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[ginsu_master]

The front door opens and a stick is brandished out the door. There is mad stick flailing. Leo pokes his head in the bar, one hand on his sheathed sword.

"...not home. No killer mutated furniture. ...yet."

Leo makes his way over to the bar for a stiff drink but taking the time out to carefully lean Splinter's walking stick against the bar.

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[ginsu_master]

"Funny, I was about to ask you that question." He laughs nervously and rubs the back of his head.

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats looks up at him slowly, then quickly glances to one side.

"I ... I only ... was expressing my, ah, amazement and joy at finally seeing you, o Lord."

[ginsu_master]

".................................."








"I'm a what now?"

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Back to looking at the floor now.

"I-I'm sorry! How silly ... if you've assumed your, um, earthly form, it's because you want to keep your divinity a secret, isn't it? After all, you, um, stayed with the Prophet Brutha for many days before you appeared to the people!"

[ginsu_master]

He stares at the funny little guy. "I'm not drunk enough for this." He refills his cup and drinks. Twice.

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Is Om ... drinking alcohol?

Something is wrong with this picture.

"Er ..."

[ginsu_master]

"I'm not a god. I'm a ninja."

He politely offers a cup of sake at having may be destroyed someone's belief system.

"Sorry?"

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats slumps.

"...

[ginsu_master]

Leo pats him on the head. Carefully.

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

"This must, um, be a ... terrible inconvenience. Um. Yes."