Battle Tofu-Shibuya vs. Tako

[gourmetchairman]

Eleventy billion years ago, this nutter's dream became reality, as he used his wealth (how'd he get it anyway) to create Kitchen Stadium and the Gourmet Academy. Fast forward to today, where his nephew carries on the tradition of nuttiness in America, and he's found an opportunity to do so in Scotland

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[bowchickamaou]

Accompanied by Wolfram, with the demon sword Morgif in its scabbard at his side, Shibuya Yuuri walked into the makeshift Kitchen Stadium, an uncertain smile on his face.

"Hi!"

[gourmetchairman]

"Welcome to my stadium." Ignore the fact that it's not his. "I have heard that your curry is renowned for promoting peace in your land."

[wolfram_jyari]

"And I have been assured that plague would not be an ingredient during these proceedings," Wolfram said to both Yuuri and Kaga. He stood behind Yuuri, holding himself with careful wariness.

[bowchickamaou]

Yuuri tried to look brave and excited. Instead, he looked like he was trying not to throw up. The sword Morgif made a hooting sound from the mouth of its facelike pommel.

"Shh, Morgif! This is a serious cooking competition!"

Morgif hooted some more.

"Ah, Kaga-san, it's an honor to compete in your stadium," Yuuri said loudly, trying to drown out the sound of his irrepressibly noisy sword. "I look forward to making the curry according to my mother's famous peace-promoting recipe!"

[unluckiest_star]

Starman drifted quietly down behind Kaga from his watching-place in the rafters. He wasn't sure what judging one of these things entailed, but he figured he'd watch and wait for his moment.

[tako_time]

Tako hopped into the room in his bucket and waved at the Chairman. "It's soooo nice to have me on," he said. "Not many people need a guest chef these days."

[bowchickamaou]

Yuuri boggled at the bucketed octopus. Bucketed, was that a word? Yuuri didn't know! Anyway this was really weird! And Yuuri had seen a lot of weird animals in his brief time as Maou of Shin Makoku.

He grinned and waved at the octopus anyway.

[tako_time]

Tako waved back with five of his eight arms. "Hey!' he said cheerfully. "Would you like an autograph?"

[bowchickamaou]

"Sure!" said Yuuri. His attitude as Maou had always been that protocol shouldn't get in the way of making friends. Even though he was supposed to be battling against the octopus Iron Chef, he wanted to befriend him/her/it. "Would you like mine?"

[bread_clown]

Not wanting to upstage Kaga at his own show, Pierrot quietly made his way to his seat at the judges table, As quietly as one can while balancing at what apperead to be a large beach ball with his own face on it. He took his seat and somehow managed to hide the large ball in his clothing.

Cradling his head in his hand with elbows on the table in front of him, Pierrot listened with rapt attention.

[edomedpeddler]

Kusuriyuri sat quietly at the table. This promised to be interesting, if for nothing other than to see how other types of food were prepared. He set his medicine case behind him, should he need it.

[bread_clown]

Pierrot studied Kusu as he sat down at the table. He extended a white gloved hand and whispered quietly, as not to interrupt the goings on.

"Pierrot Bolneze, Prince of Monaco, Leader of Quedam, and world class clown! Nice to meet you."

[edomedpeddler]

Kusuriyuri took the proferred hand. "I am just a simple medicine peddler," he replies as softly. "This is our first meeting. I have not met a clown before," he adds.

[bread_clown]

Pierrot smiled "Simple nothing! I bet there is more to you than meets the eye. World class clowns can tell that type of thing you know." He winked at the peddler.

"Well, if this is your first time meeting a clown, I guarantee you'll forever be disappointed that other clowns you may meet don't measure up!"