Arcade The small samurai steps into the arcade, long red hair steaming behind him. His steps are nearly silent, far different from the sort of man he usually presents himself to be. Normally, he's a bumbling idiot, but right now, there is trouble and he means to see the end to it. He just hopes that he can come to a peaceful solution.
His breath comes in a cloud in the freezing chill and for a moment, he stops in front of a gaming system, glass frosted over by a layer of ice. With great care, Kenshin reaches to lightly wipe the frost off before continuing towards the back of the arcade.
His voice is warm though. Friendly. Soft. "Hello, ayakashi-san, this one would like to speak to you, that he would. He means no danger to you." He doesn't really think it will work. It rarely ever does, but if there is a chance at the peaceful solution, he will take it every single time.
Baby Boxes What a novel idea. Kenshin is very much for this! He seems utterly happy and content to sit there, legs folded under him, methodically folding baby blankets. There is an aura of utter serenity around the small man. He smiles gently as he puts great care into each package of hope. He would be happy to remain right here, doing this all day, but there is a call to help unload more supplies.
The small man hops up, far too smoothly, far too skillfully. That is ruined in the next few seconds when his feet get tangled in the blankets he had been folding and he goes down in the most embarrassing of face plants. Made worse only because of the sounds he made on his way down. "Oro!"
Dog It had been a huge mistake on his part to give the spirit a little pet on his way past. Now the dog was following him just about everywhere. Every time Kenshin did he best to ignore the animal, it sinks it's teeth into his white hakama and gives a little yank. After a moment or two of barking and whining and hakama pulling, Kenshin's heart breaks a little for the poor creature.
He turns and crouches at the dog's eye level, a sad look in his eyes completely at odds with the smile on his face. "You need to stop doing that, that you do. This one might not be able to help you. He knows nothing of your owner. This one is sorry, that he is." He gives the dog another little pet only to get licked in the face. Slobber all over that scar on his cheek.
"All right. All right. Fine. This one will help you. But you will have to help him. Can you lead me to your home?" It's probably strange for passers by that can't see the dog. All they would see is a small traditionally dressed man talking to the thin air.
Himura Kenshin | Rurouni Kenshin | Shinki
The small samurai steps into the arcade, long red hair steaming behind him. His steps are nearly silent, far different from the sort of man he usually presents himself to be. Normally, he's a bumbling idiot, but right now, there is trouble and he means to see the end to it. He just hopes that he can come to a peaceful solution.
His breath comes in a cloud in the freezing chill and for a moment, he stops in front of a gaming system, glass frosted over by a layer of ice. With great care, Kenshin reaches to lightly wipe the frost off before continuing towards the back of the arcade.
His voice is warm though. Friendly. Soft. "Hello, ayakashi-san, this one would like to speak to you, that he would. He means no danger to you." He doesn't really think it will work. It rarely ever does, but if there is a chance at the peaceful solution, he will take it every single time.
Baby Boxes
What a novel idea. Kenshin is very much for this! He seems utterly happy and content to sit there, legs folded under him, methodically folding baby blankets. There is an aura of utter serenity around the small man. He smiles gently as he puts great care into each package of hope. He would be happy to remain right here, doing this all day, but there is a call to help unload more supplies.
The small man hops up, far too smoothly, far too skillfully. That is ruined in the next few seconds when his feet get tangled in the blankets he had been folding and he goes down in the most embarrassing of face plants. Made worse only because of the sounds he made on his way down. "Oro!"
Dog
It had been a huge mistake on his part to give the spirit a little pet on his way past. Now the dog was following him just about everywhere. Every time Kenshin did he best to ignore the animal, it sinks it's teeth into his white hakama and gives a little yank. After a moment or two of barking and whining and hakama pulling, Kenshin's heart breaks a little for the poor creature.
He turns and crouches at the dog's eye level, a sad look in his eyes completely at odds with the smile on his face. "You need to stop doing that, that you do. This one might not be able to help you. He knows nothing of your owner. This one is sorry, that he is." He gives the dog another little pet only to get licked in the face. Slobber all over that scar on his cheek.
"All right. All right. Fine. This one will help you. But you will have to help him. Can you lead me to your home?" It's probably strange for passers by that can't see the dog. All they would see is a small traditionally dressed man talking to the thin air.