I'm sorry the correct answer was Cherry. Increase the voltage...

Meanwhile, in the Halls of Justice:

Kabuto: So how long d'you think it'll take them to realize I'm gone?

Superman: I dunno, depends on whether they start bringing up the 3rd ed rules or not.

Kabuto: Good point.

Flash: Hey guys, I'm back with the pizza.

Kabuto: That was quick.

Rest of JLA: -.-'

Always with the slaying this guy. This is why we can't have nice things!

/facepalms

Okay, plan B...

/hands Aoki a dog costume

Now repeat after me, "Hey kids! It's me, Poochy the rockin' dog!"

We've been taking it in the pants from the Nielsen people. So the people at corporate have decided to add a sexy nurse and a talking dog to help spice things up. Don't worry, the talking dog dies in a tragic spelunking accident after the second season.

I don't know what the Fate series is. I'd better go find Ron and Hermoine so we can take the Hogwarts Express to Diagon Alley so Hagrid can magic us up an answer with his wand that he got at Ollivander's.

Urge to kill... rising...

::sigh::

He's so dreamy...

I like turtles...



Also, did somebody says 7Scions? 'Cause if there's more than just me we need to bring back the "Momorou's hair" meme.

"Oh no! The horde of Jigoku approaches. Good think I have the power to summon and hurl jade infused boulders at them, or this might have actually been cause for alarm"

There are some fights that can be won with tactics and bravery... for everything else, there's jade strike.

How about now?

The governor’s study was quiet as a tomb. The governor himself was dozing off as he read the province’s harvest reports when suddenly there was a rapping at the door. The governor shook himself from his sleep and grunted for the servant at the door to come in. The servant girl, rapidly approaching servant woman, entered and bowed deeply before the governor.

“There is an Imperial herald here to see you my lord,” she said demurely in a voice hardly above a whisper.  The governor simply nodded to let him in.

The messenger walked in. He looked a bit ragged but stood tall and confident, his chest proudly displaying the Miya-mon. He bowed to the governor and offered with both hands a folded letter, written on thick, wood-pulp paper. The kind specifically made to endure travel in a military campaign.

The governor quickly scanned the letter and began drafting a response. He held the newly penned letter out for the Miya to take however, no hand was extended in return.
“Forgive me Mirumoto-kakka, but, before I relay your message, may I ask why you refused the Taisa’s request for reinforcements?” asked the Miya.

The governor, too flabbergasted by the messenger’s apparent precognition to question his presumptiveness narrowed his eyes at the Miya. “How did you…”

“If you had intended to agree to the Taisa’s request, you’d have taken the time to detail which units you were sending and who the commanders were. You’d have also likely have drafted messages for me to take to them as well,” said the Miya, his face a mask of tranquility.

“Ah, but then you admit to reading the Taisa’s letter to me?” said the governor trying to trap the infuriatingly arrogant little messenger.

“Of course, Mirumoto-kakka. I drafted it for him. Of course, even had I not, it would be hard not to surmise as much, given your reputation Mirumoto-kakka.”

The governor was stunned by what he was hearing, “I see, and what reputation is that?”

“You are your father’s son. Some say you even surpass him in strategic brilliance. Of course, there are other, less flattering whispers as well, but I choose to disbelieve them Mirumoto-kakka. I find it difficult to believe a commander as accomplished as you has lost his will to fight.”

The governor regarded the Miya warily, “Do you think me so naïve as to be persuaded by your obvious manipulations?”

“Has Mirumoto-kakka grown so jaded that he would mistake my praise for him as insincere?” said the messenger, his eyes burning with intensity briefly met that of the governor and in that instant, the governor understood that this letter was no simple request. His response would shape how others saw him for generations.

The governor crumpled the letter he had intended to send with the Miya. He instead wrote three more and handed them to the Miya. “I’d tell you who the other two were for but I suppose you already know.”

“Hai, Mirumoto-kakka.”

“What is your name Miya-san?” asked the governor as he handed the letters to the messenger.

“Kabuto, Miya Kabuto” said the courier bowing as he accepted the letters.

“Make haste Miya Kabuto. We wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong impression now would we?”

“Hai, Mirumoto-kakka,” and with that the messenger took off into the night.

I don't like piñatas. They encourage violence against flamboyant animals.

"Hey, there's a donkey with some pizzazz... Let's kick its ass"

Name: Miya Kabuto
Profession: Messenger
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 138 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Build: Athletic
Status: Single

Description:

It happens all the time. Someone needs a message delivered quickly and hands it off to the faceless Miya courier to get their scroll to the daimyo of this or that A.S.A.P. And then they forget about him until he comes back with the reply. Nobody cares that he had to mentally plot the shortest course for the recipient even though it took him through a part of the province notorious for highwaymen. Or that, he had to fight said highwaymen with little more than a fan despite lacking any formal training as a bushi. No, nobody cares that he thought of all the little bits of protocol and subtle manipulations that made sure your message was delivered smoothly and you got the extra munitions and food you needed from the daimyo who three weeks ago was spreading rumors about your wife. No, nobody cares about that. Most of the time they can't even be bothered to offer a simple "Domo Miya-san".

So why do we do it? Because we're Miya, and that's how we roll.