Iron Chef: Reial [OPEN]
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki, Francis Bonnefoy, and anyone on the Victoria II who wants to watch
Content: His pride jabbed by Francis' boasting, Shinji challenges the new cook to a battle of skill
Setting: Kitchen of the Victoria
Time: Afternoon-ish
Warnings: Madness. Possible nudity and drunkiness
Notes: Anyone wanting to watch/judge/mock, please do so in a seperate thread. Ty~
Something about the accented voice on the Network rubbed Shinji the wrong way. He didn't know what... but he trusted his guts on most things. He respected most other cooks, but that level of ego make his hackles rise. The best had no reason to boast. Part of him realized that he, a Vohemaro born and true, might not be the most welcome person on the imfamous Voctoria II. Ad as a crewman of the Silvana (also born and true) the same could be said, after metal spiders and the like.
But the rest of him didn't care. He needed a good rumble, even if it was over a stove rather then with fist and axe. So there was no hesitation as he stomped up the gangplank and headed to where his instincts were telling his the kitchen was, though it took a few hit and misses to get it right.
"BONNEFOY!"
Content: His pride jabbed by Francis' boasting, Shinji challenges the new cook to a battle of skill
Setting: Kitchen of the Victoria
Time: Afternoon-ish
Warnings: Madness. Possible nudity and drunkiness
Notes: Anyone wanting to watch/judge/mock, please do so in a seperate thread. Ty~
Something about the accented voice on the Network rubbed Shinji the wrong way. He didn't know what... but he trusted his guts on most things. He respected most other cooks, but that level of ego make his hackles rise. The best had no reason to boast. Part of him realized that he, a Vohemaro born and true, might not be the most welcome person on the imfamous Voctoria II. Ad as a crewman of the Silvana (also born and true) the same could be said, after metal spiders and the like.
But the rest of him didn't care. He needed a good rumble, even if it was over a stove rather then with fist and axe. So there was no hesitation as he stomped up the gangplank and headed to where his instincts were telling his the kitchen was, though it took a few hit and misses to get it right.
"BONNEFOY!"