Post by TOSHI DUNSON on Sept 1, 2015 8:57:12 GMT
Toshi Dunson was wearing a somewhat unusual assortment of clothes. It looked like a full spandex suit, not dissimilar to those "morphsuits" that was eminently popular in highschools at the moment, except it did not have a head-covering part, instead ending at the neck.. It was coupled wirth a long, flapping cape and an eye-mask which balloned into a figure-of-eight shape around his eyes which were scanning the streets about him most carefully. Sewn onto the front of the ensemble was a large "P" which had taken Toshi many hours to complete and had given him numerous pricks with the sewing needle as he had tried to accomplish it. Yes, Toshi was stood here in his blue-and-yellow costume, dressed as none other than The Puppetman, the vigilante hero who had, of late, been known to prowl the streets of Karakura town, keeping its citizens safe from mis-deeds and some said, though their words were taken with a pinch of salt, monsters, too.
He was here after a so-so day at work. Rosa had busted him for coming in five minutes late because he'd missed the green line, and had been snarky with him all day. He was pretty good at ignoring his boss's issues nowadays. After all, she paid him well, and she was always there for him when he needed her. He had his own suspicions about her- the strange reiatsu that emanated from her that she refused to talk about... The times she was gone for days on end, leaving him to open and close shop. If he didn't know any better, Toshi would have said that he was working for a Substitute Shinigami. He did know better though. He knew that that was crazy. Still there was something strange.
And so in lieu of an uneventful day, he had decided that he could afford a... Slightly more eventful evening, pruning the town of its ne'er-do-wells and perhaps even destroying a hollow- if there was one sufficiently weak around that he could actually fight. They still completely terrified the blond haired punk, he'd take a fight with a thousand hard-asses before he willingly took on a monster. And yet here he was. He sighed, Kanaboshi patted his face. She was affixed to his right wrist, her blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
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He was here after a so-so day at work. Rosa had busted him for coming in five minutes late because he'd missed the green line, and had been snarky with him all day. He was pretty good at ignoring his boss's issues nowadays. After all, she paid him well, and she was always there for him when he needed her. He had his own suspicions about her- the strange reiatsu that emanated from her that she refused to talk about... The times she was gone for days on end, leaving him to open and close shop. If he didn't know any better, Toshi would have said that he was working for a Substitute Shinigami. He did know better though. He knew that that was crazy. Still there was something strange.
And so in lieu of an uneventful day, he had decided that he could afford a... Slightly more eventful evening, pruning the town of its ne'er-do-wells and perhaps even destroying a hollow- if there was one sufficiently weak around that he could actually fight. They still completely terrified the blond haired punk, he'd take a fight with a thousand hard-asses before he willingly took on a monster. And yet here he was. He sighed, Kanaboshi patted his face. She was affixed to his right wrist, her blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight.