Fantasy SuperWing Heroes

[Soviet Panda]

"Oatmeal." Connor said with a nod. "Stuff sticks to your ribs and fills you up good." What did he mean by 'sticks to your ribs'? Who knew, probably the rest of the old timers on board the ship. "And it's nice and simple to make to. Some hot water, some oats, sugar and other stuff, bananas included. Then boom, you have the bes breakfast known to man kind."

 

[Roth Sven Alumni]

Chyanne was trying to relax on the nose of the boat all quiet and nice without being rude to anyone but that could probably go out the window with all these people. She hopped off the nose of the boat and walked back towards the kitchen and looked at the few people that were there 'I really shouldn't get involved with them' she thought, 'ah fuck it, fuck it all' "Hey, Mr head master chef otherwise known as Connor, what all can you cook."

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Master chef. Phaw, don't make me laugh." he said, deftly pulling down a large pot and then swiftly pulling out a knife. "I can only make the simple stuff you'll live, but you might not like it." As he spoke, he gestured with his knife before finally cutting open the bag of oats. Dumping the bag in, he asks a question those that don't eat oatmeal probably wouldn't understand, and even then it might not be fully understood. "How soupy do you want it?"

 

[Roth Sven Alumni]

"Soooooooo................ Your not a master chef........" Chyanne had the biggest look of disappointment across her face when she found out she wasn't going to eat like a queen.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Course not. Why would you think I am? Don't need a fice star chef on a ship, especially on one like this. No, I do a bit of everything. Get paid the most that way." he said with a grin. Then came the hot water, steaming away. "Thank you." he said to the person that got the water. "Last chance. Soup or no."

 

[Ravian]

"Yeah, yeah. As long as granny can cook, that's all that matters." Laura pouted at the new comer girl playfully before strumming her ukelele again and again. As she came up with a song about oatmeal the old cook will make for them.

It doesn't matter how soupy the oatmeal is~


As long as it's real~


Then that's enough to make em happy~


Cause I'm freaking hungry~


It makes me grumpy~



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@Beowulf @anyone inside the kitchen

 

[Roth Sven Alumni]

'Oh dear god, what have I gotten myself into, I'm stuck on a ship full of morons, idiots, and I'm going to have to make my own meals, that is if I want to be able to eat like I used to anyways' her thoughts wandered off to a trailing blood bath of everyone, that was a pleasant thought for her. "Would you mind telling me what all we have to work with sir chef."

 

[y0k9o]

Smithy finished fiddling with his box and put it back in his pocket then moved his goggles on top his head walking up the stairs into the kitchen "Oi, make me turkey leg and bread please" looking at Chyanne and Connor turning around and sitting at the same table he was at earlier and stomped his cigar in the ground then took out another cigar and lit it with the candle on the table letting a huge puff of smoke out and chuckling humming a song from his people


@las0r0o7 @Beowulf

 

[Invisible monster]

((Hi, I'm really sorry I haven't been posting, there have been some unforeseen issues with my wifi, i may not be posting for the remainder of this week))

 

[Soviet Panda]

((I'm sure we can manage. And we shall keep this going and stalling until you come back.))


Connor looked at the man with a blank expression. "What did you want? I'm no five star chef, but I'm pretty sure I don't know gow to make that." Then a small grin appeared. "But I'm sure if you show me how to do it, I'll catch on. I'm a quick enough learner."

 

[Roth Sven Alumni]

Chyanne stepped down into the kitchen and started opening all the cabinets and then closing them, opening, closing, she did this up until she had looked through all of the cabinets and figured out where everything was. Then she started making her way out of the kitchen, she could bet that the two of them would likely be confused as to why she just rummaged through the kitchen


@Beowulf

 

[Captain Azulium]

Emmet looked around the room hoping to make to with one of his fellow crew members "hmmm...let me see...who should I talk to..." Emmett noticed the dark skin girl he'd seen earlier wasn't in the room, knowing she was the only dark-skinned person on the ship, finding her shouldn't be to hard.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"May I ask what it is that you are looking for?" Connor asked, stirring the mixture of oats and water together. Opening a cabinet at random, luck shines on him and reveals some sugar. "Ah, just what I was looking for." He had quite the sweet tooth, so he dumped a healthy portion of the stuff into the oatmeal. By the look and smell, the stuff was almost done.

 

[Roth Sven Alumni]

She stopped in her tracks "I was figuring out where everything was so I can cook when I get hungry, that is all.... Sir Chef...." She continued outside the kitchen and onto the deck and looked around at everything around her, people, water, water, water...... Water................ And don't forget the water...

 

[Ravian]

"Wahoo! Chef grandpops is almost finished." Laura began as she finally put her ukulele aside and approached the cooking elder man. "Do I get the big portion for making you cook? Yes?" she silently hoped for a positive answer as her stomach is growling loudly at her already.


@Beowulf @and co.

 

[Captain Azulium]

Before Emmett walked out the door the smell of oatmeal flew up his nose." ,Or maybe I'll look for her after a little taste" emmett sat himself in the closest seat he could find, which just so happened to be next to Laura.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"I'm no chef. How many more times do I have to say it? I do a bit of everything. I was just suckered into making everyone something." Connor said, wrapping a towel around the handles and easily lifting it and moving it to the center if the table. "Well? I 'aint your mums, go get a bowl and a spoon. I'll at least serve it to you. Hurry, before it gets cold and nasty."

 

[Invisible monster]

((Oh yessss, I have wifi once more. . Also, really sorry for the long, pretentious, and exposition-y post. It's the only way I could think to justify my character being absent for the last few minutes.))


Lyon slowly began to tune out of the conversation taking place in front of him, staring out at the sky, placing his eye on a single cloud. He'd stared up at those clouds for years, and now he had the means to explore them. Lyon leaned over the edge of the ship, looking at the ground far below. He hadn't been down there in years, since his father had moved up here for work. It was much easier to recruit crew members in a port as well known as this one, and they tended to be more experienced. The biggest downside was that, since it took so much time and energy, not to mention fuel, to transport goods up here, everything was expensive. And it was nigh impossible to farm when the ground was a giant hovering platform made of metal and wood, reinforced with the screams of the universe as the laws of physics were stretched to the breaking point. Lyon looked at the town. Where was he gonna go? He hadn't made plans, he'd just betted on his ability to go off on weird tangents and flights of interesting madness to lead him to some adventure. Seconds later, Lyon returned from his moment of temporary logic. I'll go to Algeth, he thought. Dad always went there for jobs, we'll find something interesting.


Lyon looked up at the deck. Hearing voices downstairs, he leaped away from the bannister and raced down the stairs, bursting into the kitchen, clattering the pots, serving implements, and assorted crockery that hung haphazardly from every wall. Lyon's eyes darted around the room as he took in the scene. You had to admit, this group had a funny sort of balance. It was a weird, but kind of awesome dynamic. Watching it happen was pretty cool. Providing you hadn't just forcefully reminded everyone of your presence by noisily bursting into the room and causing every loud object in the place to systematically swing and crash into one another. A childish, bombastic captain for a perfectly crazy crew. Lyon tried to look serious, like he hadn't just created a sound loud enough to be heard from the next island. "Oatmeal, huh?"

 

[Roth Sven Alumni]

Chyanne turned her head to look at what the big bang was only to find out it was the captain going into the kitchen. At this point in time was the best for this....... facepalm. She went back to facing the front of the ship after running her fingers through her hair, she sat on the edge of the ship all the way to the tip of the ram and sat there looking out at the clouds.

 

[Invisible monster]

((Hello, can someone post something? It's been ages.))

 

[Roth Sven Alumni]

@ThatOneCrazyPerson @Lunar Eclipse


You included

 

[Captain Azulium]

@ThatOneCrazyPerson @Lunar Eclipse
You included

Where exactly do we start?

 

[Roth Sven Alumni]

[QUOTE="Captain Azulium]Where exactly do we start?

[/QUOTE]
well if more people are back we can pick up where we started

 

[Captain Azulium]

OK cool

 

[The Hollowed]

Wait what?


 
NVM im not in this but i was watching it for some reason.