藤本獅郎 :: Shiro Fujimoto (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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backyardbbq2016-05-14 06:23 pm
lionson) wrote in backyardbbq2016-05-14 06:23 pm
look more shippy trash (for Hydok)
[You know the worst part about having to walk to Death City? The heat, that's what.
Shiro was more used to a temperate climate, so the heat of the Nevada summer weighed him down. Add to the fact that he hadn't been able to catch a cab over, and he had to walk for miles in the blistering heat, and it made for an absolutely miserable experience. By the time he actually arrived at the city itself, Shiro was drenched in sweat and looked about ready to pass out.
Thankfully he had decided to pose as a nosy tourist, and he had tucked away his work gear in a secret office, accessible only by the key currently hanging around his neck, tucked under his shirt. Besides that key, there were no signs of what his true purpose in Death City was. Only someone who was from his part of the world would even know who he was, let alone have a guess at why he had traveled halfway around the world. Which was perfect, Shiro wasn't the sneakiest of people, and he would have been at risk of leaving a clue behind if he had to haul all of his weapons with him.
Exhausted, Shiro practically collapsed onto one of the many benches in the public square he had found. There was a little bit of shade from a tree nearby, but there was still the overbearing heat of noontime to deal with. Should he check into a hotel? He had fake ID and credit cards prepared, as he had been planning on being here a few weeks, but he wasn't sure if hotels would even be taking guests this early. Maybe he should start working on his first task of finding a way of getting into DWMA? Surely there were teachers around he could befriend. Mephisto had said something about making it easier for him to sneak in, but Shiro had no idea what that damn demon had even done to him. Maybe mask his appearance somehow? Make him look more anonymous?
Of course, Mephisto had not done any of those things. No, what Mephisto had done was place a spell of sorts on the chain Shiro wore around his neck, which slightly modified how his soul appeared to others. Specifically, it amplified it, and made it so that people talented in soul theory would see his soul as a bright-white beacon, indicating 'hey look, there is an interesting, strong-willed person right here!' Instead of making Shiro more hidden, it made him about as noticeable as the sun.
What a way to get noticed, right?]
Shiro was more used to a temperate climate, so the heat of the Nevada summer weighed him down. Add to the fact that he hadn't been able to catch a cab over, and he had to walk for miles in the blistering heat, and it made for an absolutely miserable experience. By the time he actually arrived at the city itself, Shiro was drenched in sweat and looked about ready to pass out.
Thankfully he had decided to pose as a nosy tourist, and he had tucked away his work gear in a secret office, accessible only by the key currently hanging around his neck, tucked under his shirt. Besides that key, there were no signs of what his true purpose in Death City was. Only someone who was from his part of the world would even know who he was, let alone have a guess at why he had traveled halfway around the world. Which was perfect, Shiro wasn't the sneakiest of people, and he would have been at risk of leaving a clue behind if he had to haul all of his weapons with him.
Exhausted, Shiro practically collapsed onto one of the many benches in the public square he had found. There was a little bit of shade from a tree nearby, but there was still the overbearing heat of noontime to deal with. Should he check into a hotel? He had fake ID and credit cards prepared, as he had been planning on being here a few weeks, but he wasn't sure if hotels would even be taking guests this early. Maybe he should start working on his first task of finding a way of getting into DWMA? Surely there were teachers around he could befriend. Mephisto had said something about making it easier for him to sneak in, but Shiro had no idea what that damn demon had even done to him. Maybe mask his appearance somehow? Make him look more anonymous?
Of course, Mephisto had not done any of those things. No, what Mephisto had done was place a spell of sorts on the chain Shiro wore around his neck, which slightly modified how his soul appeared to others. Specifically, it amplified it, and made it so that people talented in soul theory would see his soul as a bright-white beacon, indicating 'hey look, there is an interesting, strong-willed person right here!' Instead of making Shiro more hidden, it made him about as noticeable as the sun.
What a way to get noticed, right?]
/sidles in here
And there's a lot of junk, and a lot of money exchanging hands, and lots of people running from one booth to another with trades. The general festival atmosphere isn't hampered one bit by the bright and cheerful hand painted banners hanging from street lights that read Death Bazaar. The clientele of the market (and the sellers) are almost all unsupervised children, laughing and shouting and arguing and generally being loud and rowdy.
One of the rare adults in the bustle is an incredibly tall man, with grey hair and glasses, dressed in stitched together clothing and an overly large lab coat. He wanders through the market for a while, buys an ice cream cone and a fascinating anatomical specimen, and winds his way through the crowd to an occupied bench. That soul was nearly impossible to miss, and the man who's glowing almost brightly enough to see without soul perception is obviously a tourist.]
What do you think? [He asks, in English (it is the world's lingua franca, after all), holding up a small plastic box containing a two headed baby turtle, who's swimming around in an inch of brownish water. The patterns on its shell look more like runes than natural patterns should, and it might be faintly glowing.]
Cursed, or just a natural mutation?