Hoch looked around this odd place. There was a black tile floor with white mortar and the same or the walls. The ceiling couldn't be seen because of the large number of pots hanging from it. Most were copper but some steel ones could be made out. There were wooden cabinets lining most of the walls. In the middle was a granite counter and a half cut onion. Hoch was in a kitchen! He couldn't believe it. Hoch looked around the room again. He noticed an open cabinet on the other end of the room. Someone seemed to be looking for something.
"Hello?" he called out. The someone jumped in surprise and knocked off half the spices in the cabinet.
"Who is that!?" a whiny voice called. Hoch looked it over and realized the someone was a she. A fat she at that. She had blond hair. She was dressed as a chef in white clothes and a white chef's hat. There were stains running down her apron. Hoch assumed she was the chef of this kitchen.
"I'm Hochgender Adler. Who are you?" he questioned. Hoch could smell something burning. When looking for the source, he found it on the floor. The spices the chef had knocked over were melting a hole in the floor! Hoch would be careful to not eat anything the chef cooked.
"Hochgender Alder. What a delic-pretty name. What a
pretty name." she said.
A pretty name? What was she about to say the first time. It sounded like "delicious" but that couldn't be possible. Hoch looked at the hole in the floor.
Then again...
"My name is Carol."
"Huh?"
"You asked me what my name was. It's Carol."
"Ahh. Do you realize there's a hole melted in your floor?"
"No I didn't," Carol giggled, "but someone might fall through. I'll have to get it fixed."
Who would giggle about a hole in their floor!?
"It was, erm,
fun talking to you. I'll be leaving now." Hoch turned away. He heard a whizzing sound behind him and ducked instinctively. A knife hit the wall a foot above his head, cracking the black tile it landed in.
Damn.
"You're not going anywhere, young man. I haven't made dinner yet and you made me drop my good spices. I'm going to make 'Adler Stew'. I'll use lots of cinnamon and nutmeg. Ohh, I'll add some carrots too. Don't you see what fun this is?" rambled Carol.
"No, I don't," Hoch said as he threw the knife in the tile at Carol. She blocked the knife with her cleaver and caught the knife in midair. The knife in her left hand and the cleaver in the right. She began sharpening each with the other's flat side. She smiled impishly and she had a crazy look in her eye that told Hoch he wasn't going to get away easily. Hoch took the thin blade from his boot and threw it at Carol while jumping over the counter. Carol blocked the blade with the cleaver again but wasn't prepared for a hit in the face with the flat of his sword.
I'm just going to knock her out. No killing. Carol looked as if she hadn't been hit. Hoc was very surprised by this. Carol turned around slowly and got a tin out of the cabinet behind her. It was labeled '
NUTMEG'. Hoch was mildly surprised by this. She then unscrewed the lid and threw the contents of it at Hoch. The brownish orange powder hit Hoch's arm because he'd held it up in defense. His arm instantly began to feel as if it was on fire. Hoch saw the steam rising from it and a smell similar to ash hit his nostrils. He rushed to the sink and washed it off. The skin where the powder was was now red and hairless.
"WHAT WAS THAT!?" he asked Carol.
Carol pointed to the label and said, "Nutmeg."
"Why'd you throw burning nutmeg at me?!"
"Your sword hurt."
"There's something else that will hurt," Hoch said as he punched Carol in the nose. He heard a sickening crack and the smell of blood filled the air. For the first time Carol frowned at him. She snapped her nose back into place and poured another spice on it. Her nose stopped bleeding. She took out a bottle labeled '
OLIVE OIL', unscrewed the top, and threw the contents at Hoch. Not wanting to risk blocking another attack again with his arm, Hoch ducked under the counter. He heard a sizzle and smelled something like vomit. He got out from behind the counter and saw the olive oil melting holes in items on the counter. While he was still looking at the melting items, Carol charged at him, cutting the air with her knife and cleaver. Hoch held up his sword and blocked the swipes. He resisted the urge to roll (on account of the extra olive oil still dripping onto the floor) and jumped over Carol. He picked up his thin blade and began to fight with it too. Carol and Hoch were fighting so fast it looked as if each of them had six weapons and not two.
Why isn't anyone coming to check what's happening? The noise should draw a little attention and the holes should get a lot of it. He swiped at Carol's left hand. It hit, cutting off her pinkie finger. She screamed and took all the spices from the top shelf and threw them at Hoch. There was no pain but Hoch was cocooned in a black tar. He struggled to escape but it had hardened already. It smelled like wood and felt like wet clay. Carol had her impish grin back. She took the olive oil bottle and poured it on the cocoon. Carol sat down in a chair and watched. The olive oil was at Hoch's chest and slowly eating down into the tar cocoon. Hoch shifted his weight and the cocoon fell to the ground. The oil was now running from his chest to the right. It ate away at the tar surrounding his arms. Hoch's right arm was now free. He used it to smash the rest of the tar cocoon. He got up and looked at Carol. She was looking out into blank space. Hoch walked toward her but that impish grin was frozen on her face. Hoch was angry at her and punched her a few times. There was still no reaction. In case it was a trick, he decided to tie her up. For some reason, he found there were ropes in a nearby cabinet. He tied up Carol: one length bound her to the chair, another bound her hands together, one bound her legs to the chair legs, and the last covered her face so Hoch didn't have to look at that annoying smile.
OoC: I hope you like.
EDIT: Could you please fix the typo in the thread title? It's annoying the hell out of me. XD
*hopes it's one of the super powers a mod possesses*