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Who: Bro Strider and AAANYONE | later Bro and Ron DeLite.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Where: The general shopping area in the plaza.
Style: Action
Status: First half is open | second half is closed!

[It's been about two weeks since Bro arrived in Vatheon and he's settling in quite nicely. However, he found there's one thing his apartment is lacking severely. Surely Davesprite won't mind a few Smuppets lying around. And maybe one or two normal puppets, if Bro can find the time, energy and resources to provide them, but Smuppets are so much easier to make and so much more hilarious.

Of course, he still tends to get distracted by all the free shit in the stores and what started out as a quick run for some sewing supplies ended up as a small shopping spree. He's browsing every single store that doesn't require tokens to score things he deems 'useful'. Baseball caps, junkfood, small electrical appliances that can be recycled... A cookbook to leave around the kitchen ironically, because he and Davesprite both know he'll never ever use the kitchen for cooking... And of course, boatloads of fabric, felt and plush stuffing. It's all going straight into the huge pink backpack he's holding. Yes, it's pink. He's waiting to see if anyone will comment on it.

Lil Cal is hanging from his shoulders again because, let's face it. If you're going to do ironic shopping for puppet supplies, you need to bring your prized puppet. That's just common sense. For the final touch, he's whistling the Mahna Mahna as he goes.]

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[Once he's dumped all his new stuff and Lil Cal in a corner of the apartment, he sets out to corner Ron DeLite. He figured today's as good a day as any to scare the everliving shit out of this guy and begin the epic vigilante training. As much as he trolled Ron about this hero facade, he's dead serious about toughening him up.

Finding out where Ron lives was so easy it's almost depressing. Of course, being depressed about that sort of thing is what makes it ironic and that, in turn, makes it okay again. The philosophy behind living an ironic lifestyle is nothing to scoff at. Double the ironic depression for the fact that Ron left his window open. If you're going to be a vigilante with a secret identity, you do not leave your window open ever.

So he peers inside from a stategic location atop another building across the street, to make sure he barges in at just the right time. Ron doesn't seem to be doing anything of interest, so the coast is clear. Set phasers to troll! It's only the third floor, he can make it in there with ease. Flashstep, lunge, through the window and touchdown! He's so smooth, he doesn't even make a sound when his feet touch the ground. Of course, he'll make his presence know immediately by knocking on the windowsill behind him.

Sup Ron, Shades¤DeShade is in your home.]

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I thought teaching the secrets of the trade was the point of taking a protégé. [But Ron isn't too bothered; he's pretty sure he wouldn't be able to do that, too.] And I don't have any weapons, but I know how to use guns and nightsticks and heavy flashlights. I'm not a very good shot, though... and when I was a Phantom Thief, the point was to not get caught, so I never even carried a weapon with me.

[Nightsticks and heavy flashlights are useless. The gun is also pointless if Ron's not a good shot, but Bro's not a fan of firearms anyway, so it's no big loss. It's a good thing he came prepared. He stopped by the weapon store this afternoon because he suspected Ron would be in need of something worth wielding.]

Then we're gonna have to change that. [One second there's nothing, the next second Bro's holding a sword. Don't worry, he didn't run off to get it from somewhere, it was just in his sylladex. Sylladexing is another one of those things Ron will probably never be able to do.

Either way, it's a katana. Not a huge one like Bro's- this one's medium sized, the handle a dark green with blue. Aaand he's not handing it over just yet.]

But I'm just gonna give you one last warning. You take this sword and there's no going back. The milk thing was me going easy on you. We start training for real, I ain't gonna show any more mercy.

[Wow, they are not useless! They are perfectly good if one is a security guard and stuff. Rude, Bro.]

[Ron's eyes widen at the sight of the sword, and he looks from it to Bro's face, uncertain. But... the milk thing was mean, but hardly unbearable, was it? And it was a good lesson. Ron... Ron feels like it was a good thing to learn, even if he suspects that he might need to relearn it a couple times before it really sticks.

He... wants to learn more from Mr. DeShade.

With a bracing breath, he holds out his hand for the sword.] I'm... ready to do my best, Mr. DeShade.

[He can already tell this won't be anything like training Dave. The kid was a natural, but more importantly, the kid was his little bro. Ectoshit aside, anyway. Toughening Dave up was bonding with him, in his own ridiculous ways. Sharing a mutual passion for strifing and trying to find new ways to one-up each other at every turn.

But Ron... Well, Ron is a challenge and a good guy. That's really the best he can ask for.

He smiles and shakes his head as he places the katana in Ron's hand. It's a little inevitable that his fingers brush past the guy's wrist as he does so, but it's just for a quick second.]

Bro. My name is Bro.

[The sword is lighter than Ron expected, no heavier than one of the heavy flashlights he'd carried as a security guard, and it sits... well, not comfortably in his hand, Ron's never held a sword before, but it's not strangely heavy with the weight of its sharpness or anything like that.

On the other hand, it's a sword that Mr. DeShade gave him, and that definitely makes it special, and he holds it carefully, glancing up as-- as Mr. DeShade gives him a name--]

... Bro, then. [Ron smiles shyly at him.] Thank you for the sword, Bro.

[He tips a finger against the side of his baseball cap, still grinning.]

Naw, no need to thank me for that. I didn't have to pay for it and if you're gonna learn how to wield a sword, you'd better let a professional pick the right one. I don't want you training with a cheap piece of shit.

[Swooooon.]

Still, it was really thoughtful of you. I-- I promise to try and take care of it.

[... Ron has no idea how to take care of a sword, whoops.]

[Don't worry, Ron, learning how to take care of it is right up there on the list, along with learning how to cope with sneak attacks, learning how to wield a sword and meeting Lil Cal. Because meeting Lil Cal definitely needs to be a thing.]

Not try, just do. I won't expect any less. I'll show you how one time and then you're on your own. ...We're probably gonna need more open space for actual trainin'. This building has a decent flat roof, right?

[A tiny, tiny hint of mischief appears in Ron's expression, and he salutes with his free hand, murmuring to Bro,] Yes, Master Yoda.

And yes, I believe so... [Ron considers, looking upwards.] I know there's a bit of lawn, too, if we can't get up on the roof.

[Oh you did not just compare Bro to Yoda. You did not. He shakes his head at that first remark, then a second time at the lawn bit.]

Nope, lawns are out. Not private enough. Little kids could come runnin' in and get impaled or shit like that. [He shrugs. Collateral damage might be a thing either way and he doesn't want to involve other people in that.]

And if you're gonna make the obvious master reference, I think I wanna be Mr. Miyagi. Or maybe that squirrel from Kungfu Panda.