Gintama | RP

"sure let me walk you home" kiro grabs a black leather jacket out and put his pistol into the holster on his backside. "wheb you are feeling better I would like to ask you some qeustions is that ok" he picks up a list with names and information on it and puta its in his front pocket
 
"Questions about what?" Xena asked, now noticing her sudden donning of decent clothes. "And when did I put these on?"
 
kiro blushed "oh i had the pleasure of doing that" kiro laughing and turns around and looks at her "well i thought it might be alil more creepy if i left you drest like you where at the club and waking up to being tied up"
 
Coro stood over his handiwork, the bar covered in booze, but everyone effectively cured.


He smiled.
 
"And you dressing me isn't creepy at all." Xena went for the door. She began to lead the way out of the apartment, eager to get home and watch the news.


"Any news about what's going to happen?"
 
Cela soon found herself drenched in booze. Annoyed, she hit the drunk alien who had been trying to bit her over the head again with her fan. "What the hell was that?!"
 
Coro, his smile not wavering a bit, returned his focus to the yelling girl.


"I sprayed booze everywhere." He said redundantly. "I figured out it's like a cure. So, everyone's back to normal now."


His eyes widened, and his excitement returned.


"RIGHT! You're a samurai, aren't you?!?" He asked again, eyeing the katana she carried.
 
kiro followed xena into the hallway "look on the brightside atleast i waited instead of shooting you in the head....on news a friend on mine in germany says that the gas is popping up everywhere im thinking its a anti alien organization or old war remnants" kiro walked into the elevator pressing P holding the door for her
 
Cela blinked a few times, before sighing and shaking her head. "You are a strange little man." At his next question, she laughed a bit, "Why should it matter to you what I am, Mr. Manly."
 
Coro held his fist up in triumph!


"I've found my samurai!" He yelled, fist pumping.


Jumping over the counter, Coro took Cela's hand.


"I've been looking for a samurai to train me in their ways! I know the alien government has banished thier kind, but they're still the manliest warriors to ever live! Their life is not their own, honor and duty bound to serve and protect! They're the epitomy of all that men should be!" He explained, stars in his eyes.


"I want you to teach to be a samurai!" He asked, getting down on his knees, looking like he proposing or something.
 
As she was touched, Cela drew her hand back quicker than if it had been burned. Looking down at him, she made a face before making a move like she was putting her fan away before hitting him over the head with it, "Why should I? Your obnoxious and you lack the ability to treat a lady right, so why in the world would I take on a student so vulgar?"
 
"well so far i think the government wants to keep a lid on this if the alien governments get wind of such a weapon being used they might declare war on earth again as for the club i'll haft to call in a purification team on it you might be out of work for awhile sorry" the doors to the elevator closed then a loud ding signalled that the elevator was desending to the parking area. when the doors opened to a empty parking lot kiro exited and started to walk to the parking lot exit
 
Xena nodded, a bit disappointed. Sure, she could do without the money. But she didn't work at the club for money; she liked it. "Are you gonna drive?" She asked? "It's a long walk from here." Xena made quite a good bit of money with her 'business'. She could easily afford a nice condo on the other side of town.
 
kiro looked back at her "im a cop i park in the street to scare people" he chuckled and kept walking to the exit
 
"alright princess" kiro walked back to xena and picked her up.kiro then continued to the exit and out to the street then sat her down at a police cruiser. "happy" her opened the passanger side door for xena
 
"Very," Xena smirked. She sat down in the passenger seat and looked at the control board. She'd never been in a police car before, which she guessed was a good thing.


"I live on [enter generic street name here] street. You know where that is?"
 
Coro pursed his lips in thought.


"..... Because.... You're kind hearted and a wonderful woman?" He asked, kind of confused now.
 
"I'll tell you this now. I hate you. Get that straight, and I'll teach you." Cela said simply, stopping only to leave her name on the five dollar bill since the man had been asking, and walking out.
 
Coro shrugged, and followed her out.


"Okay sensei, what's the first training exercise? Fighting ninjas in pith darkness? A one on one duel to the death with a corrupt daimyo? Slaying some sort of Oni?" He asked, throughly excited, having found his teacher.


He would basically be attached to her from now on....
 
"First exercise? " Cela let out a small laugh, "Right...how about I teach you how to hold a sword first, genius."
 
Coro smiled wildly.


"I can do that!" He yelled, yanking Ginryu from it's sheath at his side.


It was actually bigger than it looked, owing to Coro's large stature. Compared to an average katana, Ginryu had and extra 12 inches of blade, and was still perfectly balanced in the handle to compensate.


Holding it in one hand, in front of him in the coolest way Coro thought possible, he chuckled knowingly.


"I look badass, right?" He asked, fixing his sunglasses with his free hand.
 
"Wrong." Cela said simply, moving them off to the side, away from people before marking off a little area, wider than normal. Pulling out her sword, she gripped it properly, in two hands, in the correct stance to hold it. "And no, you don't. You look like a punk kid who could easily have his ass handed to him."
 
Delilah counted the messy bills one more time before stuffing them into the bright yellow skinnies she managed to force on this morning. She was pretty sure they were her roommate’s, but she was blindly grabbing clothes to get out early. Today was a busy market day, and if she set herself up on the right street, she would pick up enough money for 3 day’s pay.


Business had started to die out around six so she started packing up, earning an apple from the booth next to her for attracting customers. Slinging her trusty guitar case over her shoulder, she adjusted her long red tee and black jacket before heading down the street. Her feet wandered aimlessly while she rubbed the apple on the front of her shirt, hoping no worm had made it home.


One club caught her attention; people were stumbling out covered in alcohol and rubbing at their necks. Although a usual scene for a club, she noticed that some of the patrons wandering about were the dancers. More scantily clad then the rest; they were of alien heritage and were examining their skin as if something would pop out.


Not bothering with questions, she entered the club herself and glanced around briefly before slowly trailing in. The place looked pretty beat up, with chairs both tipped over and broken, glass was scattered over the floor along with puddles of alcohol. Something caught her boot and she tripped, rolling over an alien who was passed out.


Scanning over his face, she reached out and checked for a pulse, glancing around to see if she missed any other bodies.
 
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