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One Piece: The Next Voyage

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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

〘𝓡𝔂𝓪𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓼/ 𝓚𝓸𝓫𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓱𝓲 小林 慧〙

>>Shokugeki no Ryan<<
>>NPCs only, currently. Feel free to interrupt him though.<<

The cart is ready. It has a small tandoor-style clay oven, a single wood-fired range, a small prepping station and a small dry-storage cabinet. The cart was being towed by a large, Chevrolet Silverado that practically screamed 'Murica. In the cab, Ryan had two large coolers packed with ice and various ingredients. Two more coolers could be seen as well, but these held no ice. Over bluetooth, Ryan said "Yeah, just bring the soft drinks. I have everything else. Wood? Yeah, its in the bed of the truck. We're good."

The call clicked off.

Arriving on the outskirt of the festival, Ryan checked in with the event staff and signed in. His location had been previous determined to be in the main sector of the festival. Not that it mattered to him. He is just doing this for fun now. He isn't even concerned with the competition. If the judge showed up to his stall, he or she can wait just the same, if there is a line anyways.

Parking his car, he unloaded the wood into the wood into the bottom of the clay oven, tied the four cooler onto any flat surface he can find on the cart and then went back to lock his car. Double-checking that he has all the things he brought, Ryan gave a small nod before beginning his push towards his location.

As he arrived, he wiped the sweat from his brows with the towel around his neck and parked the cart. Securing the wheels of the cart with chocks, he made some small adjustments as to how the cart would sit. Once satisfied, he untied all the coolers and arranged them in a fashion where his workflow would be maximized. Nodding softly, he squatted down and unloaded most of the wood, save for some smaller pieces. Starting a small fire, he began to condition his clay-oven and his range, wanting to preserve them even beyond this festival. Once the fire is started, he just leaves it to burn, adding wood very slowly to raise the temperature in a consistent manner. He also unpacked all the mise en place and arranged them in order. Checking in one of the coolers, he was satisfied with how the dough is proofing.

It is still rather early and his stall isn't open yet. He took out his dough, dumping it down onto the floured work surface on the cart. Kneading softly, he just wanted to elongate the gluten chain a little bit more and thats it. Once satisfied, he scrapped the dough back up and placed it back into a lightly oiled bowl and placed the entire sealed container back into one of the un-iced cooler to rest and proof a second time.

Meanwhile, the clay over is quite hot now. He stopped adding wood to let the temperature come down a bit and he does the same on the range side as well, maintaining the fire. From one of the ice-packed cooler, he took out some fresh soft tofu. Draining them slightly, he places a pot of water onto the range and lets it come up to temperature and further into boiling. He salts the water very gently while it boils. As it is coming up to temperature, Ryan dices the soft tofu into small bite-sized pieces, being mindful not to break any. Once the tofu is blanched through, he drains them carefully and places them into a bowl, storing it back into the one of the iced coolers. Next, he wiped down the pot and heated it until it was completely dry. Once dried, he took it off the heat and let it cool off before adding what looks like a preposterous amount of chili. Flakes, whole, seeds, grounds, pulp, everything. The pot was literally half filled with various forms of hot pepper. Within the blend, Ryan had chosen Sichuan peppercorn, in various ways, chili de arbol, in various forms, a little habanero for its floral flavor, and the classic Facing Heaven pepper, because he has to stay true to the dish's roots after all. Taking out a large container of oil and drained it into the pot. Once the pepper are all submerged, he placed the entire pot over the fire and lets it come up slowly to temperature in order to extract all the flavor and spice contained with the peppers.

While the peppers are getting ready, Ryan continued his prep work by starting to cut up all the aromatics such as ginger, garlic, scallions. He had some headphones on, and one can say he is in the zone. In his mind, he knows exactly what he is doing, and what he is planning on doing next. As he finishes cutting up all the aromatics, the chili oil is done. He drains some of the oil out and keeps it separated from everything else while dumping out the rest of the pot into a different container.

Here we go. The festival should be starting soon...

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@ladyonyx04Character moved and a small post for his introduction.

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>>Currently, at the docks at Alabasta<<

"Ahhhh...its such a bother..." Jōichirō said, trudging along the banks of Sandora river towards Alubarna. "Its so hot here too...ahhhhhh...." Jōichirō sighed. Looking up, there was nothing but blue skies, a scorching sun, and endless sand. He might as well have locked himself in a hot cell in a marine jail somewhere. At least there he might get some water or something...

Alas, here he is, in Alabasta, looking for a way to gain the freedom he so desired...

There are ships, somehow, within his view. Even though he might not be able to man an entire ship by himself, it might be better than to simply walk to exhaustion and die of dehydration in this desert. He spots a ship, and approaches, trying to commandeer it for his own use...

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Kuroda Jōichirō

Name:Kuroda Jōichirō ( 黒田 城一郎 )
Pirate, Navy, Citizen: Former marine, currently free agent pirate.
Age:Late 20s
Devil Fruit [if acquired]:Pika Pika no Mi (Glint Glint Fruit)
Natural/Learned Skills:Kenbushoku Haki (Very basic), Busoshoku Haki (Moderate), Rokushiki (Basic knowledge, limited practical usage), Swordsmanship (High moderate), Cooking (High basic), Medical (Very basic), Navigation (Next to none), It is unknown at this point in the story whether or no he possesses Haoshoku Haki.
Bio:Jōichirō was born in the North Blue to fairly average upbringings. His parents had a small shop selling groceries. Growing up, Jōichirō idolized the former admiral Borsalino, even going as far as trying to behave similarly to a aloof navy admiral. When he became of age, joining the marines was a no-brainer for him, wanting to take after the footsteps of his idol.

However, upon joining the marines, he detested the structured lifestyle and the order-taking. He much enjoyed the freedom of being able to go wherever he wished. He thought that all marines were able to move freely as they wished, being single-minded about his idea towards the marines in the fact that the admirals basically had the freedom to move as they wished, unless an order came from the world government. Sighing, he basically resigned himself to the strict life of being a low ranking marine grunt.

Then a whisper came by. A whisper of a devil fruit. As the former admiral passed from this life, his fruit came back into view. Jōichirō knew he had to get that fruit for himself. Not only to take after his idol, but to use its powers to rise up in ranks to gain more and more freedom. Rumor had it that the fruit was reacquired by the marines and kept under locks, in fear of it falling into the word hands. This happened when Jōichirō was 16...

The next few years, Jōichirō spent his time training with the marines, learning about haki, and the secret combat style Rokushiki. However, Rokushiki and its usage escaped him. He, however, learned to use the sword very well. It became his primary style of offense. At age 20, he deemed himself as ready. Ready to stage his 'heist'.

Jōichirō, as a commodore, strolled into the marine vault, as he has done so many times before. The lower ranked marines saluted him and granted him unrestricted access to where he wished to go, as they have no doubt that he would be planning on committing what he planned to do. In the depths of the vault, Jōichirō located what he was looking for, the Pika Pika no Mi. Grinning, he hacked through the security system that he had years to study and imitate. Without much of a hiccup, the security barrier was disabled and Jōichirō finally had direct access to the fruit.

Without a second thought, Jōichirō took the fruit and ate it whole. Of course, it tasted like a horrible blend of iron, bananas, and mint. Upon its consumption, Jōichirō fainted...

When he would wake, he found himself on the deck of his ship, stripped of his title. He sat up, and looked at his crew. Well, former crew at this point. He discovered that he was being transported to Marine HQ to answer for his actions. He chuckled. "You forgot something...." He whispered. The marine crew had forgotten to shackle him with seastone. in the blink of an eye, Jōichirō vanished.

That was well over 5 years ago. Now, Jōichirō travels from town to town, never settling down for more than a few days for fear of being caught. His next destination, Alabasta...

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Text color: I know, its not yellow, but its easier to read.

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Moved.

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@ladyonyx04is it ok to assume we’re all on one crew or how does that work?

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Hi. I'm interested. What sort of character are you all still needing?

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

〘𝓡𝔂𝓪𝓷 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓼/ 𝓚𝓸𝓫𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓼𝓱𝓲 小林 慧〙

>>Shokugeki no Ryan<<
>>NPCs only, currently<<

The satisfyingly smooth roar of a 4.6L V8 engine can be heard in the twilight of the setting sun. The time is now Friday, the day before the festival. Ryan, seated firmly but comfortably in his matte grey Porsche 918 Spyder, deftly flipped through the gears of his electric super car. The tires gripped and tore at the asphalt as Ryan made his climb up Mount Atlas. The sun giving way to the night laid a good symphony of color behind and around him.

"Yeah? Are all the ingredients ready? Ok. Leave it in the fridge, I'll be back later tonight to prep. Later." Ryan said to a helper on the phone. So. The material he needed for the festival and the accompanied cooking competition are gathered. There are some minimal prep work that needs to be done but he has the general concept of what he is planning on making clear in his mind. Something fragrant, spicy, and exciting.

For now. Ryan flipped through the gear, up and down, and pushed his car through its limits while caressing the curves of the road, tires screaming as he does. Sure, he was driving a bit recklessly, but he needed this. He needed this to clear his mind. Both for the competition and for whatever else he has going on in his life.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

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