Aug 08, 2009 12:46
Akihiko arrived just outside of the Kurosaki Clinic and glanced around curiously. His boxing gloves - a special bladed kind he hadn't used since Tartarus - bounced against his back as he walked towards the house. His Evoker was on his hip, but he wasn't sure he was going to use it. He recognized Japan, of course, but knew somehow that it wasn't his Japan.
That was rather interesting.
He wasn't entirely certain where he was supposed to meet the guy he was supposed to spar with, so he hovered for a few minutes on the sidewalk before approaching the door of the house and knocking.
rl,
byakuya,
time to get my ass kicked