WHO'S DA REAL IRON CHEF!!?!|Job Lucas vs Kaseki

Job Info:

Kaseki strolled into the shop with his bag slung across his back. He had received word of some sort of major dinner event. He took the opportunity to show the world what kind of person he really was... he was a cook.

He looked around Oni's Kitchen for the very man that requested his assistance, Mr. Konichiwa. Kaseki nodded at the man and gave a quiet, "Aye." as he walked by. He entered the kitchen in his ebony cloak, dressed much like his adoptive father. He smiled as he placed the bag on the counter of the kitchen. "The name is Kaseki," said the hooded man, not turning to the man next to him. "They call me... the Demon of Life, but today... I'm the Wooden Chef." He pulled out various black knives from his bag.

He was ready to cook.

"My hands?" Kaseki said, "As if I was ill prepared." water, a clear and glistening water seeped from his skin. That water was the very essence of his power source. The water poured out from his skin and fell like a river down to his hands. It seemed like only a moment, and his hands were clean. "Aye, Lucas, if this is a battle you want, then let us save it for later. For now, it is our duty to serve these people."

Kaseki took his knife and seemed to stab at his own chest. He pulled out a single fruit, an orange. He began to cut small parts of the skin onto his ball of raw meat, before he kneaded it.

"I'm a plant, I grow various ingredients. I ensure all of my spices are fresh off the vine~"

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"Hmph, a stubborn one... or rather... a focused one." Kaseki thought to himself. He smiled as he plucked leaves from himself and placed them about the counter. He pushed his fists into the meat as he carefully planned his next move.

Just then a girl emerged from the kitchen doorway. It was Kaseki's companion, Xiaowei. "I... I hope I'm not late!" the girl said. She carried a small sack in her hands. She placed the sack next to Kaseki's pile of raw meat. It opened up and a large potato rolled out from it. Kaseki quickly traced the sound and saw the item. His eyes began to glow a vibrant red and a cheshire smile grew upon his face. He gripped two black knives from his collection and sliced away at the crop, making long slices. The sack rolled out a few more brown plants and Kaseki cut them just the same.

The girl reached out to the various fruits that Kaseki had left out.

She had his secret recipe memorized.

Kaseki took the fruits and tossed them in a bowl. He took an odd rod type object from the sack. It, like the rest of his tools was an ebony black. He began to take the rod and smash the fruits with it.

"Xiaowei, I did not ask you to help me cook, I only asked that you get me ingredients." Kaseki said softly, "Now please, go help the store owner get orders and stuff. we need to feed these people, and we need to do it fast."

Kaseki had turned to his heaps of meat lying on the stove. He lifted the pan and flipped the steak with a simply flick of the wrist. Whatever spice Kaseki used, seemed to cook the meat fast. With it, the aroma filled the air. There was a cool, minty smell... cilantro perhaps? But accompanied by it was a weak, yet spicy scent. It seemed to be onions, or garlic... no, it was cabbage... a spicy cabbage?

No, it was Kaseki's sacred herb. Kim-chi.

Kaseki smiled as he plated his steaks, one for the little contest, and the rest for later orders... if the people didn't want them, he would eat them.

And his gravy was ready as well.

"Now that cook looks familiar..."

"No no, I'm sure you don't know him..." Xiaowei said nervously.

"No, I think I saw him on a poster that said..."

"He's my husband. We moved here recently..." Xiaowei was at the verge of nail biting and crying. If someone else asked her if Kaseki was a Coming Storm, she was going to snap. "So if you don't know me, you don't know him. Heh."

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Kaseki watched over the restaurant, reading the lips of the people. Anticipating Mr.Konichiwa's next request. There was a battle in the smoke of the kitchen. It was both consistent and inconsistent. There was a cool mint, much like the morning that you brush your teeth for the extra time, and the burning sensation when you actually messed up a pot of boiling water. There was a barbecue scent, hickory smoke, and something of rum, coming from the gravy Kaseki conjured. From his steak was just a small hint of smell... a small spice. One you taste before you smell it.

Kaseki hadn't cooked like this in a long while. He was glad to finally explore this side of him. He pulled the fries from the fryer and set them in a bowl of other mixed salts. It was odd to him... he seemed to skip steps in his own mind... but yet, it seemed that he had done more than he could comprehend.

"Now that I think of it... I think I did poorly." Kaseki felt ashamed of his practice. He didn't put the care and love into his dish. Rather than focus on quality like Lucas did, Kaseki did quantity to feel the nobles and guests. It was something that was disheartening. It would be a miracle if anyone like his cool, refreshing... spicy... mouthwatering... soothing...

"Wait..." Kaseki thought to himself. He could smell his food, but why?

"The man said he's a vegetarian or something..." Xiaowei said, handing him his plate back.

Kaseki looked over to his partner. "The rush has died down for a bit, shall we take a bite as we await our next order?" he asked the gypsy.

"Apparently, there was a plate too many. And the last guest was vegetarian."

Kaseki pulled the plate closer to him as he overlooked the place. It appeared that the restaurant was not of high statue, and that most of the ingredients were donated. He noticed that the wallpaper was newly placed, for some of the corners began to droop. The chairs were all various colors, meaning they did not belong to the same set. Kaseki knew."This job isn't worth the money, but the experience." he thought to himself.

He reached over and pulled out some of the extra utensil wrappings and set them either side of the plate. He looked over to his friend, "May you have the bite... for it appears that the people see your steak better."

Job Info:

Kaseki looked around the room. He hadn't noticed the other chefs until now. It seemed that there was dozens of cooks, some still making the same meal. Kaseki nodded, "These 'cooks' can't seem to cook." No one seemed to know what they were doing. Some were sweating all over their food. It disgusted him, and at the same time amused him. Everyone received their food, so these people were wasting materials.

"I wonder what the dessert will be." Said Kaseki as he wandered away from the counter. He felt an urge to wash his hands, as well as replenish his supply of water.

He looked up to find the owner approach them. He looked like he had something to say...

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OOC: S'all good, it's your mission. I don't need the EXP

"Frozen treat?" Kaseki chuckled, "My specialty..."

Kaseki watched as everyone seemed to grab scoops of ice cream and simply threw it in bowls. To his surprise, some even used plates and drizzled syrup. He watched as one cook actually used sprinkles and gummy bears. Kaseki cringed at the sight of it. He shook his head as he wandered to the back of the kitchen, and rather going to the freezer, he went to the fridge. He grabbed a jug of milk, as well as cream and made his way to the shelf next to it. "Now now... What shall I make. Something... rich." Kaseki reached for a glass jar labeled "Cocoa" as well as the can of coffee next to it. He made his way back to his station at a calm pace. He placed his items next to a large bowl and smiled. "But let's be... different." He made his way past some cooks throwing crushed cookies at their 'creations'. Kaseki smiled as he grabbed a few strawberries. He admired the small red fruit, and figured it would need a guest. He reached out and grabbed a handful of blueberries as well, and made his way back.

Kaseki stood before his bowl with a demonic smile on his face. It was the few times of his life that he could use his magic for something like this. He poured the milk into the bowl along with the cream. He reached out to a small canister of cane sugar and poured a little as well. He watched the white waterfalls make their destination to the bowl. He took his black daggers and chopped up a dozen or so blueberries as well as a single strawberry and tossed them in. He began to stir the mix with his blade. He then, with his free hand, dumped a heap of cocoa into the concoction as well as the coffee. He was surprised to find that the coffee was made into a fine grain, almost a dust. Both of the powered ingredients created a mist over the mage's hands. It was time.

The whole event he had avoided touching the soup, for he had an interesting power... Ymir's Touch. With the tip of his finger he tapped the top of the brown liquid and watched it freeze. It was perfect. It was not ice, for it was not water, it was the perfect blend of ingredients.

Kaseki pulled over a few plates and split the remaining strawberries. He cut each long ways twice, cutting it into fourths. He placed them on the plates in the V shape, touching them at their stem. He pulled over a large spoon and began to scoop his creation and plated it in the center of his dish.

He lifted his plates to the counter. He smiled as he said a single word. "Done."

Kaseki was always a fan of simplicity.

Kaseki used his water spells to clean his plates and bowls accordingly. He wondered about who would claim the title of Iron Chef. Kaseki didn't want the title, he just wanted a place to express himself, and after all, he would be more of an Iron Chef than Lucas ever could. I mean... You know, Kaseki is made of Iron infused wood, he's literally an iron chef...

Anyways. Kaseki cleaned his dishes with a happy feeling. He was able to be himself for a day. He wasn't a dark mage... he was a cook. And this alone was more rewarding than a simple title.

"Two Iron Chef competitions... And I lose to something younger than a decade... again." Kaseki was referring to the noodle contest he had with a man named Neo Stigma. It was odd to think about, a man would came to his home trying to eat his stuff, and the next day a friendship.

He waved off the blond man as he too was preparing to leave. He made sure to grab his knives on the way out. He nodded to Xiaowei and they made their exit. They made their way to the door only to be stopped by a fat man. "Excuse me, did you make me this ice cream and steak? Why it's just wonderful." said the round man. Kaseki looked at the syrup drizzled plate, he smiled, "That was... Blanka. But perhaps you can find him as Lucas. Good day." And with that, Kaseki pushed the door and walked off into the afternoon.

It was a good day.

Well, the word min could have been taken a bit farther and more effort put in on some parts, but over all it was a good read. Keep it up. Approved ~