[h3][i]20/4/20XX[/i][/h3]

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As Osamu got out of his final class of the day, he pulled out his phone to check his messages. He’d recalled it buzzing earlier, but he was in the middle of class at the time and had opted to wait. When he saw who’d sent it, and what it said, the gears in Osamu’s head started turning. He’d heard Seniji talk about putting together that team of his, but hadn’t actually met any of them yet. Maybe he’d finally found something worth calling everyone together for, maybe he just wanted to talk. Regardless of which, the young man needed to make a stop along the way. After all, if he was going to be meeting people he’d be fighting side-by-side with, a first impression was important.

Not far from the station, Osamu ducked into a side alley, and made his way down to a pair of trash cans that weren’t quite flush with the wall. Reaching past them, Osamu pulled out a small duffle bag he used to store just about anything he didn’t want his folks to take from between the cans and the wall. Like that cheap Kukri he’d bought. Or his smokes. Or his spray paint. Or the occasional beer. Or his jacket.

He tossed the Hane High uniform jacket into his bag, before producing something a little more… him. Osamu’s leather jacket was probably his favorite article of clothing, comfortable, suitable for most weather, and in his opinion, it just plain looked good. He sniffed it briefly, not finding anything more offensive than a whiff of cigarette smoke, and put it on before shouldering his bag and continuing on towards the station. He took a second to adjust his bag so a certain symbol was visible; a black crown, painted the light grey duffle with spray paint, complete with what looked like a thin black box around it from the stencil he used. It wasn’t the most subtle thing, but unless someone knew what it really meant, they'd likely think it was from a band or something. Then, without another word to anyone, he slipped into the Metaverse.

Ever since he found out about it, he figured it was the best way to travel. Or at least, to get around some of the more inconvenient things about commuting. Like worrying about ticket gates. Or lines. So long as he kept his distance from the shadows, and shifted back once he boarded the train, he didn’t mind using it as a little shortcut between dimensions.

With that, he was able to reach the Shibuya rather quickly, given that save a single train ride, he was on foot. When cars and other people appeared as shades that one could just pass through, congestion and traffic were a joke. As he made his way into the Scamble, he didn’t have to look very hard to find someone, at least, someone who wasn’t functionally intangible here. Seeing they weren’t dressed in any way that marked them as a threat, Osamu reached into his bag as he approached her, and pulled out a pack of cheap cigarettes.

“You here for Seniji, or are you just some poor sap who got lost?” He asked, as he offered her the pack.

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