Board Thread:Tokyo Arc's/@comment-27973212-20160711014945/@comment-26021384-20160712024049

A youthful lad just over the cusp of adulthood was preparing himself for the evening's events, getting dressed up and fixed up in a manner that was nearly alien to him despite his status. Oliver Oxford, heir to his father's wealth and name, found himself invited to a special party which he had RSVP'd to almost immediately when the name on the card was taken note of.

Deciding that he would attend the party under the guise of Gecko as advised on the card, Oliver had to go out and get a full tuxedo for the event and a formal dress for the aide he was bringing along as his plus one, Alexa. In the week prior to the party, Oliver was busying himself with rides around Tokyo, seeking out high end tailors where they could do measurements and make a proper outfit. Not one for using his allowence from the trust on a regular basis, he made an exception to his own chagrin on the matter, having shelled out enough for the tuxedo and dress in question. Coming his orange locks and examining the tie in the mirror, Oliver inspected the slim fit tuxedo with a butler cut overcoat, always having found an overcoat that stops partway down the chest in the front and extends far down the back to be drole. He was going out to the nines with his attire, making sure everything was neatly cleaned and pressed from his tie to the gloves he slipped on over his hands. You don't need to hear about how his pants fit him, unless you're into that kind of stuff, perverts.

With his shoes put on and tied properly, Oliver reached over and grabbed his folding cane, locking it up in the folded position while grabbing a mask that had two large rectangular sections where the eyes would be, resembling a gecko, the mask oddly enough had three geckos designed across it. One splayed over the mouth and the other two chasing each other where the eyebrows normally can be found. Witht he mask on and putting on a hat lastly that fit the attire, of the top variety, Oliver made his way to a wheelchair, sitting down in it and waiting patiently for his personal assistant who, just as he was, was a ghoul.

As if on cue, Alexa strode into the room, dressed to the nines and beyond what would be considered normal for a maid. True she still wore the tiara of a made and had frills in the dress as was her choice of style, but the remainder of her outfit was an elegant one that was a blend between personal assistant and an evening gown. With hair of black and undertones of dark blue dyed into it and even a little teal, Alexa had hemmed off the skirt so that her legs were unobstructed by it. With her bird motif mask on her face, she was more than ready to cart Oliver to the car and then they could head to the 'masquerade' ball. With a smooth ride over, Oliver was helped out of the car by the driver and into the fold up wheelchair by Alexa, more than grateful for her help in the matter.

- After about a half an hour of waiting around and talking to those who spoke to him about his wheelchair, he would always respond politely and with a smile behind the mask, an announcement came from behind the doors as music picked up.

Finally! They were allowed in to the party to find out why they were all called. Under the names of Gecko and Harpy, Oliver and Alexa made their way into the party where they could begin to socialize. Oliver used to not even be able to stand, but thanks to Xanair he could! He was also a man eater now, literally. But now that he was a ghoul and had to hunt every so often, he had decided to keep up appearances by sitting in a wheelchair during the day and being toted around by Alexa. While not apparent to most who only saw Gecko in a wheelchair, maybe some of the highest members of ghoul society alone would know about him, maybe by some sense of animal instinct or smell.

Whatever, at least he and his maid were here now. Now they had to wait for the hostess to let them know why they were called here.