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| Topic Started: Wed Aug 31, 2011 9:43 am (255 Views) | |
| Jacobi | Wed Aug 31, 2011 9:43 am Post #1 |
 
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A city of art, entertainment, and for the most part, a city of joy. Something that was a rarity in the world of Chaon, and even this city so high above the earth was not safe from all of the monsters who persisted on coming, on striking fear into the citizens, yet each day they did their best to move on, to put smiles back upon their faces, each day the art returned to line the streets, each day the performers went back out and did their routines, none wanting to give up hope for a better and brighter day, and most often did those bright sunny days come, free of bloodshed, and it was seeming like this was yet another one of those days. In the crowds, at the center of the town, was a man wearing a black cloak with a slit starting at his groin and going down, allowing for him to move freely. Upon his face was a white mask, that otherwise seemed expressionless, and behind the eye-slits was only blackness, it might have seemed like some effect caused by the mask to the people, but it was in fact the man’s very own eyes, something that showed only when he blinked, revealing more white skin. The hood of his cloak was pulled down over the top rim of his mask, hiding his hair and making the mask seem more a part of him than it actually was, and for the most part? Not a word did he utter, yet still he managed to draw a crowd. He was a mime, sure enough, but he did not stop there, he did not simply do such silly tricks as pretending to be in a box or being blown back by some non-existent wind, he took it up a step further, instead choosing to fight an invisible opponent with his own stylish flair attached to the routine. As he engaged in combat, he took a number of silly stops, following a kick was a bow to the audience before he was knocked forward by what the imagination could easily perceive as a kick to his rear-end, and when he successfully knocked his opponent to the ground, he would make an over-exaggerated fighting pose, his body shaking to convey force, but his head bobbling to incur joy in his watchers. It was because of this invisible fight and the silliness that ensued that the mime managed to bring about so many people to watch him, they liked to see him stop and stand on one leg to mimic a fighting style, they liked to see him jump around and do cartwheels to avoid invisible attacks, and in turn for their joy, they put money in a nice wicker basket for him, mostly copper coins, spare change and the such, however some silver coins did make their way into the pile, and on average he usually made up to thirty silver’s worth in a day, he was hoping to break that average, to try and make people want to give him more, to try and entertain them into giving him a total of forty silver. After all, this was pretty much all he had left. |
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| Bear Cook | Thu Sep 1, 2011 8:45 pm Post #2 |
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Banagher chuckled as he watched the fight, people throwing coppers and silvers into the mix in the wicker basket. He had just gotten done with his stall, he had set up near the richer districts and had made a good amount of money, he was apparently already better then most personal chefs. He had already ordered the food he'd need for tomorrow and had quite a bit of pocket change, three gold coins and twenty silver, far to much for him normally. He watched the fight clapping at some points, the mime certainly knew how to keep people entertained. Once it was all over Banagher took out a gold coin, tossing it into the wicker basket. A few people gave him odd looks, why would he give a gold coin away? Mainly because he had a good bit of money, no doubt this would make him a target... if he wasn't a head taller then the rest and pretty well muscled. His long blond hair sticking up at an odd angle, being held back slightly by a red bandanna, tied to his forehead with an insignia crossed bones, his abnormally long pointed ears, and his black, yellow, and red baggy clothing made him stick out like a sore thumb. He watched the show until others had left, he smiled at the man, "You know a bit about fighting, I could see it in your movements, you've made quite a hall today I'd say, and you deserve it, you put on one heck of a show. If I had to compare it to anything, I'd say it was like a good soup, just enough spices to keep it fresh tasting but not to completely take away from what you were really doing, all the while you got across the entire meal." Banagher extended a hand towards him, it was odd seeing someone the same height as himself, most people were around six inches short then him. He nodded to the man, "Call me Banagher, I'm a chef working at a stall near the area where a bunch of rich folk live, they like to taste foreign meals." He didn't tell him though that he had to beat the ever-living crap out of a dozen thieves and extortionists who thought they could take on the were-bear chef, especially a were-bear chef that dabbled in martial arts. |
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| Jacobi | Fri Sep 2, 2011 8:50 am Post #3 |
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The fighting was over, once more as it seemed as the crowd began to disperse with the mime taking one fnial plunge to the ground, his arms flailing out to either side with his legs in the air, a very comedical way of dying at the hands of his invisible foe, it took true talent to lose against an enemy that didn't even exist. And yet, that did not keep the silent performer down for long, his legs moving to the side as his body span about on the ground for a moment, his feet working their way beneath his body as he stood tall and quick, arms stretched out as if he had just landed some difficult maneuver, which in all honesty he did, and took a very respectful bow to his non-existant foe, conceding his defeat with the smile upon his mask still very evident and true to how he felt. He didn't perform just for the money or admiration, he liked to make people happy, to entertain was his love until he could find a woman that could see past his quiet exterior, in which case his acting would be pushed to a mere platonic nature, though he was sure it would understand. Jacobi made his was to his basket, happily while removing the mask from his face and pulling the hood to his cloak down, airing out his head and temporarily blinding himself from the one man who was still left after is performance while he bent down to his basket, stopping for just a moment as he noticed a gold coin... A true oddity as he could see, it was the most he had ever seen, a truly magnificent sign, he was sure! His white hand reached down into the basket, grasping at the coin as he brought it before his right eye, closing his left as he examined and admired its wonderful shine, he wasn't about to use this any time soon, it was a trophy! His performances were truly becoming spectacular if he could gain such a reward from his audience! It took him a moment to realize that, from how he was looking at his coin, it seemed that it had sprouted a neck, and from that a body in rather interesting clothing... Clearly there was a man behind the coin, but it didn't change the fact that such an idea brought a smile to his white face, nice and calm as he tossed the coin up, snatching it from the air as he looked to the man who had stood behind the coin, perhaps an adoring fan who wanted to give praise to the mime after his performance? Though such a thing could not be met with words from Jacobi, he was rather lacking in them. The man, at least to Jacobi, seemed to be as a fellow street performer judging by his clothing, but the mime knew well, such things could often prove to be a rather deal misleading. And as this interestingly dressed man gave the performer praise, so did Jacobi respond by giving a low sweeping bow, very elegant in its posture, very much rehearsed. And when Jacobi heard about the man's profession, oh did things begin to start making sense! this was the man who left such a gracious donation for the performance, and to follow with such kind words and praise, it only furthered to bring joy to Jacobi's silent heart as he stood straight up, his hands together in thanks, the golden coin between the tips to show what he was thanklful for before his hands turned inverted, and the back outwards, palms facing to the chef of foreign foods, showing the coin to disappear. A simple trick, mere child's-play, but the mime still liked such thing, pausing only for a moment to sweep low once mroe, picking the basket from the ground, spinning it about on his right index finger before stopping it to have a name facing the cook, to introduce himself in his silent way as he pointed to the letters scrawled upon its brown outer-side, clear as day the name "Jacobi." A good an itroduction as any from a mute man as he moved the basket under his right arm so that he wouldn't lose the money, not entirely sure how to go about with a relatively one-sided conversation from here, choosing to put out his left hand to shake Banagher's hand, not evens topping for a second to consider how peculiar it was that this elf-seeming man was so tall as to match the celestial's height. |
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| Bear Cook | Fri Sep 2, 2011 1:59 pm Post #4 |
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Banagher shook the man's hand, he had a good grip. When he showed him the basket and did the simple coin trick, along with several other things, it was pretty obvious there were two possibilities, either he was the greatest mime ever and would stay in character for the rest of his life... or he was mute... probably mute. Banagher chuckled, "I'm guessing from the gesturing that you're mute or at least a mime that will never break character. Well in that case, let me prepare a meal for you, I've got some left over food that won't keep overnight, would you like to try some seafood? Maybe a nice boar's head meat stew? Or, my personal favorite, curry. Though of course I have more then that at the stall, I can make anything as long as I have the ingredients and a fire." He wanted to show the man his own craft, to put on a show for the performer, after all, a long day's hard work would cause any man to be hungry, and this man was as large as himself, he might actually get through what he had left in the stall. He motioned for him to follow and lead him through some side streets to avoid the large crowds of the dock workers heading home to rest before having to go back to work. It was only a ten minute walk until they were at his stall... and three men were waiting for him, dressed in black leather, wielding short clubs, one walked up to Banagher, glaring at him as he spoke, "Ya didn't learn from las' time eh? Ya gotta pay tha' piper ta' keep on workin', boys, bash up his little stall." Banagher rolled his eyes, third time this week someone tried to extort him for money or destroy his stall, he simply reached out with his strong arms, gripping the man's shoulders, using his body and a strong step forward as he twisted, sending the man flying from his arms into his own allies. Banagher smiled as they collapsed into a ball of thrashing limbs, he simply said, "Better men have tried to defeat me or destroy my stall, I suggest you leave before things get a bit hairy." He had shown his hybrid form several times when the odds against him were a lot more overwhelming, rumors were no floating around in the underground about him, about how he was a werewolf... how wrong could they be, he was a were-bear. He saw as they scrambled to their feet, running away, cowards, all of them. He got behind the stall, casting a small spell to get the fire going underneath the metal plate stood near the front of his stall, being held up by a couple of old iron bars. He took out a few of the order forms he'd filled to help keep prices straight and orders flowing since some food didn't take nearly as long as others. He pushed a small stack of them over to him, "Just choose one of the slips and I'll make it, it'll have the food order on it, just ignore the numbers, they aren't important right now, tonight we eat for free." He started to rummage through his stuff, getting out the necessary utensils, bowls, and anything else he'd need to help serve his new silent friend, after all, he was the best chef on this road. |
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| Jacobi | Sat Sep 3, 2011 6:38 am Post #5 |
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Mime was who he was, Jacobi was silent, he had skin as pale white as alabaster, eyes pitch black as shadows to match hair as equally dark, his tongue was ever silent, he was a mime! A celestial mime! However, nobody knew about the celestial point, they all only saw him as a street performer, which given his general lack of any power, he was! And to meet and somewhat converse with this chef, he could not believe what appeared to be his otherwise overwhelming luck on this day! First he received a nice shiny golden coin, something he would treasure as the trophy it was, only to be used in case of dire starvation, and the food would make sure that he would not have such worries tonight, a thought which surely brought a smile to his pale face. Jacobi happily followed after the tall elf, basket well in hand as he examined and noted carefully the side-streets, he had never needed to use these for always did it seem that his best work was in that central area of Cascadia, never did he need to go near the richer district to the gloating city, for it seemed that often it was those who had so much who gave so little for a mere performance. For a moment, when they had finally arrived at the cook’s own spot of performance, where he no doubt showed off his culinary skills, the first thing that the mime noticed was not the men in front of it, but rather the cart itself, moving on and past the thugs, dodging a club rather easily and apparently being ignored, the thugs didn’t care about him so much as they did the cook that they were trying to push around. The street performer didn’t even notice when the people were collapsed behind him beneath the sheer force of which Banagher had thrown their apparent leader. And though not taking note of the fallen men, Jacobi did not let the words past his ears that this sort of thing was a rather unfortunate and somewhat common occurrence. A shame that so many people would try to hinder the progress of a cook’s work, but something unavoidable in the world, something which seemed to have always been. It was amazing, little seemed to actually change about Chaon given all of the years, still there was fighting, still there were those who tried to keep others down, and still people found hope, no matter what. It was the reason that Jacobi liked the city of Cascadia so much, even from before it had been risen into the sky, it was a place where artists seemed to flock, where they showed their works on the streets, messages of hope for the world to come in each of the beautiful arrangements of colors and images, each one a story in its own right, even if the mime had to come up with his own. He found it a shame that he never had a home where he could put the pictures, but he knew that one day, he would have enough luck to finally own his own home, no matter how small it may be, and to fill it with all of the artwork that he could. All of the images of hope that he could find room for. And for now, he held hope that he would taste a great meal, given how well this cook seemed to do for himself. Jacobi looked the forms over, at the different meals, and though the prices might have been unimportant, the mime couldn’t help but find his black eyes drifting to them, a clear and silent chuckle passing his lips for a moment as he did for each one. There were so many options for what he could eat, at least compared to his normal dinner choices of bread or rice, and to be faced with the wonderful and different meals, it was a challenge to choose just which one he wanted to eat, they all sounded delicious. One he had eaten before, from the past, memories of olden days performing for richer people, he was a skilled entertainer, and now it was his turn to be entertained, for his taste buds to be taken on a journey to where they had surely never been before, but with how hard it was to choose… He eventually decided… decided to place the forms out beside each other on the cart, and taking the golden coin from his pocket, flipping it into the air and letting it land where it may, a truly random way of deciding, his eyes shut when he launched the coin into the air, and opening in anticipation as he watched it hit the form, bouncing just a slight bit before settling on the form. And so it was, that would be his meal for this evening. |
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| Bear Cook | Sun Sep 4, 2011 4:46 am Post #6 |
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Banagher saw the coin land on a rather good meal, it was one of his personal favorites, boar nabe. He had just enough boar meat to make it, he stoked the flames a bit higher, he quickly and easily prepared the pot, dumping some water into it, along with the bones of a boar, cleaned well so the food won't taste of blood. Now he just needed to prepare the meat, the veggies, and his show, this was his little world, he would show his friend how to even cooking is a performance. He took out another box, opening it up, using a little bit of butter to melt on the hot plate just before putting rice down, watching it fry nicely as he took out several vegetables, putting them on the hot plate whole. He took out his odd looking knife, he had it made to work as a spatula with extremely sharp sides, he used it quickly and effectively, cutting up the veggies... except for the half of an onion he had put on there. Instead he quickly used the spatula-knife to dig out the rings from inside the onion and carefully stacked it up, taking out a small vial of cooking oil he dumped it into it, muttering a few words under his breath until he felt the magic course into his body, he snapped his fingers as he spoke a single word, "Boom!" Flames erupted from the mini-onion volcano, cooking the onion rings from the inside. He quickly chopped them up with the spatula as his free hand grabbed an egg, cracking it open and putting it onto the hot plate, he smiled as it cooked quickly. He cut it up and mixed it into the rice, same with most of the vegetables, he left a few sitting there since they were in larger chunks and not fully cooked yet. Finally he took out the meat, putting it onto the hot plate to let it cook and release it's juices. He smelled the rice, egg, and vegetable platter, it was divine, he took a bowl and scooped half of it into it, handing it to his silent friend, a spoon already waiting in it. Banagher smiled as he took out a second bowl, getting a serving for himself, "Eat your appetizer Jacobi, it'll clean the pallet and let you taste the magical flavor of my cooking." Banagher ate his food quickly, he shivered at the natural taste, it was almost perfect, if he only had a few more ingredients and a sauce, his rice and vegetable bowl would be perfected. He turned to see the meat leaking juices, he smiled as he used his odd knife to shove the meat, veggies, and juices into the pot to cook, now they just had to wait. He started preparing other things, taking out two mugs and placing them down on a cool surface, pouring water from his canteen into it, putting one of the near Jacobi, he hoped his friend liked his cooking. |
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| Jacobi | Sun Sep 4, 2011 8:04 am Post #7 |
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Jacobi examined the meal choice that the glden coin, no, that fates had chosen for him, the wonderful looking meal, something called Boar Nabe, of course something that the mime hadn’t even heard of before, but it seemed like it would be so delicious and besides the mime wasn’t going to start questioning anything when he was being offered a free and most likely high-quality meal. Once the cook began to work his own personal artistry, Jacobi began to watch every move with an almost inhuman focus and intent, taking in every aspect of the show, letting the smells of the cooking food greet his nose with a plethora of oh so pleasant scents, his eyes following every movement made by the chef like a child hearing the greatest story ever told, his ears were attuned to the lovely sounds of the food being prepared and cooked, and when the magic became mixed within, the onion becoming as if a volcano, it was truly an amazing show, no matter what the food may taste like, Jacobi was even tempted to return the gold coin, but he was given it because of Banagher’s talent, he was so clearly a showman in how he prepared his meal that it was practically breathtaking. However, the mime made sure to hold onto every bit of his breathing abilities, not wishing to allow a single smell past his nose, any change. It was akin to some of Jacobi’s mime-work, art and poetry in motion! And now, he was finally offered the food, and to hear that it was but an appetizer, it only made him wonder with a childlike curiosity what more was to come from such an elf. And now was coming the close to the first act of the performance, it was making the mime wonder if this would be a three-part show, the setting, the story, and the grand finale! Slowly, carefully and not wanting to spill even a single drop, Jacobi brought the spoon from the soup to his pale lips, slowly taking it in, letting it sit within his mouth for a moment as if he were a master taste-tester, at last swallowing it, his eyes shut tight and opening wide once it hit his stomach, eyeing the bowl for a moment, sitting still, even quieter than before, though one might think it impossible, it was very much possible for a mime of his caliber! He abruptly scooped the bowl up in both of his hands, lifting it high to the sky as a glow made its way over everything from the bowl, a holy chorus sounding as if it were being delivered from the heavens themselves rang out, seeming to come from the bowl itself, it even looked as if it had a halo hovering above it, an orb of pure light! And upon the mime’s face, a look of awe and so nigh worship in itself! A purely celestial meal, fine in its crafting, indeed! The orb moved, the chorus came to a slowing halt and the light dimmed, revealing the halo to have been a wisp as it flew away, its work for the moment done in appropriately showcasing how Jacobi felt about such a meal, it even went so far as to bring a tear of joy to his left black eye, the bit of happiness being wiped from his cheek by his elbow before he placed the bowl back down, beginning to quickly eat it, a speed that would have rivaled the cook’s if he had not already downed his appetizer first and returned to his glorious showcasing of cooking. Within the bowl that had been handed to the mime, it was clean, dry as a bone with not a single heavenly drop left behind on neither dish nor eating utensil. With such a glorious opening piece, Jacobi could only wonder, he could hope and pray that such a glorious and fine meal was to follow, one that could bring the gods back to Imythess, to bring tears to even their eyes and convince them to never leave again… Had… Had the mime come across a cooking god!? Banagher! The God of Fine Cuisine! Jacobi would surely become a follower! |
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| Bear Cook | Mon Sep 5, 2011 12:40 am Post #8 |
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Banagher smiled as Jacobi put on his little display, he must have really liked his cooking, not a drop of the rice and veggies were left. It was almost time for the main course. He took out a single piece of meat and tested it, it was tough, extremely tough as always. He quickly reached under the counter, taking out a pineapple, cutting it in half with his odd knife, using it to cut out the fleshy center, putting it into a bowl which he slid to Jacobi to enjoy as a side dish. He quickly poured all of the stew into the pineapple, and left it over the fires to cook inside it. Banagher felt it was best to explain his process, most people didn't understand why he did some of the things he did, "The meat was tough since it came from an old wild boar, it's meat is the best you could possible get, but it's also very very tough. I use the pineapple's natural juices to help soften the meat and give it a tangy flavor." He smiled as he started to smell the meat cooking from within the pineapple, he thrust his knife into the top of the pineapple, making a small hole in it to let the steam out, a gushing steam pouring out of the hole, shrouding Banagher in a slight white mist, allowing him to work like a magician, he took out two more bowls, filled with rice as he poured the meat and juice over the rice. His hands weren't done yet though, he had left some of the meat substance of the pineapple to help the meat cook faster, he used his knife to quickly chip it out into small thumb sized pieces, letting them cook on the hot plate as the mist faded. He quickly used the flatness of his knife-spatula to flip the now pineapple wafers into the dish, having them float their like yellow lilacs. He picked up one of the bowls and nodded for him to eat, "Dig in, once we're done eating I'll get out the desert, it's a recipe I learned in the far north." Banagher started eating, he had never tried using the pineapple on boar meat before, only chicken, but the result was the same, the meat was so soft that if it was still on the bone it would have fallen off just from touching the spoon. He savored the taste as he slowly ate it, his food would never lose when it came to flavor. |
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| Jacobi | Tue Sep 6, 2011 9:59 am Post #9 |
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Nothing was escaping Jacobi's attention, not a movement, not a sound, not even a scent1 He would not miss a moment of this grand show! Of course, when he slid the side dish over to Jacobi, only two senses were currently as focused as they could be on the cooking, while his eyes were shifting their gaze to the treat in the bowl, he wasn't one to wait, but he wasn't sure if he should eat it as soon as he possibly could, or wait for the main course. While he once had performed for the rich and truly treated, they never actually fed him... which was possibly a very good thing, considering they often got their food cold. no, the mime was more often fed by the actual staff, meals befitting their masters, but very much warm and delicious. And so far, this chef's cooking had even beaten out those truly wonderful meals. Even his appetizer was befitting not only kings and queens and other assortments of royal figures, but rather the gods themselves, wherever in the world or worlds or what have you they may be.Upon further deliberation, Jacobi's focus on the pineapple was broken, words coming from the lips of the master cook, the street performer's black gaze shifting upwards with unbreaking attent to each syllable, the explanation of what he was doing and why, each words being committed to memory, if Jacobi ever found himself without much to do and with anything close to the proper ingrediants, he wanted to see if he could even manage to get one portion of this meal completed without burning the food. He personally never truly had that great a skill of cooking, his was in entertaining all the way! And when the mime saw the steam pouring from a hole in the pineapple, the fruit being used as a sort of miniature oven. And then the performer was enshourded in the mist, obscuring him from the sight of the mime for all of the moment that was needed to get rice and pour a good amount of the cooked substance atop it in two seperate dishes. Oh, with each tantalizing moment, Jacobi felt as if he had never touched the appetizer with his tongue, his hunger growing with each intense moment. And then, finally, the mist had cleared, allowing for him to see much clearer, slices from the pineapple being added to the dish as toppings. With more words passing by the cook's lips, Jacobi practically felt as if his heart would fly from his chest, there would be a dessert! Oh, what heavenliness could await him!? What sweet tastes would send him to tasting true heaven? Jacobi could not worry himself with that, he could not allow himself to be distracted now, he could not deprive his taste buds from the surely grand flavors which would besiege them! Quickly he got prepared to eat, pausing for a moment, looking around for just a second... There had been a floating ball of light passing through earlier, hadn't there? Oh well, it seemed to be gone, now. So it was of no importance, the food was! Jacobi returned his full attention to the food, taking his spoon and cutting out a small piece of pineapple from one of the wafers, skillfully scooping it up with a bit of everything to taste from the bowl, a nice little stack having piled upon his spoon, he slowly brought it to his white lips. And when the food reached the inside of his mouth, he felt as if his head would xplode, the tastes greeting his tongue, for a moment he even froze up, shivering slightly in sheer and utter pleasure, chewing the food and swallowing it all. It took him a minute to recouperate, digging into the food, trying to eat as much as he could before he froze up again, a few bites at a time it seemed to be, and after about two dozen moments of freezing in place, the food sitting upon his tongue within his mouth passed his closed lips, the bowl was clean and void of the wonderful delicacy... Of course, with all of this... he would wait until after dessert to begin bowing before the awesome culinary talent of the Cooking God Banagher. |
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| Bear Cook | Tue Sep 6, 2011 6:41 pm Post #10 |
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Banagher smiled at the mime, he was truly enjoying his cooking, moments like this made being a chef all the better. He finished his food easily before the mime who seemed to be seized by bouts of pleasure from the meal. He chuckled as he opened one of the three drawers hidden behind the stall, opening it up slightly to reveal a bit of white steam coming out of it, he chuckled, the stone was still hot, he pulled it out a bit farther, revealing a dark brown loaf of bread, it smelled of cinnamon and apples. Banagher took it out, using his hands even though it was obviously burning hot, though he didn't mind, his hands were heavily calloused from handling hot objects most of his life. He put it down, cleaning off his knife with a towel before slicing into it, letting out a strong aroma of apples and cinnamon. He cut it into twelve pieces, putting a few on a plate and placing it before Jacobi, he smiled as he spoke again, "This is my cinnamon apple bread, I used real apples while making it. I crushed the apples into tiny pieces and threw them into the yeast as I mixed it, along with a healthy dose of cinnamon, give it the dark color and refreshing flavor. Though you'll still be able to taste the apple and the bread through the cinnamon, the key to a good dish is to never overpower any of the other flavors, it's best to make a strong flavor to keep the meal sharp, but keep it good with well balanced lesser flavors to give it a good aftertaste, I hope you enjoy the dessert." Banagher ate one of the slices himself, sighing as he bit into it, closing his eyes to savor the sweet flavor of the cinnamon, followed by the combination of apple and bread in his mouth, harmony was the only word to describe the taste. |
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| Jacobi | Fri Sep 9, 2011 9:43 am Post #11 |
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Though for Banagher, the Cooking God, it might have been moments like this which made him happy to have been a cook, for the forever silent mime, Jacobi, it brought about a meaning to life, so that now if he were to die, he could feel that he did not die without having at least tasted what heaven was going to be like. Each day, sure he might have found it worth living, but never before had he expected to come across a cook so grand in his skill that not even the gods themselves could compare. He was utterly enthralled with each taste that had laid itself upon his tongue at his hand’s will, and to know for fact that there would indeed be a dessert to round off the tastes which could surely only compare to the heavens, it was beginning to leave him utterly ecstatic, the ideas to what it might taste like, his mind racing as the smell of cinnamon and apple brushed up through the air and against his pale nose, to note Banagher’s impressive skill with the arts of the culinary worlds, he believed for sure that it would taste as so much more, that his worship of such a thing might be solidified. Even if he knew that waking the next day such a worship would surely be gone, Jacobi wasn’t about to let that dampen his overly-enthusiastic way of professing such glee at having a taste of food that should be served to the gods. In that regards, to the point of the food being god-worthy, he believed in it fully. Of course, to see the elven chef holding the bread, and considering in the very fact that the compartment had come from had let out a rather sizeable amount of steam which was surely quite hot, it was an impressive sight. Jacobi himself wouldn’t necessarily be so inclined to grabbing hot dessert bread with his bare hands, he knew that they would surely burn under its heat, but Banagher was so trained and skilled that it didn’t seem to bother him at all, perhaps he had become acclimated to the heat of the bread. Again, the mime listened with clear and utter focus to each of the words which passed through the cook’s lips as he passed him a plate with a few slices of the surely sweet dessert on it. Jacobi knew that he would never truly be able to ever come close to matching such clearly defined skill, at least not any time soon. He was an immortal being, Celestial as he was heavenly in nature though not always as such. He would surely have plenty of time to try and practice, he would not forget any of what was said, nor of what was seen or even what was smelled or heard. His memory was something that he had trained through years of practice to nigh-perfection. Occasionally some things did slip his mind, small things as a general rule and generally when he wasn’t paying too close of attention, but he tried to keep all of his thoughts nice and organized for whenever he might need them. Of course, this never meant that any of his possessions were very well organized; just that he knew where they all were. Jacobi slowly took a piece of the bread, waiting for the courage to bring such a delicious three-course meal to an end. The others which he had been lucky enough to have in his past of performing for royalty might have been more numerous meals, but this beat all of those out, hands-down. The first bite he took nearly sent him into a sweetness induced coma, his black eyes rolling back slightly, though not so easily noticeable considering all of the space of both his eyes were pitch black, though his eyelids did shudder just a bit. It wasn’t a process repeated as he continued eating, seeming nice and calm and happy as he ate all the pieces which he was given, and when the plate was clear save for a few crumbs which he had actually managed to miss, Jacobi did a back-flip, near flawless as he landed upon his knees without an ounce of pain, now bowing before the awesome culinary masterwork of Banagher, the Cooking God. Truly, this would not be a day ever forgotten. |
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| Bear Cook | Fri Sep 9, 2011 3:26 pm Post #12 |
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Banagher smiled as he ate his own dessert, he watched Jacobi and saw his initial reaction, he had never seen anyone enjoy his food this much. Banagher chuckled, "You sure do like my food, and to think I'm only an apprentice in comparison with the few dozen masters I've trained under. You should taste their meals, they each have their own specialty that I can't come close to doing as well as them. Meat that falls off the bone, literally just from tapping it's side, it melts in your mouth... and the spices mixed in to make it exceptionally spicy, but then the aftertaste mellows out and it doesn't force you to drink a glass or two of water. Though they say I'm their number one disciple, I've still got lots to learn. I'm only a newly made stew, full of bones and meat, it'll take time for me to become the perfect chef like my masters are, but one day... one day I'm going to own my own restaurant. I'll be able to take on apprentices, spread my cooking all over the world and keep feeding everyone I can." He closed his fist tightly, thinking of owning his own shop always excited him, he needed to keep on trying, saving a little bit of money at a time as he traveled, perfecting his art. He started to clean up, dousing the fire and cleaning the area with a practiced hand, making sure to use the spatula-knife to clean the top of the hotplate. He hummed a bit as he cleaned, putting all of the garbage into the bucket, not much was in it besides a few crumbs and some fat, he'd get rid of it in the morning, it wouldn't start smelling for a long time. He smiled, "So Jacobi, whenever I open my restaurant I'm going to need professional entertainment. I won't be able to pay you much, but I can give you free meals once it opens as long as you put on a good show." He thought it was a good idea, having live entertainment would put him on par with taverns and inns, people would come for the food and stay for the show, ordering even more food most likely. It was good business sense and it would get his friend a proper stage to perform on. |
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| Jacobi | Sat Sep 10, 2011 9:40 am Post #13 |
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An apprentice? Hardly! Then again, Jacobi hadn’t eaten the cooking of a master in over a century, the idealisms of mastership in the culinary arts could have, of course, been raised over the years that he has been eating on breads and sipping on fine waters. Though, he could not deny himself that the foods that Banagher had described did sound like they would taste absolutely wonderful. Though, at the same time they do seem to know rather well, at least by this chef’s words, that they have one hell of a prodigy on their hands. Surely for them to have reached such incredible level of cooking skill, they must have spent years perfecting their recipes, figuring out just how to cook things in such a way that it would come out so close to perfect that one would think themselves in heaven. Quickly Jacobi swung himself around, hands planted firmly on the stone ground as he moved himself into a sitting position, looking up at the cook as if he were someone older telling a child a story. Though in reality, Jacobi was the older one, and perhaps able to tell quite the number of stories without even the use of a single word. He was skilled like that, his own personal gift. Though he might not have even been close to being a master mime, Jacobi was still perfectly happy with himself. Sure, he could put a bit more effort into his shows, perhaps putting on a true story performance, one that he came up with, himself. A story that, even without the use of any spoken words, he could captivate the audience with! A silent sigh passed by his lips to this quickened thought. Though lost in his own mind for a moment, Jacobi still was sure to listen to each and every one of the cook’s words, a thought springing to mind. Performing once more before a true audience, one that could throw things that wasn’t money at him if he did a poor performance, instead of simply laughing and tossing in a coin or two of change from their coin purses. He leapt to his feet, spinning around a bit, being sure to stop on one foot as he took a low sweeping bow, a lighted wooden sign behind him seeming to appear from nowhere, reading upon in, “Jac-Man!” A moniker he had wished to dub himself for some time, but all of his performances had been either too regal or not nearly high-enough class for him to bother using it. He was Jacobi to this point, but to be a professional entertainer for the restaurant of a master chef, it sounded like it would be an absolutely great thing. And perhaps, if he were to be lucky, Banagher could even take Jacobi as an apprentice when he wasn’t performing… Though, a thought was brought to his mind, his showman bow being broken as he stood up straight, placing his left hand on his white chin as he put his right hand out in front of him. His free hand started as a fist, and then launched one finger, the index, and then following that the middle finger, then the ring finger and pinky and thumb. With each finger raised to his thoughts, the sign seemed to have an added sign tied to it by ropes that dropped from behind it, the first four reading, “Again.” And the final one reading, “and again.” To have one performance constantly, though Jacobi could surely mix things up, would not be nearly satisfactory to the viewers. He could simply imagine being pelted by the tomatoes, cringing a bit and taking a comical defense against flying tomatoes that simply did not exist while the sign seemed to fall down behind him, crashing to the ground and losing its light, leaving behind it an orb of light, the wisp from earlier, and once more did it hover off; its work being completed for the time being. He paused, slowly standing up straight, pretending to wipe off the tomatoes before stopping suddenly, raising his index finger high in the air to signal that he had an idea before wrapping his arms around the shoulders of two imaginary companions. He could very easily go around and find worthy talent to perform on the other nights, to keep things interesting and non-repetitive. If there was one thing that a crowd hated when finding themselves in a fixed venue, it was something repetitive to be subjected to. |
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| Bear Cook | Mon Sep 12, 2011 4:02 am Post #14 |
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Banagher smiled at his friend, taking his movements and such as a sign of agreement, he just barely got the gist of what his friend was trying to say... he knew people that could help him. Banagher laughed, "Wonderful, I'll take that as an agreement, also if you find anyone you think has good enough talent to entertain people, bring them to Cascadia once my restaurant opens. I'd be glad to pay you all with some coin and free food, after all, I'm not a great business man, but I'm a fine chef, it'd be an honor to cook for you and your comrades." He looked up at the sky, the setting sun slowly waning away into the black of night. Banagher shrugged and started to pack up again, putting away as much as he could. He looked back to Jacobi, "I need to go, I have to make a late night dinner for some higher ups in a mansion not to far away... I bet if I asked they'd let you perform in front of them. I know they're paying me with a free room, the best ingredients money can buy for use tonight, and a kitchen staff to work under me. If you'd like to come and perform for them, I'm sure they'd let you if I backed you. So what do you think, you want to dazzle the nobles of Cascadia or call it a day?" He waited for his friend's answer, if he came with him he'd make some money and get a free room for the night, not to mention he'd get whatever leftovers from tonight as food for after the performance. Now he just needed for his friend to nod or shake his head, then the night could go on. |
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| Jacobi | Mon Sep 12, 2011 10:54 am Post #15 |
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For the past few decades, Jacobi had no reason whatsoever to leave the wonderful floating city of Cascadia. It was a city which seemed to have a good amount and variety of artists, possibly because attacks on it were so infrequent given how high it was, how hard it was to access. He came for the art and stayed for the safety, really. He had no want to go back down to the surface world, no matter how much it might have changed. He hadn't seen Taras in so long, so searching for talent there would surely be a great excuse to visit some old friends, some literally so. Maybe they would know of some up and coming new performers, people who could really make the grade for a place that would be serving food as great as Bangher could cook. And to be perfectly honest, the celestial still wasn't entirely sure that he wasn't a master, himself. While he did describe some foods that were made by his masters that sounded so delicious, Jacobi found it was somebody that came close to each things while not particularly specializing in any one food type that was a true master, one who could do it all so close to that of somebody ho spent his whole life perfecting his dish! And besides, Banagher seemed like he was still young, he had plenty of time to practice his skills, all he would really need would be the funding and the entertainment. While it might be a bit tricky to convince fellow entertainers that working in a newly starting resturaunt for less money than they could make on the streets without a voice to speak the words mightbe a bit difficult, it wasn't going to be something to keep him from helping his new friend to acheive his dream. And while, for Jacobi, it might not be back to the good old days of performing in private venues for the rich and royal, the truly illustrious, he did quite enjoy the thought of performing before a live audience, even if it were nothing more than once or twice a week. And besides, once word got out about Banager's establishment, the enterainers would surely be coming from miles around, possibly from even the other countries, just to audition for the chance to entertain before his crowd.The mime stopped for just a moment at the chef's offer, to accompanyhim to a private cooking experience, just to see if the people that were paying the practically mastered cook would actually enjoy the act that JAcobi cuold put on. Oh, yes! And it had been so long before he performed before a truly regal crowd, Jacobi could use one of his specialized and practiced performances. He jumped up with excitement, clapping his hands together excitedly, though they made no sound. Such was it for Jacobi, not a sound to be made from him, personally, though his clothes still rustled ever so slightly, sounds that only the sensetive ears could pick up on. While the way he expressed his joy for even the possibility of such an oppertunity was a clear and definite sign that he would be more than thrilled to join Banagher, he quickly managed to regain his composure, putting his right fist up to his mouth and making a motion as if he were coughing into it, like trying to ignore the fact of what he had just done. Though, when his hand moved, his smile was still very much there on his white face before he pulled down his mask back upon his face, the omedy-style mask keeping the expression seemingly locked on his face. Even if he were rejected at the very door, he was still extremely gleeful about the possibility to once more do a private showing. Oh, how the very thought of it brought back memories of performing before kings and queens, lords and ladies, generals and warlords. All types, he didn't mind, as long as he could find a way to entertain them that they quite enjoyed, and so did he often find that certain charm to his acts that each set of people found so interesting. Where often his entertainment might have started off a bit awkward, a general expiramentation of various things, it quickly blossomed into a masterpiece in its own right as he watched and gaugedthe reactions of his many spectators. And if he could do that all, again... If he could tap into that true showman's artistic talent in the silent wonderment that came with being a mime. Perhaps it would not be the end of his private showing once more escalating to true entertainment for the rich and picky... Of course, such a thing would not stop him frmo still showing his skill freely upon the streets. Without those people, he might have starved quite a time ago. |
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