Hijikata Toshizō (土方 歳三) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
onifukuchou) wrote2012-03-12 02:08 pm
onifukuchou) wrote2012-03-12 02:08 pm
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[One moment there's a nice empty spot on the floor of the tea house - and the the next moment it is filled with a rather tall, grumpy-looking man, with wings as black as his hair. He is also wearing just the white cloth pants of new arrivals, which affords everyone around him a good view of a rather spectacularly toned set of abs. Unfortunately, he looks like he might bite.
He glances around, rubs his eyes, glances around again to find that nothing has changed, and that this doesn't look like any teahouse in Shimabara he can remember. Which doesn't rule out that he's been here, just that it wasn't while sober. His hand goes for where his katana should be - and then he realizes that it, along with his clothing, are gone.]
...The hell is going on here?
He glances around, rubs his eyes, glances around again to find that nothing has changed, and that this doesn't look like any teahouse in Shimabara he can remember. Which doesn't rule out that he's been here, just that it wasn't while sober. His hand goes for where his katana should be - and then he realizes that it, along with his clothing, are gone.]
...The hell is going on here?
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[Okay, so no poking. He'll just put his cold hands right onto Hijikata's lower back.]
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Where the hell is my clothing?
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[He turns and runs off down the stairs.]
You look much better like this!
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[And someone is following him. This time with 100% less slipping on journals, as he now has it in-hand]
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[Just going to run toward House 50 now.]