[b][i]A storm brewed outside the Dojo, a terrible one. It didn't rain, nor snow, nor hail. The clouds were pitch black, lightning crackling through the sky. A bolt hit the ground, and as it does, a man rises from it. He wears robes and gauntlets, at first giving him the appearance of a battlemage or warrior monk, but as he stands more modern apparel and weaponry appear. He looks around, mask on, it's crazed sharkface smile moving with it as he speaks.[/i][/b] "Alright. Where the -blam!- am I." [b][i]He says, looking at the Dojo. Well, God damn. He laughed a bit, walking towards the entrance. It was good to be back here. Wonder how much had changed. As he walked up the path, he spun a large revolver around his finger in his left hand. He approached the entrance, entering and heading for the bar section of the building. Well, until he realized the layout was different. Or st least different from what he remembered. He wandered for a bit, looking for his destination.[/i][/b] [spoiler]open. Stop him wherever you want. Even at the entrance[/spoiler]