Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-28929139-20170710053634/@comment-25687356-20170711040441

Continuing Music from Last Post

Tiatsu had heard the small beginnings of some rable rousers but he paid it no mind. How could he? He just got an upgraded drink delivered by a somewhat attractive woman. The man behind him creepily said there is always more to be had. It was a statement Tiatsu couldn’t understand why he made it. It pertained to nothing Tiatsu even said. When Tiatsu slowly turned that direction a few seconds later he was gone. “Guess he had better riddles to spit. Good riddance.”

Though as he was beginning to drink his free upgrade the argument from earlier had completely spiraled out of control. The men were shouting at the top of their lungs. It was pretty distracting but for once it wasn’t any of Tiatsu’s business. He could just sit back and enjoy the show. That is when randomly the giant chandelier had fallen down from above and straight up squished two dancers into the ground. Instantly kill them and some glass fixtures flew everywhere. Some into his own direction but they didn’t reach far enough to actually strike him. Though once this happened screaming ensued which, for everyone to be screaming like this over one shocking appearance is odd. He immediately activated his sharingan and he was lucky he did.

Everyone was bee-lining towards the main door and a kunai was coming directly at Tiatsu. Immediately pulling out his own he leaped away from the counter laterally and struck it. Angling it so It went up into the roof, he then barrels rolled and stood to his feet. He didn’t even notice that it was coming for the lady behind him and hopefully she’d be thankful.

With his new sharingan he couldn’t sense or see Kideme’s chakra even though she wasn’t that far away so he ran into the main area that they entered from and his voice for the first time boomed into the entire parlor.

'“HAYATO!! CODE RED!”' Code red meaning he lost all sight of Kideme. Afterwards he ran to were the chandelier fell and tried to run backstage. Maybe she had run there when all the ruckus started.