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Violation 1.01 - [Action/Voice]
Mar. 14th, 2012 12:27 pm[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.]
