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[A broad smile is on Korra’s face when she turns on the video feed. She’s leaning to one side of the chair and looking pleased as punch.]

I’ll be reopening the dojo in the Wood Sector and I need some teachers, mentors, instructors- whatever you want to call yourselves, to teach people that want to learn. Any fighting style will do, but if it’s martial arts; then all the better.

If you’re interested in lessons, get in touch with me here or privately. I don't know how much lessons are going to be yet, but I'll try to keep it low.

[There's a pause where Korra considers her next words and her smile fades a little.]

If you're half as good as Dinah Lance is [Not was.] then I need to talk you.

[Four months of training with Dinah isn't enough for Korra. She wants to dig in further into the various styles she was mastering, and this is the only way she knows of to find someone that can help her do just that.]

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...woah. Seriously?

[Facepalm.]

Yeah, seriously. [She doing her best not to give a little laugh. It’s not working out too well.]

I’m thinking of going paid per lesson instead of hour.

I thought this was going to be more like...

[The sentence drifts to a stop. Almost as if someone has put a penny on the rail of that train of thought.]

Sure! I mean, okay! You know, provided people aren't like, wigged out or anything.

[Knowing that Mike would have done it for free does get a warm smile out of her.]

They’ll be fine. Have you seen what the kedan turn into on a daily basis? Speaking of which, there’s been some interest from them too.

You wouldn’t mind teaching non-foreigners, right?

[There's a long pause as Mike considers this.
This isn't the same thing as Chi Blocking, a style that didn't have the same history to him as his ninjitsu.

That style, the one of the Hamato Clan, was special. It was family. It...wouldn't be taught to just anyone.]

No, but...I'd get a say in who I'd teach, right? And what?

Yeah, I’m not going to force you to train anyone in particular. I was just curious.

But if you really want to know, I’ve seen one of them turn into this big boar rhino thing. Up close. [Full on gang war in the Fire Sector. Long story.]

I know I don’t need one, but I’m making everyone else do it: When can you give me a demonstration?

Ugh...and I just went and put away my social calendar too! Seriously, Lady. The imposition just don't stop with you, do they?

[Mike makes an audio show of pretending to lift a heavy tome, flip through several imaginary pages, and then close said tome.]

Whenever.

[~~WHERE DID YOU EVEN FIND A BOOK THAT BIG?~~

Korra can’t help but look down to hide her smile and laugh at the sound coming from her speakers.

He reminds her of Bolin, and it almost hurts.]

Alright, whenever is when I’ve got time.

ME-2B. We can eat afterwards.

Now you're not speaking crazy talk!

That works for me!

Good. I’ll see you in a bit. [Smirking, Korra turns off her console.

Does she go to unlock the door? No.

Unlock the window over her bed is what she does. Both them and her use each others windows. She’ll be waiting for the familiar rap on the glass.]

[If the rap she's waiting for is the classic Shave and a haircut, then she doesn't have to wait long.

One might almost think he was quick on his feet or something.

One might also think, based on his humming, that he has "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" stuck in his head.]

[Actually, she’s arranging some things on her dresser when she hears the knock. And the humming. One day she’ll sit Mike down and have him sing them all aloud so she’s not left wondering.

Stepping onto the bed, she opens the window.]

Come on. I moved all the stuff aside for demonstrations, so you’ll have plenty of room to work with.

[That will be a dark day.
A dark day, indeed.]

Seriously?

[He swings in the window, a touch less gracefully than usual, but that's mostly due to the sheer number of layers he has to wear to stay warm.]

I thought that was like...you know? Formality.

It's been a while since I got to see some ninjutsu. [Humor me.] Besides, meat's still cooking.

[Her suite’s so much warmer than outside.] Hope you don’t plan on wearing that. Don’t need you falling on your shell.

[~~Insert upside down turtle joke here.~~]

Oh ha ha ha, how it is to laugh at the REPTILE in the winter time.

[His voice is comically muffled by his scarf. Or, at least it is until he unwinds it from around his head and neck. The jacket comes off next. Then the sweater after that, revealing the warming stone attached to the t-shirt he's wearing as a base layer.]

[Folding her arms with a wry smirk.] Asti seems to be doing just fine.

[Leaving the clothes on the bed, Korra motions her head for Mike to follow her out the room and up the stairs.]

So what’s with the rock? [Since she rarely uses the network, Korra hasn’t heard about those yet.]

I'm sure if I had a couple thousand freeloading warmbodies riding on my back I'd be a heck of a lot warmer too.

[Mike's now balanced on one foot, removing his boots.]

It's a magic rock Leo found. Holds heat. Or generates it. I don't really remember which.

[But apparently that doesn't stop Mike from attaching it to his body.]

[Magic. All Korra can think of is it being something from the shop that Zatanna works at.]

It won't set you on fire or anything, will it? [She's betting he didn't even think of that.]

It hasn't yet.

[See Korra? Nothing to worry about!]

[Facepalm.]

Mike. [If he shows up at that the clinic with burns, she’ll let him have his comeuppance then. Slightly exasperated, Korra just gives up on anything beyond that and beckons for him to follow her to the second floor where the wooden dummy and heavy punching bag are set up.]

Why don’t you work up a sweat? [And appetite. The smell of the meat cooking is starting to make its way around the suite.]

[WhaaaAAAAaaaat! Both Leo and Leonardo say they're safe, so they're safe! What's to know?!]

I can do that.

[Mike waits until he's up on the second floor before removing his pants and stone-laden shirt. You can tell he's been living with the Bookends for as long as he has, because instead of just tossing the garments into the corner, he takes the second or two to fold them nicely.]

Okay, so what's the deal? This joker here owe you money? Dishonor your clan? Kick a puppy?

Yeah...Yeah I'm looking at you, mister!

[That last bit is to the Dummy, who is now on the receiving end of more than a couple of Three Stooges-level attacks.
Now with more sound-effects.]

OH A WISEGUY! NYUK Nyuk nyuk.

[Korra’s never been in a classroom before, but for the first time she’s experiencing the need to not laugh at the class clown. Which doesn’t last long since there’s no teacher that would give her the evil eye, so she just cracks up because what even Mike.

~~A girl laughing at Three Stooges material, take a picture.~~]

If you can get anyone that wants to learn that, you need to let me know so I can watch! [After she gets it die down, Korra simply falls into sitting on the mats.]

Just try not to break it, the good ones like it cost a lot in the Wood Sector.

[Hey now! Mike can even get April to laugh at the Three Stooges, thankyouverymuch!]

Sure thing.

[Mike turns to the Dummy again.]

You hear that? She says I have to go easy on you.

[It's the last joke he makes before bowing properly to the Dummy, and settling into to do some speed work. Speed work that only gets faster the longer he does it, due to the motion literally warming him up as he progresses.]

[It’s not too often that Korra gets to see some ninja action from the turtles, and less so from Mike, so her eyes are glued to him. Putting both her hands on he knees, Korra leans forward without even knowing it and she becomes engrossed in watching the style.

This is just the warm up, the basics, she knows that and she's ready to see how that flows into the more complex forms.]

[Training is usually so boooooring. Running drill after drill is not Mike's idea of a good time. Which is a shame, because physically he's quite gifted.

This right here though? This counts as showing off, which for Mike is more of a game than actual training. How fast can he go? And for how long?
that's what he's trying to push to right in the here and now.
How far can he push this particular envelope before it bends?

His hands appear to blur...until he stops. The pattern broken, one misplaced jab in the wrong spot and Mike is forced to take a step back. He rubs his elbow.]

Argh, cripes! And right in the funnybone too. You sir, are a force to be reckoned with.

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