All hell was breaking loose in the residential district. This area, unlike the hospital, was consumed by an overwhelming madness. It seemed that everything was relatively calm at this hour though, potentially a break between the next execution. What a strange thought, what a strange world to wake up in. Roku found himself in this area, at his own risk, to retrieve some items from his apartment.
Approaching his door it would appear that his domain had not been looted at this time, which honestly was fine since the only thing he had a wealth of was liquor. The rest of his items were just his clothing and other items that he felt no attachment. Opening his door he would make his way through the living room, only to pause in front of a picture. It was a pretty simple picture of two individuals, himself and a dark haired older male. The more he looked at it the more an intense wave of emotion began to well up within him.
"Saemon..."
This was his brother, the brother he had forgotten since awaking in the hospital. Looking down at the image more thoughts began to flood his mind as memories started to return. He would turn from the picture and make his way towards his room. It was because of these new found memories of his elder brother that he had no time to waste. He had to find out what happened to Saemon, and sitting here reflecting was not the way to do so.
Reaching his room he would kick the bottom portion of his bed causing a hidden shelving unit to appear from the other side. Walking around to the open shelf he would find some items, the items that composed his ANBU attire. Rummaging through it he would pull out a brown suit and a red cloak. It was time to gear up.
This attire was new for him, and was one of the memories he did still hold. Following the battle with the Djinn his regular ANBU attire was torn to pieces so he needed to do something different. While sliding on the brown body suit he would look at himself in the mirror of the room. He would smirk a bit as it appeared like he was dressing up as some sort of superhero.
Just then there was an explosion that rocked off in the distance. His eyes would cut away and return back to his mirror.
A superhero, huh...
With a look of determination he would go back to his shelve and pull out one of his blank white masks and head towards his tiny work room he converted from an unused room after Saemon moved out. With a bit of his creativity he added a few touch ups to the mask giving it a 'face' and then found a couple of other accessories. He was not just looking to create a new ANBU persona, he was looking to create a new persona in general. A figure that could survive in this world where his memories were fuzzy, someone who could handle this anarchy without bringing attention to who was under the mask. He needed to find Saemon, he needed to find Kumiko, he needs to find Sousuke, but with the chaos outside it would be troublesome to walk around as Roku and potentially make enemies that would use his loved ones against him. So he needed to be someone different.
Looking at the finished product he could not help but smirk. It was a mixture of a folktale from his childhood and his own childish impulse to be a masked hero.
It was now time to enter the fray...
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Approaching his door it would appear that his domain had not been looted at this time, which honestly was fine since the only thing he had a wealth of was liquor. The rest of his items were just his clothing and other items that he felt no attachment. Opening his door he would make his way through the living room, only to pause in front of a picture. It was a pretty simple picture of two individuals, himself and a dark haired older male. The more he looked at it the more an intense wave of emotion began to well up within him.
"Saemon..."
This was his brother, the brother he had forgotten since awaking in the hospital. Looking down at the image more thoughts began to flood his mind as memories started to return. He would turn from the picture and make his way towards his room. It was because of these new found memories of his elder brother that he had no time to waste. He had to find out what happened to Saemon, and sitting here reflecting was not the way to do so.
Reaching his room he would kick the bottom portion of his bed causing a hidden shelving unit to appear from the other side. Walking around to the open shelf he would find some items, the items that composed his ANBU attire. Rummaging through it he would pull out a brown suit and a red cloak. It was time to gear up.
This attire was new for him, and was one of the memories he did still hold. Following the battle with the Djinn his regular ANBU attire was torn to pieces so he needed to do something different. While sliding on the brown body suit he would look at himself in the mirror of the room. He would smirk a bit as it appeared like he was dressing up as some sort of superhero.
Just then there was an explosion that rocked off in the distance. His eyes would cut away and return back to his mirror.
A superhero, huh...
With a look of determination he would go back to his shelve and pull out one of his blank white masks and head towards his tiny work room he converted from an unused room after Saemon moved out. With a bit of his creativity he added a few touch ups to the mask giving it a 'face' and then found a couple of other accessories. He was not just looking to create a new ANBU persona, he was looking to create a new persona in general. A figure that could survive in this world where his memories were fuzzy, someone who could handle this anarchy without bringing attention to who was under the mask. He needed to find Saemon, he needed to find Kumiko, he needs to find Sousuke, but with the chaos outside it would be troublesome to walk around as Roku and potentially make enemies that would use his loved ones against him. So he needed to be someone different.
Looking at the finished product he could not help but smirk. It was a mixture of a folktale from his childhood and his own childish impulse to be a masked hero.
It was now time to enter the fray...
MFT - 615
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