unknownrival: (Genderswap)
Ryudo Issei ([personal profile] unknownrival) wrote2008-09-30 09:54 pm
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[RL - Backdated to the beginning of the genderswap]

At the moment, the blanket on Issei's hotel bed was missing.

Said blanket was wrapped around Issei in an effort to ignore the fact that he... she had a wildly different figure now. If she didn't see it, it didn't exist.

This was not working very well.

"Ha... and I thought my life couldn't get any more bizarre."

Sighing, Issei buried her head in her hands and waited for Archer to arrive.

[identity profile] steelisblood.livejournal.com 2008-10-03 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Archer knocked on the door to the hotel room Issei was staying at. He had managed to earn some quick cash doing a night of work at the same warehouse he got the scar on his shoulder as a teen. He'd got a good enough chunk to buy Issei a few things and even managed to get Rin a gift as well.

Even though the gift for Rin was for another time and another place, at least he could help his friend out.

He said, "Issei are you . . . decent?"

[identity profile] jagan-glare.livejournal.com 2008-10-08 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Well, this was going to be an interesting little excursion; at least he and Ginji had had a job out this way earlier, so it wasn't much of a stretch for him to just drop Ginji off at the Honky Tonk and head back out. Besides, whatever the hell kept him away from Akabane in this whole genderbending period, the better.

Flipping his cell phone open, Ban checked the address of the restaurant against the one Archer had given him earlier. Truth be told, Ban was a little annoyed at the request; the Jagan wasn't something to be taken lightly, and once this was done, he'd have to be careful in using it again, at least for the next 24 hours.

Miss Ladybug was parked up on the side of the building, in enough shadows so that the police in this town wouldn't be ticketing or towing the car away. Finishing the cigarette between his lips, Ban dropped it on the ground, crushing it out underneath his shoe, then slung his hands in his pockets, striding calmly into the restaurant.

"Shouldn't be too difficult to find Archer at least," he mumbled under his breath, looking around.