strength away.

Eventually, Amandine wheezes and stops fights...though Lyraelle may find her hunger applied all the more for her trouble.

COMBATSYS: Amandine takes no action.

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Lyraelle         0/-------/<<<<<<<|

COMBATSYS: Amandine can no longer fight.

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Lyraelle         0/-------/<<<<<<<|

Smack as she might, the Lolita chef isn't able to dislodge the Demon Queen from her newly chosen throne. As the hell-maiden huffs, chest heaving with each breath, she seems to slowly start to mellow out, leaning back and letting her damp hair spill down her back.

Then, an unearthly growl comes from Lyraelle's gut.

"Okay, you've had enough!" she chastises her tail, wrapping a hand around its rubbery length and yanking it away from its prey before she staggers up to her feet. Her nose crinkles as she sniffs at the air.

"Ugh, I'm gonna need a bath... but first..."

The succubus skips over to a double-doored pantry, grabs a handle with each hand, and yanks it open, revealing Amandine's assistant cowering inside.

"Hi, hon~" the succubus says, tilting her head with a sweet smile. "I'm gonna need you to cook me up a pot of noodles."

Her smile doesn't fade, but her tone shifts from cajoling to commanding as she adds a single word:


Log created on 18:50:40 05/13/2020 by Lyraelle, and last modified on 09:06:00 05/18/2020.