[b]Mr. Creed/Dojo Complex/The Hallways[/b] "Are you sure you wanna do this? I've haven't fired a gun in years and even then it was just mandatory training." "[b]That I am sure of Daniel. Once you agreed to work with me and eventually some acquaintances you knew that this might happen.[/b]" The two men conversed with each other in one of the many hallways that littered the complex called The Dojo. The more reluctant of the two was pale as a ghost, wearing a plaid shirt and slacks with a neat pair of dark green, rectangular spectacles that matched his own eyes with a head of messy brunette hair. He was a rather skinny due to lack of exercise and a high metabolism. In his hands was a revolver clearly not meant for a man like him, a Mateba Autorevolver with .357 rounds. "I'm going to break my wrist shooting this thing!" "[b]Not if you hold it properly, like a man. Not a little girl.[/b]" The taller and more mysterious of the two said as he corrected Daniel's hands into a proper grip on the revolver. He was a mystery when compared to Daniel, choosing to wear a purely white three piece suit and dress shoes. His identity was obscured due to a gunmetal mask hiding about every part of his face besides his stark blue eyes. The mask was a human face, cold and expressionless as it stared at Daniel, a white hood hiding the mystery man's head. It was capable of inducing fear in the less courageous beings. It did not help Daniel in the slightest. Weapons had been hung up on the walls, ranging from spears to axes to even guns. This was going to be target practice. "[b]Aim for that hatchet on the wall.[/b]" The masked man told Daniel of which the more nervous of the two did. "...[b]FIRE![/b] Daniel had jumped from the sudden shout, pulling the trigger and missing the hatchet by a good 2 feet. The recoil forced him to drop the gun on the ground which had gotten a sigh from the masked man who picked up the gun. "[b]We're done here for today. I gotta get a drink...[/b]" "Bu-...okay." The masked man had went down one direct of the hallway, putting the revolver in his suit jacket. Daniel had went down to a room which had his named marked beside it. Inside the room was a multitude of monitors and computers, one corner being dedicated to making equipment. He did consider making this a business once but decided against it, due to the fact that everyone would just beg him to create insane gear. He loved a challenge like that...he just didn't want to do anything insane. However he did have to get Titanium for his most recent project, as one of the monitors reminded him. So he had decided to reach into his closet and bundled himself up in a thick sweater and a large blue wool coat paired with boots, two grey and black scarves and a ushanka. He exited the room and went outside to be greeted by a blizzard as he made his way to Dojoville [b]Dojoville[/b] The blizzard had died down, snow crunching underneath his feet as he looked around the rebuilt town, attempting to make out the correct shop. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]