Board Thread:Tokyo Arc's/@comment-27973212-20160711014945/@comment-28238325-20160717023621

“I do hope that wasn’t intended to tell me my disguise isn’t sufficient."

The arrival of their gracious host sparked life into the party once more. Music began to play and the voices around her lifted like a symphony. Each passing minute reminded her of the situation at hand even as Kinu managed to find her in the crowd and had placed herself near the commissioner in disguise. It was apparent to her that this lady of the night had her in her illustrious sights however the risk she’d been identified was neither high or low she thought it more likely that it was the statement of the masculine mask she’d chosen to wear that earned this sort of attention. After all it was not only the madam whom had noticed and those who had were generous with their vocal opinions. A few had come to her to comment on it’s splendor and it’s lure.

“..It’s simply a masterpiece, In a way it’s almost ingenious to wear it as a woman.”

“Yes, yes..Where did you acquire such a beautiful piece?”

Each inquiry was met with a lower tone than usual and a gesture to the vision of decadent black by her side. It was she who crafted such a mask and many more before it which was also her widely known talent to those attending the occasion.

''“..Kin your work is as always impeccable and may we say you look ravishing tonight. Twins in shimmering darkness..I’m sorry..who are you?”''

Takamori was quick to respond with a name she’d not heard herself repeat in many a long year. There was a pain striking her as it escaped she was unfamiliar with.

'''“Kaiyo. Simply Kaiyo.”'''

Idle pratter went on for a few minutes and the reality of the circumstances chose then to press her. If the night was going to continue on as it had toward the idea these mongrels had as ‘fun’ then the absence of the ghost was not acceptable. Her right hand lowered itself casually so as to rest upon her corresponding thigh atop the holster that her cell phone was attached to and hidden beneath the silk of her dress.

“ Excuse me, where can I find the bathroom?”

A party goer familiar with the lavatory pointed toward an unguarded lonely hall that was clearly a pair of gender segregated restrooms. Takamori wasted not a second more and slipped past a few congregations so that she could disappear through the door displaying ‘Ladies’ whilst the one by it’s side boasted ‘ Gentlemen.’. Once inside, she briefly glanced beneath a row of three isolated toilet cubicles only to discover that she was alone and for how long was unpredictable at this point.



Her hand reached out to latch the lock on the door that would allow other’s access and went into action. Firstly she tore the length of her gown up to expose the phone and at her touch it responded by quietly presenting itself to her and releasing it’s grip on it’s station. Secondly she tapped a number on the screen and placed the receiver against her ear. Although the mask was more of a helmet it wasn’t made of thick material and she could hear as well as speak with relative ease. The dial tone droned on past its first time as it did she turned to face herself in the nearest mirror. She truly did look astounding. The second passed by before she registered it happening. By this time her nerves that’d kept themselves in check were beginning to seep through their containment and make themselves known.



“..Come on..”

This was the only phone she tried to reach that didn’t immediately send her to the voice mail activation service. It meant that it was still on and or in tact and there was a very real but very slim chance he’d answer. Her left heel began to tap against the tile and her eyes wildly darted around looking for something to focus on that wouldn’t be of consequence to break. This was rediculous. By now it was on it’s fifth toll and things were looking bleak. Her thumb hovered over the button that would disconnect them when a shocking turn of events arose against all odds. Someone picked up. It took everything for the woman to not unleash proverbial hell upon his irresponsible back end. Shouting in this case would not be possible even if she desired nothing more than to shatter whatever ear drums were left to him after the many encounters similar to this one they’d had between them. Instead, a hushed tone and dialed back aggression would have to do.

“Yo.”

In the quietest yet enraged tone she could muster she answered his obviously lax greeting.

'“What do you mean yo?! YO???!?!?!”'

“…What’s up?”

'“….What’s up?!?! I’ll tell you what’s up! I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for HOURS now!! I required your immediate assistance HOURS ago!!”'

"I've uh..." in the backround there was a multitude of indistinct gurgling noises. She could only imagine what was happening on the other side of the conversation. "I've been busy.”

'“What in the world could have been more—..You know what. Never mind. I don’t want to know. I need you here, Now. , It’s an undercover operation and I am solo with a civilian ghoul agent aiding in the infiltration. I’m not sure how far along or dangerous it goes but the compound is filled with them with promises of ‘a show’. Attire is evening wear,elegant. Your mask will be outside near a planter in the front of the establishment as well as your invitation.”'

“..Ok.”     He responded and sounded as if he has been eating and was in mid bite. His mouth full of food. 

“..ASAP.”



She cut the connection and replaced her phone into it’s holster which retracted it back into it’s previous position. Her gown slipped overtop it and she took a minute to compose herself before exiting the lavatory. A glance at the party indicated all was as it had been before her brief absence and Kin was tending to many of the socialites wonderfully in her stead. Search for a guard of sorts or rather employee was as simple as passing under the doorway.

'''“..Excuse me, I need to go to my car. Please leave the door unlocked for my return.”'''

He seemed quiet but he did not deny her what she asked. As she traversed through the sea of beautiful lies he stayed at her back. Getting to the door he unlatched it’s mechanism and allowed her to step outside but briskly returned to where he had been stationed. Perhaps to avoid being scolded by a superior who may have told him not to leave his post. Finally alone, Takamori removed the golden mask that resembled a calm fox intricately more feminine in comparison to her's and stuck it firmly into the foliage of a plant a few paces away from the entrance. Within it’s mass was another invitation intended for he who would later pick it up and attend just as she had.



It took a brief two seconds to complete and the Samurai was back into the fray approaching where she had been perched before and intrigued eyes were glad to meet her once again.

“It’s a tad chilly outside isn’t it?”

On the night went and her words had insighted talk of the weather patterns.