[Open Post] Still looking for a few good men (and women and otherwise defined...)

[death_dawg]

The recent disappearances have decimated the ranks of the Shadow Angels as well as the number of pairs of eyes on the Hall Watch, and it's time to fill those open slots. Tsuzuki could not help feeling a bit reluctant: he's felt discouraged over these losses and his confidence in managing the organization has been shaken. He's admitted as much to

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[beau_fis]

He's not the brightest crayon in the box, but he's good at stabbing things, and Gingalain would want to help if he knew about the Shadow Angels' shortage of manpower. He's currently heading into the kitchen to fetch a glass of milk.

[death_dawg]

Tsuzuki might have slipped away from the table for a moment and so the dark, older-looking gent sitting under the sign is holding the fort for the moment. He has a large, ledger-like book spread open on his lap when he sees the youngster passing by out of the corner of his eye.

"Looking for something, young man?" he asks, in a deep, calm voice.

[beau_fis]

"Oh," Gingalain says, cheerily. "I was just fetching some milk."

[death_dawg]

He'll set aside the book, rising. "Might go looking for some coffee myself. Mind if I walk with you?" he asks. "Name's Jacquel."