[Voice-->Video] Dojo Announcement
This is Kurogane. If anyone in this place is serious about working on their skills, I have a place. Too many people drop in with no resolve.. rrf, only take me up if you mean it! I can show sword--
[Another voice butts in:] HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO YOUR RETARDED MEDITATING IF YOU KEEP TALKING?!
Shut up! You're letting yourself lose concentration. Let me.. Oi, knock it off, bastard--!! [The video flips on suddenly, catching a fleeting glimpse of a hand bearing dark nail polish: the culprit who hit the "on" button laughs as he walks away. An extremely angry-looking ninja is left staring at the network. Kurogane hadn't wanted to do this via video, because, well... tall, pointed, black ears are poking out of his hair.]
If you're gonna lecture about "resolve" and shit, you better show your damn face so they know you're serious too, dumbass.
It isn't about showing!! I was getting to it!
[Kurogane glares off screen at his companion, issuing a growl of annoyance before he continues to speak. Everyone, ignore the dog ears that keep wiggling on top of his head.]
I'm on the west of the lake in sector 7. [A wooded area can be seen in the background, as well as what looks like the corner of a Japanese-style dojo. A metal sign is hanging on a pole jutting out of the building's side that says "Big Dog Dojo" along with what's probably supposed to be the silhouette of said creature.]
If there are any bored fighters.. training and a good spar is welcome here. [He pauses, thinking for a moment. Those dog ears are still swiveling this way and that way to pick up sounds.] If you think you're good enough to teach something, I'll evaluate that. I could hire a few people.
[He stops talking again and the triangular canine ears flick to the side just before a small swarm of blades, bolts, forks, and the like zoom past Kurogane's head. He isn't looking worried, only annoyed by this.]
Don't bother showing up now if you're inexperienced. There's a projectile problem. I'll announce when it's safe later.
[Another voice butts in:] HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO YOUR RETARDED MEDITATING IF YOU KEEP TALKING?!
Shut up! You're letting yourself lose concentration. Let me.. Oi, knock it off, bastard--!! [The video flips on suddenly, catching a fleeting glimpse of a hand bearing dark nail polish: the culprit who hit the "on" button laughs as he walks away. An extremely angry-looking ninja is left staring at the network. Kurogane hadn't wanted to do this via video, because, well... tall, pointed, black ears are poking out of his hair.]
If you're gonna lecture about "resolve" and shit, you better show your damn face so they know you're serious too, dumbass.
It isn't about showing!! I was getting to it!
[Kurogane glares off screen at his companion, issuing a growl of annoyance before he continues to speak. Everyone, ignore the dog ears that keep wiggling on top of his head.]
I'm on the west of the lake in sector 7. [A wooded area can be seen in the background, as well as what looks like the corner of a Japanese-style dojo. A metal sign is hanging on a pole jutting out of the building's side that says "Big Dog Dojo" along with what's probably supposed to be the silhouette of said creature.]
If there are any bored fighters.. training and a good spar is welcome here. [He pauses, thinking for a moment. Those dog ears are still swiveling this way and that way to pick up sounds.] If you think you're good enough to teach something, I'll evaluate that. I could hire a few people.
[He stops talking again and the triangular canine ears flick to the side just before a small swarm of blades, bolts, forks, and the like zoom past Kurogane's head. He isn't looking worried, only annoyed by this.]
Don't bother showing up now if you're inexperienced. There's a projectile problem. I'll announce when it's safe later.