[ Open Class ] Sweet Sinnamon Roll (Strider)

[chiickadee]

Strider had no need for cooking skills. He was one day going to be an enormous rockstar within Halloween, meaning he would have a whole slew of personal chefs at his disposal, so knowing how to cook would eventually become obsolete.

However, for right now he was a simple high school student. That didn't mean he wanted to learn how to cook (since one again, the whole "rockstar" thing), but right now with it being so close to Halloween most classes were offering endless trips to the human world. He wanted nooo part of that after his trip with Professor Winter. Absolutely none.

So instead he signed himself up for a simple little cooking class, apparently learning how to make rolls or something. It sounded really easy, and a cooking class probably had a ton of potential chefs for him to scope out.

The first task was finding dough, sinnamon, sugar, eggs and a few other things. He thought this an odd task, since you didn't normally have to "find" ingredients unless they were moving ...

He checked the pantry firstly, because that seemed like the obvious place for it to be. Yet it wasn't there.  

[chiickadee]

He moved over to the other side of the pantry, seeing as his side didn't have anything. One student was moving towards the pantry he'd just been using, so he offered, "That one's empty." God he was just so generous.

The other side of the pantry had everything he was looking for, and he quickly swooped upon them, holding most of it in his arms save for one bottle that he clamped between his teeth. Shark's teeth did come in handy sometimes.

Then another student behind him spilled a cup of flour on his side and Strider was livid. It wasn't so bad getting flour on his skin, but many parts of his outfit were minipet fur and they were now ruined. He played it cool though, simply stripping off his coat and placing it on the back of his chair once he returned to his desk. Now he was shirtless, and most of the ladies were very happy.

(Probably some of the boils too).  

[chiickadee]

When it came time to throw spices around, Strider had no reservations. He thought that a hefty helping was the good way to go, mostly because he liked more extreme tastes. It would have been better if it was meat, but he could still appreciate a well spiced bun.

Ayyy.

A few ghouls fluttered over to his chest, being all too close. Strider didn't mind though; this was the usual back in Miasma Village.

He gestured to the dough as in watch my amazing cooking skills.

Sinnamon: 6  

[chiickadee]

Three gnomes approached and Strider gave them a snapping of his jaws, with some puffed out cheeks. Stupid gnomes. They were ruining his amazing spotlight, and more importantly his time with the ghouls.

Strider HP: 28/30
DMG: 0
Popper, Artiehokie, and Snapies: 30/30  

[chiickadee]

He picked up the spice rack and went to town, wailing on the closest one and making an odd roaring noise.

Strider HP: 26/30
DMG: 1 + 2 = 3
Popper, Artiehokie, and Snapies: 27/30  

[chiickadee]

He swung again, but this time he missed. Woops.

Strider HP: 24/30
DMG: 0
Popper, Artiehokie, and Snapies: 27/30  

[chiickadee]

Strider swung the other direction and smashed the one called Snapies in the face.

But not before flashing a smile to the other students. Unfortunately, no one was looking because they were all fighting their own hoard of gnomes. Aww.

Strider HP: 22/30
DMG: 4 + 2 = 6
Popper, Artiehokie, and Snapies: 21/30  

[chiickadee]

Finally he gave a kick to Popper's chin and the gnome went sailing out the window. Take that, gnome.

Strider HP: 20/30
DMG: 5 + 2 = 7
Popper, Artiehokie, and Snapies: 14/30  

[chiickadee]

He whipped around and kicked Artiehokie through the window too. Double hit!

Strider HP: 18/30
DMG: 2 + 2 = 4
Popper, Artiehokie, and Snapies: 10/30  

[chiickadee]

Strider then punched Snapies in the face. He had locked down the other two, so it was Snapies' turn.

Strider HP: 16/30
DMG: 2 + 2 = 4
Popper, Artiehokie, and Snapies: 6/30  

[chiickadee]

Snapies was sour both from the punch and the earlier hit, so he was much scrappier than the other two. Damn.

Strider HP: 12/30
DMG: 0
Popper, Artiehokie, and Snapies: 6/30  

[chiickadee]

Seriously. So fast!

Strider HP: 10/30
DMG: 0
Popper, Artiehokie, and Snapies: 6/30  

[chiickadee]

Strider noticed his pattern and stuck a leg out to trip him. Ha! There.

Strider HP: 8/30
DMG: 2 + 2 = 4
Popper, Artiehokie, and Snapies: 2/30  

[chiickadee]

Strider finally managed to hit the last one across the face with the spice rack. He was one of the last ones to finish off his gnomes (seeing as he was a first year, it sort of made sense), but at least he finished them all. He watched a few pitiful first years being tortured by their gnomes, unable to defeat them.

So uncool.

Strider HP: 6/30
DMG: 3 + 2 = 5
Popper, Artiehokie, and Snapies: dead/30  

[chiickadee]

Seeing as the gnome problem was dealt with, they were all invited to eat their food. Strider wasn't about to deny that. He took a big chomp of it, swallowing the thing whole.

Cooked to perfection, of course.