[Note: Since my cuts don't work, I'll try to put as small manga info in here as possible! Part of this is also headcanon stuff about Tezca and the mirror dimension thingy (as in the way Shinigami-sama is always able to go into his mirror) so I just made up stuff ORZ Also please keep in mind that these are tagged with "manga spoilers" so just use tumblr savior or something if you're scared to stumble about info you don't want to know yet during this RP everyone.]
Moving around via mirrors was surely one of the biggest advantages of being one himself. Tezca had all the time of the universe here to let his wounds heal and help his colleagues out with the gathered information. After everything that happened it was nearly like having a break from all the traveling around, barely having time for a single cigarette. Telling the others in the Death Room goodbye for now - leaving all of this responsibility in their hands - he sighed. Looking down on his own body he wondered how long it would take this time. In the normal world, there wouldn't have been a chance for him to survive, he should consider himself lucky. Yet the demon weapon couldn't help but feel absolutely useless like this. He knew that it wouldn't take too long for him to be able to support the Shibusen once again, but in this very moment - Oh, how he hated this kind of emotions.
Stretching his distorted body and starting to just walk into the bright nowhere he was in, boredom fastly overtook his worries about these people, about the students, these children. While he couldn't be much more busy in the real world, his duties here came to a pause. With nothing left to do than to rest and no one to talk to other than himself he decided to get rid of the disturbing silence. He started to hum a random melody. Was this how Justin had felt without his music?