Iron Chef: Reial [OPEN]

[adiosasshole]

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

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Shinjiro looked at the hand, his dramatic entrance somewhat dulled by the welcome. He took the hand and shook it, even though he was still scowling somewhat.

"Shinjiro Aragaki. And I'm here to show you a thing or two." His voice was straight forward and blunt, no joking involved.

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He noticed the tiny smirk, he was an expert at the expression himself after all. But that was just fine. There was nothing wrong with a little pride. And to be honest... he hoped Francis was as good as he claimed, otherwise this would be a waste of his time.

Then there was the offer of drinks. Now he had never heard of drinking before cooking (though he often drank before), but he sure as hell wasn't going to turn down an offer of free booze.

"Sure, why the hell not?" He took the glass and drank, the warmth hitting his guts. Very nice...

"To prep or to cook?."

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He was already looking around at the galley carefully while Francis talked. He was pleased to find that the kitchens weren't THAT different in layout, since the Silvana had a strong military build to her (even if she was much more purple then most navy ships). It wasn't HIS kitchen, of course. Things wouldn't be where HE needed them. And while he hated to admit it, he wouldn't have his assistants here, and he had almost gotten used to them.

So distracted was he, he barely noticed his glass being refilled. Shinjiro did not drink wine, so he had no idea that it was for sipping, not full on drinking. And the sweet flavor made it much harder to tell how much he was REALLY drinking. Another gulp and he felt very nice indeed.

"20 minutes to prep should work. Only one course. I don't want to wear out my welcome... your Captain ain't known for being too friendly..."

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Shinjiro half-glared at the other cook's sputtering, drinking another long drink of the wine. Wow... that stuff tasted really good... But no amount of wine was going to convince him that Francis' flattery was anything but self serving. But whatever, he could handle that.

"2 or 20, I don't care. Pick a number. But if I get arrested, it'll be your ass." With that said he began going through the food stores "You have mirin?" He asked eventually. He had a few ideas already.

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"Five works." Shinjiro replied with a soft snort. He usually hovered between three and five when cooking en-mass for the ship. But this wasn't mass hall food. this was the real shit.

He moved to where Francis gestured, finding the mirin after a little searching. The cork was popped, and he took a quick nip of it, rolling it over his tongue and licking his lips a little. Was still good, not too fermented. And right after he took another drink of the drinking wine. Both drinks buzzed in his head like flies. Perfect.

Following quickly behind was rice and beef and ginger and, surprise of surprises a little sake he had managed to find (he didn't have a thing for cooking with alcohol, honest!) among other things. But after pondering for a few long moments Shinji reached over and snagged his axe from aganst the wall and walked towards the door.

"Be right back, I need something."

[adiosasshole]

On the other hand, while Francis was getting underway, Shinjiro finally made it back. his axe was over one shoulder, and over the other was something large and awkward in a paper bag that looks suspisiously like something from a butchers. And when one says large, they mean LARGE. The Silvana cook plopped the bag on the counter away from from Francis, and started pulling out his prize.

It... looked like a chicken breast and leg, already plucked. If said chicken was the size of a grown man. Shinjiro was a little pissed that the butcher didn't offer pre-cut meat if just for the fact that this was much more meat then he could use in this. But the rest could go home with him to the Silvana, and the specialized taste was what he wanted for this little contest.

After all, very few folks knew the varied flavors and textures of Chocobo these days.

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If Shinjiro noticed the growing crowd, he didn't show it. Normally he'd be raging at the fuckers to get out, but his current mission was too intense to bother, and the wine was calming his normally jagged nerve quite a bit. He was behind Francis in prep, but he didn't mind. Most of the meals he was considering were long prep, fast cook. It would even out.

After he got the bird of and on a chopping board he moved on to other things. Rice was soon on the boil, quite a bit of it in fact, and in a large pot there was already shiitake mushroom seeping for stock, and yet another pot with onions in cold water. Soon he was running around just as eagerly as Francis, getting the ingredients needed and that could slow cook while he tended to other things. Like de-boning that bird. And once he got to that it was with an almost violent gusto. The man obviously knew how to handle a knife.

"It's going." He grunted in reply, either not noticing the taunt, or not caring.

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With his aggressive stance, the chocobo didn't take long at all to divide up. And he was soon back to the other parts of his dishes. The rice was done, and some was put aside, while the rest was slid into a pan. Shinjiro was not very pleased to find out there was no wok in this kitchen, and had to thank SOMETHING that he hadn't decided to go with some kind of stir-fry. He could manage the rice with just a pan if that was all he was doing. A little egg and veggies were added in. Carrots, peas, broccoli, soy-sause and quick fried together. The smells coming from the pan were warm and wonderful, and soon the rice was slid into a large serving dish and covered to finish cooking under it's own heat.

And right away another pot was going with beef, onions and all that booze he had put aside. First dish almost done. A few more nips of booze for the cook as well, right?