I will brush off all the dirt; and I will pretend it didn't hurt.
Characters: Open
Location: Shibusen; Shelter
Rating: R, to be safe
Time: Day Three, Early Morning
Description: Exactly twenty minutes and one second after this. For those who managed to reach the shelter in time.
The doors shut with a resounding back, echoing loud enough to shake some of the dust from the stone walls. It was a large room, mostly bare but for the fearsome demon statues that adorned the walls. He could only assume they told a story of Death City's past. The sirens could barely be heard anymore, the destruction of the city but a murmur. Not that anyone in the room needed reminding of what was going on.
The samurai stood at the sealed entrance, the large case of katana slung loosely over his shoulder. He held one of the blades in hand, his eyes skimming the crowd. The Death Scythe had mentioned that there were several new arrivals just before the incident had occurred - and now they were locked in a room with them. The warrior in him told him not to get too comfortable, even if the sheen of his blade made the civilians uncomfortable. Even if he could not join the battle outside, he would not allow any harm to come to the students within.
Particularly with Angela dashing around among them. He could see the tip of her chameleon hat bobbing between the rows of frightened people, her voice shrill as she told them to calm down. How typical, that even in his situation, she would try and act as the adult... The thought actually brough a smile to his face, shifting the needle between his teeth.
He leaned back against the wall, the blade slung casually over his shoulder as he waited. He had spotted the red-head among the crowd, but no sign of the black tipped hat of the Shinigami kid.
... This could get ugly.
Location: Shibusen; Shelter
Rating: R, to be safe
Time: Day Three, Early Morning
Description: Exactly twenty minutes and one second after this. For those who managed to reach the shelter in time.
The doors shut with a resounding back, echoing loud enough to shake some of the dust from the stone walls. It was a large room, mostly bare but for the fearsome demon statues that adorned the walls. He could only assume they told a story of Death City's past. The sirens could barely be heard anymore, the destruction of the city but a murmur. Not that anyone in the room needed reminding of what was going on.
The samurai stood at the sealed entrance, the large case of katana slung loosely over his shoulder. He held one of the blades in hand, his eyes skimming the crowd. The Death Scythe had mentioned that there were several new arrivals just before the incident had occurred - and now they were locked in a room with them. The warrior in him told him not to get too comfortable, even if the sheen of his blade made the civilians uncomfortable. Even if he could not join the battle outside, he would not allow any harm to come to the students within.
Particularly with Angela dashing around among them. He could see the tip of her chameleon hat bobbing between the rows of frightened people, her voice shrill as she told them to calm down. How typical, that even in his situation, she would try and act as the adult... The thought actually brough a smile to his face, shifting the needle between his teeth.
He leaned back against the wall, the blade slung casually over his shoulder as he waited. He had spotted the red-head among the crowd, but no sign of the black tipped hat of the Shinigami kid.
... This could get ugly.