Description: *Season One, Compilation 2* Back by popular demand, these two digitally re mastered episodes feature the best and worst of the first years Nubile Android Saga. Included in this package: Jiro goes to space to find a wife, Noriko, who is the princess of an alien race, and the dating special MOTMHarmony, featuring Ingrid. This box set is a must own.
Wow! This was great, it was Naerose first official interview. Her others were good, but she usually had to track down the eerrm victim. So Naerose was sure to arrive extra early. She had her camera set up, some lighting with the cool reflective sheets and a microphone, a laptop which she borrowed from Gedo high and a couple of chairs. All she needed was the victim, which would come in time, hopefully not too soon though cause Naerose was told something about time and she forgot if Japan did that sort of thing, coming from the states, therefore she's either just on time, or an hour late.
Set up off to the side of Howard arena, with the great backdrop of the stadium was everything that she wanted.. er needed. This would be PERFECT. Or so the witch thought, dressed in her red attire, a vaguely skimpy thing you'd expect to find in Halloween USA with a witches hat, shades, broom and her trusty side kick, Sylvester the bunny, currently sitting on the ground with some stars circling his head after his most recent escape attempt.
It would be Ingrid's first interview as well, so one might expect that she would be fairly excited, apparently coming up a little in the fighting world. It was going to be her first Main Event later on, a good reason that she might be asked for an interview beforehand. After all, the audience might wish to know a little more about the people that will be participating, and she is a relative unknown to most, having appeared from out of nowhere.
And luckily for Naerose, Ingrid is probably what would be considered late in showing up to the interview, but she wasn't scheduled for a set time so she doesn't figure it would be too much of a problem. In she comes through the door, taking a small look around with a smile set upon her face. She looks over to Naerose, "You're Naerose Delphine, I presume? I'm Ingrid Holmann, pleased to meet you." She offers a small bow in greeting.
This is the time that Naerose realizes she has no idea who she's supposed to be interviewing. She knew it was someone named Ingrid, but well, this person before her was not at all what she expected. Well that's okay. Naerose darts over to her first interview! Reaches to grab Ingrid's hand and drag her toward one of the chairs.
"Excellent you're here, lets just, oh make up! Syvester!'
Sylvester: . . . .
This is a problem, Naerose hadn't planned ahead for her makeup artist sleeping on the job! So the witch picks the bunny with a suspicious broom shaped welt on it's head up and opens a powder box and dabs the bunny into it before wielding it at Ingrid.
"Close your eyes dear." Naerose says with a big broad grin, the sort a child that is playing a game and likely going to do more harm then good does. Clearly Naerose doesn't know what she's doing, afterall, who ever heard of a bunny applying makeup ?
Luckily, the disadvantage is mutual; Ingrid had no idea what to expect when she was told she was going to be interviewed, and Naerose is about the last type of person she was expecting. She is easily able to cope with this and adapt, allowing herself to be led to the chair and sitting down in it. She looks over when Naerose grabs the rabbit and begins covering it with makeup. She shakes her head and holds up a hand in a polite manner when she is asked to close her eyes, "There's no need for makeup, I've been told that I'm naturally photogenic without the need, but thank you for the offer." She then looks to the rabbit, "And you as well, Sylvester."
You don't need to be psychic to see Naerose' bubble deflate and her eagerness just pop into nothingness. She stares at Ingrid as though Ingrid had just up and told her, 'you know witches suck'. Sylvester, the powder puff is forgotten about briefly and dropped onto the ground. This of course is enough of a shock to jar him into consciousness and he immediately see's the opportunity to escape! Like most predators, wild cats, lions, tigers and Naeroses, when a rabbit starts to flee that is when they are most noticed and thus Naerose spins around and chucks the nearest thing, Ingrid's hand, at Sylvester, which fails to halt the bunny as said hand is connected to Ingrid's body. Without realizing this and considering the deeper issues associated with such an attempt she chucks the light stand at Sylvester instead, and unfortunately for said Sylvester, hits. That being taken care of, she turns to Ingrid, having forgotten all about what had killed her joy a moment ago and flashes a winning, or losing smile and says, brightly, bubbly, way to gleefully,
"Well then, shall we get started?"
"Let us start with," Naerose pulls out a pad of paper with extensive notes in shorthand, a style known as 'chicken scratch',
"Okay. What is your name? How old are you, and are you M or F?"
Ingrid tilts her head a little and watches as Naerose looks like someone just pronounced the death of a beloved family member. She begins to go about situating herself in her chair so that she'll be comfortable for however long the interview will last, when her hand is suddenly grabbed and tugged on, causing the chair she's in to wobble and just about fall over. That wasn't expected! She reaches up a hand and rubs at her shoulder a little and then resumes her previous position, her smile still intact and apparently unperturbed by the yank. Though she does look over to the rabbit, and asks, "I don't think you're makeup artist likes his job anymore."
Her head turns back to Naerose as she begins the interview and waits for the first few questions to be asked, her smile widening just a little and her eyes showing mirth when the question of her gender appears. "My name is Ingrid Holmann and I'm Sixteen years old. I also happen to be female, which some might find as a bit of a shock."
Nod nod nod, Naerose nods and waits for Ingrid to finish, though her questions, prescripted, seem to suggest she isn't listening to a word Ingrid says, as she spits the next few out in a disjointed manner,
"Please finish this sentence, ' My best friend would describe me as . . ' , ' My favorite Season is. . ' , ' If you asked me what I Was wearing I'd say. . . ' - Wait hang on, why would people think it was odd that you were female?"
Wow an actual interview moment where Naerose sort of goes with the flow of the event! Meanwhile she realizes just now apparently she should actually write down the answers and gets to chicken scratch!
*elsewhere*
. . . Okay about ten feet away,
Heroic bunny Sylvester, the hero of time and space wakes up from a terrible curse of lightening equipment to find the evil red witch harassing a young woman and threatening the world! He must stop her, if he could just get this heavy equipment off. ughghg.
From the looks of things, this is going to be a fairly interesting interview, to say the least. The interviewer seems to be paying very little attention to the answers given to her, and is writing the answers down when it's being recorded by camera; else why all the lighting and the possible need for makeup? The bunny's plight is ignored by the white haired young woman, who continues to answer the questions in a pleasant voice immediately after they are asked so she does quite literally complete Naerose's sentences, "Playful, energetic, and fun," is the answer to the first question, and the second one gets a reply of, "Summer, definitely." The third question gets a further widened smile, "If you were to ask me what I was wearing, I'd say that you ought to be paying more attention." Her smile slowly disappears and turns to one of curiosity and asks, "Why, I think you'd know that if you had to ask me my gender in the first place, Miss Naerose."
This was going great! At least Naerose seemed to think so and her mood improved as it continued to 'go great'. Of course the last bit is strange, afterall, Ingrid should know that Naerose asked her gender because it was one of her questions and therefore you ask it. Duh. Okay, moving on.
"Alright, you are happiest with what kind of person?"
Of course there would be time to answer these questions right?
"And on your ideal first date when you're not talking what are you doing? And how would you describe this ideal relationship in five words?"
Back to the plight of a bunny, Sylvester has only one choice but to use his psychic powers to levitate the lighting equipment and chuck them at Naerose! Staff check, does Sylvester have psycho powers high enough to levitate lighting equipment? . . Apparently not. But it would be from no lack of effort!
A very fun interview to be sure, and Ingrid seems to be enjoying it just as much as Naerose is. As to why she answered that final question in such an odd manner, that will have to be left up to interpretation, because she's giving no explanation for it. "Oh, let me see... I believe I am happiest when I'm around 'interesting' people; people who are complex and have reasons for their actions, as opposed to people who don't seem to have much of a personality or opinion." The next question asked puts her in a contemplative stance, her eyes looking upward and her hand coming up to tap her chin a few times, "To be honest with you, Naerose, that isn't an issue I've given much thought to. I suppose a fun first date for me would be to do something exciting and fun, like going to a theme park." An ideal relationship? "Friends becoming more than that." She smiles once more.
Of course, held in her lap there is something else going on, though it's terribly subtle and not likely to be caught by anyone. She just makes a very small little pointing gesture over towards Sylvester, and voila, the equipment shifts ever so slightly and the bunny is free! The question is, what will he do with his newfound freedom?
Run, he'll run. It seems the hero of space and time, when faced with confronting the red witch and defeating her once and for all so all white bunnies can live in freedom, or attempting to save himself, knowing he only dooms another white bunny to the horror of becoming 'Sylvester,' he chooses his own freedom and frankly who can blame him. All the same, Naerose, the evil villain herself who enslaves the race of bunny to a life in her stuffy hat with her toothbrush, towel and other travel necessities, does not notice the flight of this particularly Sylvester and continues with the interview.
"Oh I'm sorry, I seem to of forgotten one of the earlier questions, are you a straight girl looking for a man, or a gay girl looking for a umm a girl, or are you a bi girl looking for.. a .. bicycle?"
Clearly Naerose herself wasn' sure what she was asking with these questions.
Alas, it appears that the heroic rabbit has a rather nasty streak of yellow on his belly, and poor Ingrid will continue to be subjected to the rather unorthodox interviewing of Naerose, the red witch. At least she seems to be enjoying it! But how can she allow her valiant hero to do such a thing? In truth, she cannot, for as cowardly as he is acting, she knows that at heart he has the courage of a lion. Her finger gently points once more and somehow the poor thing finds itself turned around and running towards Naerose and Ingrid. Will he even notice before it's 'too late'?
But Ingrid, of course, won't show any knowledge of this as she continues with her interview, and inexplicably stands up from her chair. "Well let me see." She holds her hands down at her sides and tilts her head downwards, "I do seem to be rather straight, though I have curves on myself as well..." She then sits down, "I think that I've been very happy in the last few years, so gay would be a useful word in describing me. But... I do believe there is only one of me, so I'm likely not bi anything." She smiles at Naerose, "I wouldn't mind going on a bike ride with you sometime, though."
Wow, that was quite a response, this is great reporting, why she's having so much fun she seems to get off on a tangent,
"Hey, that'd be fun, you know I got this scooter and I ride it all the time, all through the winter, there is plenty of room for a passenger, me and Xiangfei even once managed to fit a sign on it," But she is distracted by the thud of a bunny running head first into her chair. She looks down, realizes who it is, reaches down, picks the stunned Sylvester up, takes off her hat, deposits the bunny into her hat and replaces said hat on her head. And all is well in the world again.
"Hey thanks a lot for, umm, lets see, you just received your free personality profile, a fifty dollar value!"
"That sounds wonderful, though I'm not sure I'd trust a sign to drive." Ingrid continues to take the interview in stride, and watches on curiously as the rabbit is scooped up and shoved under Naerose's hat. It seems her assessment of Sylvester the rabbit was wrong; despite his great courage to return to the battle, his dim wit was such that he couldn't even put up a fight. A tragedy, but he is not the hero she had thought him to be, it seems. "Oh, good! May I ask what it says?"
"Oh well you see, I need to compile the data and put it together and then your personality profile will be set up on SNFHarmony.com where other fighters will be matched to your true self so you can be yourself and something about a guarantee and some old guy in a suit.. Hey you know I am not really sure I don't watch a lot of tv cause Niesje doesn't have a tv set I don't think, or maybe she does." Naerose shrugs and closes her note pad.
"Umm.. I don't know I think that's all my questions though."
Ingrid listens on to the miniature little speech and nods her head slowly as if she understands exactly what Naerose is talking about. Does she? ...likely not. A better question: Does anyone? "I see. I suppose I'll have to log on to that site and see what it says about me. I think, though, that if you're out of questions the interview is probably over. How sad, I was having fun."
"Oh good, we'll do a follow up interview soon, but this is great, I have all the material I need," Naerose says, apparently seriously out of questions, you know you come prepared for somehting, it turns out to be an incredibly zany idea to begin with. . hilarity ensues. . .
"And I can take you on a great scooter ride sometime, I mean it's not a bicycle, but I don't own a bicycle, besides, I can really fly on my broom, it's so neat, cause I am a witch, you know?"
%"Thank you for the interview, I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but this has turned out to be rather fun." A small nod of her head is given, and Ingrid smiles at Naerose, "That sounds like a lot of fun. I haven't ever been on a scooter ride before, so it'll be a very new experience for me. Hopefully a fun one." And then at the proclamation that she's a witch, Ingrid's face seems to turn much, much more serious than it was only a moment ago, and she looks into Naerose's brown eyes with her own red once, locking them for what seems like forever before asking a single question, "Well then... are you a good witch, or a bad witch?"
"Ho ho ho ho hoho hoho," Naerose laughs and then stops laughing as she looks into Ingrid's eyes? She fixes her shades a little unnerved and then announces, "See you can never tell with a witch cause witches are you know.. either good or wicked, and wicked witches are really good witches that were just misunderstood, see look," She reaches into her hand, gets bitten by Sylvester and is forced to shake the white bunny off her finger before finally pulling out a severely nibbled on copy of Wicked, the life and times of the wicked witch of the west.
"I recently tried to read this book, and I am pretty sure it supports my stance on the issue, but it was kind of dry."
"So what you're saying is that witches are exactly like everyone else, and that the innate goodness and evil in a persons actions greatly depend on the circumstance and situations that lead up to the act?" Whether or not that's what Naerose meant, Ingrid smiles once more and takes a look at the book, nodding her head a little, "I think I would prefer to stick to the scooter ride, I'm not quite sure what I'd do with myself on a broom. They're so thin I imagine it'd hurt a fair bit to ride one without knowing how, like a witch would, and that wouldn't be very much fun at all."
"Okay," Naerose says, to the first part, to the latter part, every other part because the fact is, Naerose has no idea what Ingrid is talking about, she just wanted to weasel out of having to call herself good or bad. See of course being good is much better, but being bad feels more cool. Naerose adjusts her shades with the thought of it before dropping the book back into her hat then remembers she needs to get this interview off to press! So she starts to pack her stuff up in a rush.
"How did I pack this onto my scooter again.." She can't really remember, so she does it the only way she knows how. Shoving it.
%Ingrid smiles, "Good," and then watches as Naerose really begins packing up the things on her scooter. It looks like she's going to have a bit of trouble, bit Ingrid is confident that she'll manage to get it all on there. After all, she got it there at least once already, so doing it again will just be a matter of memory. She lifts her hand and waves in a silent goodbye, and then starts off walking down the sidewalk. She's going to have to get ready for Saturday Night Fight!
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**********************CHILDREN OF THE EMO***********************
The Asakaze dojo
It is located a few hours from Southtown, upon a gentle hill with a spectacular view untainted by concrete or steel. The main building is a two story affair, upon a sizeable lot of land. A broad courtyard is surrounded by a simple wall, for privacy as opposed to security. An open gate leads towards the sliding front doors and closed deck that circles the entire building, main path flanked by a coy pond and extremely well-tended gardens. A large square of sand is raked into an intricate pattern, barely marred by the flowing winds... Although it has many dog prints padding across.
Yet the dojo is completely barren and empty of activity, beyond a now full grown and rapidly prancing Leo still with a red ribbon around his neck. The architecture is obviously at the least decades old, having fallen into inadvertent disrepair. There are signs of recent attempts at fixing such, but with a mundane effort that might hint to lack of money. Although all plants are tended and everything is impeccably clean, it would seem the Asakaze dojo is closed. There is a large sign upon the front gate declaring such, apparently since a few month's back... Which is right when Noriko again vanished without much warning or trace.
Anyone who came to check things out would probably be met first by the former puppy, quite happy and well-fed. *Someone* has to be here, but where? ... The answer is within the rear, presently not within line of sight. Upon a section of grass near the family shrine -- a simple gazebo filled with stone tablets marking the lineage for endless years -- Noriko is settled cross-legged before a pair of fresh tombstones. One is decidedly feminine, the other sharp and broad. Many flowers surrounding both are being groomed with scissors, budding weeds carefully plucked out and placed into a reed bucket. She wears her normal embroidered kimono, sword resting on the ground beside.
Years of solitude and peace and quite, shattered. Who would drive such a loud motor vehicle so far out of the way as to end up here? Who would stand so loud a vehicle as it putters with great unnatural sounds and emits ozone destroying smog, traveling at a blazing slow fifteen miles per hour. It probably took hours to get here. The stones rattle in disapproval as the vehicle passes or at least if stones could feel emotions. Some zen experts said they could, and the rider, a red clad witch with a hat rather then a helmet and shades (not shatter proof) rather then goggles, breaks just about every safety law imaginable while pondering that possibility. She decides to jot down that thought as a note. Finally seeing the old dojo, rather then parking outside, she decides to ride in, going slower out of respect for the lack of a serious road meant for motor scooters. Or respect for her lack of shocks.
"Heeellooo," she cries while skidding to a halt and a planned parking job where her bike ends up on it's side, the front wheel still spinning and the witch on her bottom, staring up at the statue.
"Woah." she says,
"Guess you umm, don't wanna be interviewed." She winks, of course she knows it's a statue and not a real person.
"So umm.. how long you gotta meditate to get that way?" she asks, I mean, she does know. Right?
The sound of an approaching vehicle certainly got Leo excited, puttering and slow though it be. He began to bark loudly, rushing from one end of the courtyard to the other, further messing up the poor sand square. There isn't a hostile crease in his warm face however, tail wagging wildly and tailing behind Naerose as she navigates along the main path. The moment Naerose is off the bike, she'll have to deal with the energetic canine or get bowled over in the attempt. He doesn't see many strangers these days!
It's only a few moments before Noriko herself strides around the main building, holding the reed bucket before her lap with the shears nestled inside. At the moment, her katana is tucked in her sash. Faint surprise marks her features, but a respectful bow is offered to the decidedly unique newcomer. "...Hello? Can I help you?" No apparent care that a statue is being spoken to. Despite being quite disrespectful! Well, I never. Leo barks a greeting towards his mistress, but lingers in close proximity to Naerose regardless.
SO CUTE! Naerose finally notices the dog, who at first was masked by the noise of her scooter and then was masked by the noise of the gears in her head turning as she attempts to get her interview lines together. . That and her bunny rabbit captive in her hat thumping on her head in an attempt to free himself. Sylvester was really hoping that fall would of killed the witch. At which point a chorus of ding dong the witch is dead would of been sung by all rabbits around the world, or at least this one.
"Oh my, are you a prince in a dog's body?" She asks cheerfully and starts to muss with the canine's fur. How adorable. Then Noriko comes and bows. Well Naerose is you know, American and stuff so she doesn't get respect very well and therefore makes an attempt at the motions of a respectful bow and then the may I help you.
"Help me? No no no, it's me who is here to help you, have you considered your future and who will take care of your dog while you're gone? Are your affairs in order? Do you feel you have enough life in-" She glances at an index card, "No.. no not that one, " she begins to mumble to herself while flipping through cards,
"Ah.. just a moment," she blushes and reaches into her hat, digging around, getting bit by Sylvester whom she drags out of her hat and shakes a few times,
"Hey, leggo, I'm working here." she whines, then looks at Noriko and asks, "I ah, don't suppose your little mutt here likes rabbit?"
Leo is certainly adorable! Even if effeminate due to his still-worn red bow ribbon about his neck, which might bring Mimiru's ire at some future date. He is no longer a puppy, after all. Licks are thrown towards the witch dutifully, at one point leaping back and crouching down as if to pounce with entire rear wiggling. When a rabbit is pulled out, he stiffens and lifts a paw, ear raised and head inclining to the side. Curious, if nothing else...
As for Noriko, she takes a moment to set the bucket upon a stone bench beside the square of sand, then carefully taking up a long rake and beginning to sweep spirals within. It's calming, and it just won't do to have all those paw prints. Leo keeps marching through her attempted zen. Although the beginning question, joking though it might be, brings pause and a distantly sad expression. Naerose might of touched something unaware, even though it immediately fades into an unconvincing smile.
"...Leo might chase it, but he's yet to even hurt a mouse. Scare it to death, maybe..." Returning to the sand raking, her attention is not yet focused on Naerose. Eccentric, but... well, what's she to do? "If you are here to see the dojo, I'm afraid to say it is closed... My," A pause. "My father passed away a few months ago. For the foreseeable future, there will be no new students."
"...I do hope you know that the dogs have -never- appreciated being called 'mutts'." There's a snarl in that voice. A huge snarl.
Slowly emerging through the steps and the hill way of the dojo. It was quite a way to walk about. Why? Jiro needed a walk and to get out of Southtown for a while, plus, the animals are worth seeing and Jiro needed to think.
..And seeing Naerose as she drove-by rose an eyebrow before arriving. Following her? Not quite, just grew interested in the building that occupied the travel spot.
"Huh, nice place." The Stray Dog tucks his hands into his pocket, looking relatively peaceful. He goes as far a drawing his hand out for both the dog and for the rabbit to come his way.
Blink.
"Huh, Hey Noriko."
"Ah huh?" Naerose asks, her expression dropping and for a moment she forgets that Sylvester is getting his revenge on her hand in a most unpleasant of ways. This being because she just spend hours coming here on her slower than walking scooter only to learn that there was no dojo or interview to conduct? The witch stares for a moment, trying to decide what to do when she notices Jiro finally
"Hey! Jiro Kasagi! Top tier fighter in the new competitions, you've seen a lot of battle in your time and with your family seem to be working on a real reputation for serious martial arts! Can you tell me your feelings about your sister's choice to become a top manufacturer in used ladies underpants for the vending machine market all across Japan?" Of course it is all Naerose' doing that this has happened but never mind that. Oh and there is Noriko. Naerose never was good at being comforting.
There's a thoroughly surprised blink given towards Jiro, the hapless Noriko merely standing there dumbfounded. Apparently she didn't expect the Kasagi to meander this far... "J... Jiro?" is finally offered, in supreme enunciation. Eyes flit to the gate for a long few seconds, but it would seem he's come alone. Of course, Leo immediately abandons Naerose for the Stray Dog, panting with a sloppy grin. Even if the Asakaze heir is somewhat suspicious that Jiro walked that far through sheer random chance. She might not be sure what her plans are, but her inner search is far from concluded. Closing her eyes a moment, the rake continues to move through the sand, although no longer perfectly straight. "...What brings you to the Asakaze dojo? Are you passing through?" She at least doesn't call it 'former' just yet. The comment about Mimiru's present career is glazed over, primarily given that, well, Noriko can see that far too easily.
"Flattery gets you nowhere with me." Jiro's tone is flat towards Naerose. And once she mention about Mimiru's underwear business, one can see the Stray Dog twitching several times. However, he holds his composure as the dog catches his attention. Instead, Jiro offers, "No comment." Then he works on petting the dog with a grin on his face. "So, what's your name?" He muses at the dog, then he lifts an eyebrow towards Noriko.
"Passing through, yeah. That, and I wondered what the Flying Wonder..." He jabs a thumb towards Naerose's direction, "Was doing around while I was on a walk." He shrugs, "I got curious when I saw a big building on my walk."
Jiro calls Sylveter over to join him with a few noises, looking at the Asakaze heiress, "Hrm... somber today, I see."
"No Comment." Naerose jots down, Sylvester meanwhile would likely of loved to join Jiro if not for getting sapped on the head by Naerose's small note pad and then falling into her hat with a few stars over his head. Three to be exact. Naerose quickly produces a few cards from the hat before the bunny can wake up and continue it's assault, then replaces the hat on her head.
"Well mister Kasagi.. if you ever need a manager or a publicist, I think your career could really flourish with the proper representation."
However the witch is here for Noriko. She approaches the other girl with a broad grin, the sort of thing which suggests she is either up to no good or trying to get something,
"Asakaze Dojo? Why would it stop accepting students, I think you should start up again, start with a tournament, I'll even be your publicist for free, just so long as I can attatch my name to it. Umm this was a legendary style.. I mean, is right?" Clearly Naerose isn't exactly up to date on her research.
The sand does work at soothing Noriko anew, sweeping over the spot she already attempted in order to make it level. But it's too late
Everything is now slightly off, and the entire venture was ruined due to a moment's hesitation. Such important life lessons from a geometric plot of sand. Returning to the edge, the swordswoman begins anew. Much more attentively. Leo enjoys being pet, romping around Jiro and raising up on his hind legs. Now and then a single bark. As for the comment about being somber? "I am still in mourning." Mourning for what might be a question, given the newspapers certainly said nothing. Only a tiny blurb in the Southtown obituary a week or so earlier.
Naerose's questions don't seem to bother the raking this time around, Noriko even managing to answer smoothly. "I am not ready to open it yet, as I am the only living practitioner and the classes would be too small to support costs. It must be renovated and repaired, which is outside my budget." Also, her father left a rather sizeable debt. Quite the going away surprise... "And it is not legendary, so to speak. It is based on a single samurai technique, and teaches a mindset to approach life. Through subtle care and patience, towards a single deciding moment that might never come."
"Mourning. I see." Jiro considers over what else to say. Instead, he merely shrugs and continues to pet Leo. A laugh is given for a moment, "Leo, huh? That's a nice name," Well, there -are- reasons why Jiro has a strong affinity with the animals. The Stray Dog, however, glances over towards Naerose and Noriko. His eyes narrow sharply at Naerose.
If it wasn't for the fact that he has an adorable dog nearby, he'd personally see her out of the dojo. God damn reporters. He blinks at Noriko, "Huh, budget... entered any of the Saturday Night Fight events? Could help boost your budget towards repairs." He shrugs.
"Even a small fundraiser, if you wish." Mind, Jiro doesn't really care.. just offering the thought. And it is the thought that counts, right?
"Yes yes, Listen to Mister Kasagi over there miss.. " It is at this time that Naerose seriously realizes she hasn't done her research at all. She doesn't know the name of the person she's interviewing.
"Umm so hey, I'll be your manager your publicist, you just say the word miss and I'll do all of the work for you, just need to take a small commission of the top." You can see dollar signs reflecting in Naerose' eyes. Yet another crack pot money making idea. This adding to the list of shoe thief, Mimiru panty thief, thief thief, and countless cons against Nassir.
"We could get a feature fighter like.." her eyes drift back toward Jiro, "Like Alma Towazu!"
A hearty bark is given as his name is said, but given he has a collar with such emblazoned it's probably not a difficult riddle for a normal person. Although Noriko doesn't seem much bothored, she has a heavy sadness that lingers to her core. The weight seems heavy, although she moves with it easily enough. The last of her square is finished, setting the rake aside near the stone bench. "...I plan to at least repair the place, yes..." is mused thoughtfully at the idea of Saturday Night Fights. Although Naerose finally causes a faint twinge of exasperation. "...But it is not a fundraiser I am after. The purpose of this dojo is not to train fighters, or to showcase the talents. It is about tradition and honor. I do not plan to have the legacy of many generations die with me." Alma's name causes no noticeable reaction. "...Yet I do wish to not yet fade into obscurity. ...If you'd like to see the style to better understand the fundamentals, I suppose you could arrange a friendly spar and watch." It would seem that Noriko does not think Naerose herself is a fighter.
"...." At the thought of Naerose -agreeing- with him, Jiro says, "...I apologize for suggesting anything." He facepalms to himself, shaking his head for a few moments. He snorts once more, then he replies to Naerose's idea. "...Say no while you still have sanity left."
At the mention of the whole tradition, Jiro shrugs, "Well then, Saturday Night Fight's your best bet." The Stray Dog stands up and pats Leo on the head. "Anyway, I think I made my wander here." He stares at Naerose once more.
Although, when Alma is mentioned, the Stray Dog glares once, then he snorts at Naerose, "...Right." %
Naerose meanwhile lights up. She reaches into her hat again, of course a fight ensues between Naerose's hand and her bunny, who is luckily not as strong as she is. She knocks it out again without even producing a white rabbit from her hat. Instead she pulls out a small box of cereal. Only it's closed and has a suspicious hole in the side with a funny looking piece of glass which if you looked closely would probably see this is a poor attempt at hiding a small camera. She points the box at Noriko,
"Could you please repeat the part about challenging Jiro Kasagi to a exhibition duel to showcase the talents and traditions of your family dojo for the cereal box?" She smiles her sweetest smile and fixes her shades on her nose.
It would seem that Jiro has some experience with Naerose, and for someone as 'unique' as the Stray Dog to comment thusly on another... Well, if there's any proverbial warning signals to pop into mind, they are going off rather insistently for the moment. The cereal box just receives a very flat and disbelieving expression, eyes closing and head lightly shaking thereafter. "...I did not say I wished to challenge Jiro Kasagi. ...Give me some time to digest your offer. I do not plan to do anything until I have all my affairs in order..." The reed bucket is taken up again, Noriko holding herself in a way that hints she's ready to return to the work being done prior.
The Stray Dog is having one of those moments where leaving is the best option. And this time? Jiro is going for that option. The moment he stands up after petting Leo, the Stray Dog tucks his hands into his pocket and begins to walk off.
He doesn't say anything, other than a small wave. He's still trying to reserve his own sanity, he realizes, afer Naerose's comment. Must.. not... burn her.
t So instead, Jiro walks off from the sights of the dojo to continue his journey.
Meanwhile Naerose is thrilled, she just totally got the story of the hour! She turns the cereal box on herself and starts speaking to it, %"There you have it, the matron of this dojo *long pause* has issued a challenge to Jiro Kasagi, saying she will do anything! There we have Jiro Kasagi with his back turned, walking out on this challenge! Is he a coward? Is she a coward ? When will these burning questions be answered?! Well the only time and place they can be answered, Saturday Night Fight! This is Naerose Delphine, your official Saturday Night Fight correspondent reporting, directly from the scene."
She turns the box to get a shot of Jiro walking off, looking like he wants to burn someone, of course after she's done editing this film, it will look like he's wanting to burn Noriko.
"Great stuff, " she says, putting the box back in her hat and moving to pick up her scooter. " After I get this to the boys in the editing department we'll see some great pay off, Hear that Sylvester? I may be able to afford to feed you this month."
She gets on her scooter and starts it up.
Log created on 13:44:33 10/29/2006 by Naerose, and last modified on 08:59:25 08/19/2007.