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Given the rather peaceful state of the Dojo lately, the mushroom had continued to grow without any issues. Of course, seeing as the mushroom had grown into the wood of the Dojo, it had become one with it, and gained the respective properties. On the outside of the Dojo, around back, one would find a mushroom that could simply be described as huge. The red-topped thing had odd spots of white, and continued to grow without any sign of stopping. By now, a small child could curl up beneath the top of it, and barely wrap their arms around the stalk.

((It's basically the mushroom from Mario. Except..huge..so...rawr.))

Seeing something in the distance, approaching from the forest, he snatches his rifle up and uses the scope to see who it is. As it comes nearer, he can see its a woman, relatively unarmed. Resuming his exercises, he notices something strange about the girl on the couch from the corner of his eye. As soon as he sees it, it's gone.
Probably just his imagination.

Still asleep the little girl failed to notice the blanket being placed over her body, nor did she notice the warm soup or hot chocolate. She was peacefully dreaming away her dreams. Nothing could really distract her at the moment, she was too much at peace with herself and her teddy.

Although when the man set the blanket down ontop of her she did shift onto her side, the fuzzy little bear clutched so closely to her chest it looked like she was trying to absorb the tattered old play toy into her flesh.

The slow, heavy steps continued. Each one pounding the earth beneath the weight of the marching armor. Rusty flakes of metal fell from it's form, along with fresh dirt and the occasional drip of green goo as the vines were at times caught between the grating plates. The empy visor stared ahead at the Dojo, the creature wordlessly moving forward. Eventually it had reached the Dojo, and the twisted right arm raised. Sickly black vines lashed out from within the metal gauntlet, writhing and groping at the door as if in search of something. Unable to find what it sought, the plant retreated back into the confines of the armor. Perhaps inside the plant would sate it's hunger. The armored creature opened the door and stepped inside, blindly looking over the room in search of some undefined thing.

*Kaiori returns to the Dojo. Relaxing in the Dojo's rafters, she seemed calm enough for now, but if one person messed up the newly cleaned place, she might just fill them with lead. Yawning softly her hair brushes her pale cheeks as her eyes flutter in false alertness. Her full body leather suit is unzipped to her hips leaving her skin exposed to cool off. Her guns are set to the side, along with their belt which is uncomfortable to wear all the time. Combing her violet hair with her slender fingers she gazes down at the rather 'calm' Dojo.* stare

Hearing the wails of the tiny girl, now obviously awake, he moves quickly away from the woman at the door and goes to try and comfort her. Poor girl, what had brought her so far? Carefully putting an arm round her, wary of the teddy bear she clings to, incase she might recoil if he touched it. "There, there, your safe now, nothing bad can happen to you here..." A loud rumble, followed by a vibration throughout the dojo. With one hand holding the girl as she cried, the other readied the rifle, in case that sound heralded danger.

Dear lord. *Kaiori softly comments to herself. A child in the Dojo again? Alone, and at that age two. Shaking her head in a disapproving manner she sits up on the rafter. Grabbing her guns she cocks them back and glances around. Holding one gun in her mouth she zips up her suit.*

The little girl slowly stopped crying, her seemingly endless stream of tears slowly drying up. She looked up at the man, sniffling back more tears, thinking to herself, <******** nut job..." Her tiny chest heaved as she panted and gasped for air, her crying had made her unable to breath properly and now her body was trying to suck in air as fast as possible...but wasn't doing a good job. Keeping the bear clutched closely she lay her head against his shoulder, sniffling back her sorrow and fear. The tears that already soaked her cheeks would soon soak their way through the man's shirt as she tried to sniffle her way back to sleep.