King Streusen is in the house ~(Young Verse)

Kukukuku, greetings you peons. Name is Streusen, self claimed king and benefactor of a little monster with awesome powers. If you`re really nice i even talk with ya!(Cocky Young Streusen)Semi-Selective/ Indie RP Blog for Head-Chef Streusen. Canon Age: 92(Currently 29 Years old due to muns will höhöhö) (LinLin and i are inseperable yo! *throws around money and jewels*)

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[bottlepiecemuses]

Absinthe looked forlornly at the retired cook as his caretaker gently got him onto the boat and waved,”Goodbye, Streusen-sama. I hope you get better soon.” She then turned back to look over the plans for the new recruits, while taking the older man’s advice. Even though he was not as he was in his prime, his instruction was still needed in this time of change. She was sure that both Chipotle and Buche would be happy to have that kind of advise if they asked for it. 

[headchefstreussen-blog]

Later the same day:

Streusen sat on his bed, holding a snail in his hand, dialing the number of Absinthe. Mondee was giving him the okay to attend the interview after nagging her a little bit. The elderly chef saw it as triumph and smiled contently as he waited for the new Headchef to pick up. His legs were feeling better now and the syringe he got gave him a little boost in spirits so to speak. Looking at the clock at his bedside stand, he was just in time, over an hour before the interview.

“Hello Absinthe, it‘s me. I will accompany you for the interview, tell Bouche and Chipotle too, i am sure they will be thrilled to know!” he stated proudly, leaning back slightly.

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[bottlepiecemuses]

Absinthe sighed but just let it go, because it was useless talking him out of it. Now she knew where Perospero got his strong stubborn streak from. “Just don’t get into too much of a fight with Mondee,”she said as she wondered when her second oldest sister in law was going to there,”She tends to usually go on lockdown when you try to convince her.”

“However, if she allows you to interview them, then you can call yourself victorious,”she said. 

[headchefstreussen-blog]

A short while later, Macareen arrived. She looked disheveled and  a little out of breath but put on a smile either way. “Thanks for calling me, Absinthe. Guess i should have seen it coming.”she added, looking at the old man who simply avoided her look.

“Just take me to Mondeè” he replied shortly, not in the mood for much smalltalk. “I have to be in good shape for the new chefs that will arrive soon...” Streusen continued while supporting himself on his cane that Macareen brought with her. “See you later, Absinthe!” the old man stated while looking at both her and Macareen who offered her arm for support. He took the offer and so they were on the way to Mondee.

[headchefstreussen-blog]

" ribbbbbit hallo sir you are so smolllllll " she smiles sweetly patting the small man with her large metal gantlet ((i hope to talk to u in the future))

Streusen glared at the woman in front of him, crossing his arms. “Pardon Missy while i may be not the biggest in size, other qualities of my body have a far bigger quantity!” he retorted, huffing slightly. “Also don’t touch me with this gauntlet or whatever that is!”

(sure why not :D)

@ask-thenavyleader

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[bottlepiecemuses]

“No, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she hugged the older man,”You’ve really been a big support for me, especially since I am just getting more of the reigns on being head chef.”She knew how much he prided himself in self-reliant, so these past couple of years where he had to look to others to lean on was really hurting his pride.

“You can still give me advice on the snail phone,”she pointed out,”That would be very helpful.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

“But it’s not the same, i need to see them in person to judge them, there is no way i would do this over something as fickle as over snail connection, i wouldn’t be able to sleep at all!!” he replied stubbornly, staring at Absinthe. The chess soldiers looked at each other, continuing their patrol a short while later.

“I can stay here...in the infirmary with Mondee...and when they come for the interview i can get down there, no need to transfer me back to Fruit Island!” Streusen added, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. He sounded desperate but in this moment he didn’t really care.

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

Streusen nodded while trying to keep foot with Absinthe who put out possible tripping dangers in the old mans path. He was thankful for that as another fall surely would not do him any good.

“I like her a lot, she has such a well adjusted personality and is generally always so chipper and happy…”he exclaimed, flashing a small smile. “It helps Compote coming after her duties as Queen indeed…and i am glad about it. The last thing i want is to make my daughter’s life a living hell…” Streusen added a little sad, feeling like the odd one out again. At the topic of his other child, the old man raised a brow, looking at Absinthe.

“PerosPero was always loyal towards LinLIn in the first and foremost place. He sure had ambitions but was satisfied under the wing of his mother..at least i think he was. We havent talked much i am afraid…” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. His grip on Absinthe’s arm got a little stronger as he felt another spasm in his bad leg. He stopped his walking for a moment, gritting his teeth.

“Stupid leg…”he muttered, sweating because of the pain.

[bottlepiecemuses]

“Do you need to rest?”she asked as she stopped a while to give the older man a break,”I don’t want you to get hurt on my watch or Compote will have my head.” She kept him held up while resting herself on a wall near the exit of the chateau. She carefully watched as he regained his breathe, because at any time a pain attack could come at him. She made a note to herself that if Streusen wanted to come back then he had to have someone that could help her support him, as he walked around. 

She also noted that even though he was still mobile in spirit; his body betrayed him at times. She would probably ask Macareen if they could get a wheelchair for him, so that  he could get around the kitchen better. Even better if that wheelchair could move itself, especially with the fact that scientists under the family’s employ could possibly do that. 

[headchefstreussen-blog]

“It’s okay…it’s just that sometimes i get a spasm in my bad leg which makes me need to stop…it will be better in a couple minutes…” he muttered, seething through his barred teeth. As much pain it caused him however, he would not let himself put in a wheelchair, this would be his greatest shame was it not the embodiment of old age… “I think it’s alright now, let’s move on…” Streusen stated, coughing. As he took another step, his legs gave in and he sank on the ground.

“This is not my day…my legs feel like jello…” he muttered, battling with the upcoming frustration in him. A couple chess soldiers came by, seeing the old man kneeling on the ground panting. They ran over to Absinthe and Streusen, saluting.

“Is everything alright here, Lady Absinthe? Lord Streusen?”

[bottlepiecemuses]

“He just needs help..”she said to the chess soldiers. She wanted to do more for the old man, but she had a feeling he would fight the succession due to his pride. 

“I have to get him back to Compote’s island,”she said while almost feeling even more scared for his safety. With his leg acting up again, she worried that it could turn up worse if he continued on. And it made her uneasy to say think about the possibility of him getting worse because she allowed him to stay in the kitchen to give her some advice. She appreciated his wisdom, but she didn’t want it to come at the coast of his health. 

“Can you call Macareen to tell her we are coming back?”she asked as well,”Because I think she could take it from there to help Streusen-sama.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

The chess soldiers nodded and informed Macareen immediately over her snail.

"Lady Macareen is on her way, Lady Absinthe!" one of them replied, saluting. Streusen leaned on his side to ease the pain he felt. This was certainly a twisted situation, for poor Macareen as well himself. He felt incredibly weak and old out of sudden.

"This always happens in the most inconvenient times... I am sorry Absinthe..." he muttered, looking on the ground.

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

Streusen nodded while trying to keep foot with Absinthe who put out possible tripping dangers in the old mans path. He was thankful for that as another fall surely would not do him any good.

“I like her a lot, she has such a well adjusted personality and is generally always so chipper and happy…”he exclaimed, flashing a small smile. “It helps Compote coming after her duties as Queen indeed…and i am glad about it. The last thing i want is to make my daughter’s life a living hell…” Streusen added a little sad, feeling like the odd one out again. At the topic of his other child, the old man raised a brow, looking at Absinthe.

“PerosPero was always loyal towards LinLIn in the first and foremost place. He sure had ambitions but was satisfied under the wing of his mother..at least i think he was. We havent talked much i am afraid…” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. His grip on Absinthe’s arm got a little stronger as he felt another spasm in his bad leg. He stopped his walking for a moment, gritting his teeth.

“Stupid leg…”he muttered, sweating because of the pain.

[bottlepiecemuses]

“Do you need to rest?”she asked as she stopped a while to give the older man a break,”I don’t want you to get hurt on my watch or Compote will have my head.” She kept him held up while resting herself on a wall near the exit of the chateau. She carefully watched as he regained his breathe, because at any time a pain attack could come at him. She made a note to herself that if Streusen wanted to come back then he had to have someone that could help her support him, as he walked around. 

She also noted that even though he was still mobile in spirit; his body betrayed him at times. She would probably ask Macareen if they could get a wheelchair for him, so that  he could get around the kitchen better. Even better if that wheelchair could move itself, especially with the fact that scientists under the family’s employ could possibly do that. 

[headchefstreussen-blog]

“It’s okay...it’s just that sometimes i get a spasm in my bad leg which makes me need to stop...it will be better in a couple minutes...” he muttered, seething through his barred teeth. As much pain it caused him however, he would not let himself put in a wheelchair, this would be his greatest shame was it not the embodiment of old age... “I think it’s alright now, let’s move on...” Streusen stated, coughing. As he took another step, his legs gave in and he sank on the ground.

“This is not my day...my legs feel like jello...” he muttered, battling with the upcoming frustration in him. A couple chess soldiers came by, seeing the old man kneeling on the ground panting. They ran over to Absinthe and Streusen, saluting.

“Is everything alright here, Lady Absinthe? Lord Streusen?”

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

Streusen nodded while trying to keep foot with Absinthe who put out possible tripping dangers in the old mans path. He was thankful for that as another fall surely would not do him any good.

“I like her a lot, she has such a well adjusted personality and is generally always so chipper and happy...”he exclaimed, flashing a small smile. “It helps Compote coming after her duties as Queen indeed...and i am glad about it. The last thing i want is to make my daughter’s life a living hell...” Streusen added a little sad, feeling like the odd one out again. At the topic of his other child, the old man raised a brow, looking at Absinthe.

“PerosPero was always loyal towards LinLIn in the first and foremost place. He sure had ambitions but was satisfied under the wing of his mother..at least i think he was. We havent talked much i am afraid...” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. His grip on Absinthe’s arm got a little stronger as he felt another spasm in his bad leg. He stopped his walking for a moment, gritting his teeth.

“Stupid leg...”he muttered, sweating because of the pain.

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

He smiled at that and hooked his arm into hers, walking slowly out of the main kitchen, limping with every step. “Even if she see’s i am not home, it wouldn’t be bad at all, as i am a grown man, that, Compote has to accept. Macareen is my help and takes care of me most of the time, she understands my need for freedom!” he exclaimed proudly, taking one step at a time, careful not to fall down.

“I can’t really blame her though, from a young age, she and PerosPero had to help around, raising their little siblings. As you said, they had to give up their role as kids very soon..” Streusen muttered, feeling kind of bad thinking about. He wondered why he did become so sentimental with age...it was really bothersome...

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

Streusen raised a brow, surprised that it was already that late. He nodded, smiling at Absinthe. “Thank you, Absinthe. And no, i still can go and leave whenever i want...be it Compote or not” the old man retorted in defiance, well knowing about the overbearing worry his daughter showed towards him ever since the incident. “But if you want you can join me back home, a little support with walking as my leg seems to be acting up again” he added a little ashamed of having to ask for such a minor thing.

“I think i will go home first, then when you see the new chefs you give me a call, alright?” Streusen exclaimed a little tired.

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

“Oh do they? That’s wonderful, i haven’t even heard about it yet...Why didn’t they told me?”he wondered if they kept it a secret from him on purpose...He shook his head to get rid of the thoughts coming up in his brain, focusing on Absinthe again.

“Ohh that sounds exactly like her...and i was wondering why she was in such a craze out of sudden in making tiny clothes...”Streusen added, chuckling lightly before getting serious again. “By the way, have you the time by any chance? I kind of lost my stop watch somewhere around here and now i am a little lost in time” he asked, sighing.

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

The old man nodded, glad being able to help. At the mention of Bouche and Chipotle miss having him around, Streusen couldn’t help but to held back tears of movement. “Glad to hear that, so my teachings were not for naught after all i guess, hahaha” he chuckled but then he remembered his fall and the resulting injuries and instantly a frown crept over his face. They were the ones at fault for making him handicapped in the first place and on top of that, unintentionally forced him into retirement. “Those damn Strawhats made me retire..its all their fault” he muttered, balling his fist angrily, feeling his emotions getting the better of him. The grip on his cane got stronger and a sigh escaped his lips. He had to calm down...

“Oh right, Chipotle has married Plume a couple months ago...i remember...” Streusen stated, rubbing the back of his head. “How are they doing? I havent heard from them in a while...” he added, tilting his head lightly.

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

“Excellent idea on that part, let me see the list of volunteers please...” he took the papers from Absinthe and went through them with a keen eye. Most of them really seemed promising but one candidate catched the interest of Streusen more than the others.

“This one here...something is strange about him. We should keep a close eye on him” he exclaimed, pointing towards said chef. The old man cleared his throat before shifting his weight from one leg to the other as his hurt one started to ache again. “Bouche and Chipotle should be there as well in the screening process, make sure they attend too! We have to take every measurement we can take!” now his old leadership skills came back and he felt needed for the first time in a while. This would give him a little bit of work which he missed so much...

[bottlepiecemuses]

“Why are you crying again?”

“Something.. Something,”said Absinthe while crying hard,”Just reminded me of my past.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

The elderly man nodded his head, patting Absinthe’s shoulder gently. He had his fair share of horrible past memories as well, just being as old as he was, these came more and more back lately. He wanted to give Absinthe some comfort however and tried his best to calm her down.

“What was it that reminded you of your past?”

[bottlepiecemuses]

"I see you got quite good in your role as Headchef, i came to check up on you but it seems it's not needed" the old man cleared his throat, feeling still iffy to let the youth take over. "Either way, i am currently free and wanted to ask if you need help with anything..." he wanted to feel useful doing just anything to keep the boredom away he had ever since his retirement.

“Well, Streusen-sama,”said Absinthe as she was happy to receive advice from an expert,”When it comes to selection I want to make sure any unsavory types don’t get in. Because I know that some people in the underworld could come through the kitchen and try to spy. I want to know how to do countermeasures.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

Streusen tilted his head slighty, stroking his mustach in a thoughtful way. Absinthe had a point, you never could be more careful, especially in a kitchen like this. On the other hand, Totland was still one of the safest places to be aside of LinLin’s temper tantrums once in a while.

The old man nodded, finally finding the words he wanted to say.

“I think i should be there when you recrute new workers for the kitchen, i may be retired by now, but still, this kitchen and Totland itself are still a priority for me!”

“When are they coming?” he asked, looking at Absinthe.

[rpsentence-storage]

• °☆ The Princess and the Frog (2009) ☆ ° •

feel free to change words and pronouns as needed.

“A gift this special just gotta be shared.”

“Oh, what a coincidence, (name)! I’ve been avoiding you everywhere!”

“How degrading! I’ve never been so humiliated!”

“Don’t you disrespect me, little man! Don’t you derogate or deride!”

“I got voodoo, I got hoodoo, I got things I ain’t even tried!”

“I’m a royal myself on my mother’s side.”

“(Name), when a woman says ‘later’, she really means ‘not ever’! Now, run along.”

“I swear I am sweating like a sinner in church!”

“Oh, (name), honey, did you see the way he danced with me? A marriage proposal can’t be far behind.”

“I was beginning to think wishing on stars was just for babies and crazy people.”

“Why look at you! Aren’t you just as pretty as a magnolia in May?”

“You know, if you are going to let every little thing bother you, it is going to be a very long night!”

“Voodoo? You mean to tell me all this happened because you were messing with the Shadow Man?”

“How did I ever get tangled up this voodoo madness?”

“Besides, you and I both know the real power in this world ain’t magic. It’s money!”

“You know, (name), I’ve finally figured out what is wrong with you.”

“You do not know how to have fun. There. So, what do you have to say?”

“Oh, she’s fine. She got in a little trouble for flashing the neighbors again.”

“The evening star is shining bright. So make a wish and hold on tight. There’s magic in the air tonight, and anything can happen.”

“I’m not in love with (name), I am in love with (name)!”

“You have had quite an influence on me.”

“Gotta hand it to you, (name). When you dream, you dream big.”

“This is just a… minor setback in a major operation!”

“I have to do this, we are running out of time!”

“My dream? My dream wouldn’t be complete… without you in it.”

“You just kissed yourself a princess.”

[headchefstreussen-blog]

BOLD any your muse is truly afraid of.

Italicize those that make them uncomfortable.

Streusen

Accidents. Aliens. Amphibians. Ants. Babies. Bacteria. Bees. Beetles. Being alone. Birds. Blood. Butterflies. Cats. Cars. Caverns. Chickens. Childbirth. Children. Choking. Clocks. Clowns. Cockroaches. Cows. Crabs. Crocodiles. Crowds. Darkness. Death. Dentists. Disorder. Doctors. Dogs. Drowning. Failure. Fire. Flying. Foxes. Frogs. Germs. Gods. Guns. Heights. Horses. Hurricanes. Imperfection. Jaguars. Knives. Lightning. Lions. Losing. Losing loved ones. Loud sounds. Love. Marriage. Magic. Men. Mirrors. Moon. Mosquitoes. Moths. Needles. Oceans. Open spaces. Pain. Public speaking. Rain. Religion. Reptiles. Sex. Sickness. Sleep. Small spaces. Snakes. Snow. Speed. Spiders. Strangers. Technology. Thunder. Tigers. Toads. Tornados. Touch. Ugliness. Untidiness. Vampires. Wasps. Water. Witches. Wolves. Women. Zombies.

Tagged by: @pirate-who-eats-paper

Tagging: @chopperpirate @wanospider

[headchefstreussen-blog]

"I remember you! Get down on the ground and put your hands up, bastard!"

“Who were you again?” he replied, raising a brow at the talking reindeer in front of him.

@chopperpirate