Music is his radar. [OPEN]

[hesgotsoul]

Characters: Soul and whoever wants to bump into him~
Location: Music stores all over the Shopping District, or in Holocaust Mall
Rating: G
Time: January 7, afternoon
Description: Music's a cool hobby to have, bro.

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[Holocaust Mall]

[incitative]

[Despite being in Death City for some time, the Mall was still a place Kiyomasa was not entirely comfortable. Though in essence it was no different from a cluster of street merchants, something about the sheer size and complexity of this thing calls a "mall" was daunting. Owari's Tiger was not usually a hesitant creature, never one to back down or admit defeat - and this circumstance was no different. Having been enlisted into the watch, it was expected that he learn his way around every part of this city. If his duty was to serve and protect, he should have an idea of his surroundings - even if the mall was large and confusing, muddling his senses at every turn.

And this brings us to Kiyomasa, standing outside of a record shop, inspecting the vinyl records in a box. He furrows his brow, examining the large, round discs, befuddled by what precisely their purpose could be... And what exactly "Bing Crosby" was and why this "White Christmas" was on 75% clearance.]

How unusual... What purpose would this weapon serve? [He murmurs to

[hesgotsoul]

[He was kind of content, for a moment, with just... watching you be confused. But then he couldn't help himself.

Soul may come to regret this later.]

...It's not a weapon.

[This guy must be one of those guests who came from like, the past.]

[incitative]

No? [Kiyomasa turns his head, looking curiously at the stranger.]

Then what could it be?

[There are so many of them here, it's practically an arsenal of these strange... Thin discs. How could they be anything but weapons?]

[hesgotsoul]

It's a record. When you stick them in a music player, you can listen to whatever music's been recorded on it.

[incitative]

[...Sorry, Soul. You've lost him. Kiyomasa blinks, quite evidently confused by this description.]

[hesgotsoul]

You have no idea what I'm talking about, huh?

[incitative]

[nope.avi

Kiyomasa shakes his head, that look of confusion not quite vanishing yet.]

I apologize. Such things do not exist where I am from.

[hesgotsoul]

Where ARE you from, anyway?

[incitative]

The province of Owari will always be my home, though I have spent much of my time in neighbouring states-

[He pauses, realizing that like the strange disc-objects this young man is trying to explain to him, his own explanation is likely going over his head. He lightly clears his throat.]

To my knowledge, it is a very long way from Death City.

[hesgotsoul]

Huh. That somewhere in Japan?