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| Stall Days; [P] Kurma | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mon Aug 15, 2011 4:06 am (294 Views) | |
| Bear Cook | Mon Aug 15, 2011 4:06 am Post #1 |
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Banagher stood proud, he had gotten enough money from working at taverns that he has his own small stall... unfortunately it didn't seem to be getting much business, it was little more then a small wooden structure that he had a fire under a sheet of metal, heating it up to fry things as he had a cauldron underneath, keeping what ever contents in it piping hot for use. He had made a sign that told the people outside about his foreign foods, he had only gotten a few people to eat there and his prices were slightly higher then other places because he used higher quality meat, vegetables, and other food stuffs. He even went as far as putting on shows as he made the foot, using his two spatulas to stack the insides of an onion up, pour oil into it and then use his create spark spell to causing a gush of flames to rise from the onion volcano as he shouted, 'Boom!' It had done little for his sales. He watched the crowd go by, then again he was a rather odd looking man, he was far to tall for the normal elf even with his pointed ears which were also rather large. He sighed as he looked down at his apron, it was spotless, a small testament to his skill since he had served several rather messy dishes and had not gotten a single bit of oil or sauce on it. He decided he might as well try to get people to eat here by calling out, "Come get some exotic foods from across the world! Made to your specific order right in front of you! Come and get it while the plate is hot and ready to be used, come on folks this might be a once in a lifetime opportunity!" A few people seemed to think about it before walking away, maybe he should just quit while he was only slightly in the hole... wait, no, it wasn't about the money, it was about feeding people and improving his skill. He continued on calling out to people, trying to attract attention to his stall. |
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| Kurma | Mon Aug 15, 2011 6:37 am Post #2 |
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Cascadia was beautiful, a city of serenity and majesty, albeit man-made beauty. The place was a horrific mausoleum of wasted resources, an abomination of sculpted nature, but Kurma couldn't help but admire its use. He had a certain appreciation for art; he certainly wasn't a cranky old man. Art was not a waste of nature, art was a form of its worship. His own shell was evidence of this, painted with a variety of red spiritual symbols and designs. Kurma's people were an artistic race, and similar hieroglyphs were common on his people's shells. "Come get some exotic foods from across the world! Made to your specific order right in front of you! Come and get it while the plate is hot and ready to be used, come on folks this might be a once in a lifetime opportunity!" he heard from down the street, and his curiosity was piqued. Lumbering down the street, he approached the stall of a man who could be described as an enormous elf. He stood at least six feet and a half tall, several heads taller than the turtle. His hair was blond and seemed to stick out at unbelievable angles, and his eyes were shining emeralds, visible even from the distance at which Kurma viewed him. Approaching the stall, he asked the man, "Do you serve anything without meat in it?" expecting the usual: cheese and bread. |
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| Bear Cook | Mon Aug 15, 2011 3:39 pm Post #3 |
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He saw the old turle man walk towards him and he smiled, new customers were only one step away from new friends, he chuckled when he asked about meat, "I can make anything sir, one dish without meet coming up, I hope you don't mind grains though." He quickly went to work, taking out onions, tomatoes, even a baggie of rice which he dumped onto the hot plate. He scooped up the rice with his spatulas and tossed it around, slicing the tomatoes with the spatulas quickly and easily, he diced them to mix and cook with the rice. He brought out a carrot and quickly diced that to, mixing it in with the rice, he moved along to the onion, taking out the inner rings and stacking them up until they resembled a conical shape, he poured oil inside and concentrated his magic, his incantation was rather odd, it was short but used a word most people would think children would link with magic, "Boom!" He snapped his fingers and a jet of flame erupted from the cone of onions, cooking the inside as he smiled. Once the flames resided he cut up the onion and let it cook with the rice, tossing it around a bit, it was almost done. He scooped up a head of lettuce, ripping out the internal parts and hollowing it out to a leafy shell, thick enough to hold the rice, he had needed to get creative since he lacked bowls, but had a spoon and fork for his customers. He scooped the fried vegetable rice up into the lettuce bowl and placed it in front of him, a spoon sticking out of the top, he was still smiling, "Eat on my friend, oh, yes, you may call me Banagher. What is your name sir?" He still smiled easily, making a new dish was fun, he had done the onion volcano before but he had never added tomato instead of meat or egg into the rice, he hoped the juices would soak into the rice and give it a richer flavor, not to mention it would also make the rice easier to swallow since the tomato juices weren't as sticky as the rice and would have let it go down the gullet easier. |
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| Kurma | Mon Aug 15, 2011 7:38 pm Post #4 |
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Kurma watched the elf prepare his food with a sort of fascination. He wielded magic to help him cook, which, while the turtle disapproved, was certainly fascniating. He observed passively as the chef sliced vegetables and greens, and prepared grains and seeds that he had never heard of. He had to admit, the elf was a skilled chef, and he was rather inventive too. The smell of the dish was quite enticing. Finally, the elf went on to fill what appeared to be a volcano of onion with a sort of viscous fluid. Kurma was unfamiliar with it, but he could recognize it as unnatural, and his scaly lips pursed into a frown. The food smelled wonderful, but the method with which an artist performs his craft is not always... acceptable. The giant elf shouted a word, "Boom!" and Kurma felt a wave of heat wash over him. Fire erupted from the top of the onion cone, before falling, and Banagher sliced up the onions, throwing them in with Kurma's rice. When the concoction was cooked, "Eat on my friend. Oh, yes, you may call me Banagher. What is your name, sir?" the elf asked as he slid the dish to the turtle, in a bowl of lettuce. Kurma wasn't entirely unfamiliar with spoons, but they were a tool he was unaccustomed to, his people using chopsticks traditionally. "My name is Kurma, and I thank you for this meal. How much of your currency do I owe you?" he asked, taking a spoonfull of the mixture to his lips and sliding it apprehensively into his mouth. For a moment, he closed his eyes; it was good, whatever it was, better than the bread and cheese he would get in a pub if he asked for a meatless meal. |
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| Bear Cook | Mon Aug 15, 2011 8:27 pm Post #5 |
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He smiled as he saw him enjoy the meal, "Hmmm I'll make you a deal, it's free if you spread the word about me, publicity doesn't come cheap and it's a lot easier to just give out a few free meals here and there to get some word of mouth out to people's friends. It'll make me happy to have more customers, it'll make me better a chef and I'll be able to fill empty bellies with some good food." He used the spatulas to quickly wipe off the excess from his hot plate, dumping it into a bucket he had for garbage. He sighed as he takes out a few balls of rice, devouring one quickly, "I've been traveling the world to learn of different tastes, all the food from different countries and continents always taste different, curry from the north is abnormally hot to keep away chills, while curry from the Istan City is more mild, while curry from the Astendan isles gives a slight sour aftertaste that compliments the meal, and that's just simple curry." He smiled as he ate most of the rice balls, leaving two out, he placed them next to the turtle, "I figured since you prefer veggies over meat you should try the rice balls, all natural, just some sticky rice, kelp, and on the inside some of the sweetest berry assortments you'll ever taste." He looked to see a second customer walk in, he took his order and prepared to make it. He quickly put on some thick gloves, taking the hot plate off the fire and placing it behind him, having it lean against the side of his stall, he took out some diced up meat and placed it onto skewers, along with onions, tomatoes, and green peppers, cooking it over it. He put more wood on the fire, watching it leap up to cook the kabob. He handed the man the two sticks of meat and veggies and took a few silver, just slightly more then the ingredients cost. He placed the hot plate back on and took out a flask of water, drinking a bit from it, "Want a drink sir? Free of charge of course, it's only water after all." He placed the canteen down and started to pick through his stock, he had plenty of fruit left, maybe he should make something appealing for women to eat, something flashy, colorful, and very sweet. |
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| Kurma | Wed Aug 17, 2011 6:03 am Post #6 |
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Kurma was surprised that such a bizarre meal could be so delicious, and he simply ate, enjoying his food as the elf spoke, rambling on and on about foods from around the world. He was slightly interested in these different kinds of "curries," something Kurma himself had never heard of before. This strange, magical chef was surely knowledgeable when it came to food. It didn't take just his words, though to convince him of this. The food was a fascinating blend of flavors, but the turtle's favorite was the ingenious use of the lettuce bowl. Kurma loved lettuce. The rice was nice, too, though. He had never eaten rice before, but he loved it, despite not knowing what it was. "I figured since you prefer veggies over meat you should try the rice balls, all natural, just some sticky rice, kelp, and on the inside some of the sweetest berry assortments you'll ever taste," Banagher said, sliding balls of rice towards him, as he finished his meal. Kurma, excited to eat more rice, plopped one of the rice balls into his mouth. They were much sweeter than his previous meal, and equally delectable. "Want a drink sir? Free of charge of course, it's only water after all," the elf offered, and Kurma nodded with a mouthful of the sticky rice. |
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| Bear Cook | Wed Aug 17, 2011 1:21 pm Post #7 |
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He gave the turtle-man the canteen, smiling as he saw him drink from it, taking it back when he was done, nodding to him. He decided he might as well make his own food, he wiped off his knife using his white apron, proceeding with the task of cutting up the fruits, only throwing away parts he considered unusable, even the juices were used, scraping it off into the canteen, a fruity drink would be refreshing later on. He smiled at the diced fruits and took out his own spoon, eating the fruit slowly, while he hadn't really done anything that was the beauty of fruit, it tasted good with or without the chef meddling with it. He ate it quickly, but still fully enjoyed the plethora of tastes mingling in the bowl, "You're lucky to have eaten here sir, we're only going to be up for another two... maybe three days tops, I'm hoping to leave before the extortion rackets come in." He had seen them before when he was buying the parts and ingredients to open his food stall, they weren't nice people, wrecking bread, destroying small stalls, worst of all they beat a child who was only trying to protect his mother's wares, poor kid was puking blood by the time he had gotten him to a healing guild. He sat down on a small stool he had borrowed, making him look much smaller then he actually was. His smile faded though, instead it was replaced with an angry glare, he looked up at the three men heading for his stall, the same three men that had savagely beat a child. A man with a large scar across his face was the leader, he walked up and looked down at Banagher, "Yer tha' new stall here... well we're just here to collect our 'rental fee' from using our street, ya get it?" His two buddies chuckled for only a second, Banagher grinned and stood up, revealing himself to be nearly a foot taller then the three men. He opened the side of the stall and walked out, looking down at them all the while, "I have nothing for scum like you, I saw what you did to a child who only wanted to stop you from wrecking his mother's wares, I've been waiting to even the score for the child..." One pulled out a knife, but it was to late, Banagher sent a left uppercut into one's jaw, continuing the twist to send a round house kick to the temple of the next man, and he simply grabbed the man with a scar, lifting him up like a baby and threw him straight down, the men were out cold, good. A few other stalls and store owners walked out, wondering what the commotion was. Banagher looked to them and quickly gave out orders, "These guys will only be knocked out for a bit, someone grab some rope while someone else runs for a guard... move it people." He saw one of them run inside, he realized that was the general store, they sold long lengths of rope, while he saw the smith's son run down the street towards one of the town squares, guards would be there. He smiled as he went back into his stall, sitting back down on his stool, "Sorry about that sir... I'm not one to look at extortion or child beaters well, makes me hot under the collar, I'm not a fan of fighting unless I have to though." He took out his knife and began slicing carrots, when night fell people would be wanting a strong stew, he would have to start making it now to let the broth thicken. |
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| Kurma | Thu Aug 18, 2011 3:12 am Post #8 |
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The tortoise watched the scene with disapproval. Men like these did not deserve to be present on the streets. Extortionists, criminals, scum. Banagher had allowed them more mercy than he would have given. Frankly, if Kurma had not been surrounded on all sides by deadly drops to the ground, he would have struck them down and fled the lawmen. "You were kinder to those men than I would have been," Kurma said in response to the elf, a scowl on his face. "Perhaps this is a virtue, your pity." OOC
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| Bear Cook | Thu Aug 18, 2011 3:37 am Post #9 |
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He shrugged, "I just believe that death should be reserved for those who can't be redeemed, it may seem stupid to most people... but I want to believe that everyone, at their core, has good intentions. There is more to life then the black and white of evil, like beans for example, there are black beans which are tough and hard to swallow and there are white beans that are soft and go down easy. Though there are also red beans, grey beans, many colored beans, just like good and evil, it's not only black and white, but also the shades in between." He looked at the sky, the sun slowly setting, it was time for the workers from the docks to get off work, that means a lot of hungry men would be walking through. He looked at the old turtle and nodded to him, "Is there anything else you would like to eat sir? I can make a small bowl of straight tomato and vegetable soup if ya like, or maybe something for your sweet tooth to enjoy?" He started chopping up celery, moving it over with the carrots as he continued slicing up other vegetables. He smashed a tomato with a small wooden device, until it became a fine paste, which he added to the water, he watched it turn red and took out another two tomatoes, doing the same thing, but adding the tomato sauce slowly, making sure not to make it to thick. He smiled as he saw it become a deep shade of red, it was perfect. He put the bowl down he had used to hold the sauce, some was left in it. He dumped the carrots, celery, and other vegetables into the pot and put more wood under the fire, letting it burn higher to allow it to cook faster. He smiled as he looked at his creation, tomato and vegetable soup, if they wanted meat he could cook it on the hot plate and put it in afterward. |
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| Kurma | Thu Aug 18, 2011 3:58 am Post #10 |
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Kurma nodded, stroking his chin philosophically as he contemplated the elf's response. "Good and evil is not a religion to which I subscribe," the turtle stated. "The mind is more complex than that," he said, and he gave a little rap on his skull with his right hand as he did so, offering the chef a smile of humor. "I believe that the only good is truth, and the only way to define truth is to observe its roots. By observing nature, the phenomena that occur on their own, without the coaxing of meddling hands, it is possible perhaps to grasp what it is to be good, what it is to be evil, but when one refuses to comply to the laws of nature, one has rejected the quest for truth. And while this may not be evil in itself, it is the path towards the falsest evil a heart may know. Do you understand?" This had been Kurma's philosophy for the many centuries he had lived, a moral code among his people. Did he believe his people were good? No. Did he believe his philosophy was truth? Not necessarily, but he was a devout soul, and much of his life involved observation of nature, witnessing the natural processes which brought everything together. His soul was an old one, and as such, he had time to be as slow as he liked. |
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| Bear Cook | Fri Aug 19, 2011 2:45 am Post #11 |
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He nodded, thinking about what he said, it was true to a degree... but he couldn't agree with it, "I know what you mean... but I can't believe that. If someone that meddles with a plant's growth can either stunt it or make it grow faster, the same can be said of humans. People with a good heart and a will to help others will make the best of any situation... like bread. There are all kinds of different breads depending on the grain, the additional ingredients, time of cooking, and the one preparing it. The grain of life is the core of the human soul, depending on the additional mishaps and meetings with other ingredients the bread's flavor and color will change, the hands that mold it are the people that you surround yourself with, surrounding yourself with bad people and your bread will not be kneaded carefully and will be carelessly tossed around. But a good person will help them and knead the bread and make it ready to be put in the oven. Then finally the time, the years you've lived will help shape your mind and will mature to look back on those days, good memories and bad memories both... but sometimes even those will all good memories will come out as burnt bread. Observation isn't simply enough, we must be good people and lead the way by my life's example, help others to make this world a better place." He hoped he didn't sound foolish, but that was what he honestly felt, if everyone would start putting down their arms and earn honest livings, helping those who are to poor and taking care of the sick... the world would be the perfect place, though he knew it was just a dream, but it was a dream he was going to keep on working on as he traveled the world, using his culinary skill to feed the hungry and poor. |
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| Kurma | Fri Aug 19, 2011 6:32 am Post #12 |
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Kurma listened intently to the man's speech, nodding occasionally. His face was a look of contemplation. This elf had good intentions, it was true, and his heart was in the right place, but he seemed to reject the old tortoise's philosophy, informing him of his own, a philosophy riddled with strange bread-metaphors that, in many ways, were lost on Kurma. A relatable metaphor was a lost art, these days, especially among the men of great cities, who occupied themselves more with business and currency that art and nature. Banagher was an exception in one way, at least. "I like you, Banagher," Kurma said, and he smiled at the elf, taking a sip from his water. "I will spread word of your shop for you, and I hope that you will take my words to heart. Strive to learn, and to love," he said, as he prepared to part from the stall, when there was a crash to his left. A chair collided with Banagher's stall, and Kurma's turned his body around in his seat, more interested in the offender than the offense. A very tall, slim man stood accompanied by three shorter, muscle-bound men and a woman, one of them holding another chair, prepared to throw it too. The man had dark, slicked back hair and a long, thin mustache that curled up on the ends. He was dressed in an illustrious suit that he had taken from a tailor as compensation: as "rent." "You hurt my comrade?" the man asked in a very thick accent, and he pinched the ends of his mustache between his spindly, white fingers, curling them further upwards. "He come to collect tax, and this is how you pay him?" the stranger said, and the shorter men, presumably his henchmen, threw the men Banagher had struck earlier, still hog-tied and unconscious, onto the ground before them. "I come for my tax," the man said, taking a step forward, and his henchmen mimicked the action, closing in as well. OOC
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| Bear Cook | Fri Aug 19, 2011 2:28 pm Post #13 |
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Banagher looked around the streets, they were empty, windows were being covered, it was obvious they didn't want to get involved with this man. Banagher sighed and walked out from his stall, "I'm not gonna pay any kind of rent, I'll do the same as last time and knock you guys out." He raised his arms up and started shifting, his body growing taller, his hair turning brown, his arms and legs lengthening, small blunt claws form on his hands as his arms grow thicker, it was complete, his hybrid form, he was a were-bear. He stood up tall, his hands by his sides, he was now quite a bit larger and a lot more muscular, "I don't think you want to take on a were-bear... I suggest you leave." He saw them only smirk... that couldn't be good. He would have to fight them and take them down, one by one. He watched as two of them men came after him, he would first have to knock them out. He knocked away a punch coming at his face and brought his knee up into the stomach of the other man. Spinning, he brought a left hook into the first man's temple, a good solid hit, Banagher hopped back, looking at his stunned and winded opponent, only to frown when they drew knives, this wasn't going to end well at all at this rate. |
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