Video;

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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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<sub>[ So, of course he arrives there in an impressive 2 minutes, maybe a few seconds less. The guy looks like he's in his twenties even if he's older than that and is an inch or two over six feet. The most characteristic part of his attire is not the fact the brown leather jacket he's wearing looks custom tailored, and not resembling anything Chinese like most of the clothing here, nor is it the black baseball cap with pale blonde hair spiking out of the back— but rather those stupid pointy shades on his nose.

A gloved hand raps knuckles on her suite door.

If he were a pizza delivery guy, he'd get a raise in no time with how fast he can move. ]</sub>

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[And Korra thought she’s one to show off. She is, really. Being five foot six, Korra has to look up to see him, and those sunglasses. They could poke someone’s eye out.

Still, he showed up when he said he would.]

Hey, thanks for coming on short notice. This way. [Motioning her head behind her, Korra heads to the stairs. The first floor of her suite is pretty standard for Metal’s high quality living.] I’m Korra by the way.

[The top of the stairs is where that ends. A stone floor with black, burn marks everywhere but the center where the eight trigrams are makes the center room. A pile of mats are in the corner. It’s tall and wide enough to throw a person without them hitting a wall.

The second room to the right is closed by sliding doors. The third room is where she’s headed. A home gym with free weights made perfectly out of stone alongside a weight bench, a chin up bar, heavy punching bag, speed bag, to name a few things.]

[puppetfetish]

_{[ Short and sweet introduction, just how he likes it. ]}
Yeah, I'm Bro.

_{[ That's it. That's his name.
He follows briskly behind her and to her set up, though, he seems to perk up a little more once he takes a gander at her little set up. ]}

Yooo, this is fuckin' rad.
Really into this training shit, aren't you?

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Bro it is. [It's not the weirdest name she's heard, not after the Archive; but that doesn't stop her from opening her eyes a little wider and slowly nod.]

Thanks!

[Between Ellie and him, Korra might end up having a swear slip out.] It's what I've been doing since I was four. Just something that's a part of me.

[She's positively beaming though because that's the best compliment she's received about her home gym.]

You can go with the wooden dummy or the punching bag, whichever suits your style.