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Post by Chef on Apr 16, 2015 17:36:26 GMT -5
Elish’s had gone through a bit of a slow patch lately. His regular customers had been afraid to be out and about in the city, so Chef stood behind his counter waiting for anyone, literally anyone to walk in.
He had cleaned the place top to bottom, and so, with a healthy dose of elbow grease, the place looked like a shithole.
”Watch yerself.” Chef grunted at nobody in particular, but the nobody in particular took the hint, and won’t call Chef’s restaurant a shithole again. After that.
”You’d better see that you don’t.” Chef again spoke outloud to nobody, the boredom of being alone for so long starting to get to him. His people, the Besa, were not sedentary people, and Chef felt inside him the longing of adventure. He had been on Earth for…how long had it been? Too long, if you asked him.
He stepped out from behind the counter, and hung a sign in the window. He couldn’t keep standing in the restaurant alone day after day not doing anything. He would need help for that. He would need company.
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Emanuel/Cellaci
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Post by Emanuel/Cellaci on Apr 20, 2015 20:32:45 GMT -5
Central city, bustling with activity like a beehive that had been set to eleven in a scale of one to ten in terms of productivity was...unnaturally less noise polluted than he was used to. Emanuel drew a bit of entertainment from watching people dressed or accessorizing in unique ways pass by him on the street. Dogs would parade through the streets in a giant head to toe cat outfits advertising sushi shops, they did it with all the enthusiasm one would expect having to dress up as their natural enemy; The glazed over looks of 'Fuck my life' forced Emanuel to stifle his laughs until he'd crossed far enough in the street to prevent them from hearing him as well as his comment of 'What's the matter, cat got your everything?' That was only a small example of what this city offered in terms of street entertainment. This novelty had seemed to thin out the farther he walked down the streets, the cracked surfaces of the pavements and graffiti served to explain why most would try to avoid this particular place.
Either Emanuel wasn't at good at reading as he'd thought or the artist that committed their tag to the same wall that had some genuinely impressive graffiti art didn't know how to spell. "The fuck does Grommet mean?" He pondered out loud with his hands on hips as he sized up the wall that connected to the subway line.
Evidently Emanuel's rather casual manner of dressing, which always included his black tank top, was enough to make a unhealthily confident thug think he would be his big score of the day. The barrel of a firearm was pulled to Emanuel's forehead. Emanuel was so minutely threatened he even allowed the man to line up his shot. The thug sneered having found someone with reflexes so dull they couldn't even sense him after he'd basically waved the gun from it's concealed position in his jacket pocket with all the subtly of a firecracker, or perhaps he was just that good. "You're gonna give me your wallet" he spat with an accent that was clearly not from being raised in the city, a country boy thinking he was tough shit with a gun.
Emanuel's lips curled into a confident grin "Sure."
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A heavy crash echoed across the interior of Chef's establishment reverberating off the walls at the presence of a heavy object ricocheting off the side of the wall. The object tumbled across the ground a few times after bouncing off the wall before finally losing kinetic energy and coming to hushed stop. The unconscious body of a blonde man in his mid twenties lay on the ground with the dismantled remains of a hand gun clutched in his grip. Emanuel followed near synonymously to the moment when the man struck the ground "Hey, sorry, the guy wanted my wallet so I gave it to him." He pointed to blonde individual currently in dreamland or wherever one goes when their lights get knocked out, Emanuel's wallet was lodged in his mouth.
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Post by Chef on Apr 20, 2015 21:03:36 GMT -5
Chef looked on in bemusement. Had this person really just sent another person through the wall of his restaurant? Chef looked at the person sized hole in the wall, and at the man standing in it, looking proud of himself. Chef groaned, and folded two of his arms in front of him, rather unhappily.
”Well, you did a great job giving it to him, I have to say. This fella doesn’t look like he’ll be waking up any time soon. You gotta avoid the shit like this on the streets. What, are you new around here? You gotta realize that you don’t even have to knock fools like this out, you just gotta talk a big game. You want some soup?”
The anger that Chef felt about his wall had left as quickly as it had it come. He was almost literally praying for company before this had occurred, so he couldn’t exactly be mad when what he was asking for happened. He turned and cocked his head at the young man. He looked almost human. Clearly he was stronger than the average person though. The blonde on his floor still hadn’t moved.
”Nah, you don’t really look like a soup kind of guy. So what’ll it be? It’s on the house. Comes with a nice breeze too.” Chef took the opportunity to make a joke at his own expense and pointed at the hole that the kid had just created.
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Emanuel/Cellaci
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Post by Emanuel/Cellaci on Apr 20, 2015 21:45:45 GMT -5
Emanuel took the scolding in rebuttal to putting a hole in the quadra-armed alien's establishment with neutral eyed expression, his eyes would noodle around through the course of the alien's spiel. His posture was impetuous standing at attention to what he has only deduced was the establishment's owner by the time he offered him soup. He'd struggle to think why else a strange alien would offer him soup unless soup was a vernacular for something he didn't which to have. Emanuel raised a finger to point at the stranger, he obviously did not seem a native to the land as he was the first of his kind he'd seen around at all, his finger's trajectory landed on the mysterious chef "You have four arms, that's awesome, how much does that help when you gotta multitask?"
Emanuel sucked his teeth at his error in introducing himself "Sorry, poor lapse of judgment to have those be the first words you hear." He inched forward towards the puncture wound the wall had suffered taking a piece of the buildings fragment which lay on the ground in his hand. He held it out in front of him with a grimace "My bad, I didn't think anyone around here would own something worth damaging." The shard of mortar concrete he held slipped out of his hand and clanged against the other pieces of stone that had yet to be displaced. The mention of food made him drop his concern.
"Oh well if you were planning on redecorating like this then you're welcome." He entered the place via the hole he'd made seeing it as the most convenient entrance. "It's not too bad, it could be a door, or like a drive thru area" He tried validating his mistake but felt he was failing quite miserably. "I'll just take a steak if you have it, you know what I'll work it off too."
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Post by Chef on Apr 20, 2015 22:21:44 GMT -5
The man had looked blank faced during Chef’s little speech, and then pointed to Chef’s arms, and complimented him. Besa’s were not used to being complimented, so Chef frowned in shock, and then let out a deep laugh.
”Yer damn right it helps when I need to multitask. I can cook anything with four arms. You ever tried flipping a pancake, an egg, an omelet? It’s impossible to do perfectly with two arms, I’d bet. But with four arms I can not only nail it, I can be cooking a skillet, a frittata, anything at all, you name it at the same time. But I digress, I’ve been cooking a lot time, lad, and having four arms is pretty awesome. Though these two bottom ones are useless in a fight. Never could figure out why that is.”
The man seemed to operate on a different system of manners than the rest of the Earth, Chef was starting to notice. He immediately apologized, after Chef was finished with his little speech, for his lack of an introduction.
”Never you mind that, I’ve had stranger introductions in my time. You can call me Chef, my boy, don’t worry about the hole in the wall. This entire place is a hole in the wall, but it’s mine. As long as you don’t do any further damage I think we’ll be okay.”
“I’ll just have a steak if you have it, you know what I’ll work it off too.” Chef’s jaw dropped in surprise. He hadn’t expected his help wanted ad to be answered in such a fashion, but he was happy to have a new employee. He just needed to see if this man was fit to work in his restaurant first.
”Well, lets get you that steak first, and then we can have a little interview, how about that. Come, sit, sit, I’ll pop that on the grill for you.”
Chef motioned to one of the seats at the counter, and set out some utensils for the young man.
”You ever work in a restaurant before, my boy? It’s a different sort of beast, having to serve people. You get used to it though. People are very particular about their foodstuffs. What’s yer name, by the by, I don’t think you mentioned. You from Central City originally? You seem like a foreigner.”
Chef hoped he wasn’t launching too many questions at the young man all at once. But when someone crashes through your wall and then offers to work for you, you kind of want to get to know them, at least a little.
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Post by Emanuel/Cellaci on Apr 20, 2015 22:52:58 GMT -5
Emanuel was essentially ushered in like a old friend which he honestly couldn't believe. The quadra-armed alien introduced himself as 'Chef' although it was a rather peculiar choice of name for someone so obviously not of their world it was better than referring to him as boss. This also added a new layer of strange as Emanuel's manner of getting his foot in the door occupationally was busting a hole through his new bosses business. He'd wonder of this was just the standard application to work here but there didn't seem to be anymore holes in the way other than the one he recently made. Emanuel let Chef go on in his explanation before he would respond, getting in good with the boss would have to begin early what better way then by being a patient listener. He was also dead set on receiving that steak but he would let priorities unravel at their own pace.
He took his seat with a patient faint smile of enthusiasm, the scent of grill being ignited mixed with the yet to fade scent of burgers having been fresh off a grill before his arrival. 'You ever work at a resturant before, my boy?' He allowed Chef to finish his explanation about the cutthroat industry of the culinary arts before giving his half baked response.
"Well I'm not what you would call 'experienced' but I've had reason to cook for myself a lot." He shifted in his chair. It squeaked with chirp that is demanded to be oiled, he would make note of that as his first suck up task. "My name is Emanuel, born and raised in central city actually but I can see why you'd think I'm not a regular, my Dad is military and has a lot of cause to drag me places, that and dear old dad shacked up with a Saiyan" he says as if critiquing his Father's choice in women.
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Post by Chef on Apr 20, 2015 23:02:45 GMT -5
The kid wasn’t experienced in culinary style, but Chef hadn’t exactly expected him to be. With things like capsule food, there wasn’t as much a demand for people to go into the culinary arts. If Emanuel, as he called himself, knew what Chef was, or if he had any experience with Besa at all, he probably wouldn’t be so keen on jumping into Chef’s service, but Chef liked to think that he broke down the barriers of his species, transcended the “eat everything in sight” mantra that was engrained in his peoples psyches. In fact, Chef had limited himself into eating mainly fruits and vegetables, with the occasional animal based protein thrown in. It had been many, many years since the Besa had consumed a sentient life form.
”Military, you say? What branch was he in?” Chef was actually very much enjoying the company of this young man. He hadn’t actually had a conversation with someone in a very long time, his regular costumers usually just keeping to themselves, which was fine by Chef, but certainly made the day a little bit lonelier.
Then the kid dropped the bombshell.
”You’re half Saiyan?” He hopped that he could keep the edge out of his voice. He wasn’t upset with the kid for being Saiyan, there was nothing wrong with Saiyans in general. His hand reached up and rubbed his throat instinctively. It had been a Saiyan who almost killed him. He didn’t really want to relive that experience, but he had a feeling that the kid before him wasn’t going to do anything like that other Saiyan he had known, so long ago. ”What an interesting combination. You don’t find many half human, half Saiyan’s nowadays. Or at least…not that I’ve run into.”
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Post by Emanuel/Cellaci on Apr 20, 2015 23:29:28 GMT -5
"Heh, this guy was unlucky enough to run into one but to be fair he had a gun pointed at me" Emanuel pointed his thumb behind him to the his would be blonde assailant who stirred slightly against the bed of broken stone he lied face up on. "It didn't and wouldn't have done him any good though but you know." Emanuel shrugged nonchalantly believing he was not to blame for the thugs choice in target, he'd even shown restraint knowing that a serious strike would have likely killed him. He saw nor felt no pleasure in bullying those that couldn't defend themselves, it was boring not to mention infuriating if he were to witness the act.
"My Dad is part of the earth's space patrol and defense, he deals in defending against hostiles that come from other planets and he's reasonably busy with all of that so I end up having the house to myself a lot." He sighs clicking his fingertips against the table. He'd recited the explanation of his father's profession with practiced efficiency. "Every now and then I invite the friends over and trash the place sure, but he's never back in time to see the mess, if my Dad ever swings by here swear on your life you won't tell him that." Emanuel digresses from the topic with a a combination of a chuckle and smile replacing his previous demeanor of mechanical rigidness.
"How did you manage to get here, I mean I should be asking why; why earth?" He drummed his fingertips against the table that lay in front of him the spark of curiosity possessing him to ask just what this modest cerulean orb had to offer his new boss. "If this is a border crosser please tell me but I figure give and take you know?" Manuel's general speech tone was that of genuine joviality, when speaking more often than not his voice was upbeat if a little subdued at times.
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Post by Chef on May 4, 2015 21:05:30 GMT -5
Chef listened politely, surprise hopefully not showing when the young man mentioned that his father was part of the patrol of Earth. Chef certainly didn’t have anything wrong with the earth patrol force, but there was the whole, Besas don’t really like humans racial thing that Chef had to try to force down every time it reared its ugly head. It was hard work not being specist when it had been ingrained in you for so long. His mentioning hostile aliens also made the back of Chef’s thick neck turn a shade of red. He didn’t want to be seen as a hostile alien, but he couldn’t really help but be an alien.
”I promise that I won’t him.” Chef gave the young man a wink, and placed the steak dinner down in front of him, complete with potatoes and asparagus, some earth vegetables and tubers that Chef had found delicious.
”You don’t really choose the easy questions to ask, do you son?” Chef chuckled after having been asked why Earth. ”The only borders that have been crossed were me coming to Earth.” He tried to let the joke land before continuing. ”I came to earth because I needed to get away from where I was before. I don’t know if you know anything about the Besa, that’s the race I am, but if you do, you’ll probably not really need much of an explanation. Let’s just say I had a difference of ideals with the people I was living with. Not to mention other things….but that’s a story for a different time. We have to find some way to put you to work.”
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Post by Emanuel/Cellaci on May 5, 2015 22:51:12 GMT -5
Emanuel made no effort to hide that he was clearly eying the food with the intensity of a wild boar fresh out the wild looking for something to devour. The addition of the vegetables to accentuate the meal only served to make his attention to the sizzling assortment of delectable foods intensify, he would not lie in saying that he was a heavy eater, at good portion of the groceries his father had to constantly stock up on were essentially just to sustain him. He did not adopt his eating habits from his Father as when Emanuel goes to check the pantry it is usually almost completely full, his father may have been larger bodily but he had the appetite of a kitten compared to his son.
”You don’t really choose the easy questions to ask, do you son?”
"Hah, subtly is not my specialty." He said breaking his rabid eyes away from the meal being prepared to extend a little more courtesy to his new employer looking him in the eyes with a small smile as well as a laugh at the small jab at his means of arriving on Earth. Emanuel was polite allowing Chef to finish his answer before responding "I can't say I'm familiar with your race, I've met quite a few through my Dad's work, they are too many to memorize." He sat at attention as Chef began to postulate what occupation he should be given "I could always be a security guard, I'm good at keeping people pacified."
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