Owner	Pose
Richard Dragon	It's night time. about 9pm. Richard is walking by himself, wearing casual clothe sfor once. Black jeans, some normal boots, a light jean jacket over his shoulders, and a dark blue t-shirt. He walks in a very disciplined manner, but doesn't seem to be 'evil' per say. His eyes look ever forward, and he even whistles somewhat happily as he moves.
June	June has been in a bad mood. She made the mistake of reading the news. That, combined with the constant need to keep up on the Hand, trying to track them down, and then of course there's the attention that her boyfriend wants. Just makes her need to punch things. And she wants to eat good tonight.     And it's cold! She is not a fan. She has her coat turned up around the neck, her short brown hair tufting off the top of her head, covered in piercings in her lips and gauges in her ears. She sees Richard as he walks down the street, how dare he be happy. She returns a scowl to the happy attitude.
Richard Dragon	Richard is just walking along, and doesn't seem to notice June is tailing/watching him. He is happy. He met two of his former students in the past month or so, and is happy that both of them are doing extremely well (Daredevil and Green Arrow). He seems to be walking home to his dojo, and might be almost there if she wants to get him, it'd probably be now. He does however, pause, and seems to move through a wide alleyway. Shortcut! Or is it?
June	June passes by Richard, just as he is making his way into the alley. She slows, casting a sour glance after him. She's suspicious of people who head into alleys. Especially happy ones. She turns on her heels, changing direction with a head tilted to one side, following the man. Something is strange about this guy.
Richard Dragon	Richard eventually pauses now, turning his head to look towards June as he noticed that he was being followed. "Can I help you, young lady?" He seems to either not notice that she doesn't have the best intentions in mind, or he simply decides to be positive, or he just knows for certain that she couldn't defeat him in a fight. But, he smiles. "Enjoying the cool air?"
June	June gives an inverted nod at him. "Yeah, I mean, just wandering down alleyways, right? Nice place to be." She doesn't seem to back down. "Good kinda way to find trouble, man." She doesn't pull her hands out of her coat yet, but stands, hardly imposing despite a certain aggressive air.
Richard Dragon	Richard gives her a small smile. "Just a shortcut to my home. Just across the way." he shrugs lightly and he smiles. He seems rather nonchalant about this whole thing, but he soon turns a bit more serious. "Though...something tells me you do not wish to have a kind meeting."
June	June considers the first portion of his statement, realizing that she may have jumped to conclusions. It's rather plain on her face. But then his second statement causes her to narrow her eyes. "Oh fuck no, you did not just say that." She looks around indistinctly before coming back to let her eyes rest in judgment on him. "I see, so you catch the piercings and shit and so now I'm a sketchy fuck, right? Come on then, bitch, I'm so sketchy, right?" She takes a few steps closer, hands leaving her pockets.
Richard Dragon	Richard seems to sigh slightly. "You know as well as I do that appearances never matter. And to assume, is to make an ass of yourself." he smiles in a friendly manner towards her. A part of him wants to see how she fights. but he shakes his head. his hands still clasped behind him.
June	"Yeah? Didn't seem to stop you," June answers. "Smug asshole, grinnin' at me like it's funny. She's just a girl, not a threat, right?" It's true that she's only 5'6", and she's thin as a rail. "You might wanna arm yourself." She takes a step to one side, and a converse sneaker snaps out, catching up a bag of trash that didn't make it in the dumpster, and flings it at the stranger.
Richard Dragon	Well, at least Richard knows she can kick. As she kicks the bag of trash at him, he simply takes a single step to the left and leans a certain way, causing it to miss him entirely, all while his eyes are on her. "Do not strike with rage."
June	"Yeah? Goin' all wise sensei now, huh?" June asks. "Street doesn't care about shit like that. I'm doin' you a favor. See, I'll beat you up, but I won't kill you. You be an arrogant pissant to some guys, they'll just leave you dead." She holds her hands out as if to indicate that she is helpful in this manner, then snaps in for a quick strike, fist aiming for the nose. She is quick, and she isn't bad at choosing her maneuvers, but she has pretty sloppy form, as if she was trained too quickly, and not thoroughly enough.
Richard Dragon	Richard smiles softly to her. "Well, at least you have spirit." a punch thrown his way, which he seems to dodge again. this time, by just barely leaning his head out of the way. Then, he turns serious. "Widen your stance. It's sloppy. Whoever taught you did not do so with the intention of making you a good fighter. A shame. you have talent."
June	June knits her brow, taking a step back. He's not wrong, and she knows it. "The hell would you know about who taught me anything?" she asks. "Actin' like you're some kinda coach?" It does cause her to hesitate on her assault. "Fucker, if you knew me, you probably wouldn't blame'm."
Richard Dragon	Richard looks her in the eyes, watching as she steps back and talks to him. "Your stance reminds me of the Hand. Maybe even the League of Assassins." he sighs. "How cruel to teach you so little. Did they intend to throw you to the wolves with no training?" he mumbles to himself, but he looks her in the eyes. "does it truly matter if I know you or not?" this guy trained Shiva. June's attitudei s really nothing by comparison.
June	It's slightly unnerving, and the smug grin falls from June's face. She stands silently, her breath puffing out in the cold. "Yeah," she finally answers. "Matter's a whole hell of a lot you start talkin' like that. People don't just throw around names like that."
Richard Dragon	Richard Dragon doesn't make an expression, but he does smile. "What is your name?" he asks her curiously. "allow me to say mine. My name is Richard Dragon. Grandmaster of the Martial Arts." Richard Dragon is DEFINITELY on the Hand and League of Assassin's 'do not fuck with' list, and tend to avoid him whenever necessary. It's only recently that he took offense the Hand ninjas.
June	June returns his question with a hard stare of her blue eyes, the dark eyeliner accenting the stare. "Richard Dragon." Her gaze is critical. She was trained by neither the Hand nor the League, and the level of the Foot that she was in didn't tend to be privy to such information. "Heard that name a few times," she says. "Some badass fucker or some such, huh?" Her voice is a little more reserved...a lot more reserved than it was a moment ago, but it doesn't mean she doesn't have a spit of defiance still in her.
Richard Dragon	"Something like that." Richard shrugs very softly. "So, I offer you this: My home is also a dojo. If you seek to be taught properly, why don't you come down." he tells her the address too. "At this moment, dinner should be about ready. Come if you like." He'll start walking then, likely past her unless she makes the attempt to stop him.
June	June gives a slight chew on her bottom lip, adjusting her weight as he walks toward the dojo. She doesn't stop him, but shakes her head after him. Then she shakes her head at herself. "Fuck me," she curses herself, but the curiosity is too great, and so she follows him.