That'd Be A Mere Delusion
Characters: silvershamurai & shinigamitayuu
Location: Lobby of the Casualty Communal
Rating: PG-13 for language?
Time: Dec. 8th, around midnight
Description: Tsukuyo's arrival in Death City came at a rather unfortunate time for her. Her home was nearly lost, and her master was dead. Gintoki's not offering any shoulders to cry on, not that she would require any, but having someone to bounce words off was consoling in itself.
Patrols were mostly uneventful and boring and today was certainly no exception. The most that occured was a heated argument that looked like it might have escalated, but cooled off when he approached. When midnight finally rolled around, Gintoki was more than ready to kick off his boots and get some sleep, but he had a meeting to uphold, and samurai don't double back on their word.
First things first however, Gintoki noticed Tsukuyo's injuries, saw them up close back home even, and he remembered how extensive they were; those wounds inflicted by her master. That was why he dropped by a Death/11 and picked up some antisceptic, bandages and medical tape. He didn't know how old the bandages she arrived with were, but giving her fresh ones couldn't hurt.
Approaching the doors of the Communal, Gintoki waited outside for a second or two before he nudged at the intercom. If Tsukuyo was waitin in the lobby, she'd have to buzz him inside, otherwise he'd have to deal with the security guard inside his little booth. He was quite certain she'd be there though; though not a real courtesan, she never kept her patrons alive waiting.
[ooc: Action or prose works; go for whichever! o/]
Location: Lobby of the Casualty Communal
Rating: PG-13 for language?
Time: Dec. 8th, around midnight
Description: Tsukuyo's arrival in Death City came at a rather unfortunate time for her. Her home was nearly lost, and her master was dead. Gintoki's not offering any shoulders to cry on, not that she would require any, but having someone to bounce words off was consoling in itself.
Patrols were mostly uneventful and boring and today was certainly no exception. The most that occured was a heated argument that looked like it might have escalated, but cooled off when he approached. When midnight finally rolled around, Gintoki was more than ready to kick off his boots and get some sleep, but he had a meeting to uphold, and samurai don't double back on their word.
First things first however, Gintoki noticed Tsukuyo's injuries, saw them up close back home even, and he remembered how extensive they were; those wounds inflicted by her master. That was why he dropped by a Death/11 and picked up some antisceptic, bandages and medical tape. He didn't know how old the bandages she arrived with were, but giving her fresh ones couldn't hurt.
Approaching the doors of the Communal, Gintoki waited outside for a second or two before he nudged at the intercom. If Tsukuyo was waitin in the lobby, she'd have to buzz him inside, otherwise he'd have to deal with the security guard inside his little booth. He was quite certain she'd be there though; though not a real courtesan, she never kept her patrons alive waiting.
[ooc: Action or prose works; go for whichever! o/]