When the stints have been broken, and they can't help you now...
WHO: asortofdevil and WHOEVER.
WHERE: Around the City. Just cause.
WHEN: Let's say Sunday since I was stolen away for the weekend and I MISSED EVERYTHING. Hi, guys.
WARNINGS: Probably mild swearing and violence? It's Hijikata, after all....,...,
SUMMARY: Blind badass with a hidden sword in his cane is making some sort of recon walk in the City. AKA, he's restless and thinking about stuff.
FORMAT: Anything goes!
[Tap, tap, tap, goes the white thin cane.
He slipped into some busy part of the city. He can tell, easily, and listens quietly to the busy business of everyone walking around him. City normal sounds and scents and even the humidity on his skin feels slightly familiar - if not for the weather.
So he sits down on a park's bench, stretches his legs and leans back, closing the scarred eyes behind the dark lenses of his shades. The cold of the bench seeps even through the thick denim and onto his legs: it's winter, after all.
No Bounty on his nor Haruka's head here, no Elements Network, either. She had been here for a long while without him and managed to fend herself off quite well, it seems. Even if she seems to have a tendency to flock over to assholes... There's a load of impressive ones here, too, apparently, but it all came down to bad timing and it felt like the most terrible tease.
He tips his head up when a cold breeze passes by. ]
WHERE: Around the City. Just cause.
WHEN: Let's say Sunday since I was stolen away for the weekend and I MISSED EVERYTHING. Hi, guys.
WARNINGS: Probably mild swearing and violence? It's Hijikata, after all....,...,
SUMMARY: Blind badass with a hidden sword in his cane is making some sort of recon walk in the City. AKA, he's restless and thinking about stuff.
FORMAT: Anything goes!
[Tap, tap, tap, goes the white thin cane.
He slipped into some busy part of the city. He can tell, easily, and listens quietly to the busy business of everyone walking around him. City normal sounds and scents and even the humidity on his skin feels slightly familiar - if not for the weather.
So he sits down on a park's bench, stretches his legs and leans back, closing the scarred eyes behind the dark lenses of his shades. The cold of the bench seeps even through the thick denim and onto his legs: it's winter, after all.
No Bounty on his nor Haruka's head here, no Elements Network, either. She had been here for a long while without him and managed to fend herself off quite well, it seems. Even if she seems to have a tendency to flock over to assholes... There's a load of impressive ones here, too, apparently, but it all came down to bad timing and it felt like the most terrible tease.
He tips his head up when a cold breeze passes by. ]