WHOSE CUISINE REIGNS SUPREME? [OPEN]

[tidesnpc]

Characters: Cooks, judges, spectators, and of course the MC
Content: WHO WILL BE THE NEXT LIGHTNING CHEF REIAL?
Setting: A field just outside of town, scattered with pavilions.
Time: Around mid-morning
Notes: As was mentioned in the OOC post here, each cook and assistant team will have a thread for food preparation. If your assistant is ICly

Comments

*SNERKDIES* Okay, that was /bad/. XDDD ...ilu ~<3

[destnys_overr8d]

Hellboy had come to the contest mostly because . . . well, he was bored. And kinda hungry, but mostly bored. The festival was nice and all, but really there was only so much to be seen in general. He wasn't a big shopper, and while he'd finally been technically hired onto a ship, he'd not gotten his first pay yet, so money was still tight. But hey . . . free food, right? Once the contest was over anyway. And it was bound to be good. If...exotic.

Hey, either way, he wasn't gonna complain.

The massive demi-human had accepted his little slip of paper stoically and stuffed it in a pocket without even bothering to look at it. Now, he glanced around as murmurs passed through the crowd around him. Either no one had that number, or no one wanted to own up to it. Not that he blamed them. Out of idle curiosity - and knowing his luck - he fished the crumpled slip from his pocket and looked at it.

Turned it over.

Nope, it was pretty clear which way was "up."

Glowing yellow eyes rolled and those closest to him would hear a soft snort. "Tch. Figures." He seriously considered playing dumb, but . . . what the hell.

He pushed carefully through the crowd, ticket held up in one hand - um, his flesh hand.

"Looks like it's everyone's lucky day."

[flailingbento]

Watanuki felt the presence of his assistant before he saw him. It was a heavy supernatural presence, one that made the screws in his magitech eye feel tight. With growing dread, he watched as the person it belonged to extracted himself from the crowd around him and came forward.

To his credit, he did not faint. This was about all that could be said, though. He very much wanted to faint. Or run screaming in the opposite direction. Only the thought of the shame of abandoning Lightning Chef Reial simply because a gigantic red person who positively reeked of the supernatural had appeared to act as his assistant prevented him tearing off right there.

Instead, he made a small noise that he'd sort of intended to be welcoming but came out sounding like fear. Which - he couldn't kid himself - it really was.

[destnys_overr8d]

Hellboy was used to the reaction, if not quite to this degree just for showing up. All he could do now was downplay things and hope the guy didn't crap himself before he pulled his head back together again.

"Hello to you too. Name's Red. So..." He nodded at the spread on the table. "What're we making?"

[flailingbento]

...Making. Making food. Cooking. For Iron Chef Reial. Something clicked in Watanuki's brain. He wasn't going to let himself be intimidated by this... this intimidating person. He had food to make, dammit. He was going to win this. The best chef on Reial couldn't let himself be defeated before he even began cooking, right?

He turned to face Red, trying to ignore the fearful quivering in his stomach that just his presence brought on. Oh, god, I hope he can't smell me. "My name is Kimihiro Watanuki," he said with some semblance of courage, "And we are making mochi."

[destnys_overr8d]

"Kimihiro. Nice ta meet you." Hellboy started to offer his hand but thought better of it. This guy seemed to be barely holding it together as it was. No point pushing the issue . . . even if he wouldn't really be pushing.

What in the hell is mochi?

No doubt the look on his face asked the question for him, but he refrained from saying anything to the effect. He nodded instead, gaze strafing the spread on the table. "Okay. First step? Or how's this go? You work, I fetch?"