And Grown Ass Men Know How to Cook!

Here is a thread for all of you out there that know how to throw down in the kitchen! Post your recipes! (I will totally try them if they sound good!)

Here is one from me:

Lubbock's viridian eyes could do nothing but gaze up at the sadistic General, whose weapon was skewered through his throat. His eyes quivered in fear as he felt blood pooling in his throat. I... I c-can't die again... He denied his fate, but his body had escaped his control moments ago. Not a limb would move, and his eyes went rogue, forcing him to lay eyes upon his new nightmare... the cold steel left his throat, relinquishing the assassin and allowing him to fall to the snow, painting the alabaster ground with a coat of crimson... his vision became colourless as his mind faded... but one thing stood out as he spoke his parting words to Gin; a woman, with hair as white as the snow girting his dying body, stood behind the red haired boy and stared down at him, as if disappointed. A tear escape his eye as they began to ease shut, his last breath pushing into the scarlet snow.

Quote:Continued from Grave's death in the Secondary Saga

“Are you out of your mind, Ozpin!”
Yang hadn’t found a voice pitch below “yelling at the top of her lungs”, since Ozpin first cancelled team RWBY’s mission today. Weiss couldn’t blame her. She’d never felt even a fraction of the anger she felt right now.
“I am merely making sure that, after wasting the life of one brave huntress in my own walls, I don’t waste the lives of three more in an attempt to find her.”
“She’s not dead! There’s no sign or evidence of a struggle, ozpin. The case is still open.”
Blake had managed to keep her cool far better than Yang, but one look at her face - and her prominently displayed fangs - made it clear that she was hanging onto reason by a thread.

“And she’s been missing for three months. She may still be alive - I will grant that a possibility exists - but it isn’t high, Blake. I know none of you here want to hear this - I would likely be no calmer in your positions - This hunt has become a draw on our limited budget, and on the time of three of the most skilled huntresses in beacon.”

Yang had had enough. In an instant, she charged forward, grabbing the Beacon headmaster by his shirt and lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing.
“Are you telling me I should go ahead and [i]Give up on my baby sister![/i[“
Ozpin did not attempt to loosen her grip, but merely sighed.
“Not for the first time in my life, Yang… I am asking another huntress to face the reality of her and her comrade’s life choices. Your sister knew the risks when she joined, and the bravery she showed in the line of duty will never be forgotten.”
“She. Isn’t. Dead!” Yang screamed, and ozpin found himself thrown at the wall of his own office. His aura stopped the blow from being any more than an inconvenience, but the pain on the man’s face was there.

“Whether or not she is dead… I’m sorry, miss Xiao Long, but I am afraid I cannot change the fact that I cannot justify this spending to my own superiors, anymore. What’s more, you three have been missing out on education and experience while attempting to find her. While trying to find one young woman, I have been actively making a choice to use up resources that could have saved many others.

Yang’s breathing was audible. “You were the one who brought her here to beacon. She wasn’t even 16 yet, Ozpin, you bastard!”
Ozpin’s face softened. “You’re right. And I don’t doubt that it will haunt me to my dying days, Yang. I must take full responsibility-”
“No.”
Weiss finally spoke up.
“I was sleeping two feet above her. I didn’t even notice a thing.”
Blake cast a sympathetic glance her way. “I didn’t either, even though my hearing’s better than yours… Weiss….”
But Weiss was already opening the door.

Ozpin’s voice cut in. “Ms. Schnee, please, hear me out.”
“I am being logical. I’m off to go find my partner. Just like I’m logically obligated to do.”
“You can be expelled from beacon, and waste years of life chasing after a ghost, or you can think this through, and-”
“I’ve thought this through. I’m about expelled, Ozpin, so enough with the lectures. I’m going to go find her, with or without Beacon’s help.”
She could dimly hear Ozpin say something else to her, but Weiss had already shut the door, and the man's voice didn't carry well through the doors of his office.
Weiss hoped Yang punched him.

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She thought she could get away with it, letting this day sneak past us and getting away with it. Some may have already know and congratulated you on skype....but this just had to happen

Our dear Gildarts turned 20 last friday !^^

( late ) Happy birthday Sam !!

Wishing you a wonderful birthday !

Karkat was enjoying himself. He wouldn't ever admit it to Gamzee, or anyone else for that matter, but he was certainly having a blast. Flying through the white expanse of the Nexus, he felt a strange sense of infinity. It was strange; the only thing that let him know he was making any progress across the verse was the fountain and the equidistant gates. From reading that primordial guy's link in Jade's memo, the troll had deduced that the portal to the frozen expanse that was apparently now Jade's home was to the south of the Fountain.

This Adam guy, Jesus man. Karkat would call him an insufferable little prick, but then again, he knows full well he did not have a single metric unit of space to talk. All things considering, Gamzee seems pretty hell bent on impressing this Guu chick. The troll had never seen his friend so fired up about something in a long time. Could it be...? No. Hell no. Gamzee just simply isn't the type. All this inter-species shipping is going to give the young alien a headache.

The crabby alien smacks his lips together.

Hm. He's a little parched.

Still keeping an eye on where he's flying, pilot of the Elixirizer cautiously shifts his eyes to the right. There was a bendy tube that was feeding straight into the misters spreading the miracles across the land. Tentatively, the mutant-blood maneuvers his lips just so, taking the tube into his mouth. Cautiously, with a mortified expression, he sucks the makeshift straw.

A fruity rumpus party takes place in the teen's mouth. The taste was almost strong enough to make him gag and fly straight into the ground, exploding in a brilliant display of miracles. Alas, he regains his composure. That fucking straw combined all of the flavors into one tube!

That disgusting Juggalo fuck.

Karkat jets over the Fountain of Infinity, spraying fruity elixir all over any and all primes that have gathered round, fulfilling Gamzee's dream of a Troll Santa Clause. The Not-So-Jolly impostor veers off to the south, straight for the Frozen Fields Gate.

After another half hour of flying or so, the cherry-blood shoots through the portal, a trail of rainbow mist behind him.

-----

Not long after Karkat disappears into the snowy expanse, Gamzee and Adam spider-thrust into the blindingly white Nexus.

Aside from the shaky start, Gamzee smiles at his progress.

"Hey! Hey Adam! Bro! I found directions from a dude!"

The High-Blood was pretty amazed with the contraption that Adam managed to conjure up. All them legs movin' around and stuff were pretty tricksying or whatevs, but there were more pressing things at present moment.

"Oh, uh, for real? Cool I guess. Which one is the Camelot Gate?"

Gamzee points to a gate in the distance. "That one. That egregari-whatsit said it was east of that Miracle Fountain."

The spidercraft comes to a shuddering halt so fast the clown tumbling out of the vehicle, over the hood, and plummeting straight to the white 'floor' of the Nexus.

"Whazat?! What?"

Adam has a weird twitchy thing goin' on. Motherfucker is just like, staring blankly at the bells, whistles, and levers of the spider.

"Show me the Pesterlog."

"Wh-"

"Gamzee, show me the motherfucking messages."

The juggalo pulls out his phone so fast he almost tosses it out of the aircraft. With a surprised, slightly worried look, he hands his huskphone to Adam.

Quote:Gamzee and Erik's Pesterlog

Mood: Chummy

-- terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling egregiousInquisitor at 8:01--

TC: YoOoOoOoOoOoOoO :o)
TC: HoNk.
EI: Hm. This is interesting.
EI: Who are you? Why are you using a quirk? Troll, perhaps?
TC: UhHh YeAh MoThErFuCkEr, I aM mOsT LiKeLy A tRoLl.
TC: LaSt TiMe I cHeCkEd AnYwAyS. HoRnS aNd ShIt.
EI: And how did you obtain my chumhandle?
TC: MaAaAn i dOn't eVeN KnOw. tHiS OmNiVeRsE ShIt iS PrEtTy iNsAnE, aNd i lIkE HaVe aLl tHe cHuMhAnDlEs aVaIlAbLe aLl mIrAcUlOuSlY PoStEd uP In tHiS SiDeBaR LoOkInG ThInG AnD
EI: Stop. Your quirk is giving me a headache.
TC: :o)
EI: Is there any specific reason you thought it necessary to "troll" me?
TC: UhHhH yEaH bRoThEr :o)
TC: mY nEw BeStEsT hUmAn FrIeNd AdAm ToLd Me tO aSk SoMeOnE oN tHe DadVerSe tO eXpLaIn mE WhErE tHe GaTe To CaMeL LoT wAs iN tHe NeXuS.
EI: You're traveling with Adam? Adam Gaite?
TC: :o) PoSiTiViTuDe.
EI: Noted.
EI: Well, I suppose I could impart this information for you. But do mention our exchange to your friend.
TC: WhIcH fRiEnD? CuZ i MeAn ThErE's KaR-BrO, ThErE's AdAm, ThErE's UhHhHhHh
EI: Adam. I was referring to Adam. Tell him we spoke. His reaction should be interesting.
EI: The Nexus Gate leading to Camelot is directly east of the fountain.
TC: WeLl tHaT wAs DoWnRiGhT NeIgHbOrLy oF yOu! :oD
TC: iLl LeT aDaM kNoW tHaT yOu wErE aLl uP aNd DoWn wItH tHe cLoWn.
EI: You are a strange one.
EI: I'll have to keep an eye on you.
EI: But for now-

-- egregiousInquisitor has blocked terminallyCapricious [TC] --

The mercenary passed through the gate on his bike, speeding across the white abyss for the third time since his arrival. He assumed Gin would be heading to the Fountain so he could yell at Lubbock or something, so that was Alain's first stop. It had already been about half an hour since the dragon's death, so the mercenary's mood had went from "energetic" to "sedated" by the time he was back in the Nexus.

It wasn't too long, at most six minutes, until he saw Gin again, on whatever species of bird he had for a pet. Alain sped past him again, and grinned to himself, but still didn't wave. Crashing and getting a concussion wasn't on his to-do list. He briefly wondered whether or not he should've taken the time to summon a helmet, but considering the lack of objects or people, he'd have to be trying to crash.

The mercenary came to a stop upon seeing one of few existing things in the Nexus; the Fountain. Neither Mami nor Lubbock were there, so they either hadn't resurrected or had already moved on. He didn't know or particularly care which. He didn't know about Mami, but Lubbock had conjured a phone, and if he wasn't mistaken, it had access to the dataverse like his. Alain took his own phone out and took another look through the Dataverse as he waited for Gin.

After a few minutes, he was fairly convinced he'd got all of the new information. For starters, more people wanted Primes dead. Though from the descriptions, Omni evidently didn't care about who he brought in. Dragon-people, spider-men, space marines, ninjas, and eldritch, living shadows. Elsewhere, there was apparently a tournament going on in one of the other verses called Camelot, and the aforementioned living shadow was leading a cult, or something. Alain stopped reading about the latter very quickly, as that sort of thing in his world typically led to mass brainwashing. Whether or not it'd work here, he wasn't sure, but better safe than sorry.

The mercenary eventually concluded that the tournament sounded like fun, and he'd at least spectate. Besides, the more information he had on the various Primes in the Omniverse, the better, and this was a perfect excuse for some scouting. But first came informing his new allies as to where he went. Alain sent short messages, just informing them as to how their fight ended, the tournament's existence and how he might be competing there for fun, and also mentioning the possible existence of the Void gates.

Sure enough, as he'd finished sending them, Gin and his bird-thing ran up. Alain utterly refused to ask what the actual name of it was.

"Showoff." Gin said, though he didn't look that annoyed. Also seemed to have calmed down a bit. Alain shrugged. "Hey, I had some stuff to check out. Anyway, it doesn't seem like the other two are back yet. Or they already ran off, I'm not sure. Either way, I sent them some messages through this-" He raised his hand, still holding his phone, before putting it back in his pocket. "-and I've got a good idea as to where I'm going next. Apparently, there's a tournament going on in Camelot's Colosseum. You comin'?"

Gin shook his head. "Colosseum? Been there already, competed in a tournament, then went to Dante's Abyss. No thanks. Gonna explore some more before revisiting places."

Alain yawned. "Suit yourself. You should get one of the dataverse devices, they come in handy. Well, see you later, I guess."

"See ya." Gin said, turning back to the fountain as the mercenary drove off again, this time to the east.

The mercenary had nothing interesting happen on his journey. Of course, what people find interesting varies from person to person, but Alain most certainly did not find driving through a world of nothing but pure white interesting. He couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw the stone gate of Camelot, and he wasted no time in riding through to the world beyond.