Gotta get that sphere [KYRIE]

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grinned slightly, punching her shoulder. "I'd call that a tie. Want to ha--" Oleg was then stopped mid sentence by Walter poking his shoulder and motioning for him to follow. He rose up, following Walter along as he motioned him to sit down onto the table. He proceeded to sit down, blankly looking down at the food with eyebrows raised. It did not look THAT attractive, but... He did not honestly want to hurt Walter's feelings. He noticed another table, and the candle, shrugging slightly. "Oi, Kyrie? Seems like Walter and... Mammon, was it, made us something? I don't know if it's the best, but it's something."

[Kyrie Vyler]

Kyrie held her face in her hands, acting like as if the world had just ended. Her hands dropped as she felt the punch on her shoulder. Ties! Ties were not in her book and neither was losing. The girl stuck her tongue out at him only to see him turn toward his pokemon who didn't even realize got up. Retracting the muscle, she stared after the duo as they left. She sat there idly for about, two seconds; until she realized that Mammon was gone as well. Now that was odd. More worried than curious about what her pokemon had done drove the girl to her feet, walking after the already left duo.

She peaked around the corner to find Oleg and a... table. Her room didn't have a table, heck it didn't even have a kitchen. She was in a stunned awe when the Bolt boy got her attention again. The pokemon made something for them and by the looks of it or at the least the area, it was food. What she found really odd was that pokemon knew how to cook, that Mammon knew how to cook. Warily she walked up to the table, eyeing the contents. In all honesty, it wasn't the worst thing she'd ever seen. Though she wasn't as empathetic as the other trainer, Kyrie's curiosity kept her from running back to the gamesphere. "I didn't know pokemon could cook..."  She did have an idea of using her gluttonous bug to taste-test things but knowing him, he'd just eat everything in a heartbeat.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Well. I'd more presume Walter just fire punched the meat and took edible vegetables from the fridge. How about, we eat, and then we have our final deciding match? Of course, I will win that, but I like to give my opponents some chances to win." Oleg grinned, slowly taking a piece of the meat, and nibbling on it. It was not raw, really, but not the best cooked either. Oleg shrugged, then tasting a piece of the salad. It was nice enough as well. He then begun to eat at a faster pace, not too ravenously, but still, rather fast. "It's safe."

[Kyrie Vyler]

Apparently pokemon understood the basics of fire though she didn't have the slightest clue of why that was. They ate berries didn't they? Along with the occasional worm if they were a bird or whatever. Either way Kyrie found it to be a wonder. But not as much of a wonder as Oleg who claimed he was going to be able defeat. She chuffed, yeah that wasn't going to happen. Still she pulled up a seat to the table, much more shyly and delicately tearing at the pieces of meat. She didn't really eat 'real' food so the girl didn't even notice its mediocrity. It was meat and vegetables, that's all she needed to know. Besides he said it was safe so that meant it was good. Plain and simple. She tried to hurry up, seeing her companion's ravenous pace but alas, she was much slower. Must've been because she was a girl or rather she was raised in a very rich household. Once again the girl's manners got the better of her...

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg was half way trough his steak as he looked to Kyrie, noticing that she was eating rather slowly, and in a much finer way. He blushed out of embarassment a bit, not used to eating in a finer manner as he watched the way she ate, then trying to do the same. He slowly got the hang of it, succumbing to eating faster for periods of time before stopping completely and observing her again, before once more trying to imitate her style.

Walter simply watched the two, and the way Oleg tried to eat. He tilted his head slightly, looking to Mammon as he shrugged. Atleast they had gotten their attention from the console to something else.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Trying to focus more on eating quickly, Kyrie completely missed Oleg trying to slow down to her pace. She only noticed when Mammon interrupted, pawing her for some food as well. Of course she didn't mind sharing a few bites with her needy espeon, cutting of a piece for him when she noticed Oleg trying to copy her manners. That was when her face turned beat red, returning to eating like as if she never noticed. Alas she couldn't do it. "You don't need to wait for me. Mammon can play." Actually she didn't know if the espeon knew exactly how a controller worked but the thing seemed to nod as if saying he could do it. He probably wanted revenge for stealing his trainer away. Peaceful revenge if peaceful meant he didn't toss people out windows.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg gulped awkwardly, looking around slightly. "Okay. Oi, Walter, you have a taste of it too." He rose up, motioning for Walter to sit where he was as he then headed over to the console, going to the character selection screen as he waited for the Espeon to come iover. He cursed himself, still trying to get the faint flaring blush away.

Walter sat onto where Oleg was, his eyebrow raised slightly as he shrugged, beginning to eat, not minding to use forks, simply using his hands as he munched on the food happily. Once he finished after a few minutes, Walter stared to Kyrie, as if trying to find out something mysterious and deep about her.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Oleg wasn't the only one to feel all awkward after that. Kyrie's face beat red still, trying to cool her face down by distracting herself with Mammon. She gave him a few more pieces of meat before letting him bound off after Oleg, an evil little smile on his face. Kyrie was rather glad that it was pokemon at the table, returning to eating while her blush subsided; unaware of the electabuzz's attempts at trying to read her. The only thing he would see was how she held herself, eating quietly despite attempting to speed up, the results of what some others might call 'good breeding'. Kyrie would just call it common sense, that had lessons pounded into her head by her mother when she was young. They did often bring associates home and when she was forced to go down for just the little while, they had always wanted to make sure that she showed herself properly. Of course she never did stay for the whole dinner party, often fleeing back up to her room into her NEET nest when introductions were settled but that was another story.

Mammon had caught up to the guy, now taking a seat where his trainer had been. Lacking thumbs and hands in general, the espeon relied on his mind powers. His glowing eyes looked at his 'opponent' challengingly. The espeon had seen Kyrie play enough games to understand the basics and what did what. Now he just had to put one and one together and own this flaring human.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg picked up the controller, stretching fingers slightly. "Lessee if you're as good as your trainer." Oleg then moved to back his character, going from character to character as he then picked his original pick from the first battle. He then stared to the kitchen for a while, shrugging as he then waited for Mammon to make his choice. Did the pokemon even know what to pick? Eh, it wouldn't matter.

Walter continued examining the girl. She seemed rather basic and shy, and she ate slowly for whatever reason. That's the thing Walter could not understand. WHy would oleg like someone who ate slowly, when he had eaten fast ever since the two had met? Was there something he missed here? Walter simply stroked his chin, determined to find out what made Oleg so interested. Walter could not understand it, but he was determined to find out the mystery here.

[Kyrie Vyler]

The espeon literally 'hmphed' at the challenge, going into a cat stretch before sitting down. He didn't move a single inch yet the controller buzzed with activity. Soon enough a character was selected, one who had a good offense and stamina but lacked in defense - like himself. This was going to be like a psychic against a fighter. Easy peasy.

Now it was obvious she wasn't going to be able to finish all of the food by herself, Kyrie paused for a moment then called out, "Mammon, did we bring Beezlebub?" The espeon was still waiting at the loading screen when a ball came flying into the kitchen, releasing a little metal ant. A little metal ant who paid no attention to the one who had defeated a battle ago but rather to the food on it. It was clear that he wasn't going to give up a single piece, munching and devouring anything in sight. Problem solved, Kyrie got up from her seat, leaving the steel ant to 'his' meal; moving back to the game room. She wanted to see how well Mammon would do, to see if he could actually play.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grinned slightly as he stretched his fingers, now completely in the mood. He had the touch, he had the power. He did not hear or see anything expect the screen, not noticing Kyrie as he then begun to match. He immidietly dashed for Mammon's character, this time deciding to do dedicated combos at him, then leap back and avoid, rinse and repeat. He grinned as he did this, his fingers flying across the buttons.

Walter let out a shrug as Kyrie left, staring at the ant instead with keen interest. He then let out a happy cry as it begun to devour the food. Someone atleast enjoyed his food! He proceeded to continue watch the ant, smiling like a small child as the fruits of his labour were devoured.

[Kyrie Vyler]

It was on now. As the screen popped into the setting area, Mammon sent started off with his characer ranging Oleg's. Chipping in combo hits while his charcter dashed at him and jumping to avoid end combos. The controller moved at an incredible place, like as if he himself had hands and was mashing the buttons. In the background, Kyrie just watched. A bit in awe to see her espeon use knowledge she didn't know he possessed. Proof that anything a human could do, pokemon did it better.

Back in the kitchen, Beezlebub was still munching away. Going as far to try and eat the tableware when he finished off the steaks. Spotting the salad next the ant charged on over to the greens, munching those up hungrily and cleaning the plate of everything except for his own slobber.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grunted as Mammon was surprisingly good at the game, zoning him and avoiding his combos. This continued for a while, with Oleg building his energy meter. He thought about his chances for a moment. He could use his super, but what if he dropped again? He did not enjoy the fact that he was laughed at, but at the same time, it WAS a pretty cure laugh. He then activated the special, dashing around the arena, hitting Mammons character repeteadly, falling off the edge... Before grabbing onto it, dangling from it.

Meanwhile, Walter noticed that Beezlebub was almost eating the tableware, letting out a "Buzz!" as he then moved to the bug, waggling his finger at it, trying to make it understand that the table was not the thing that should be eaten. Not at all.

[Kyrie Vyler]

Mammon was winning, new to gaming in general and the espeon was winning. Against someone who was practically like a pro no less! A pro who liked to throw himself off the stage that was. Both the espeon and Kyrie watched Oleg did the same thing he did with Kyrie - zigzaging, bug bits, and the falling. Couldn't forget the falling. Only this time his character hung off the ledge. Alas, Mammon was smarter than to just go and kick him off. The espeon chose to shoot at the hanging opponent, keeping away in case he decided grabbing was to be his lifesaver. A smart move Kyrie did say so herself.

Beezlebub had been finishing off the vegetation when Walter tried to convince him that he was not to eat the tableware. The ant looked at him, his steel complexion unable to actually show emotions. Then he turned away, this time aiming for the 'drinks' Mammon made, skillfully tilting it so that he would get every little bitter-sweet sip. There was some hint of tomato as well as the more common fruits, marshmellows, and the occasional hard crunch of a seed. The bug didn't seem to mind though.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg grinned. See, this character had one special move that was considered to be a space waster, really. He could reflect projectiles, but only while rising from edges. Think of it as a way to keep one safe from dropping from someone zoning you while hanging onto a edge. Oleg then proceeded to suddenly rise up, doing a spin kick as the projectile got kicked straight back towards the poor character! "Hah, TAKE THAT!"

Walter sighed, watching the ant proceed to drink down the... Whatever the hell Mammon had made. He simply slumped over back to where Oleg had sat, beginning to drink down the drink Oleg had forgotten there.