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[symmachy]

[scathach is sitting on the edge of a building. she's only outside because there are just a few clouds in the sky, so she isn't too worried about getting a sunburn. she's holding the nv in one hand, arm resting on her knee, so the frame is a little crooked.]

Now that a cure has been found, I hope that all of the sick will be on their feet soon.

[just pleasantries. she's clearly getting to business now, because she actually looks to the camera, straightening the picture.]

I was hoping there would be some kind of school here akin to Xavier's Institute, but I have yet to stumble upon one. In light of this, if someone could direct me to a local dojo, I would greatly appreciate it. And if there is no dojo, I will need space to build one.

[oh right.]

I'm a teacher of the martial arts and weapons combat. I suppose I should mention that I'm open for lessons right now, though they will have to be in a public space, preferably a park or field. If anyone is interested in learning, tell me now. Lessons start tomorrow.

[and with a curt nod, she cuts the feed.]

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[inthejunk]

I'd rather owe someone an apology than see my friends get hurt again.

[Shrug.]

Yeah, yeah, fine. C'mon, I'll make it up to you. I'll buy you a soda. Let me guess, blood orange, right?

[symmachy]

[man you are awful at this]

I don't drink soda. And I don't drink any kind of blood, either.

[inthejunk]

I forgot about the no sense of humor thing.

[symmachy]

Tell better jokes and maybe I'll laugh.

[inthejunk]

So no vampire puns, huh? Hmm. I'll try to think of something else.

[symmachy]

You do that.

[inthejunk]

I'll come up with one for my first lesson. How about Saturday?

[symmachy]

[begrudgingly]

Sunday.

[inthejunk]

Great, see you then!