bantorain | Twentieth Wind [voice]

Twentieth Wind [voice]

Hmm...

I'll name the little white one Jet.

The scruffy brown one Gallows.

And lean black one Clive!

And Jet, no chewing on the furniture, okay?

hmm...now where did I leave my polishing cloth...

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Well, its a male as much as I can te---[looks away again as another yip sounds and Gintoki bends down to pick the little puppy up, a small shred of meat dangling from its mouth that Gintoki picks away with a small sigh.] That's for Shiroi, not you.

How about Alfred?

[absently petting the puppy sprawled over the keyboard of the laptop.]

...doesn't sound very fitting...

Todd?

Eh, I don't think that'd suit him...

...he doesn't look like a Shane...

[laughing again] No, I believe he doesn't.

...Shady?

Hrm... sounds plausible.

He doesn't look a thing like the namesake, but it fits him for better reasons with fur like that.

Ahahaha, I suppose... [scratching behind the ears now, the puppy growling happily] Though I'd have named him Toshi... his namesake wouldn't be all too happy about it though, ahahaha.

I think you should play on the safe side, sensei.

-rummages about some more in her pile o' things and pulls from it a special linen cloth- AHA!!

-whips out Bantorain and Rapier- Now to finally clean you guys! Mud bullets work in a pinch, but you get so dirty!

-the dogs, of course, are watching like this is the most fascinating thing EVER-

[chuckling a little at his student's eagerness.] Ahahaha... I'd really like to see how those guns work someday. They seem kinda different from the ones I know back in Edo...

Heh, and we'll see won't we? I think I'll stick to calling the little tyke Toshi for now. You like that boy? [a happy little growl in return.]

ARMs are complicated things...the bazooka Sougo has is nothing like them.

Aha, so I noticed. Still, they must be really important to you when you treasure them quite a lot.

It's rare to see more than one of the same ARMs type, and even then they are unique from one another. -says this as she pops open the bullet chamber on Rapier open, wiping it down before putting a small amount of oil on it and spinning the chamber-

[going to prop an elbow up and head leaning on one side of his face~] Aha, I see. What are these ARMs though, anyway? I'm curious.

Well...ARMs aren't crafted like the guns of your world seem to be. They are made from Dragon Fossils.

Dragon Fossils? Like from real dragons?

...sounds like something out of JUMP.

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[Suddenly Sakamoto, starry eyed and fascinated with his face right up against the screen]

Those are some real interesting pistols you have there, miss!

-cue Virginia gasping and falling back slightly, all of the dogs barking at the communicator. After a moment, she calms them down as well as herself-

Yes...erm...they're my ARMs.

[He laughs, one hand going behind the head in embarrassment, and gives the camera a friendly grin]

Hahaha. Sorry, sorry... I didn't mean to scare you, ojouchan. The name's Sakamoto Ryoma!

Ah...I see...A pleasure to meet you, sir. My name is Virginia Maxwell, a Drifter from Boot Hill.

No need to be so formal, miss. Just Ryoma is fine. I was just admiring those pistols you have there. They're real unusual looking.

I suppose they are to those not from my world.