*A saffron cloaked figure stands before Shinobi Commons, holding an intimidating looking cannon type weapon. BioKraze -- for it must certainly be Bio, who else would wear a saffron cloak on a nice day? -- shifts every so often, as if to relieve tension. When a noise is heard, the weapon's muzzle comes to bear in its direction. But no shot is ever fired. Bio seems to be waiting for something -- or somebody -- to make their presence known...*

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*Bio leans on his Heavy Plasma and sighs.*

Taking watch. Nothing exciting ever happens around here...

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*Bio tucks his Heavy Plasma in the folds of his cloak. He shrugs*

You know, I'm not really sure. I'm going to go inside and grab something to eat.

*He heads for the interior of the Commons.*

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*Bio makes a beeline for the kitchen, where he snoops around in the freezer for some flounder. Finding none, he grabs a Hot Pocket and, checking to make sure it's pepperoni pizza, throws it in the microwave. About a minute later, he takes the cooked food and munches on it while leaning over the sink.*

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*Bio gets to about three bites away from finishing the Hot Pocket when he realises something.

This was Triffy's Hot Pocket.

Oops.*

Aw, crap in a hat...what do I do now...?

(Yes, Triffy, that's a good first post. Include some dialogue too, if you need to.)

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*Unable to understand Triffy's thoughts, as he wasn't tuning in to Triffy's mind at the moment, and completely unaware of Triffy's presence, Bio finishes the Hot Pocket and heads for the Debonair. He figured that Triffy would want more Hot Pockets, and he still had some Earth cash to burn.

Making it outside in the backyard, Bio enters a clearing where the Debonair sits proudly. He enters the ship and activates it. It smoothly glides up and over the trees and the Commons, heading for the nearby town at the base of the mountain...*

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(I already told him that, Chani. Be easy on him, this is his first RP. )

* Staring at his once glorious hot pocket. Its wrapping carelessly disposed of in the garbage. The pain he feels can not be measured in words. Finally, after minutes staring into space, he notices movement to his left, and quickly spins around shurikens at the ready.*

"Who are you? Oh, wait it's just you Chani. Bio stole my hot pocket . That's what is up.

*Lowers shurikens*

[Yeah, expect a few more mistakes and there just keep updating me with the stuff I do wrong. Consoles Chani]

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*Chani shrugged a little and started ruffling the towel in her hair, not even reacting to her apprentice's threatening movements.* See, nothing to be worried over, Triffy.

*She wanders over to the fridge and starts pulling out ingredients to make a sandwich.* I'd like to do some training in the basement in about half an hour. You up for that?


((Don't worry about it. I'm still messing up here and there. Like remembering the italics.))

*After going through the groceries for several minutes, Triffy discovers his beloved pizza flavored hot pocket, and heads over to the microwave. After striking up some conversation with his sensei, Triffy returns to find his hot pocket exploded in the microwave. Disheartened and sad he makes up his mind to just get a sandwich as well, and fills his stomach with meats and bread.*

Basement sounds good. We could all use a little extra practice. Was there anything in particular you wanted to go over with me? Also, I'll meet you down there at the designated time. Got to go over my handbook.

Good luck with that, Bio. *Chani called back to him as she finished assembling her sandwich. A mostly brownish-black cat hopped onto the counter and swished her tail expectantly. Chani stroked the orange bits of the cat's ears, then gently pushed her off off the counter.* Counters aren't for kitties, Tora. Go ask Triffy for scraps.

*She looked over at Triffy with a smile, nibbling at her sandwich.* I'll meet you downstairs in a bit then. *Chani wandered off in the direction of the back courtyard, eventually tugging the towel from her hair and letting the tangled strands drape down her back.*

*She ate her sandwich, staring quietly at Bio's practice from inside the building for a while before going back up to her room to change back into her mission gear and brush out her wet hair. It was best to wear it for practices, so the apprentices would get used to how the clothes felt in action. She made her way back downstairs to the basement and sat in a chair, pulling the newest volume of her series from a pocket as she waited for Triffy.*


((I like the ease of seeing actions within italics. Makes it even easier to find the dialogue.

*Triffy walks up to Tora, and breaks off a piece of his sandwich for her. He  kneels there for a few minutes quietly contemplating life as he continues to stroke Tora's back. Looking at the clock he sees that it's been nearly a half hour. As he's heading towards the basement he realizes Tora needs her water, and rushes back to the fridge where he manages to find a malfunctioning sink, and drops all the milk.* "Sigh, this will have to do" * He says handling a pepsi.*

*Triffy, follows the path to the basement, and reaches the bottom after dodging all the random traps set about by his sensei. He was nervous to start training after the last time.* It had been nearly a week since he broke the stereo they listen to, and the silence was quite unsettling. He took his final steps to the training room*

Hey, Chani I'm here.