and after all this, the rest is all bullshit.
For the most part, Buckingham Crater has been quiet, today. Not a lot of people are out and about in the aftermath of the plagues, and those that are are staying far away from the police tape surrounding the wreckage, save a few curious onlookers here or there.
Then there's a brief flash of light, and out of a spontaneous rift skids a revolver. Quickly followed by a blur of black leather that slams into the ground, reaches out to grab said revolver, tucks and rolls, and eventually fails to stand up from said roll and winds up resolving into the shape of a somewhat tall Japanese man lying on his back with guns in each hand and far, far more weapons on his person than should really be possible.
A split second after that he's up, the recovered revolver held between his teeth and the two guns still in his hands pointing at the rift, which is slowly dwindling out of existence. There's white blood on his face, matted into his hair, and all over his shirt, but it's obvious that none of that is his, given the black blood oozing from a gash above his eye. It takes him a second to be sure that nothing is directly attacking him anymore, and then holsters one gun and takes the other one out from between his teeth.
"Akane?" he calls, glancing around, aiming the guns at this or that mostly at random. There was an archangel right in front of him a second ago, and now there's almost nobody and certainly nothing that looks like a threat and he's not entirely positive as to what to do about this. At this point, he seems to finally actually take note of his surrounding as anything other than 'where the potential threat is coming from', and his expression gets a mite more puzzled.
[[OOC: As a warning, Hiroto is currently operating under the 'shoot first, ask questions later' brand of logic, so there's a chance that he'll try to hurt/kill anyone who surprises him, particularly if they're an angel. Approach with caution.]]
Then there's a brief flash of light, and out of a spontaneous rift skids a revolver. Quickly followed by a blur of black leather that slams into the ground, reaches out to grab said revolver, tucks and rolls, and eventually fails to stand up from said roll and winds up resolving into the shape of a somewhat tall Japanese man lying on his back with guns in each hand and far, far more weapons on his person than should really be possible.
A split second after that he's up, the recovered revolver held between his teeth and the two guns still in his hands pointing at the rift, which is slowly dwindling out of existence. There's white blood on his face, matted into his hair, and all over his shirt, but it's obvious that none of that is his, given the black blood oozing from a gash above his eye. It takes him a second to be sure that nothing is directly attacking him anymore, and then holsters one gun and takes the other one out from between his teeth.
"Akane?" he calls, glancing around, aiming the guns at this or that mostly at random. There was an archangel right in front of him a second ago, and now there's almost nobody and certainly nothing that looks like a threat and he's not entirely positive as to what to do about this. At this point, he seems to finally actually take note of his surrounding as anything other than 'where the potential threat is coming from', and his expression gets a mite more puzzled.
[[OOC: As a warning, Hiroto is currently operating under the 'shoot first, ask questions later' brand of logic, so there's a chance that he'll try to hurt/kill anyone who surprises him, particularly if they're an angel. Approach with caution.]]