I don't know what went wrong!
I was able to cook fine for myself back when I was human, and the same physics and correlation of systems applied here too, so why was the kitchen one fire.
No. I did not try to cook the oven using my (Flame) to train that, but I did think about it...I just stuffed a carcass into the oven after lathering it up with spices, and set the dial to halfway and left to explore a little while it cooked.
I didn't expect to come back to Pops taking out the carcass, and the rack, with an angry-confused expression and Redline using what looked like an enchanted tube to spray the area with water...
I'd just stepped into the room after getting lost in the hallways for an hour, but I set the dial halfway and made sure that there heat going through everything the right way, even if I couldn't read the numbers. They seemed to know when I got there and a pulse of energy traveled around me, getting Pop's attention and he grabbed me by the scruff and the next thing I knew I was staring at a half incinerated carcass and an equally as destroyed oven with an angry being scolding me.
"Just what did you think you were doing?" His growl sent a shiver through my entire body, and I couldn't help but let out a yelp in fear as he pointed to the destroyed items. "Do you know how much this costs...no, of course you don't." He sighed and dragged a clawed hand over his face, surprising me that he didn't dig four bloody lines doing that. I just grabbed a piece of the carcass, a part that didn't look ruined, but was still badly burned, and ate it slowly.
Huh. It actually tasted good.
...Needed more spice though.
It took a moment but I let my head and forelimbs become visible, but didn't look at him and continued to stare at the floor. I probably shouldn't have eaten a little of that since it only made their stares harsher. I couldn't stop the quiet whine that left my chest but that seemed to get their moods to lighten a little at least.
Pops sighed and looked at the carcass interested. "I'm guessing you wanted to copy me and make something yourself huh?" I nodded visibly, so that they knew what my intentions were, "How did you even know what this did..." I tilted my head at him in the 'oblivious to what was going on' way and he groaned.
"You just thought that you could put some meat in there, and the seasonings that you smelled from the damn cabinets, and put them all in there together..." Huh? I didn't put the entire things in the oven with the--I peeked over the edge of the carcass and saw that inside of it, there were two clearly metal bowls of spice in the middle of everything.
I was horrified. How did that get in there?!
Surely I wasn't that incompetent that I would put the entire bowl in the carcass and then all of that into the oven?! Did I? I do remember taking out the spices, and the bowls that still smelled like them since I figured they went together, but I actually put the whole thing into the oven? This chapter was taken from novelping(.)com without permission.
I looked at that, and then him a few times and Redline burst out laughing.
"Mrahahaha" She fell to the floor and started rolling around laughing like this was the funniest thing in the world. I didn't mean to--I guess I just got a little carried away and accidentally left everything in the meat and forgot about it since I didn't know where else to put the bowls... "This has got to be the funniest thing I've ever seen! Hahahaha. Pops it's even better than the time you accidentally left the spines in that Wandering Quill and blew up the last kitchen! Ahahaha."
I looked at Pops confused and he just looked at Redline with a smirk. "You called me Pops," that got Red to shut up immediately and shoot to her feet.
"Alright Sc'the. I've got to go to the Guild now. It would be best if you stayed here...so please, don't cause Master any trouble and he probably won't kill you in return." She then quickly stalked from the room and I looked at Pops incredulously.
Give me something to communicate you stupid Voice!
I hopped up onto the counter again and reached into my (Void Storage) for another carcass of the same creature, but as I was just about to take it out the oven disappeared in a flash of light and another took it's place. Distracting me enough that I temporarily forgot take out the other meat and looked at the new oven curiously.
"Oh don't worry about that. I keep a few ovens in my Storage Rings for situations like this--it actually happens a lot more than it should, so this isn't that big of a deal." I saw him touch the unrecognizable hunk of charcoal and it turned to dust on the spot. The entire thing just darkened further than I thought possible and collapsed in on itself...not even the bowls and burned spices were safe and soon the entire thing was just a pile of black ash on the floor. Which then disappeared just as quickly, when I looked around for what happened to it I found Pops chuckling at me amused.
"Don't worry. I just used a bit of my magic to dispose of it properly so the house stays clean." He looked at me with a glare and I decided then and there to not purposefully trash anything in the house for any reason what-so-ever. "Alright how about I make something for us both. Red'll find something to eat on her tantrum toward the Guild, so don't worry about her."
I didn't wait a second and let the carcass appear on the table before the both of us, looking at his eyebrow rise up in intrigue and surprise but chuckle again when he saw me looking at him expectantly.
"You are just full of surprises aren't ya." He grabbed the meat, all the gore on the counter disappearing and a flat mat of some strange material similar to plastic appearing in it's place. "Don't show that you have an (Inventory) in public alright. A lot of people would come after you just for the purpose of killing or enslaving you for such a valued skill..."
That statement buried into my chest like a dagger. So even in a world where magic was common people didn't have somewhere to put things without needing an enchanted bag or ring? If those themselves were even a common thing. And he said (Inventory), not (Void Storage) like I had.
...All the more reason to keep it hidden; If it was rare I didn't want to attract more unwanted attention to myself as a walking gold-mine.
"Don't worry about that though. As long as you aren't seen, or don't do it in public no one will know who or even what you are until they are likely already on the edge of death, or powerful enough to see through your invisibility, and thus your skills." He reassured me and shot me a quick smirk. "Even I couldn't see your Special Skills and I'm an entire tier above you in power, so unless they have a class specifically for spying and reconnaissance I very much doubt that anyone will be able to know what you are, or that you have such valuable skills..."
Stop that; You grinning at me like that is very unsettling...
"Alright, enough with that." His hands were suddenly blood free and he clapped them loudly, "How about I show you a little about cooking something like this and then I'll let you loose to do your own thing for a while." New chapters come out on g.com first.
I nodded at his offer enthusiastically and payed close attention as he explained the process of preparing a meat for cooking. He explained the some parts aren't needed, cut them and portions of the carcass off, then he said that he usually rubs the meat down with seasoning and lets it smoke a little overnight before warming it up for mornings.
Pops seemed extremely passionate about cooking and I was sure that his skill must me somewhere near the hundreds with how quickly and efficiently he did everything. Like, every cut he made was perfectly in line with whatever section he was speaking about. He rubbed the meat down with just enough of the seasonings--of which he had to gather again--to cover the meat without seeming like too much.
And he even let me put it in the oven and showed me how each button and dial worked!
...Turns out the dial I used wasn't a timer, but it was actually an intensity setting for the thing--It had three settings: Flame Intensity, Heat Accumulation, and finally Timed Baking. Flame Intensity was more towards making something that needed a really, really concentrated amount of fire and heat all around it constantly--like surrounding a piece in an inferno and leaving it like that for a while. Heat Accumulation was more towards baking and re-heat things for eating. And Timed Baking was seemingly the same thing, but it switched between both settings for a set amount of time for however long each of the three intervals were set to activate until finished.
...It was extremely complicated.
When all of that was done the large...whatever he was...just rubbed his hands together and everything in the area was cleaned as if nothing had ever happened. The bowls were left spotless and I didn't see where the seasonings went but I'm assuming they did the same thing he did to the burned mess I made earlier and it all just collapsed and turned into nothingness?
It was strange how his powers worked, and I didn't want to see what he would be able to do in a fight, serious or not I never wanted to see him angry enough at something to destroy it so thoroughly. I wondered what his main abilities were anyways: there seemed to be the fear aura that he had, and there was that strange energy pulsing one that let him see me. Even when I wasn't visible.
"Alright now this is the timer that lets you set an alarm to check the oven here," he pointed to a small corner on the edge of the entire thing. Like it was on the side of the entire oven, just behind the door and yet somehow able to work despite the insane temperatures the oven produced. "How many times you tap the Crystal determines how many minutes, and if you spin it clockwise--in this direction--it will continue through as many revolutions as the crystal has been touched."
I nodded to show that I understood and he he smiled and nodded back in approval. "Alright. Now that that's set you can go and do whatever it is that you want to for today. Just make sure to come back in sixty minutes to check this. You have your clock activated in your system?" I nodded, "Good. I'll expect you back in that amount of time then, or the meat will burn like the last."
I didn't want that to happen either, but waiting for it to cook was going to be a whole other kind of torture...
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