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Courtney smiles and waves. "Yeah, no one comes here so we figured we would get some training in." She says cheerfully as she swings the katana in her hands. "You a meister or a weapon?"

Rook was now standing next to the two with his arms crossed behind his head smiling as he spoke, "Weapon, just got here."Rook was caught off guard by the man with the machetes but didn't move as he pointed the blade towards his face and listened to his statement and came up with a smart allic answer,"What are you two married or something?" he chuckled a little then shook his head, "No I just wear this to get rid of the heat, also its my workout getup so yeah, you two wanna train?" He smiled again and chuckled as he spoke, "Names Rook by the way and you two are?" Rook didn't seem to care about the machete, his life had been threatened before so if further action was needed he was prepared.

"Don't worry... i'm calm, i just really dislike smart alaches, though i must admit, his reponce, did expose alot about how he is, i have read him through his body language, the way he talks and dresses, through and through he is no threat to us, that is unless we were to challenge him in a rapping contest."

"Maybe we should go to a mission Courtney, that should increase our reputation." Paid stateted both with a "i really don't care" attitude.

"Well I guese you sure have a way with words Mr. perfect," he said in a slightly angry tone. "By the way if your going to make friends in this world you shouldn't be so stuck up, by the way buddy you dont pose much a threat to me either Im not frightened by people who act like a french polinesian scrooge," he smiled in disgust at the man then looked over to his mister and smiled. "At least your meisters nice," Rook turned as he ended his statement and began walking towards the bench press cracking his knuckles with anticipation of a fight.

A vein on Pain's forehead throbbed from Rooks responce, but he kept his cool, he patted Courtney's hand and spoke softly "I will return shortly..."

Pain walked over to Rook, stood behind the bench press and placed his hands on the bar, preventing him from lifting it, before he sat down, "Rook is it... Now listen up... You can say s**t about me all day long, I don't care. You just stay the hell away from my meister if your going to act like a little p***k. Now, as for me, I could have killed you the moment you walked up to us, but I chose not to out of MY will. When I looked at you from the way you dressed I veiwed you as a little deuchebag who hits the gym every chance you get, hitting on every girl you see, beliveing your better than everyone else. But I decided to dismiss that thought and place hope in you, Now your pushing me to belive that my first thought was indeed correct. Now I issue a challenge to you" With the next three words Pain jabbed Rooks chest lightly with his finger "PROVE... ME... WRONG, Show me that you are not a waste of space, show me that your worth be-friending, prove me that your worth tolerance, you choose your method, you choose your style, but always remeber, every move you make from here on proves me right or wrong. I need not be led to violence, I have seen more than my share in my time here in this pathetic life of mine, so i choose to improve the lives of those who DESREVE it. But you, I don't trust you, to me, you look like street trash, but hey, I might be wrong, I might be dead wrong, and so I say again, prove me wrong." With that Pain releases the bar and lets Rook do as he pleases, he walks back to Courtney looking down at his right palm, looking over the scars inside of it, he shakes his head slowly remebering the acursed day of his life.

"Bravo bravo bravisimo magnifico mwah!" He put his hand on his face as he sat up from the bench and slowly wiped it across his left side of his face and smiled. "You are a character my friend you are and I applaud it!" he clapped 3 times then sat up quickly as his right arm quickly changed into a single barrel shotgun. "But in you long overbearing speech of your unorthodox methods of reading a book by its cover you seemed to have piss me off in the worst of ways. Now Im a nice guy and I presented myself as I would normally to the both of you and to be honest you seemed to me to be an upright hardass to begin with not to mention the fact you put a blade to my face without me even getting your name, I think the tables are turned and you should prove me wrong that what I see know isn't actually who you are and by what I mean is a hipocrit with no remorse for actions, a man who believes being a strong talker makes them better than others, and not to mention the fact that your attempts of trying to be a hardass" He began to scratch his head with the barrel of the gun as a twitch in his left eye became present. "Dare I go on to say I am not anything you have previously lent me on to be, im not street trash or a douchbag noir a p***k i am a humane individual with high hopes of becoming a well known weapon of the DWMA and i plan to succeed in that as well. Sir your life may not be apart of my business and I dont have a problem with that but im willing to make an offer with you. We will stop our bickering and start off anew me being me you being you and set our differences aside and maybe even become friends." he began walking up to them and stretched his arm out for a shake. "Now you need to show me that you can be MY friend or this might not be a good day for either of us, Im only going to present this offer once take it or leave it. Show me we can be friends Prove Me Wrong." his eyes showed respect and anger for the gentleman and his meister though his other arm was still a gun ready for any unsuspected turn of events.

Pain looked at Rook in the eyes emotionlessly, then at Rook's hand, then at the arm in the form of a shotgun, then back to his eyes.

There was a pause

Pain clasped Rooks right hand in his left, and shook it firmly, unable to hold back a bit of a smile, ignoreing all the insults that Rook had slung at Pain, "Ah, so you can show some respect huh, that's good" Pain shook Rooks hand a bit more then lightly tapped his hand with his right hand, showing respect, "Real good, and no, your weapon dose not scare me, as you can see i prefer actual connections rather than violence, violence leads to blood, blood leads to gore, gore leads to death, death leads to sadness, sadness to anger, anger to violence, and repeat. In other words, violence is not the answer. You half way proved me wrong, HALF, if you were nicer about what you had said, yes you would have fully, proved, but you were a bit insulting, the point of what i was saying, was i wanted you to show respect and not be so... how do i put it... 'own the place' hmph... i wish i could put it better. And i feel I should state this, I am not one to trust others... not after all that has happened. (read background to learn)"