.o2 // Midnight Visitations
Characters: Enjin and Kazutaka
Location: The doctor's brothel apartment
Time: Midnight, the same night as sensei's first broadcast.
Style: Starts out third but it's all up to you, Char~
Status: Closed like... um... closed... things.
Note: This is backdated to before the bodyswapping happened.
He had stepped out a moment to restock the basic necessities he'd needed for the apartment. His coat had been left at the laundry and he had managed to pick up some food. The basics, really. Bread, water, eggs, some fruit, nothing that would spoil too quickly.
And cigarettes. This day, he needed them, sorely.
Already his first day but he felt like he could go through the entire pack. There was much too much to process. This whole matter with the city and the people and everyone he'd crossed paths with. Not to mention the apartment and his roommate and goodness gracious, everything in between. Of course, he never really said a thing. To a normal man, this would be overwhelming and somewhat scary at the least but to the doctor, there was a tiniest hint of interest.
There had been so many different energies, strange signatures he'd never encountered even within the Shinigami. It was as if he had been given a preview of an exotic buffet.
The doctor returned to the apartment, groceries in hand and dry cleaning ticket tucked safely away in the cigarette case he'd picked up along with the smokes and lighter.
But the day was far from over.
There was still one last appointment he had to take care of, undoubtedly one he was rather looking forward to. There was work to be done, information to be gathered and one last client to talk to. Thankfully, Sakuraba-san had been over earlier. Kazutaka didn't want to risk the new apartment's safety. There would be more casualties and he would probably have to find a new apartment... as well as a new arm and leg.
Enjin interested him, to say the least. Certainly, he hadn't come across too many youkai in his time but that was only half the reason. The populace interested him... and there was just something quite... enticing about Enjin's manner.
With that, he decided to put coffee on the stove and light up. His guest would arrive shortly.
Location: The doctor's brothel apartment
Time: Midnight, the same night as sensei's first broadcast.
Style: Starts out third but it's all up to you, Char~
Status: Closed like... um... closed... things.
Note: This is backdated to before the bodyswapping happened.
He had stepped out a moment to restock the basic necessities he'd needed for the apartment. His coat had been left at the laundry and he had managed to pick up some food. The basics, really. Bread, water, eggs, some fruit, nothing that would spoil too quickly.
And cigarettes. This day, he needed them, sorely.
Already his first day but he felt like he could go through the entire pack. There was much too much to process. This whole matter with the city and the people and everyone he'd crossed paths with. Not to mention the apartment and his roommate and goodness gracious, everything in between. Of course, he never really said a thing. To a normal man, this would be overwhelming and somewhat scary at the least but to the doctor, there was a tiniest hint of interest.
There had been so many different energies, strange signatures he'd never encountered even within the Shinigami. It was as if he had been given a preview of an exotic buffet.
The doctor returned to the apartment, groceries in hand and dry cleaning ticket tucked safely away in the cigarette case he'd picked up along with the smokes and lighter.
But the day was far from over.
There was still one last appointment he had to take care of, undoubtedly one he was rather looking forward to. There was work to be done, information to be gathered and one last client to talk to. Thankfully, Sakuraba-san had been over earlier. Kazutaka didn't want to risk the new apartment's safety. There would be more casualties and he would probably have to find a new apartment... as well as a new arm and leg.
Enjin interested him, to say the least. Certainly, he hadn't come across too many youkai in his time but that was only half the reason. The populace interested him... and there was just something quite... enticing about Enjin's manner.
With that, he decided to put coffee on the stove and light up. His guest would arrive shortly.