Maki takes a look around the city. He didn’t know it’s name, and it was by no means able to compare to Konohakure, but it was much, much more than a village. Had to have at least a few thousand people in the downtown area alone. But right now he was interested in the bar ahead of him, a seedy an run down thing that had a notice of condemnation on the front window.
It was a good spot. The place was absolutely packed. And even better, it had no cameras. Now, the place next door had plenty, and was quiet and more….upscale. Maki heads for the former building first, however. He had things to do. As soon as he enters the bar, he heads for the bathroom in the back. Maki steps in and looks through it, making sure he’s alone. With a check to verify, he looks into the mirror and begins to form handseals. His form begins to shift slightly before a cloud of smoke envelopes him and covers all sight.
The bathroom fan disperses it quickly enough, revealing an altered image in the mirror now. He’d lost an inch in height, and quite a bit more in weight. His hair, that black-brown affair that was kept so short, was now silvery, and his ever-changing eyes had settled on an amethyst coloring. His red and black outfit had also changed, the jacket, pants, shirt and armoring replaced with a black and gray robe with silver trim and a red toga draped on him. He had black pants and combat boots, and as he opened the robe slightly it revealed the crimson tattoo on his chest of a sword stabbed into a bleeding tree.
The spitting image of Senju Kazuki. Member of a clan from Leaf itself, Sennin of Sunagakure. Stamper of the letter in his pocket. And the guy who threatened to have him arrested and punished for whatever happened to him that night so long ago. He’d not heard of himself hurting anyone, so the man’s thread was definitely uncalled for.
Even his weapons had changed, he noted as he went to leave. The katana was now shaped like a more normal longsword, and the other weapon took on the guise of a hunting rifle. Fun since both looked like normal katana before this.
With a whistling tune coming to the air, Maki steps out of the restroom and makes his way out of the bar. He wanted to be on camera for the next bit. His eyes catch the name of the next building as he goes into it. Super Sentai Steak And Ramen House. No guards, but a sign on the door stated it was being recorded via CCTV. He quickly noted the cameras, most aimed at the registers and some at the tables. None at the entrance, oddly. He smiles and makes his way to the bar, taking a seat.
It was a good spot. The place was absolutely packed. And even better, it had no cameras. Now, the place next door had plenty, and was quiet and more….upscale. Maki heads for the former building first, however. He had things to do. As soon as he enters the bar, he heads for the bathroom in the back. Maki steps in and looks through it, making sure he’s alone. With a check to verify, he looks into the mirror and begins to form handseals. His form begins to shift slightly before a cloud of smoke envelopes him and covers all sight.
The bathroom fan disperses it quickly enough, revealing an altered image in the mirror now. He’d lost an inch in height, and quite a bit more in weight. His hair, that black-brown affair that was kept so short, was now silvery, and his ever-changing eyes had settled on an amethyst coloring. His red and black outfit had also changed, the jacket, pants, shirt and armoring replaced with a black and gray robe with silver trim and a red toga draped on him. He had black pants and combat boots, and as he opened the robe slightly it revealed the crimson tattoo on his chest of a sword stabbed into a bleeding tree.
The spitting image of Senju Kazuki. Member of a clan from Leaf itself, Sennin of Sunagakure. Stamper of the letter in his pocket. And the guy who threatened to have him arrested and punished for whatever happened to him that night so long ago. He’d not heard of himself hurting anyone, so the man’s thread was definitely uncalled for.
Even his weapons had changed, he noted as he went to leave. The katana was now shaped like a more normal longsword, and the other weapon took on the guise of a hunting rifle. Fun since both looked like normal katana before this.
With a whistling tune coming to the air, Maki steps out of the restroom and makes his way out of the bar. He wanted to be on camera for the next bit. His eyes catch the name of the next building as he goes into it. Super Sentai Steak And Ramen House. No guards, but a sign on the door stated it was being recorded via CCTV. He quickly noted the cameras, most aimed at the registers and some at the tables. None at the entrance, oddly. He smiles and makes his way to the bar, taking a seat.