005 ▽ [video] ; January 4th (early morning)

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[To describe the way Ishida Mitsunari's eyes bore into the screen is a task easier said than done. Whether aware of the recording or not, the way his expression changes from stoic indifference to absolute vehemence is almost instantaneous as the realization of things begins to sink in. A steady growl builds in the back of his throat, his grip on

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[rangerforlife]

[Awkwardly.]

...are you... alright?

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[Mitsunari is still knocking his forehead against the wall - but the action is now considerably less violent than his earlier display.]

Hngh-- [A low growl is all he can muster at first, not able to bring himself to look at his communicator as it records all of this.]

BREW has returned a murderer home...

[rangerforlife]

Oh. I can see why you're upset.

[He frowns.]

Is there anything I can do?

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[He stops bashing his forehead against the wall, making a sound of frustration as he squeezes his eyes shut, face scrunching up and twisting into a grimace.]

Unless you possess the power to drag those traitorous bones back to the confines of this realm...

[rangerforlife]

I don't think anyone here can do that.

[Tommy sighs.]

Anything else, though? Something to keep you from hurting yourself?

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[A helmet might help-]

There is nothing else that will calm the fury that burns within my soul... Nothing that shall ease this painful unrest that rises in my heart, knowing the lies and treachery that shall fall upon it beneath his rule...

[rangerforlife]

Spar with me, then.

[He smiles.]

It'll be a more constructive way of spending all that anger, than hurting yourself.

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You wish to spar...?

[Mitsunari turns his head to face his communicator, looking almost perplexed at the offer for a moment. He's no stranger to sparring - but it's more often than not relating to morning training or training with the Death City Fight Club. To be given such an offer from a stranger, let alone one who has caught him in this state, is certainly unexpected.

...But there is still another question that plagues his mind.]

With me or against me?

[When one is a weapon, there is a vast difference between the two.]

[rangerforlife]

You look like you could use a way to let out all that steam. Sparring helps me, when I feel like that, so perhaps it might help you too?

[He shrugs.]

Whichever you prefer.

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I am not the sort to face another blindly... But I am curious about your strength.

[Good work, Tommy. The idea of sparring has actually served to quell his anger, at least temporarily. He moves closer to his communicator, willing to take up the man's offer.]

State where you wish to meet.

[rangerforlife]

I'll be glad to show you it, if you want.

[He nods.]

Would the training grounds be suitable?

[Did you want to log this or simply action-thread it?]

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I shall see you upon the training grounds then.

[Whichever you prefer, I don't mind either. :)]

[rangerforlife]

Alright, see you there.

[Action for convenience sake then!]

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[Under normal circumstances, a stranger offering up a challenge would be regarded with caution. He did not know this individual - he knew not what sort of training he had, what master he served beneath or even what land he called his own. This stranger was a potentially dangerous opponent and yet, something about that thrilled Mitsunari like nothing else. Maybe it was the adrenaline that still coursed through him from his outburst, maybe it was the fact he had not faced a worthy opponent in what felt like months... But this man intrigued him.

Without hesitation, Mitsunari decides to make his way towards the training grounds - not bothering to wipe the blood from his forehead or tend to his injuries. There would be time for that later.]

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[rangerforlife]

[Tommy made his way to the training grounds, shaking his head somewhat. But hoping he would be of some help to the poor guy, he really looked like he needed some sort of release from all that anger. It couldn't be healthy. In the meantime, before he arrived, Tommy took care to stretch and warm up, because he had a feeling that as good intentioned as his offer was, the poor guy wasn't exactly going to go easy on him. Oh well.]

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[Mitsunari approaches the area Tommy is waiting in, striding up towards him. He stands and locks eyes with him, saying not a word as he sizes him up. Assuming Mitsunari wasn't going to "go easy" on him was definitely a smart idea.]

What method of combat shall we engage?