[If you happen to be in one of the neutral areas today, you may notice a face that's... Not unfamiliar to some, perhaps, but definitely uncommon in the DR. Or you may not notice him at all, not until he brushes right past you. This man is particularly adept at becoming part of the background. He has traded the red and gold of his Crow uniform for something more forgettable, monotones all over, and as he slips his way through the DR, he never meets anyone's eyes, although you may feel him watching you all the same. Especially if you're a Kanda, in which case it'll be a full-body scrutiny, going from head to toe like's he's systematically ticking parts of you off on a mental check-list.
Speaking of lists, he's also clutching a copy of Devit's pamphlet, heavily wrinkled from distaste. Should you get close enough to glimpse it, you'll see little notes penned between the lines ― mostly things like "To be confirmed", "Unfortunate but true", and the occasional "?".
Except the part about General Fucking Cross and his strip club. All that got is a simple "Of course".]
[[OOC: AU!Madarao from
stainedlotus's
world!]]