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Who: Wrath, England and Belgium candidate_no_12 a_kindofmagic and chokowaffle
Where: England's House
Status: Closed.
Style: I'll follow you!
After a week in the police department lockup, Wrath was released and his belongings--the Dreamberry and his Red Stones, were returned to him, minus his weapon.
He had also gained something for his stay, just as--if not more, irritating: a tank-like human officer who would be a formidable match for Wrath should he get out of line again. The officer tailed him at a distance but always had him in his sights. A not-too-subtle reminder that the police were watching him.
Annoying as this is, it's also amusing, Wrath thought at the reversal as his pupil shifted backwards, his eyes as fixed on the officer as the other's eyes were fixed on him.
Eager to return home without incident, Wrath sought out no more trouble--he should not have any, unless the friend of Ishikawa Goemon, Daisuke Jigen, had gotten wind of his visit to Goemon's house.
But--the gunman didn't confront him. Wrath approached the door of the twenty-third cottage, smelling once again of the lockup's soap as he rapped on the door, looking ahead with both eyes. The officer behind him was visible, maybe 50 feet from the house.
Where: England's House
Status: Closed.
Style: I'll follow you!
After a week in the police department lockup, Wrath was released and his belongings--the Dreamberry and his Red Stones, were returned to him, minus his weapon.
He had also gained something for his stay, just as--if not more, irritating: a tank-like human officer who would be a formidable match for Wrath should he get out of line again. The officer tailed him at a distance but always had him in his sights. A not-too-subtle reminder that the police were watching him.
Annoying as this is, it's also amusing, Wrath thought at the reversal as his pupil shifted backwards, his eyes as fixed on the officer as the other's eyes were fixed on him.
Eager to return home without incident, Wrath sought out no more trouble--he should not have any, unless the friend of Ishikawa Goemon, Daisuke Jigen, had gotten wind of his visit to Goemon's house.
But--the gunman didn't confront him. Wrath approached the door of the twenty-third cottage, smelling once again of the lockup's soap as he rapped on the door, looking ahead with both eyes. The officer behind him was visible, maybe 50 feet from the house.