WHO: Grell Sutcliff {
chainsaw_juliet}, Takasugi Shinsuke {
one_eyed_beast} and any of the Kiheitai who want to watch the new puppy
WHAT: Character death of Sakamoto Tatsuma {
hahahahamarryme}, after
this was mentioned.
WHERE: The alley behind the Weapons Store
WHEN: Afternoon of day 75
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He was not always the hyperactive, bouncy man conveyed through lovehearts and little faces he drew in the journal he treated as an official Logbook. No he could be quite serious and quite sane. When he chose to be. After all, the way Grell saw his life was that he had to extract as much fun as he could otherwise life would be boring.
Today he wasn't going to cause a fuss by being sighted so easily. Playing Jack the Ripper had taught him marvelous ways of blending in as a civilian and gaining people's trust. He neared the Weapon's Store, slipping into the back alley where they usually received and stored stock. The usually bright redhead had black hair today in a neat, slick braid down his back. No brilliant red overcoat, just some dreary brown civilian clothing he had 'borrowed' from the now deceased man whom Grell had killed to take his home.
He was carrying a long box. Tapping on the door, Grell called out.
"Excuse me? Is someone there? I have a delivery for the Weapon's Store!" He kept his voice wonderfully light and cheery, like a good citizen who wanted to help. And sure enough the door was opened.
Immediately Grell gasped in delight. A beautiful red coat was what the man wore. He had scruffy brown hair and a pair of sunglasses.
"Hello!" The Soul Reaper set the box down at his feet, before grasping the man's hand and shaking it politely. "This is a special delivery just for you, sir. Courtesy of a very important man."
He kicked the box open. The lid clattered to the cobblestones, revealing Grell's beloved chainsaw. In a heartbeat it was in his hands, whirring with deadly motion yet muffled with a cloak of silence so no passerby could hear.
"His name is Takasugi Shinsuke." And he swung the chainsaw at the man's knees.