<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/eb/13/a0/eb13a094331c93cd0434d0a85506cefe.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Name:</strong> Rikkar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ima Ri. <br/><strong>Content:</strong> </div><br/>Rikkar could have rolled his eyes when Ima declared her students were not being scared off in the fashion his were. Perhaps it was a jibe at how tough and austere of a teacher he was. He was hard, true, but he was fair as well. He felt though that this wasn’t the case. If people were scared or had a complaint, they often voiced it. Aloud. Rikkar was more used to students snapping and losing their patience than quitting quietly and avoiding a discussion. He waited for Ima to dress herself further before heading to the door, where he had a long coat of his own in the typical dark blue of Water Tribe design. He tugged it around his shoulders as they stepped out into New Republic City.<br/><br/><strong>“Maybe.”</strong>Rikkar answered in response to Ima’s invitation for Rose.<strong>“Though I’d rather not bore her with the issue. The competitions between dojos and schools and the doings of the gangs doesn’t seem like they’d interest her. I’d rather not spoil her dinner by discussing such issues with the lady.”</strong>Rikkar replied, giving Ima a look as he emphasized the last word, a small half-grin coming over his lips. He was jesting about his colleague, for while Rose did appear very ladylike Ima was anything but it. Muscular, blunt, and definitely not demure, she was the exact opposite of what it meant to be a lady these days.<br/><br/><strong>“And I thought I said not to mention a word about her.”</strong>Rikkar quickly added, looking indignant at the mention and forgetting his earlier statement. How easily he had opened up about Rose! As if…no, he doubted it. They were just good friends after all. Right?<em>Right?</em><strong>“I agree about the police thought. If gangsters are involved Ima, we might have no choice here than to handle it ourselves. The cops are useless in a case like this. They’ll make a report but probably not follow up. And if word gets out that there’s a threat, Enzo Tamel might even endeavour to shut down the school to cut costs. We are nearly in the red here, you know.”</strong>Rikkar added, standing in the cool evening out on the streets in front of their building, stuffing his hands in his woolen pockets.<br/><br/><strong>“Just let me make a call home before we head out.”</strong>Rikkar then mumbled, turning to a nearby booth that had public transmitter. His family owned a personal one as well, which Rikkar punched the code in. A few moments of silent chatter later and he slammed the transmitter down heavily, looking quite annoyed.<strong>“I was right. Kati isn’t home. Looks like I’ll have to find her as well. Can this day get any worse…?” </strong><br/>