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| Ragna Skull | Mar 21 2016, 01:08 PM Post #1 | ||||
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"All set! Here's your order!~" "Umm, er thanks!" The young boy tried his best to puff out his chest and wink at the waitress/chef that served him and his group the steaming hot plate of paella, a favorite among the locals. The scent was strong and the rich aroma of the seafood was enough to make one's mouth water. Still, he and a few other were more likely drooling at the server's hips as she walked away, blowing them a kiss. Hushed tones began crossing across that table claiming that the show of affection was for one and not the other. All of which Rory could pick up and giggled to herself as she went back to the kitchen. Well, I suppose it was more of a stall really. The food stand had a few stoves constantly going and only Rory manned them all. Yet she did so with speed and efficiency that kept her stand competing with established restaurants around the area. She didn't have to pay staff or much rent either so you could saw that, as far as sheer profits were concerned, she was making far more than the other restaurant owners in this sector. The stand had been here for a little over a year and it had already made headlines around Rowanoke and some even around Aquilia. If you were passing through the northern part of Rowanoke you simply had to stop and sample a dish at the Seaside Royale. Cheesy name but Rory really only picked it up while juggling names for the span of 5 minutes or so. While there was a set menu, Rory often took requests and ended up serving dishes native to Wyleid, Aquilia, Attica, and even Neva. Lots of people and goods flooded through Rowanoke so she was able to sample tastes from all over prior to setting up shop here. And it was this versatility that really brought people in. Today was rather ordinary but Rory found herself just going through the motions. She felt like even though her stand received a lot of attention, her development as a chef was becoming steadily stagnant. Maybe because of the sudden stagnation of foreigners? She had noticed that travelers from the West and North had become far fewer. She really should catch herself up on current events. While she waited on the latest batch of shrimp to cook, she let her mind drift off and allowed herself to rest her chin on her hand, propping up her head to stare at the clear blue skies . She let out a sigh. Maybe I should start traveling again... |
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| Flambe | Mar 28 2016, 01:45 PM Post #2 | ||||
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Shore leave, as Fou would call it, consisted of a few days of lazing about on shore before getting bored and sailing off for a few months again. As the rather inexperienced captain of her own boat, the young noble could set whatever rules she wanted. That she hadn't abused her privileges yet was astounding to her crew. They were all veterans, men who had seen the worst excesses that the Labelles could think of. That she had given them time to go about on land and actually unwind for once had been heartily cheered once she declared her intent. That they all scattered and left her alone once the boarding ramp hit the dock was to be expected, but she was still rather miffed at her crew. They could've waited for her to give them permission, even if she had preferred to walk by herself. With a huff, Fou walked towards a certain stall. The hungry noble had heard much about the Seaside Royale, and she was in some dire need of exotic flavours. Given her origins, she had no problem sharing biscuit and beer with the men, seeing as how the relative small size of her ship couldn't support much in the way of livestock or vegetation. She would have to bring that up later, after their next expedition concluded. The smell of paella confirmed that she had really been missing out on good cuisine. In fact, it made her wonder if this reputable chef was as good, if not even better than the cooks indentured to the Labelles. As she approached, Fou took note of the white haired woman spacing out on the counter. Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly calmed down. No need to be surprised. She had known plenty of people who were a lot more attractive than they had any right to be. "Hey-" The girl stopped herself. She had been speaking with her normal voice there. No way that'd fly. Clearing her throat slightly, she began to speak slowly, in a lilting tone more suited to one of noble blood. "Hello. Might you have a menu ready?" She couldn't really pull off genteel, though she could do courteous. Old habits were hard to kick, after all. |
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| Ragna Skull | May 15 2016, 07:25 PM Post #3 | ||||
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Rory's inner thoughts were interrupted by a sudden "Hey" that drifted into her ear. She blinked cluelessly for a moment, her crimson eyes darting around before she remembered that this was her restaurant and she was likely being addressed here. "Hmm?" Her vampiric hearing allowed her to zero in on the voice and find a cute little red head as the owner of the voice. Involuntarily, she sniffed the air and her pupils dilated for a fraction of a second. What in the overworld was that aroma?! It was sweet, yet bitter. Smooth, yet creamy. Had Rory not been raised over the course of hundred of years as a princess she would have been drooling. It's her! She smells...delicious! The entire process, which felt like a good span of time, was rushing through Rory's mind in milliseconds and her face kept her usual flirty smile that she showed to customers. The smile turned somewhat more sinister as she caught the change in the girl's pitch. Ooooh? she cooed within the confines of her mind what's this? "Sure do" she smiled, tapping the paper menus that were stacked to her left with two slender, ivory fingers "don't let it limit you though, there's nothing I can't cook" As if to solidify her claim, she raised her leg and kicked down; swiftly striking the handle of the pan cooking behind her and made it fling the shrimp in it onto the plate in front of her. She then dropped the shrimp into a pot filled with what seemed to be a milky liquid that was boiling violently with the intense heat of the stove. The bold display almost made people forget the loud clang of the pan she stomped hitting the floor. Rory, herself didn't acknowledge it. Heck, any normal person wouldn't be able to register it with all the commotion that seemed to flood the airways of Rowanoke. |
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| Flambe | May 20 2016, 11:47 PM Post #4 | ||||
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Fou quirked an eyebrow at Rory's inattentiveness, though the chef's renewed focus brought a slight pause to the noble. Her instincts were telling her something was off about the white haired woman. As beautiful as she was, there was a predatory aspect to her that both frightened and thrilled the young girl. At this point, she didn't know if she wanted to stay or run. That said, she could never really could retreat. Fleeing when there wasn't even some overwhelming threat would bring shame to her, and her family by extension. So, even if it did seem like a bad idea, Fou stayed put. If things turned out poorly for it, then she'd just have to deal with the consequences. The chef didn't seem like she was a terrible person, though. She wasn't quite terrifying, either. Just scary and attractive in equal measure, and that was going by appearance alone. Fou could see the sharpness in those red eyes, the brilliance justifying the utter confidence she had in herself. That talent displayed itself when she kicked that pan and caught those shrimp perfectly. Each movement was calculated to impress, yet Fou couldn't help but be snared by that skill. the astonishment was evident on her face as she stiffened up, eyes widening as she witnessed that display of cooking ability. "You truly are amazing, madam. Whatever you prepare shall be my meal." She spoke breathlessly, words stumbling slightly as she was transfixed on the vampiric chef as she took her seat. There was a certain anxiety in her movements, as if she could not wait to see what came next. "And if you would give me your name, I would certainly wish to write it down in my crew manifest. I know it may seem hasty, but none onboard my vessel can cook like you do. Hardtack only goes so far, does it not?" There was no doubt, Fou was starstruck, and she seemed like she wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. |
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| Ragna Skull | Jul 14 2016, 04:53 PM Post #5 | ||||
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Rory couldn't help letting out a sudden "Pfffft!" at the fanciful way the red head spoke. So very refined indeed. Almost reminded her of how her parents made the branch families speak to her. But it had been so long. So damn long since anyone had addressed her as madam. "Sorry, sorry" she waved "anything then? Hmm, alright I can do with a challenge. How about..." Rory turned away from the stall and began to work on the food before Fou had finished speaking. He hands flew, becoming pale blurs as her eyes kept focused. She uncorked the bottle of what seemed to be quite ancient wine with a flick of her thumb. A loud pop emanating from the release, a few realizing just how much strength it would take to do this without tools while others just clapped as they got to see the chef in action. Rory pulled a fresh salmon out from the ice tub beneath the stall and threw it in the air, rapidly cutting it up into two fillets before it even it the cutting board below it. She poured the wine over it and began to slap it with seasoning almost aggressively. She flipped to salmon onto he grill and almost missed. It landed with a loud, slimely slap. Followed by a satisfying sizzle and an aroma that announced the fish's flavor to those gathered. Mouths were already watering. This unusual error was caused not by her lack of skill but by an unexpected question that had been launched. "Wh-huh?" she said, composing herself "my, you're offering me a position on your crew?" She put a finger to her chin and began to think "I have to say that I'm honored. Can I ask what your crew does exactly, lady captain?" |
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