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Posted by Gremlin on Jan 9, 2022 21:44:54 GMT -6
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Jan 14, 2022 21:39:20 GMT -6
Knight of Sask
From a distance the high pitched whine of quad motors could be heard as a drone zipped over the school walls and along the lawn. Now most times this would set off tons of warning systems but this one was registered ahead of time. Hell if one was able to look closely at the top of the drone they would have seen a small chair glued to the center where a tiny individual sat controlling it. Herbert couldn't believe he didn't think of this himself. What better way to get around for someone with his abilities? So when his parents gave it to him at Christmas and he spent time modifying the chassis and control systems to work with motion gloves. He was the happiest kid in the world. It seriously beat getting his drivers license.
Whizzing along over the lawn he banked when he came to the sidewalk and sped along the ice crusted walkway till he came to a pair of individuals. One was some furry guy with a tail and the other looked like an anime park flasher plopped into a bean bag chair. Stopping short of the two he raised the drone into the air a bit more and angled back and forth getting both of them in the camera view before slowly circling to head to the door. A tiny speaker blared out under the drone. “Whoops … ee ee excuse me. DDDD D Didn't mean to iiiii i iii interrupt.” Once he got close enough to the door the drone wobbled as Herbert jumped down and returned to normal size …. only to slip on the same ice the monkey man did earlier and land on his back facing the sky. “ ….. ow ….” Rolling off his back he reached down to his boots and twisted a pair of orange bands and then dusted himself as he got back up his boots now crunching in the ice as his grips now prevented him from slipping anymore.
Watching her take her first bite he watched the look on her face change from speculation to surprise as she chewed and savored the fish. Smiling in return he nodded as he turned back to the other dishes platting the croguets he added a few wedges of lemon for Aoi to squeeze as she seen fit. “I've c cc cooked for as long as I iii can remember. Folks were busy ww with wwww work all the time so I pppp p picked it up and seem to have a knack for it.” Picking up the plate he turned and brought it over taking the empty one from her and placing the next one down. “Nnn no .. just …. watched a lot ….aaa and I mm mmm mean a lot of anime. … Subs not dubs. And Iron Chef and other cc cc ccccooking shows.”
He grinned at her admission of interest in cooking as well at her admonishment of putting too much effort in he waved her off. “nn nn Nah. When you ddd do something do it right.” Motioning to the plate. “Here we have Salmon fish cakes … ss ss seasoned with cinnamon, clove, fennel, star anise, and szechuan peppercorns.” At the question about his powers he blinked and tried to think back as he slowly turned and walked towards the dishwasher of all things. “About ttt two years now.” Reaching out he pulled on the release and opened the door releasing a huge bout of steam and a foil wrapped package on the top rack which he pulled out and started to carry to the counter. “W... what about … you?”
Lost in his own little world as the bear trundled off Herbert was already placing the fish down and with a long blade was slicing the 9 lb slab into portions. It wasn't often he was given a challenge like this and he was chomping at the bit to do a solo iron chef moment if you will. Putting his headphones back in he began to pull out fresh and dried spices and herbs. Chopping them up and adding them to bowls of sesame oil. Figuring he had enough meat to do at least three if not 4 different dishes he decided to do something along the lines of a 4 course meal.
It was quite the ordeal as he moved adjusting the heat on one pan basting with another. Placing a pot on to boil with a small wok to heat. He moved with a confidence that often his parents wished he had in the rest of his day to day life. By the time Aoi returned Herbert had already had 4 plates set up on the counter in front of him. Each one had different items on it and a table to the side had a seat prepared with chop sticks and cutlery. It was obvious that this was Aoi's place to sit in Judgment.
“Nnn no I'm good …. ss shouldn't be more than a few minutes … so sss sit down and I hope you like it.” Plucking the lid off a pan the room was suddenly perfumed with the scent of cinnamon, clove, fennel, star anise, and szechuan peppercorns. “Pppp perfect.” scooping out of some oil he placed what looked like croquet onto a small rack lined with paper towel and then left them to cool as he turned to a slab of raw Salmon. Picking up a long slender knife he ran the blade through the flesh with a steady stroke and a final flick separating it from the skin only to lay it down on a long rectangular plate. He did this 6 more times before picking up a small bowl he had prepared and began to dribble the contents all over the meat. Dusting the whole thing with some chopped chives and sesame seeds he picked up the first plate and walked over to where Aoi was to sit and gently placed the first dish down in front of her. “First we have a simple Salmon Sashimi. To start off with. I dressed it in a ginger and hot oil sauce. Garnished with chives, cilantro, and Sesame seeds. … Enjoy.”
Turning he moved back to the station to plate his second offering.
Following the bear to the fridge he looked a bit confused when she pulled out a wrapped package and placed it on the counter. But when she cut it open Herbert's eyes went wide at the sight of one of the most beautiful salmons he had ever laid eyes on. Looking at the note on the board he reached out tentatively and picked up one of the slabs and inspected it. The meat and fat ratio was superb and the heft of the fresh fish just sent his mind spinning at the ideas. Looking at the bear he smiled and nodded.
“I … iii I'll need about 45 min. W … wwwwhy don't you go and get changed and come back in about 45 mmm mm minutes so I can go to tt ttt town on this beauty.” Turning he carried the slab to a counter and then immediately began to get to work. Pulling out pans and pots and getting things ready to simmer boil and bubble. One thing Aoi would have noticed is the pulling out and the loading of a rice cooker.
Keeping a respectful distance Herbert noticed a bit of a pick up in the bears movments as it began tot write again. It was obviously a task and a half given the paws. Which made him wonder if she was stuck in this form or why she didn't want to switch back. Which got him wondering what happens to her cloths when she shifts? Or would her human form have a natural fur bikini like in anime's? WAIT was she a bear girl?!! did she have the ears of a bear and a little cute tail in human form? Blushing slightly at the mental image he shook his head a bit before looking back down at the board. Sure He could speak Japanese but reading it was a little tricky for him. So he was muttering and sounding out the message on the board before it clicked and the message became clear to him.
Looking at her in surprise he took a few steps back and held up his hands in apology. “aa i ya daijoo da shi ha sore o saku tte i tano de, hitobito ha kimyou na jikan ni ie ni ki tsu ta toki ni so hayaku shokuji o su ru koto ga de ki mashi ta. dakara, ana ta ha sore ni hijouni kangei sa re tei masu.” (Oh no, it's alright. I was making it so people could have quick meals when they come home at odd hours. So you are very welcome to it.)
At the request of his name he quickly moved and bowed respectfully. “
shi no burei o yurushi te ku dasai. shi no namae ha dana mu-habato shi ha juushichi sai de, hai, shi hako ko deha kanari atarashii ki senpai desu.” (Forgive my rudeness. My name is Dunham Herbert. I am seventeen years old and yes I am quite new here Aoi senpai.)
Well the bear wasn't attacking him immediately so that was a good thing. Plus watching it manhandle … or was it bear batter? Meh it was amusing how the bear grasped and fumbled with the board. Yet seemed to be adept at writing. Stepping slightly closer he leaned to look at what was being written and did his best to puzzle out what was being implied. At the mention of not eating people He visibly relaxed but when she said it needed more pepper he gave a confused look. The second part about being better human probably meant it wasn't enough for the bear form? Wait … bear form? So she was some kind of shifter. Well that made sense now that he thought about it. I mean why the hell would they allow a bear to roam around the school with kids. But it was the last question that made him blink. Invisible? Wait that's right she lost track of him and to anyone unable to catch it it would look like that. Smiling he shook his head no. “N .. nn No I don't turn invisible. I … I'm a shh shh shh.” Shaking his head he grumbled. “I'm a shrinker. I get really really small.” He held up his thumb and forefingers till they were about a centimeter apart to indicate how small he could get.
It was interesting watching her polish off a gallon of ice cream that quickly. He even winced a bit thinking about the brain freeze. It was when she started writing again and he read that she liked cooking as well especially fish that something clicked in Herbert's mind. Her name Aoi had been a little odd to start with but after trying to think of what cooking styles she would prefer he blinked. Looking at the bear he tilted his head and said in slightly accented Japanese, without a hint of stuttering. “Ki i te moushiwakearimasen ga, shi o rikai shite i masu ka?” (Sorry to ask, But do you understand me?)
Hiding behind the leg of the counter Herbert stood there peeking out at the utterly confused bear as he looked about and snuffled. It was obviously looking for him and knew he was still there. But for the life of the white fluffy killing machine it couldn't pin him down. Of course it looked down at the veritable feast of roast beef ends and spiced bark from the outer bits and tore into them with hunger and abandon. Yet the movements were delicate and measured as well. More like it was eating out of a needed hunger rather than a ravenous need to tear into something. And it really seemed to be appreciating it as well. Licking the whole area clean and even picked up the dropped bowl and placed it gingerly in the sink.
The whole situation was bizarre beyond measure. It was like watching those old coca cola commercials around Christmas time. And those weird LG washing machine commercials where the grizzly bear took off it's fur and washed it. Then put on the now white hide and walking off as a polar bear. Moving around when the bear's back was to him, Herbert leaped up onto the counter top and moved from appliance to appliance watching. What sealed the whole thing that this wasn't a typical bear was when it got up lumbered over to the freezer and pulled out some ice cream for dessert. It was almost comical as she attempted to use one of the big spoons to work at opening the lid.
It was when the bear looked up and around again that Herbert noticed the collar and sign. Parts of it was smudged from moving around and the fur brushing over it. But he was able to still read it for the most part. “.... Ice fishing? …. would be funnier if she said paintball.” Was all Herbert could think to say in his diminutive state. Without a bullhorn or loud speaker of some kind to amplify his voice there was no way she would have heard him anyways.
So finally calmed down enough to want to take a second crack at things Herbert moved over to the edge and leaped across the counter to the table and then to a open spot on the floor keeping the table between the two in case he had to run. Relaxing the mental muscle he returned to normal size and popped up into view again. Looking at her obviously ready to bolt again if needed he gestured at her slowly. “You're nn not going to tt tt try and eat me are you? I mean you just pp polished off about 4 lbs of roast beef tips. …... out of cc curiosity …. how were they? I was worried about tt too much pp pepper in the spice mix.”
Unfortunately for Aoi her grunt to let folks know she was there had fallen on deaf ears. Or rather Herbert's ear buds were blocking the sound of her snorting grunt from grabbing his attention. Blasting in his head was the song Wake me up by Avicii. Which had him moving about a little lighter on his feet than most times. Some called the song pop, some rock, hell some said it's beat put it more in the country aspect. Herbert didn't care. It often made him feel better. It was a guilty pleasure song like Freaks by Timmy Trumpet.
Having found his carving knife he was busy slicing the huge roast into slices trimming the fat and sliding off the off bits into a bowl. “I tried carrying the weight of the world. But I only have two hands. Hope I get the chance to travel the world! But I don't have any plan aaans!” The rest of the lyrics he began to mumble sing as he worked. Lost entirely to the moment and song he finished carving the bark and slices stacking them. Picking up the bowl of odd ends he did a bit of a shuffle step and spun looking down at the bowl as he moved to walk over to place the bowl on another table when he felt it.
Now most folks have a danger sense. Some it's sharp and others couldn't figure out if a building was falling on them. But as the big ass bear trundled her way into the kitchen that danger sense kicked into high gear for Herbert. Only this time his distracted mindset had not allowed his brain to process it in time and as he looked up he came face to face with one of the largest and most ruthless predators in the world. Eyes popping wide in shock and horror his body stiffened and he began to tremble. The scent of fear flowing off him in waves and if he wasn't so tense at that moment he would have laid even money that he would have been even more grateful that he was wearing brown pants that particular day.
“Whoa! … I ah … ah ah ah ah” Slowly stepping back wards his hands shaking making the meat in the bowl jiggle and dance to the point a few of the end pieces flew out and splatted on the floor with meaty thunks. “Oh geez. Oh god. Oh Nutbunnies. Nnnnnn no I'm not vvv vvery good to eat mmm mmmm mr. Bear.” Taking a final step back and thinking he had a chance the young man just seemed to vanish from sight. Though what had actually happened was he had let go of the bowl leaving it to hit the floor with a BONG spreading meat all over the floor as he shrunk down to 1 cm in height in an instant and high tailed it under the counter like a mouse being chased by the most pissed off tom cat you could imagine.
What does one do when they are in a strange place and trying to adapt. Often they try to find familiarity. Some take solace in routine, Some in the other realms via books, video games, tv shows, etc... . It's the escape from the uncertainty and the here and now that they crave. Getting lost in the actions and mind set that allows them to function. For Herbert he often found that in one of three places in his home. His workshop building the next custom piece for his site, his room playing on his computer with Murphy at his side. Or as he stood now completely lost in the controlled chaos of the kitchen as pots and pans sizzled and bubbled away. The cook staff quickly got to know the young man and didn't think twice of him and his projects.
Always cleaning up after himself he left the kitchen with a small snack or a serving of whatever he decided to make that day and the rest … he just left out on the table with a small sign that said. “Free, Help your self.” Usually it was things like baked goods, Muffins, cookies, homemade protein bars, tarts, and other tasty treats. But today he was tackling something a little larger. He had noticed that there were plenty of folks who would come and go at all hours. Often coming into the kitchen looking for meals for some reason or another. Yet having to settle for something like a quick sandwich. Which to Herbert was only something someone should have with lunch and a bowl of soup.
So he figured he would take a stab at solving that issue with an old classic idea. Premade frozen home cooked dinners. Not wanting to waste the kitchens budget on something
like this he had delved into his own funds and placed a few orders online to local butchers and farmers markets. And perhaps it was fate but the morning of October 31st It all came in to his delight and confusion of the kitchen staff.
So for the past 4 and a half hours Herbert was lost in his own little world. The ear buds filling his head with an eclectic mix of hard rock, heavy metal, pop, anime theme music and even a few classics as he busied himself about the kitchen filling it with all sorts of smells. Rotisserie chicken and Roast Beef were the predominant smells. But for those with more sensitive noses the use of herbs was very heavy as well. Opening up the oven he based a few birds before shutting the door and moving over to another oven that dinged and removed a large tray of steaming crusty buns. Which he placed on the make table and began to coat the tops with a brush of garlic and herb butter so that before the crust hardened entirely the bread would be infused with the flavors. "Ok my pretties. Just let you cool then in about 20 I should be able to start portioning." Wiping his hands on a damp tea towel he looked at a few timers and tried to tick off some things in his head. "Now where did I leave my carving knife?" He muttered as he moved over to the chopping block and the huge resting slab of beef.
Taking the key from Liz Herbert looked at it and then reached down and attached it to a key clip. The offer to continue on was well received. His parents smirking at the obvious save shook their heads as Greg looked at his watch. “Well while that would be fun we got an 18 hour drive ahead of us. Bea has court in two days and I got to get back to my business as well.”
Nodding Herbert's mother smiled as she moved over and gave her son a hug. “Dad's right. As much as I would love to take the full tour you knew we could only stay long enough to get you settled and all the t's crossed and i's dotted.”
Hugging his mother back he nodded a little deflated at the sentiments. “What about Murphy? Can you send him now that we know it'll be ok?”
Sharing a look his parents obviously were having a silent conversation. And shaking his head Greg spoke up as he ruffled his sons head. “Not just yet Kiddo. Right now you're in a new school and new situation. We will hold off on it for a semester or two. You don't know what your life is going to be like yet and until you get into the groove of things. You don't want to have Murphy here being ignored now do you?”
Herbert honestly had no argument for that. They were right on all counts. “Yeah you got a point.”
That actually threw all three of them. The entire Dunham family actually stared at Liz in confusion at the idea that Herbert could have his dog with him while attending the school kind of broke them for a moment. But being lead into a two person room and being told that Herbert was getting it all to himself kind of snapped them back into reality. Placing the cases in the room so Herbert could unpack at his own pace. “Well I guess that makes sense. Some folks powers would be attuned to animals so kind of pointless if they didn't have their medium near by to work with.” Said Greg with a contemplative tone.
Looking through the room and to the closet and into the bathroom Beatrice nodded in approval. “Private bathroom so he won't get planters warts like that summer camp when he was 8.” That comment made Herbert face-palm which made her look at him funny. “What? It was a pain in the ass taking you to get those things burned off. Though I'd pour some bleach into the shower before you use it to be safe dear.”
Herbert looked over at Liz with an expression that just said. HELP ME!!!
Grinning he looked to Zoro and leaned over and offered the Shepard the treat. “Yeah, A b b beagle named Murphy.” Kneeling down he began to scratch and give the dog all sorts of attention. And as he did there seemed to be a tension that began to melt from the young man. For the moment he was absorbed into the dogs awareness and the pain in the young man was obvious. He didn't want to be here. Yet he knew he had to be. His life was being thrown to the wolves so to speak and he was without his usual life lines.
Both his parents looked to Liz as Herbert lost himself in the animal. Letting out a small sigh Greg muttered “We didn't bring him with us cause we knew it would be hard for the both of them. Murphy has been a part of Herbert's life since he was 7 we got him as a pup and this is pretty much the first time the two have been separated.” Beatrice placed a hand on Gregs and nodded knowing that the trip home would be hard for them as well. “Now that we know animals are allowed. We will bring him with us when we visit.”
Taking a shuddering breath Herbert rose and nodded. “T.. thank you. … is he going to be around all the time?” There was a bit of a hopeful expression in his face. As he turned to follow the young lady to his new room.
Nodding in understanding. Most folks weren't up on anime when you used their Japanese names. In north America one had to often use the English translation name to get any recognition. “N .. Not surprising. It's what you get when y yy you turn the show Iron Chef on the fff food network into an anime.” Actually smiling he was honestly able to relax a bit as he got into explaining things.
Following her around the corner he listened to the whole crepes Suzette and omelets stuff and nodded. Those were fairly good things. So when she mentioned breakfast foods he let out a small laugh. “Everything is b … better with …. b … b bacon.” It was when she asked what his specialty was that he kind of froze. Not cause he didn't want to answer but more he wasn't exactly sure what to call his specialty. “um … I guess … for breakfast... I do a mm mean Monte Cristo b but I tend to go a bit off normal and make it …. k Club sandwich style.” Glancing down at the drooling dog he blinked and without thinking reached into his pocket and pulled out a baggie he always carried out of habit for his dog Murphy. Inside were some easily recognizable strips that any pooch would go bonkers for. He had Beggin strips. Popping open the bag one could easily smell the treat for the name sake and he had almost tossed the pooch one when he halted and looked to Liz. “oh … Nut bunnies …. Sorry f f force of habit with mm Murphy … is it ok?” Holding up the strip to show her.
It wasn't lost on Herbert that she deflected on his question but it was expertly deflected with the joke about the kitchen. Actually grinning a bit he Nodded in understanding. It was common sense. Hell in any military the person you really don't want to piss off isn't any of your superiors or the generals in any way. In fact the top brass of any walk of the military walk on egg shells around this individual. And that was the head cook. You piss off that man and your time in the military gets even worse. After all as the old saying goes. An army marches on it's stomach. So there was no way in hell he was going to get on the bad side of the school head cook.
Herbert's gaze was drawn to his parents when she asked her last question. And the quite audible snickering like they were sharing an inside joke. Which wasn't really a inside joke but at the same time was. Herbert loved cooking. It was one of the things he did the most to unwind and de-stress after a long hard day. It was common for their neighbors to find little baskets of fresh baked goodies or pots of soups and stews. His mother swore Herbert's stress cooking made her put on 10 lbs. cause of how good it was. “Y … Yes … a little … la lately I've been watching a lot of Sh … Shhh … Shokugeki no Soma”
Taking one of Herbert's cases Beatrice nodded at Liz's comment. “It's good to see that the staff her is so dedicated.” Walking along behind Herbert and beside her husband the two began to make motions and speak in Gaelic to each other. Commenting on the schools quality and what they had read already on the place.
Herbert moved along with her hoisting the case up the stairs with a little effort. Looking over at her he pursed his lips a bit and opened and closed his mouth a few times. So when he spoke it was rather quiet. “Wh, Wh .. what do you mean Sister School? I .. I … I thought this was the only school.” He kept his face from looking at her obvious uncomfortable talking with new people. Though when she mentioned the kitchen he seemed to perk up a bit. But then how would she know his interest in cooking and being able to be let loose in a industrial commercial sized one none the less. A grin spread over his lips as he looked over at the case his mom was pulling and the thick note book he had full of recipes he had collected and developed himself. “.... um … is the Kitchen free range?”
The fact Herbert was opening up brought smiles to his parents faces and they went silent. Watching him as he struggled to push his way out of his shell.
