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004 [voice/video/action]

[Voice]

...Vacations are funny, aren't they? If they last long enough, they can start to get kinda boring.

[The commentary filtered through the pages of the journal system around midday, as if it was just a part of a conversation between two individuals instead of a public address. Cliff's tone was as relaxed and casual as always, for those who knew him. There was a faint hum in the otherwise quiet background.]

I mean, the downtime is nice, but I'm kinda tired of it-- which should answer any questions about 'why' and what not, so don't bother askin'.

The name's Cliff Fittir, if any of you here don't know, and I figured I'd offer my services. If any of you want a sparring partner, trainer, teacher or whatever, I'm available. Just say something if you're interested.

And if you're not...then could ya tell me what this cool thing is?

[He flipped the video on at this point, revealing a small circular device methodically rolling across the carpet.]

I've got an idea already, which brings me to Question Two: Is there a way to get good tech supplies without needing to go outside?

[He ends the feed at that, but will be prompt with replies.]

[Action]

[Cliff set off about town, looking for the aforementioned tech supplies so he could properly play with his new toy, though he would be keeping his eyes and ears alert for any of his friends and students to check up on. After a several week absence followed by a Shift that had made him appear as a young woman, there hadn't been much chance to see his people without having to answer more questions than he wanted. Furthermore, there were people that he met during that Shift that he wanted to clear things up with, one way or another.

However, he had plans for that evening...]

[Action: Private for Fayt Leingod]

Yo. You better have some free time tonight.

[He had questions...but, more importantly, he had plans for both of them.]

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[Fayt glances up from scribbling in a small notebook he'd taken to keeping, tucking his pencil behind an ear.]

Huh? Yeah, I've got time.

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It looks like you have a little round pet now. What are you going to name it? Or her? ....him?

... Oh my god, you got one of those things.

[If Cliff is on the look-out for his students, at least one of them won't be too hard to find. The weather has calmed down a bit, temperature aside, which means Ion will be walking around with a certain someone who is very excited to be taking a walk right now. So excited, in fact, that Ion is getting half-dragged all over the place. Thankfully Colonel is a (mostly) attentive pup, and slows to a stop whenever Ion starts looking too tired. Like right now.]

[That is, until the pup notices Cliff, and immediately starts running over to sniff around his shoes, practically dragging poor Ion behind him.]

C-Colonel, hold on, you're-- oh! Hello, Cliff. It's been awhile, hasn't it?

That's like a vacuum cleaner, I think.

[Getting the first question out of the way.]

And, out of curiosity, what sort of training are you offering, Cliff-san?

Maybe it's some kind o' Pokemon.

[ First thing that comes to Ash's mind always. Ash you're not even in a Pokemon world stop ]

[Cute vacuum contraption aside—]

That's an awfully wide range of services you're offering.

You said that you are... a teacher.

Of... ballet?

[He ponders. It's been unusual enough that the nearby school hasn't had any teachers affiliated wit ballet.]

[It's your favorite hero with an inferiority complex, Cliff!]

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-iiight here. I think I need like, all the learning of other martial arts. To you know. Punch people in the face that are bad.

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