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Who: Hibari Kyouya (cloudsfalls, Yamamoto Takeshi (kenspeck and Gokudera Hayato (infuriato)
What: Information gathering for Hibari's side.
Where: Where Gokudera and Yamamoto are. Residential area, most likely.
When: Straight after Hibari comes into Nuadoria.
Hibari closes his eyes and leans his shoulders against the wall. He breaths - in and out and in and out - before snapping them open again. His weapon box is in his hand, corners pressing against the flesh of his palm, and he is gritting his teeth, tendons standing out on his neck.
Blood surrounds him: all he sees is the red at the sides of his vision; all he smells and taste is iron and rust. But he doesn't mind - it is a smell he has gotten used to, both his own blood and others'. Straightening his back, he takes a step forward, and another, and now he is walking like he isn't leaving a trail of blood behind him; like his body isn't graced with enough cuts to bleed him dry.
The red dot is getting closer. Hibari looks around him, takes in the grey, dying city that is not the Namimori he knows or the Namimori that is near destruction. There are people and ghosts here both, but Hibari takes no notice of them, eyes narrowed as he nears his destination. His brow creases in irritation - the situation is ridiculous - but he does not stop walking.
What: Information gathering for Hibari's side.
Where: Where Gokudera and Yamamoto are. Residential area, most likely.
When: Straight after Hibari comes into Nuadoria.
Hibari closes his eyes and leans his shoulders against the wall. He breaths - in and out and in and out - before snapping them open again. His weapon box is in his hand, corners pressing against the flesh of his palm, and he is gritting his teeth, tendons standing out on his neck.
Blood surrounds him: all he sees is the red at the sides of his vision; all he smells and taste is iron and rust. But he doesn't mind - it is a smell he has gotten used to, both his own blood and others'. Straightening his back, he takes a step forward, and another, and now he is walking like he isn't leaving a trail of blood behind him; like his body isn't graced with enough cuts to bleed him dry.
The red dot is getting closer. Hibari looks around him, takes in the grey, dying city that is not the Namimori he knows or the Namimori that is near destruction. There are people and ghosts here both, but Hibari takes no notice of them, eyes narrowed as he nears his destination. His brow creases in irritation - the situation is ridiculous - but he does not stop walking.