the month of april [T|INV]
Oct 9, 2014 6:01:38 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2014 6:01:38 GMT -7
Cooking/Baking
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: Cooking and Baking allows the user to create superb dishes.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: With a successful Cooking/Baking check, a cook can make nutritious meals out of just about any edible substance and can create hot meals even in the wilderness. Failure means that the food is disgusting and inedible. Cooking a meal generally takes no more than an hour, although the preparation of ingredients and dishes may take several. When choosing this skill the user must choose either Cooking or Baking. Baking is the ability to cook by dry heat without direct exposure to a flame, typically in an oven or on a hot surface. Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---
[ 0 | 5 ]
[ 86 | 125 ]
[Expert Level]
The aroma of this place had always been a comforting one, be we speaking of outsiders or Sachiko in particular. Beneath the endless glimmering steel empire of Kirigakure lay the Wakahisa bakery on its humble street corner; house of breads and sweets, inheritance of the Wakahisa family for the third generation running, and haunt of Sachiko "April" Tamura, the reluctant Genin girl with an affection for music and an affinity for her mother's craft.
The shop itself was of a mild yellow coloration, as of a wakeful morning sun. Upon entering, one would find themselves able to progress right or left around the square room past shelves of various baked goods, to the register in the opposite corner, normally monitored by the smiling Kaede Wakahisa in daylight hours. A high wooden shelf occupied the center of the room, stacked with all manner of breads.
But 'twas in the rear of the establishment, where the kitchens lay outside public access, where Sachiko was tucked away, slouching back on a chair she had set up, tabbing idly through tracks on her MP3 player. Finally resting on the 28th track in her playlist, the Genin shut her red eyes and let the time pass idly with the music.
The heat of the kitchens was not inconsiderable, as only a little ways along from Sachiko a giant oven was busily baking away loaves of bread; having ventured downstairs after lunch, the girl had been asked to watch the ovens and switch them off precisely... Six minutes from now by her mother, while she dealt with a customer and returned to the register.
Sachiko was an undeniable layabout, but that did not mean she minded laying about somewhere useful. She had been growing tired of reading, anyhow. Haruo was meant to be arriving for his afternoon shift soon anyhow, and when that happened, since the bakery had been experiencing unusually high sales, Sachiko imagined she would be called upon to assist her mother in baking yet another round of... something or other.
Once again, not a thing that Sachiko was bothered by. Cooking was one of the rare things she found herself truly enjoying.
Fast forward twenty minutes and Sachiko had dutifully switched off the oven, Kaede had placed the loaves on the rack to cool off, Haruo had arrived, Sachiko had avoided coming into contact with the boy, and the girl and her mother were now deeper within the confines of the steely kitchens, kneading dough on the bench top beside one another.
Sachiko had always quietly admired her mother's devotion to her cooking. Very quietly, mind you. Still, the Genin had naturally found herself at her mother's side in many of her baking adventures, and had learned a great deal, whether by observation or direct tuition. It was not a fact brought up often, and Sachiko hardly knew it herself, but she had grown into one of the finest cooks she was like to meet. But for now, she knuckled lumps of dough, hood down, sleeves rolled up, mouth contorting every little which way, before she judged the mounds fit to fill a tray.
Kaede watched her daughter out of the corner of her eye. "You're really not fond of Haruo, are you, dear?" She asked, having noticed the less-than-subtle way her daughter grew even more scarce than usual when the boy turned up. Sachiko hardly flinched. "No. I don't want him getting any ideas," She responded promptly. "You don't like him?" Her mother inquired, the difference in question subtle but important. Sachiko looked over and frowned at her mother. "No," Said the girl, almost offended. Kaede did her best to withhold a small sigh.
Kaede had seen her daughter bake a wedding cake on her own at the age of fourteen, cook a better roast chicken for a family dinner than Kaede thought she could ever hope to, and had once had Sachiko take over an entire night's baking duties by herself when she herself had fallen ill.
But she had most definitely never seen her being anything but socially avoidant, left to her own devices.
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: Cooking and Baking allows the user to create superb dishes.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: With a successful Cooking/Baking check, a cook can make nutritious meals out of just about any edible substance and can create hot meals even in the wilderness. Failure means that the food is disgusting and inedible. Cooking a meal generally takes no more than an hour, although the preparation of ingredients and dishes may take several. When choosing this skill the user must choose either Cooking or Baking. Baking is the ability to cook by dry heat without direct exposure to a flame, typically in an oven or on a hot surface. Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---
[ 0 | 5 ]
[ 86 | 125 ]
[Expert Level]
The aroma of this place had always been a comforting one, be we speaking of outsiders or Sachiko in particular. Beneath the endless glimmering steel empire of Kirigakure lay the Wakahisa bakery on its humble street corner; house of breads and sweets, inheritance of the Wakahisa family for the third generation running, and haunt of Sachiko "April" Tamura, the reluctant Genin girl with an affection for music and an affinity for her mother's craft.
The shop itself was of a mild yellow coloration, as of a wakeful morning sun. Upon entering, one would find themselves able to progress right or left around the square room past shelves of various baked goods, to the register in the opposite corner, normally monitored by the smiling Kaede Wakahisa in daylight hours. A high wooden shelf occupied the center of the room, stacked with all manner of breads.
But 'twas in the rear of the establishment, where the kitchens lay outside public access, where Sachiko was tucked away, slouching back on a chair she had set up, tabbing idly through tracks on her MP3 player. Finally resting on the 28th track in her playlist, the Genin shut her red eyes and let the time pass idly with the music.
The heat of the kitchens was not inconsiderable, as only a little ways along from Sachiko a giant oven was busily baking away loaves of bread; having ventured downstairs after lunch, the girl had been asked to watch the ovens and switch them off precisely... Six minutes from now by her mother, while she dealt with a customer and returned to the register.
Sachiko was an undeniable layabout, but that did not mean she minded laying about somewhere useful. She had been growing tired of reading, anyhow. Haruo was meant to be arriving for his afternoon shift soon anyhow, and when that happened, since the bakery had been experiencing unusually high sales, Sachiko imagined she would be called upon to assist her mother in baking yet another round of... something or other.
Once again, not a thing that Sachiko was bothered by. Cooking was one of the rare things she found herself truly enjoying.
Fast forward twenty minutes and Sachiko had dutifully switched off the oven, Kaede had placed the loaves on the rack to cool off, Haruo had arrived, Sachiko had avoided coming into contact with the boy, and the girl and her mother were now deeper within the confines of the steely kitchens, kneading dough on the bench top beside one another.
Sachiko had always quietly admired her mother's devotion to her cooking. Very quietly, mind you. Still, the Genin had naturally found herself at her mother's side in many of her baking adventures, and had learned a great deal, whether by observation or direct tuition. It was not a fact brought up often, and Sachiko hardly knew it herself, but she had grown into one of the finest cooks she was like to meet. But for now, she knuckled lumps of dough, hood down, sleeves rolled up, mouth contorting every little which way, before she judged the mounds fit to fill a tray.
Kaede watched her daughter out of the corner of her eye. "You're really not fond of Haruo, are you, dear?" She asked, having noticed the less-than-subtle way her daughter grew even more scarce than usual when the boy turned up. Sachiko hardly flinched. "No. I don't want him getting any ideas," She responded promptly. "You don't like him?" Her mother inquired, the difference in question subtle but important. Sachiko looked over and frowned at her mother. "No," Said the girl, almost offended. Kaede did her best to withhold a small sigh.
Kaede had seen her daughter bake a wedding cake on her own at the age of fourteen, cook a better roast chicken for a family dinner than Kaede thought she could ever hope to, and had once had Sachiko take over an entire night's baking duties by herself when she herself had fallen ill.
But she had most definitely never seen her being anything but socially avoidant, left to her own devices.
