A little lost.
Characters: Seiichirou Tatsumi, anybody else.
Location: Tatsumi-san has just made it to the plaza, after just arriving.
Time: Late Afternoon
Style: Third person; thread hopping permitted (and encouraged!)
Status: Pretty wide open.
Tatsumi's suit coat was soaked, and so was the once-clean white shirt he'd been wearing under it. It couldn't be helped; it wasn't as if he'd simply take off his shirt in the middle of the city. Finding that being invisible made him unbearably tired, enough so that he stumbled as he walked, he gave up on it, folding his coat and draping it neatly over his arm. His once nice leather shoes squished as he walked, and he grimaced. Not even a dry spot to clean his glasses on; he squinted a little through smudged lenses.
If he didn't look ridiculous, he sure felt it. The starfish communicator he held in front of himself to keep contact with Tsuzuki and Hisoka didn't help.
He felt less tired in the plaza that opened in front of him; tentatively, he settled down on a bench that looked inconspicuous and waited for Tsuzuki's fuda spells to find him. He could have tried again to send the shadows to find the other two shinigami, yet he just felt so tired . . . Tatsumi shivered. And went, and now just a little cold. That's what he got for walking around in wet clothes; clothes that were once nice, he thought to himself with a sigh.
While he waited, he took in his surroundings with some trepidation. There was really no reason to feel comfortable here, and he felt a little vulnerable knowing that the shadows weren't as easily at his beck and call as they used to be. He'd have to figure out why as soon as possible.
Location: Tatsumi-san has just made it to the plaza, after just arriving.
Time: Late Afternoon
Style: Third person; thread hopping permitted (and encouraged!)
Status: Pretty wide open.
Tatsumi's suit coat was soaked, and so was the once-clean white shirt he'd been wearing under it. It couldn't be helped; it wasn't as if he'd simply take off his shirt in the middle of the city. Finding that being invisible made him unbearably tired, enough so that he stumbled as he walked, he gave up on it, folding his coat and draping it neatly over his arm. His once nice leather shoes squished as he walked, and he grimaced. Not even a dry spot to clean his glasses on; he squinted a little through smudged lenses.
If he didn't look ridiculous, he sure felt it. The starfish communicator he held in front of himself to keep contact with Tsuzuki and Hisoka didn't help.
He felt less tired in the plaza that opened in front of him; tentatively, he settled down on a bench that looked inconspicuous and waited for Tsuzuki's fuda spells to find him. He could have tried again to send the shadows to find the other two shinigami, yet he just felt so tired . . . Tatsumi shivered. And went, and now just a little cold. That's what he got for walking around in wet clothes; clothes that were once nice, he thought to himself with a sigh.
While he waited, he took in his surroundings with some trepidation. There was really no reason to feel comfortable here, and he felt a little vulnerable knowing that the shadows weren't as easily at his beck and call as they used to be. He'd have to figure out why as soon as possible.