018 - [Action/Voice]

[hageshii]

[Now that his wife is around, Goroh is spending a lot less time walking around aimlessly in Luceti and more time in actual training. Like hell if he's going to let her get the better of him in this place, where he has the advantage of being around longer. So he's picked himself a nice, secluded spot in the woods west of C3 to practice his swordplay. Of course no one will be there to see it, but Goroh is proving that he's more than just talk as he executes some extremely refined cuts, jabs, and slices with his blade. How is he doing this? He brought a basket of vegetables in a basket and is slicing them in mid air into nicely cut pieces into another basket, making a nice salad for later.

Later on, he'll be hauling a basket full of sliced veggies on his way back home, where he plans to abandon it outside of C2 for anyone who wants to bother with it. He already had his share. Later on, after some aimless wandering around town to find a white haired boy named Riku, he'll sit himself outside of C2 (next to his veggie basket) and open up his journal for a few messages.]

[Filtered to Nami 100%]

You about ready for that talk?

[Open Message]

To-may-toes or to-mah-toes? Which one is it?

Comments

[herotypical]

It wasn't exactly relevant in my time, either.

[hageshii]

So did you expect it to be meaningful for anyone?

[herotypical]

Some people care about the classics, you know. Even if most people don't.

[hageshii]

And some classics just don't last.

[herotypical]

Yeah. [Dejected sigh.] You're probably right.

[hageshii]

Don't feel so dejected. I'm sure your century did something us futuristic space men give a damn about.

[herotypical]

Like what? Cell phones? Oh--the internet. It's the internet, isn't it?

[hageshii]

Technology doesn't count, because we have it and better. Only now it's shinier and probably chrome.

[herotypical]

Oh God, please don't say it's Britney Spears.

[hageshii]

There you go, that's the one. We'll always remember the 21st century for that single contribution.

[herotypical]

No. No way. I am not falling for your shenanigans again.

[hageshii]

Shenanigans? Me? Are we talking about the same person here?

[herotypical]

Yes, Mister I-blew-up-a-planet-but-not-really. Shenanigans.

[hageshii]

We have no way of proving that ever actually happened.

[herotypical]

What, the conversation? I dunno--I'm doing a pretty good job of remembering it. After all, I was one of the few sober individuals that night.

[hageshii]

The planet not blowing up. Shit like that happens all the time. You never can be sure who did it.

[herotypical]

That's so not the point, you know.

[hageshii]

There's so many points to consider, when you think about it.

[herotypical]

Like the one where I'm pretty sure you don't give a damn about how people pronounce things?

[hageshii]

I don't even like to-may-toes.

[herotypical]

Is it the whole fruit-slash-vegetable debate? Because, admittedly, that's fairly off-putting.

[hageshii]

It has its amusing moments, though. It seemed to do wonders with the spotted alien lady.

[herotypical]

Does the spotted alien lady happen to also be blonde, Goroh?

[Oh, this is rich.]

[hageshii]

That she did.

[herotypical]

Oh, poor Emony.