Post by Kaitou Nagano on Apr 19, 2014 20:32:45 GMT -5
A weary Kaitou shuffled along the subway platform, sword held loosely in his left hand. Another night, another pack of Shadows sliced up. He'd managed to return from the Outer Circle unscathed this time, but his wounds from the other night's encounter still stung, evidenced by the slightly bloodied bandages wrapped around the man's arms."Mn... It's only eight... I probably have time to lounge around before going back," he mused, taking a moment to sit down at a nearby bench before pulling his sword out. It had gotten rather dirty in the last fight, and seeing as there was no one else around, he could take his time cleaning it before returning home. Reaching into his bag, the brunette pulled out a slender box containing cleaning papers and cloths and a bottle of oil. After taking another look to ensure he was alone, Kaitou set to work on cleaning his blade.In a way, this process helped him to relax. When he was younger, Kaitou was quite hotheaded, flying off the handle at the smallest jabs. Even when his grandfather roped him into kendo lessons, he still found himself losing his temper quite often. It wasn't until he was made to clean the family's swords as punishment for getting into a scuffle that he could channel his pent-up energy into something that wasn't destructive. He wasn't sure what it was, but cleaning and polishing the steel blade to a lustrous shine gave the man a sense of fulfillment that soothed him.As he was finishing up, the echo of footsteps caught Kaitou's attention. Users often came passing by the platform at this time of evening, so the person approaching probably wasn't anyone to be worried about. Still, it was best not to assume. He quickly returned his cleaning tools to the box and stuffed it in his bag before rising to his feet, blade grasped firmly in hand.'Who's there, I wonder.'