Board Thread:Tokyo Arc's/@comment-27973212-20160711014945/@comment-28238325-20160711043707

There was a dress, it was black and fine, so fine that It shimmered like the stars chosen to blanket the sky above a relatively quiet Tokyo. Fervent was the leer that hid behind a Samurai’s mask and it studied the crowd of monsters indefinitely too close for comfort. It was a time for secrets big and small and all who came this night retained a sense of anonymity by covering their faces with a wide variety of colors and designs. A warmth was growing in the depth of her darkest corner that could only be described to be anger. Granted, it was an emotion without a sound for in the reality she was being introduced to, nothing here was as it seemed surely. Here, there was no past and there was no legacy. There were no reputations to be sundered by shame and here she did not have a name.

Takamori breathed out gently against the sealed lips of the swordsman which bore a bold expression to any who gazed upon her figure. She was a painting of gold and shadows quite literally with few inches of her dripping with jewelry. For some time the samurai had been resting on her own upon a stool where an abundant amount of strangers were waiting. The circumstances of the infiltration had seemed less than overbearing however..Since arriving their numbers had grown exponentially. It caused a conundrum presented by a ghost to become much more bothersome. It’s bother rivaled in fact the irritation she was forced to endure this night dressed in a way completely out of her true character. Gowns and balls simply did not suit her, in her exclusive opinion.

"Lady MM welcomes you all. Please come inside, she will be with you all in a moment.”

“Help yourselves to some drinks."

The sound of her heels striking against such an exquisite floor blended in with a multitude of others as the crowd casually made their approach. This provided the woman  a sense of relief that her advance could not be differentiated or course without question Mayu would not allow that to be the only means of disguise for her ‘condition’s’ unique sound. The left leg was a Quinque developed via a genius mind and as such possessed the ability to alter it’s shape according to her will. Beneath a sea of exemplary black silk her leg had transmutated so that it mirrored the right’s heel also crafted utilizing a metallic material much like the prosthetic’s in nature. The result was a sound entirely equal to it’s parallel.

Masses split into sections more than likely joining those they attended with or perhaps noticed a fellow friend had been invited to the occasion. As time went on and the group had begun to move, Takamori followed and tucked beneath her arm a large evening bag that hid a trickster and an archer. None appeared to be the wiser as she sauntered along, whatever the mask maker had done to her guise was working it’s intention finely. The scent she carried was identical to the beasts that surrounded her. Whether eyes of killers were upon her mattered not in the least to the commissioner, there was none she did not intimately know pertaining to their location and in truth there was one notion insisting her attention. Once the fools were finished with the suspenseful announcement, the room came alive with gossip and merry. Invitations to indulge in drinks fell upon her uninterested ears but the crowd performed wonderfully by tending to their vices.

Lady MM, A name seldom heard and a rumor in the department until this moment. Casually, she searched the ocean before her for a particular unfamiliar face..Kinu Kin whom had generously extended the invitation in leu of some troubling rumors, where was the widow. Where was this golden rabbit?