[open] come along for food

[isaz]

Who: Boreas and you!
Where: Kitchen
When: Lunchtime, early part of sick week 1
Rating: Nothing spicy here except food, maybe
What: Grumpy dragon dad cooks.

From: Wintersmith

I am roasting something I hunted.

Tell me something about your home and I will give you a piece.

[ True to his message, Boreas can be found inside the Temple's rudimentary kitchen. He's cleared out a decent amount of space next to the oven, the carcass of a deer-pigeon fusion animal on the counter with half of the meat sliced off. A rich smell emanates from the brick oven where several cuts of meat are currently cooking - not-quite buttery, carrying notes of spice and zest.

He'll be cooking slices of the deerpigeon as people come, plating them when the juices have completely soaked in. The meat is a bit tough, which he has tried to remedy by cutting slits in the meat in hopes that the residual fat would soften the muscle. What might stand out to others is the manner that it has been seasoned with - the meat is rubbed with butter and some oil to make up for the leanness of the meat, but there is also noticeable amounts of berry paste stuffed into the steak. The texture of the paste is much like pesto, along with how little it has been added, clearly evident that it is meant to serve as seasoning. If one licks a bit of the paste, they'll find that it's the source of the spiciness. It's a strange sort of flavour, but not entirely unpleasant - just unique. Mixed in with the paste are bits of something hard, possibly seeds. Biting them stings, like peppercorns.

Adults may be offered a glass of wine if they look like they need one. Otherwise, feel free to hang out in the kitchen while he cooks his kill. Ask questions, chat with each other, tell him stories while the temple flu isn't too intense.

Occasionally one might see him with his horns replaced by bunny ears. There's probably a reason to it but he's not telling you ]

[ ooc: feel free to tag each other as well! he'll just be around cooking until the meat runs out. if anyone has taste preferences he can try to accommodate them. if you'd like to do wildcards I'm game. hit me up on plurk or via pm ♥ ]

Comments

[bleps]

Yes.

[He's had to explain this more than once since his arrival here, so much that the script might as well be committed to memory, revealed in the rather automatic way he begins to explain.]

That's the general concept behind androids. We're created to resemble humans as closely as possible, for the sake of interacting more harmoniously with them.

[isaz]

[ Created to resemble humans for the sake of interacting more harmoniously with them.

There's a slight narrowing of his eyes in thought, his eyelashes half-covering his iris. They're a crystalline gold, different from the vivid sheen of human eyes - almost reptilian. ]

I see. I think I am familiar with the concept...

[ So, the same principle as Lucius, then. The same principle that led to the crafting of Lord Light's vessel... he's not really sure how to feel about it. Though, it'll be rude if he leaves Connor hanging, so he returns his expression to normal ]

A pleasure to meet you. I am the Wintersmith.

[ He'll offer a hand for a shake, at least ]

[isaz]

It would be remiss to not.

[ He folds his arms again; the gesture seems to be his default posture while standing ]

We don't have any allies from outside this place. We have to work together.

[isaz]

You have a dog?

[ — is what comes to mind first. Dogs... he's heard of them, animals as companions. Though they were mostly companions for people living in other regions. He knows a little but not much. ]

What sort of dog?

[isaz]

[ He meets her gaze when she speaks. From her demeanour and all that he's watched her with, it seems that she is someone accustomed to royalty. Not that he has good experiences with them, given that the task that propelled him to (in)famy was the public execution of one... but that doesn't really matter now. Here, everyone is equal, and he ought to approach this with civility. ]

I am not a lord of man. I am a lord of dragonkind; I mediate their relations with my nation.

[ This is the first thing he speaks about, given her potential past status. He has always distinguished himself as different from other, monarchial leaders, and this approach hasn't failed him yet. ]

[sunborne]

I would love some! [ he gets closer to the station where the man is at, trying to see what is laid out to get an idea of what to do.

oh! and before he forgets himself: ] Thank you! It smells delicious.

[ truth be told, daylight has no idea how the meat from the creatures in the forest would interact with his systems. he wants to try all the same since, frankly, he's getting kind of tired of his weird mishmash diet.

there's only so much apple juice and shakes and bland bread pieces that meddy scrounges up for him. ]

I'm Daylight, by the way. Daylight vis Lornlit! It's nice to meet you, mister. [ clearly one of the new folks. he would remember cool horns like his anywhere in the past! ]

[p_mortem]

Mm. A shiba inu.

[ ...Although, if Boreas isn't familiar with dogs, maybe knowing the breed name doesn't help at all. ]

He's not really my dog. He's... a dog. Who's here with me.

[ He wishes he could explain it in better terms than the fact that calling Koromaru his "pet" feels wrong, because he's not a pet. He's so much more than one. ]

[purrtagonist]

[ha]

Fortunately, most people here feel the same way. Which is kind of surprising, but I won't complain.

[invasif]

Dragonkind.

[ Murmured with weary thoughtfulness. ]

My lord told tales of dragons, but I never met one for myself.

[ The covetous nature of powerful spell casters was a burdensome annoyance to a dragon. All they ever wanted was their hide, their hearts, their teeth. Ilde really isn't any different, she thinks of things infused with power to their very bones as things to be dismembered. ]

They certainly do not mediate with us.

[tranquilforest]

It's somewhat of a shame that you've arrived now, while things are in such disarray. In the past, plants I brought from my home and elsewhere have flourished here in the Temple, but it seems that is no longer the case.

[Her own thoughts are trending somewhat towards the weather, but it's getting more difficult for her to stay focused these days...]

What is the climate like back in your home? How are you adjusting?

[bleps]

[Connor extends his hand to give it a shake -- polite, formal. Easy enough for him to fall into.

Easy for him to notice the narrowing of the other's eyes, too, and the oddity of it. But for now, he opts to continue the usual routine of pleasantries.]

It's good to meet you, too. Sorry, but is that your name, or a title?

[resistivity]

( it's enough like the bending subsets of his world that it makes him smile. wind is maybe a stretch, but hearing that some dragons can use lightning... he'd have to ask lord zuko if druk can, or any of the other dragons at the sanctuary. seeing zuko on druk had been... awe-inspiring. terrifying, in a way, but every part of him that was firebender had gravitated towards him like the earth orbits the sun.

mako shakes his head a bit, and leans against the countertop, his good hand curled around the mug's handle. )

I can't imagine a world like that. Where I'm from, they were hunted nearly to extinction. I've always wanted to see one up close.

[isaz]

[ He doesn't quite see the difference, but perhaps Minato had taken pity on the dog and took care of it. It would be cruel to let an innocent animal starve, too. ]

In my world, the hunting dogs were usually fed parts of a hunter's kill as reward for their help. I don't know if that's what your dog likes, though...

[isaz]

[ There's a slight pause as he digests Mako's words. Dragons? Hunted? That would have been laughed off in his world. The few dragon parts in circulation were relics from dragons that died of old age, or otherwise were old and feeble when they were killed.

Though, he's also aware how that's not the case for other worlds. If anything, it makes him pity those from Mako's world... and feel in part indignant for them. ]

If only one came to this world with me... then you could have met.

[ A shame, really. He purses his lips. ]

To have them hunted to death is a terrible crime. Some survived, i hope?

[isaz]

It is both.

[ Strange, he knows. And perhaps because of its strangeness, he's not inclined to deviate from it. The Wintersmith is who he is, both his job and his identity. ]

You said you learn base on what you experience? How do you find this place?

[isaz]

[ If that is no longer the case, then someone must step up to fulfil that lost duty. The question is who. ]

I come from a land of eternal winter. This place is warm, in comparison.

[ He's not sweating, and his unique composition allows him to cope.... but it's Different. ]

[isaz]

[ Indeed so. The dragons of Orbis Eden would not have paid attention to the scrawny mortals scurrying about beneath the sky if it did not imperil their very existence. ]

They are proud, powerful creatures. They would not have mediated with us either if not for a matter that concerns the world itself.

[ And with their cooperation, both dragonkind and mankind survived. ]

Though, none of them crossed over here with me. I am alone.

[isaz]

[ They'll take what they can that, is what. ]

I'm sure. We'll be cooperating in the future too, so I'll look forward to it.

[ Which includes feeding y'all apparently ]

[isaz]

[ Apparently they do eat meat. That's new, and surprising, but he can roll with it. ]

I am the Wintersmith. A pleasure to meet you.

[ He turns so that he can work on the meat now, picking up a knife. ]

Is there a part in particular you want?

[ There's lean meat and some fatty meat. He doubts Daylight would want the bones. Maybe he should grill it to medium rare, or mostly rare, so that it can be eaten. Most of the machines he met all have delicate mechanisms and it would be bad to gum up Daylight's system ]

[bleps]

[Odd. He shelves a question about names and titles to answer the one presented to him.]

I find it... interesting. It breaks many rules prevalent back home in Detroit, in terms of time and space -- not to mention the abilities that many people here once possessed.

Yet I've little choice but to accept it as my new reality.

[p_mortem]

He's not too picky, I think...

[ There's always a hard limit, of course, like burnt food nobody else would want to eat either, but Koromaru's been living on the streets for a while since he found a home in the dorms, so he must have had to live off whatever people could spare. ]

Senpai would cook him something like hamburger, when he was there. I fed him takoyaki sometimes.

[ Minato is an irresponsible pet owner, probably, but at least he can say that Koromaru liked takoyaki? ]

[resistivity]

A few did. Two that I know of specifically.

( it's a legend now, more than anything. how iroh protected them, and told the world of their demise so no one else would go looking. how they gifted fire lord zuko with a single egg. the dragon sanctuary in the fire nation is home to a few younger ones, but druk was the first one that left sun warrior territory.

also something... occurs to him. they've been talking for a while now, but mako still has no idea who this guy is. so. he holds out his hand. )

Anyway. I'm Mako.

[purrtagonist]

Mmm. So long as we all manage to keep our goals in alignment.

[he's considered what may happen if, in the future, the Circle broke off into factions. that hasn't happened at all so far, and he doesn't expect it to happen anytime soon, but. it's always a possibility]

[the fact that most of them were in agreement about helping when they could was almost a miracle in and of itself]

[sunborne]

[ there are... different parts... to meat....?

huh. guess he didn't pay attention to that part of when auntie chris' cooking lessons.

deciding to play it safe, daylight answers with a casual, ] Oh- I'm good with any piece, really. Whatever you're willing to throw my way is cool. It smells really good so I'm, like, sure anything will be awesome.

[ honestly? he's mostly fascinated by the food from how it smells and how it's being made. he knows it'll be nothing like auntie chris' delicate, sing-song way of making meals, but there's something comforting in seeing someone prepare and prep something for themselves or for others.

it's... neat. ]

[isaz]

[ Maybe it's for the better that he doesn't know what takoyaki is or he might have scolded Minato for such things. ]

Well, cooked meat is a first. Then maybe some grains for nutrition. I wouldn't prepare him things with too many condiments, something light is easier to digest for their systems.

[ Cooking meat helps to make sure that whatever animalcules inside are killed, too. ]

I can help you make food for him if you need.