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Violation 1.01 - [Action/Voice]
[He's not a New Feather, thank you very much. Arriving a few days, Goroh quietly settled back into life in Luceti. Last time he reacted to Luceti badly. Cut off from his home and wife, he'd turned to drinking and smoking to deal with the place. If his old man had seen him, he'd have smacked him upside the head for it. Goroh had never been a typical samurai, but he'd definitely let his standards slip. It was a shock realizing he had forgotten Lisa. Not only that, but his hands were covered in blood. It was like plunging into a frozen lake, suddenly returning to Luceti with the memories of what the place had turned him into.
It's why he moved back to his old place and generally not kicked up a fuss. He'd handle this place differently this time. Smarter. But the fact of the matter was, he was still bored. He could meditate and make tea and work out for hours and he was still left with a lot of nothing to fill his time. By now he and the gang would be planning out their next job. No wonder he had watched so much TV while he was here. It was that or boozing. (If only he knew the Dome had been upgraded, huh?)
Well. Only one way to solve this.]
Slayer girl. I heard you've been taking care of my TV while I was gone. I'll be taking that off your hands now. Be sure to have it all packed up when I stop by this evening.
As for everyone else, if you didn't see me already, guess you could say I'm back. The name's Samurai Goroh, but don't get any high minded ideas of noble warrior from me. I'm in the pirating business. Space piracy, that is. Not that there's much call for that kind of thing around here. I spent a year here before, but never found much of a hobby that matched that kind of excitement. So how about some suggestions. Just don't try to stick me with some kid's stuff, understood?
[Later on, Goroh's in town. He'll poke around the general store, hoping to find some weights to work with. He can't go letting himself get soft around here. No stop at the bar, though. He's keeping a low profile, just staying on the essentials. Maybe he'll pick up some food for later. He only shares his kitchen with one other person right now (that's Chun Li), so he'll be displaying a rarely seen act of cooking finesse all up in his apartment. Who knows, lovers of some classic Japanese food may be attracted to the third floor of Building Two if they happen to be in the stairwell.]
It's why he moved back to his old place and generally not kicked up a fuss. He'd handle this place differently this time. Smarter. But the fact of the matter was, he was still bored. He could meditate and make tea and work out for hours and he was still left with a lot of nothing to fill his time. By now he and the gang would be planning out their next job. No wonder he had watched so much TV while he was here. It was that or boozing. (If only he knew the Dome had been upgraded, huh?)
Well. Only one way to solve this.]
Slayer girl. I heard you've been taking care of my TV while I was gone. I'll be taking that off your hands now. Be sure to have it all packed up when I stop by this evening.
As for everyone else, if you didn't see me already, guess you could say I'm back. The name's Samurai Goroh, but don't get any high minded ideas of noble warrior from me. I'm in the pirating business. Space piracy, that is. Not that there's much call for that kind of thing around here. I spent a year here before, but never found much of a hobby that matched that kind of excitement. So how about some suggestions. Just don't try to stick me with some kid's stuff, understood?
[Later on, Goroh's in town. He'll poke around the general store, hoping to find some weights to work with. He can't go letting himself get soft around here. No stop at the bar, though. He's keeping a low profile, just staying on the essentials. Maybe he'll pick up some food for later. He only shares his kitchen with one other person right now (that's Chun Li), so he'll be displaying a rarely seen act of cooking finesse all up in his apartment. Who knows, lovers of some classic Japanese food may be attracted to the third floor of Building Two if they happen to be in the stairwell.]
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[Tea kettle starts whistling, so she starts brewing!]
Bitter or not so bitter?
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Oh, trust me, after a few months of this place, that kind of brain twisting comes as second nature. You've not even had your first experiment, have you?
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[She pours out some dark tea after letting it steep for a few extra seconds]
Alright, here you are. Bitter oolong.
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We should count ourselves fortunate. If we arrived two months ago, we might be sharing this tea as lovers.
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Wouldn't be so bad, I guess. I could think of worse people than friendly samurai cooks to be falsely in love with. Were you around for one of those post-Valentine's massacres?
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Oh, I wasn't just there, I was the star attraction. I asked the girl I was with to marry me. [The mischievous way he says it suggests he wasn't sincere even then.]
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But, what'd she say, the poor thing?
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[But he smirks, thinking more about how her friends reacted to it. Goroh could be a real bastard back then.]
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[She starts to eat, though, and smiles]
This is fantastic, Goroh. Where'd you learn to cook like this?
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My old man forced it on me. A real traditionalist, that one. Took the whole samurai thing a little too seriously.
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[Says the very...untraditional and unorthodox police officer...]
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[That's right. She's eating with a criminal.]
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[You're in luck. She had dinner the previous evening with Marco...]
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[She'll point to herself]
Me? I'm a cop. The best cop in Hong Kong.
[This is of course punctuated by a smile and a small laugh]
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[He isn't bothered at all. He wouldn't be bothered even if they weren't in Luceti. He has nothing against cops- they just do their job. He just does his better.]
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[She doesn't mind pirates...so long as they aren't the Long John Silver variety, so looks like we're pretty even]
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[He's poking fun at her narrow superlatives.]
I'm the best poker player on all of Clyton. Which don't say much, seeing as the planet's population is in the thousands. But it still makes me the world's best poker player.
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Yep. We don't have space travel at home yet, rocket man. Earth's still as overpopulated and messy as ever.
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What sort of pirating do you do? Sailing the seas, or the stars?
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On the sea? No self respecting pirate would be caught doing that. The stars are where we belong.
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[She trails off, letting him think what he will as she takes another bite of fish. Mmmmm, Fish!]
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