#risho

He's thankful for the rain and cloud coverage, for it makes the streets dimmer and grayer. Gama blends in better that way. Puddles splash beneath Gama's feet as he makes his way down the alley, hunched and cautious of any humans that might be nearby. Thankfully, he's managed to avoid the larger crowds, but in Tokyo, there was almost always at least one human scuttling about. He grumbles, shoulders stiffening against the pelting rain. His large trench coat absorbs most of the force of the weather, and its popped collar helps to conceal his face. Of course, these aren't the only measures he's taken to disguise himself. Gama also wears a fedora, grey pants, dress shoes, and black gloves. Nearly every inch of him is covered, head to toe, so that no passersby would witness the pale color of his skin. By necessity, his eyes are not concealed, but the scarf across his lower face obscures the rest. He's a bit taller and thinner than most humans, but walking with a hunch and bending his knees seems to disguise that well enough. And, really, who could expect any less from the Master of Disguise? Near the end of the alley towards a street's dead end, Gama comes across the back of an ordinary apartment building. Ordinary enough, at least. He stops there and looks up at it warily before fishing a piece of paper from an inner coat pocket and examining it. He looks between the paper and the structure with scrutiny, eventually stuffing it back into the pocket whence it came with a satisfied nod. Before approaching the back door, Gama lifts a hand and mutters something, a dark glow emanating from splaying fingers. A string of wards gradually reveals itself, untangling like ropes once taut but abruptly cut. Only once they unravel and fade does he walk forward, opening a heavy gray door to slip inside and then shut it behind him. His soggy steps echo through the empty hallway quietly as he reproduces the paper and mumbles something while reading it. Upstairs, a couple floors. He makes his way there slowly, soaking in his surroundings as he shakes the collar on his coat. Gama finally comes to a numbered door after ascending some floors, and repeats the motion from outside to reveal and dispels another set of wards. He doesn't bother trying the lock and simply reaches for the knob. Risho would likely believe the wards were enough. "Hello, Risho? Are you here? It is Gama. I have arrived, as requested," He calls into the apartment as he walks in, shutting the door quietly behind him. @ask-risho