Cooking For Dummies [Open]

[Arthur Geissler]

For Arthur, it seemed as if the entire outside area was the perfect place to do a barbecue, but...he wouldn't be able to now that the weather was awfully cold. It was his first year and yet, there were so many possibilities to pick up some ingredients and make a nice warm meal along with hot chocolate. It was the time of year where many of the citizens in the city would mostly celebrate Christmas in the coming months and he had distinctly remembered the fond memories of Christmas with his family. Most likely, he might meet someone new during the cold wintry months, but time would tell.

Due to being born in a rather luxurious household, he was expected to follow tradition, but he continuously defied it, wishing nothing more than to pursue his lifelong dream of becoming a master chef. Yes, being a master chef has its fair share of difficulty, but he believed that his path will lead to greatness, not to mention that his meals will be tasted worldwide by everyone in the entire world. For right now though, he would sit there and read his cookbook, turning the pages once he was done with reading some of the recipes.

[Yamato Tatsuma]

"What the HELL!" Yamato let out a loud grunt as he stared at... Well. He was not really staring at anything interesting. It was just the outside areas of the academy. But he did know who he was yelling at, that being a few more of the reserve students that had gathered around them as they had sat down on a few benches, sharing some of the alcohol one of them had obviously stolen. He kept chugging his sake as the others were wondering what he had been yelling about. He then swiped his mouth once, letting out a grunt.

"Like, we're stuck with the stupid ass reserve side of this fuckin' school, while those PANSIES with some god damn "talent" are flipping their shits and enjoying themselves with whatever the hell is inside their side! It... Pisses... Me... OFF!" He let out a rather loud grunt as he threw the bottle away, earning a gasp from his fellow Reserves. He had just gotten to know most of them, and they all were... Well. He could trust them, yet they were such pansies from time to time. He'd need to beat hem to shape. "Like, what the hell is up with that? Is this some fuckin' dictatorship?"

[Arthur Geissler]

Sigh... That is, until someone had to disrupt his reading time by complaining about how the talented students were left to enjoy their own things. And...there seemed to be a boy about his age drinking what could be sake and he was yelling at the other reserve students. The other reserve students obviously looked concerned about him, but they would've had a right to be afraid of this guy. Seriously, this guy needed to take a chill pill and just enjoy the outdoors like any other normal person would. There was no time for arguments though, but he really needed to calm the guy down.

"Calm down. I'm sure that you will be able to enjoy what the other students have in their own time. It's not like we're supposed to complain about how we're grouped separately." There, he said his own opinion on the matter, but he was a little afraid that the guy might start yelling at him too just to make the whole thing worse. The best thing he could do was to sit and watch...

[Yamato Tatsuma]

What the hell. He turned his head to stare at whoever had told him to "calm down". He had reasons to be angry. He had REASONS! He kept staring at the person as he stood up from the bench, cracking his neck for a moment along with his fists. He had already forgotten all about the rule of no violence. If this little fuckin' kid wanted to tell him that there was no right to complain about their bloody situation! WHAT WAS HE THINKING?! What did he think, that they KNEW it would be like this! NO! He thought he'd get the same treatment as everyone!

He walked up to the kid as he kept staring at him, practically fuming as he snorted loudly. "Listen, you blue eyed little piece of crap. We came, each and EVERY ONE of us, here to be a member of the academy! We were never told of the shit we would have to take, like you god damn "talented" people throwing their shit at our faces and telling us to eat it up and compliment how it tastes!" He stomped the ground, still fuming. "You piece of shit have had EVERYTHING handed to you ever since you were born, right?! SO, SHUT THE HELL UP AND SHOVE A THUMB UP YOUR ASS!"

[Arthur Geissler]

"Anger doesn't solve anything. And I won't back down. I simply want everyone to just enjoy what they're doing. And you, sir, are not really making this situation better." Wow, this guy must have some anger issues to actually try to work out the conflict. If anything, Arthur himself had learned to not resort to violence and just calmly try to make this situation better. The other reserve students though were just whispering amongst themselves, possibly thinking of a fight going on. And yet...the academy did not permit violence on the school grounds.

The poor cookbook would have to wait as the argument would perhaps take a violent turn for the worse. Possibly, this young man might be suspended for the violence shown on the area. At least, the students would be safe, but this guy...would not be able to learn without the proper manners. Did his parents not teach him any manners of some sort? Well, he would be left wondering about that for a while.

[Yamato Tatsuma]

"Anger doesn't solve anything. And I won't back down. I simply want everyone to just enjoy what they're doing. And you, sir, are not really making this situation better."

What... The... Shit. This guy, this fuckin' guy. Who did he think he was, the fuckin' emperor? He probably did, holy crap! His eyebrow twitched as he kept staring at the smug piece of crap in front of him, thinking of all the ways he would try and hurt him. The way he would punch the daylights outta him, the ways he would give his nuts a good kick... It made his eyebrow just twitch more and more in his anger.

He kept cracking his knuckles as he then opened his mouth. "So you're tellin' me I have no right to be angry at this fuckin' piece of shit situation, blue eyes? Where the fuck were you raised, in the emeperor's fuckin' palace? You have NO idea what the shit we have to go trough, you piece of SHIT. You want US, to enjoy eatin' whatever the fuck you guys shit and then tell you that we LIKE the taste? You're a fuckin' riot, you know what? A fuckin' riot, makes me want to LAUGH."

[Arthur Geissler]

"Actually, I was raised by my own parents who were business executives. And...I happen to not like your tone. There are others who might have their own things to do and you are being rather disruptive." He sighed in mild frustration. At this rate, this particular young man was being rather rude to him, not that it mattered anyway. What was this guy thinking, approaching someone with a rude attitude of all places and also disrupting the peace. This guy could take some anger management classes if need be, but it wouldn't do any good to say that directly to his face.

He could feel the fear from all the students, not wanting to have their faces punched in by a delinquent and as his father had always said: it was never good to deal with an angry bull. And this guy just happened to be the angry bull he apparently gotten an angry reaction from. Way to go, Arthur. Way to go.

[Yamato Tatsuma]

"Actually, I was raised by my own parents who were business executives. And...I happen to not like your tone. There are others who might have their own things to do and you are being rather disruptive."

He leaned forwards a bit for a moment, staring right into the eyes of this boy. It was not threatening per say, just more of a "are you fucking SERIOUS" kinda of face that could be seen on some people's faces when they were really pissed and not trying to show it. His eyebrow still twitched, but that might just have been a habit by now.

He then took a few steps back again, staring down at the boy who was still sitting. He then looked quickly down to his own feet. Hard leather boots. He raised his leg... Before then trying to land a good old kick straight for the chest of the boy.

[Arthur Geissler]

And before he knew it, the young man had decided to kick him in the chest and just in time, he put a hand to stop the assault. That hand would grab that foot and hopefully he'll be safe...sort of. Still had the fists to deal with, but he could probably take those hits. Maybe the teacher might be passing by and could suspend the other boy, but it was...kind of a chance encounter. Not only did this young man not know the rules about fighting, he just...felt like he didn't particularly care for the rules which was something.

He sighed before saying what was on his mind. "Looks like you don't really care for the rules about fighting and all. I'd do the most sensible thing and report you to the headmaster, but well...I'd like to see you try to get in trouble for beating me up." It was supposed to be pure bad luck that he of all people managed to piss off the most troublesome delinquent in the entire academy... Welp, it was all down to how it ended.

[Yamato Tatsuma]

"No shit I don't care about the fuckin' rules. I'll get into trouble, sure, but it's worth it to see your fuckin' smug face pounded against this fuckin' asphalt. Top grade, this. Pretty good for roughin' someone the fuck up!" He proceeded to violently tug his leg back from the hands of the boy, possibly at the very least jerking him forwards. He quickly turned his head, noticing one of the cameras nearby. Someone would come soon to handle this... He'd have to do SOME damage before then, at the very least. He let out a rough sigh, rubbing his forehead.

He cracked his knuckles as he then pulled his left fist back, attempting to land a good punch. And then another. And then another. Point is, he tried to hit him a LOT, no matter on how many actually hit. "You know what we do to some smug pieces of crap back home, blue eyes?" He raised his eyebrow as he kept trying to punch. "We stomp the shit out of them and then clean the shit that comes out from them from the bottom... Of... Our... BOOTS!" He tried to end his good chain with a kick to the chin.

[Arthur Geissler]

And that young man wasn't going to give up on the fight either as he tried to release his leg from Arthur's hand and proceeded to punch him into oblivion. He could feel the hurt that those punches delivered, but nonetheless kept that strong spirit. And there were probably bruises forming too where those punches had landed which was kind of bad if his parents had saw it or somebody else. It finally clicked that perhaps Yamato really hated him and the kids that had talent. Yes, that was it and probably his punches were the only thing that really put on the hurt for this bully.

The young man attempted to kick him in the chin to end that chain of punches. Yet, Arthur was not about to let his face get broken by a kick to the face, so he grabbed that leg before it could land a good kick. "Those punches though, I admit they hurt, but I am not about to let you put more of that hurt to my face. You can channel all that hate on me, but to my pride, you will not." His pride was the only thing that he kept from all those punches put on him.