Toudou Heisuke

(OOC: Black type is for Heisuke, Purple is for Okita.)

[On the morning of the 21st, Luceti might wake up to a lovely treat. The sound of one Toudou Heisuke screaming and running through house 40. He ends up knocking his journal off the table and turning it on.]

BEAR. BEAR. HOLY SHIT, THERE IS A BEAR. THERE IS A BEAR. YAMANAMI-SAN. TATSU!! GET OUT. THERE IS A BEAR!!

[He finishes tearing through the room with the sound of a bear grunting and growling after him, and once it's quiet?]

Ooh~ that was better than I thought it would be.

...Oops, is this thing on? Oh well. Toudou-san~ You better catch all the bears before they do something~

OKITA-SAN. GET OUT OF MY ROOM. THERE IS A ---AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

[The recording clicks off.]

(ooc; Okita is coming to troll you. Anyone and everyone who hasn't been out of their houses in awhile or needs to have a bit of excitement in their lives? Feel free to react here to a certain Shinsengumi troll having let a bear into your apartment/house/living area/store. Of course, the troll in question won't be around to be caught yet, but Heisuke will be running across town trying to stop the bears and drive them back to the forest.)

[Welp, this is not what he expected. His back hurts, he's been left out in the cold, strange world with nothing but an ugly pair of white pants, and...he has things growing out of his back. And a book with his name on it. Oh, and a ugly scar on his chest. So unfair.

Afterlife? You are officially on Notice. You suck. Hardcore. Like a sucky thing.

But at least you have cute wings. Even if they're painful.

Not sure where to go, he wanders around in the forest, tapping the book against his shoulder before carelessly flipping through it - and turning on the video and voice function. The video only shows flashes of the ground and grass or white-clad legs, but the voice picks him up loud and clear.]

---sucks. Where's a guy gotta go to see what's goin' on down below, huh? Ain't someone supposed to come greet me?

Man, I hope I don't get stuck here alone forever. Talkin' to myself is borin'. Reeeeeally boring.

...Whoa, was that a squirrel?