Samurai Goroh

[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.]

Alright, time to listen up, people. Most of you assholes managed to not mess up during that last battle. We'll credit that to your special powers, especially our good pal with the red underwear. Lucky us most of you knew how to fight and that the chumps we were up against got their weapons from a metal scrap heap. So good job to everyone who managed to avoid getting killed. Those of you did, well, you'll be back. Dying here's no big deal, so don't get all weepy eyed about it.

Now, there's people here who can't fight or could use more practice. Our old buddy Alexei had this idea about getting some people together to actually teach these people. Well, since he ain't here, I'll be doing that. So if you want to sign up, do it here. Let me know what you can do, too. Since not everyone can shoot lasers out of their eyes or throw a car, might want to make sure you have real skills you can pass on to people. Those are more handy in the long run.

As for people who want to learn, I'm not the one to talk to. That'll be Buffy.

[ooc: This is a follow up of Alexei's recruitment post a month or so ago. Those who signed up are listed here. Ideally your character should ICly sign up here too.]

[Before a few weeks ago, Goroh was a the bar almost every night. Lately though, he's been there more and more sporadically. The fact the Malnosso were kind enough to give him a hobby had a large part to do with that. There's also the face he's wary about allowing himself become too intoxicated with how dangerous Luceti has been lately.

Tonight he's there, though. But unlike normal nights where's up at the counter fixing his own drinks and making a nuisance of himself, he's in a back corner with a tall glass of cold beer in front of him. It's still over half full. And his first one, no less! Mostly it exists there as a distraction as he goes through the journals, eavesdropping on conversations he finds interesting and fiddling with filters. Like the ones he makes himself.]

[Filtered to Self 25%]

Suppose I should apologize for this.

[Filtered 100% to Catherine]

Oi, old man. I figure it's not long before you send us out on another draft. Since you're going around being all neighborly with stuff, how about you do the same for me. Any chance of you guys dropping off an F-Zero machine anytime soon?

Someone's gone and abducted all the women!

Guess it's about time I did something useful around here. If anyone cares to join me, I'll be at the barracks. It's your one chance to learn swordplay from the real life Samurai Goroh. Doesn't mean shit here, but believe me, there's millions of kids back in the Federation who'd kill for the chance. Of course if you want a match, I'll have to think think about it. I've got no interest in getting my ass handed to me by any magic-touting freaks or whatever other superhuman jackasses with something to prove.

Maybe I'll even talk about Bushido and shit. We'll see.

[True to his word, Goroh will be at the barracks. He's been needing a hobby besides drinking, especially since there's not any room for theft or high speeds racing here. Looks like swordplay is all he's got left to offer.]

[Meanwhile (or LATERWHILE because this is forward-dated to this evening), Goroh is at Good Spirits, sitting on a stool up at the bar. But rather than doing his usual thing of just hanging out there, he's got his journal out in front of him for a voice message.]

Goroh here. Listen up, I've promised a few people I'd have a drink with them. If you're one of those people, you should know where to find me.

[And that'll do for now. If he hasn't asked you for a drink, you can still bother him anyways.]