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[ Characters ] Hatizou and whoever wanders by
[ Location ] Around the Carnival
[ Date/Time ] Backdated to May 08; evening
[ Warning ] None...?
[ Content ] Hatizou feels slightly homesick and goes to do what he's good at: lurk around clocktowers and people-watch.
This place made Hatizou strangely uneasy. Being around strangers was never commonly a problem, but when separated from the only home he had ever really known he felt wary. There were definitely things to be done back in Kaminoshiro and he was certain that Raiya was growing impatient with him being absent... Or maybe he hadn't noticed?
But it couldn't be helped one way or the other, could it? He was stuck here until whoever had decided to abduct him would toss him back home again.
With this in mind Hatizou had wandered to the Carnival grounds. His Shifter was presently in its unassuming top-hat form and resting upon his head- although it did little to hide his pink hair. There wasn't a place like this back home, but the teen supposed it was fitting for him to visit at least once. His Malice was like that of a magician's, after all. So he moved through the entrance and looked about, hoping that with any luck he could find someone interesting enough to talk with.
[ Location ] Around the Carnival
[ Date/Time ] Backdated to May 08; evening
[ Warning ] None...?
[ Content ] Hatizou feels slightly homesick and goes to do what he's good at: lurk around clocktowers and people-watch.
This place made Hatizou strangely uneasy. Being around strangers was never commonly a problem, but when separated from the only home he had ever really known he felt wary. There were definitely things to be done back in Kaminoshiro and he was certain that Raiya was growing impatient with him being absent... Or maybe he hadn't noticed?
But it couldn't be helped one way or the other, could it? He was stuck here until whoever had decided to abduct him would toss him back home again.
With this in mind Hatizou had wandered to the Carnival grounds. His Shifter was presently in its unassuming top-hat form and resting upon his head- although it did little to hide his pink hair. There wasn't a place like this back home, but the teen supposed it was fitting for him to visit at least once. His Malice was like that of a magician's, after all. So he moved through the entrance and looked about, hoping that with any luck he could find someone interesting enough to talk with.