call_me_spooky | x - 0022 [Kitsunegari]

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x - 0022 [Kitsunegari]

Question of the day: where are my pants? This samurai getup wouldn't be too bad if it fit, but my ankles are freezing.

In other news... It's worth mentioning that even though my partner has lost her ~~mind~~ memory and doesn't seem to mind what she's wearing, I'm pretty sure she does still know how to use her gun, so it might not be a good idea to mess with her.

[ooc: switched with

crossshapedscar ^^]

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A-ano...

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Would you be missing a... Western suit, by chance?

[ooc; omg your icon killed me XD]

...That would probably be it.

[ooc: bwaha! success >D]

[ooc; I can't seem to find a messenger handle anywhere to ping you with, but do you want Mulder to have gotten Kenshin's sword, or just the clothes? *next comment will be something about getting his sword back if so*]

[ooc: ack! sorry i fail at life, my aim was on like, all my other profiles except this one. T_T sure, he can have the sword. Mulder with a sword = excellent idea >D]

[ooc; hee hee, it happens, no prob!]

By chance are you in possession of a reversed-blade sword along with the clothing...? If so, he needs that back, and would prefer not to wait until the curse has ended.

[ooc; and on a side note, Kenshin says that Mulder can just keep the fundoshi after this >> *cackles*]

Yeah, you're more than welcome to it... It's a little too big to cut sandwiches with, so I have no use for it.

Saa... forgive his rudeness. This unworthy one's name is Himura Kenshin.

Where might be find you?

Yeah... it's nothing. Fox Mulder.

I'm in Building Five, I can meet you out front if you like?

[ooc: actionspam or assume? :3]

Alright. He will... be there eventually.

[ooc; I'm up for rurouni torture XD ~~he can't walk in the boats you call shoes, Mulder.~~]

[Mulder gives it a few minutes before heading downstairs, feeling kind of ridiculous in his stylish but far too small borrowed garb. It should be easy to recognize Kenshin, whenever he gets here-- since he'll be wearing a familiar outfit.]

[ooc: bwaha, poor thing >D]

[He... was probably going to need more than a few minutes...]

[However, by some grace of public embarrassment he had managed to get ONE of the two boats known as shoes off of his feet, so at least he could move at least half normally (with three tabi socks pulled over that foot, along with a found sandal).]

[As for the rest of him? He had managed to pin the pant legs up far enough that he wasn't tripping anymore--but as far as keeping the trousers themselves up? He was still stuck holding them for whatever terribly sense of humor the City liked to play on him, they would fall down, but they wouldn't come off.]

[At the very least, he probably should have been glad he wasn't stuck in women's clothes again.]

[A good time later--having had to make his way across the City from building ten battling baggy clothes and one clown shoe--a petite redhead, swimming in a suit at least four sizes too big, manages to make his way to the front of building five--without falling on his face again, even!]

[Having spent many years cultivating a calm and emotionless exterior demeanor, Mulder manages not to laugh. Or to cry, for the fate of his suit. Though he did wonder, as soon as Kenshin got close enough for such minor details to be visible, where his other shoe had ended up and whether it would be back on his living room floor where it belonged, tomorrow morning.]

[But no; the stoic agent remains stoic, and nods a greeting.]

You must be Himura Kenshin?

[He mercifully pushes the door open, ushering Kenshin into the slightly warmer lobby of the building. Partly to be polite, and partly because he's freezing his own ass off.]

[He is very, very appreciative of that fact, Agent Mulder. Very appreciative, indeed. And as for your shoe? It is currently safe and sound back in his bedroom. It may have a few cat hairs stuck to it, as Orenji is particularly interested in it and has been laying on it all day, but otherwise, perfectly fine~]

[Gives a firm nod, smiling uncomfortably.]

Aa, and you must be Mulder-dono?

[Really, there was no question--he recognized his own clothing--particularly his in-seem...]

[Shuffles into the building without delay. He's not a fan of the cold either.]

That's me.

[He doesn't sound particularly enthusiastic as he follows the shorter man inside. Being cursed is an eternal pain in the ass, especially when people around you are also losing their minds-- but never mind that.]

[Truthfully, Mulder's not really big on swords, so it takes some fiddling to get Kenshin's detached from the rest of his unfamiliar outfit. At which point he pauses, and turns a critical eye on the situation. Because he knows damned well that his suit doesn't really accommodate swords, and his fellow-sufferer clearly has his hands full, rather literally. Nonetheless, Mulder holds out the weapon, trying to focus on the badass I'm holding an awesome samurai sword thing as opposed to the my sleeves are way too short aspect of the situation.]

Not sure how you're gonna carry it back with you...

[Reaches out, taking the sakabatou in one hand--after all, he only needed one hand to hold the trousers up... but carrying the weight in the other was probably going to cause some interesting balance issues on the way back.]

[But he'd manage.]

He will be fine. Thank you.

[Takes a moment to maneuver until he's able to unsheath the sword by a few inches while still keeping a hand on the waistband of the pants so that he can inspect the blade--which if Mulder hadn't noticed beforehand, is on the inside edge of the sword instead of the outside edge. Satisfied by what he sees--or doesn't see--he clicks the sword back into the sheath, maneuvering until he is just holding it at is side with his free hand.]

[He gives Mulder a relieved smile.]

This unworthy one was rather concerned when he realized his sword was gone on top of the clothing switch. This sword hasn't left his side for ten years...

I can see how that would be upsetting...

[Mulder, in fact, hasn't noticed much about it, because given the various difficulties of the day, poking around with strange sharp objects has been low on his priorities. Somewhere after "go to work," "don't freeze to death," and "make sure there are pictures of various people's compromising outfits." What, he's a busy man. He offers a polite smile in return.]

At least the sword isn't stuck like the rest...

[That elicits a slight sigh. He's been trying to change his outfit all day, but he keeps ending up back in this, somehow, no matter what. Yay, City.]

Aa.

[He hasn't tried terribly hard to get the suit off--just tried to find ways to maneuver in it. Well over a year and a half in the City had taught him that struggling was going to be pointless.]

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