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For those accustomed to yearly holidays, this date no doubt signaled the start of Halloween; a holiday where citizens and warriors alike could dress and adorn themselves in frightful outfits, each varying from witches to vampires, to anything else one felt was fashionable enough on such a popular tradition. Everyone from soul society, the land of Sugiura, and other warriors of fame traveled towards karakura in order to enjoy the festivities. Of course, in order to actually have a party, they needed a location to decide on. After much thought, everyone decided they would go to... the house of Alex Washi! And so, without any further problem's everyone brought much food to be cooked, lots of beer and other drinks, and began preparing the party. Decorations of the terrifying, yet comical sort, littered the walls. Everything from the food to drinks, were prepared in accordance to everyone's preferences, and just about every person willing to party were arriving with very unique costumes. With everything prepared, and everyone making their way to the celebration, this Halloween night was sure to be one to remember for the ages.
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A being arrived on the doorstep, swiftly making his way inside the house. On his head was a strange wig; white that went down almost to his eyes, with very loose hair that went down to the back of his neck in back and just past his normal brown hair in front. Upon his chest he wore a shirt with zig-zagging V neck gray and white; and his pants were a solid black. He was lanky in size, but if he smiled you could see an extremely cocky grin on his face, his mouth stretched from the inside by enhancers. His eyebrows were clipped thin, dyed gray. Around his neck was a black collar; and on his chest he had a pair of headphones trailing out of his shirt, looping through a hole in his collar into his ears. His appearance was perfectly modified; no one could tell visibly that he was truly someone else entirely.
He moved swiftly as his feet carried him through the crowd, the smile permanently on his face as he reached into a pumpkin head, pulling out some candy. He expertly unrolled one with lithe hands; before shoving the sugary confection in his mouth. He chewed around his enhancements, before swallowing and smiling once more. He began to look around himself as he wandered back into the crowd, wondering if anyone would notice him, the one so expertly skilled, so amazingly gifted...
That Asobigokoro Gādian's appearance was exactly the same as that of Shadin Yuudeshi.
Before the house of Alex Washi, a hole of white energy forms upon the ground and four illuminating white tendrils fluently grow from the hole as it twists into a cone Upon formation, A pair of wings, black with ruffled plumes of crow feathers that lively flutters even in idle. As the wings retracts towards the ground, the cone dissipates and reveals a hooded woman with long, silvery hair, hazel eyes, and yellowish skin. Her lips, her eye shadows and upward crescent matched her dark dress that are decors with the simplicity of an under-gown and dress-coat that reflects a raven presence while a belt seems to have no other purpose than to have the dress contour to her bodily frame. Yet the one feature that would make this woman known is her petite size that would make most high school girls seem...tall. As the woman appears, the wings vanish and the hole closes up.
She is Hanako, the short woman of many talents, except for "keeping cool if insulted" as she arrives to the door with a dark walking stick by her side that is straight enough to be of an expert's craftsmanship. Why she would come to this party? It is part of her social status as one of the upper class folk who has a knack of throwing parties for even a newborn baby's first walk. In the past, she also appeared in many formal parties, even with the Yuudeshi Clan, but this time, it would be a prominent family of the Washi Family, famed for a strong pronounced member of the family, Colin Washi, the Eagle Man (or so she thought.) To Hanako, she can handle her own, but to any upper class folk, no lady should be left not escorted. Luckily, it is an informal party, so she is alright...for now. As the door was opened, Hanako slips on gracefully and with a smile, greets the host and what she thought was Shadin, but quickly recognizes him to be Aso. Going along with the joke, she bows to a curtsy towards Aso, "Hello, Uncle." Knowing by marriage, she is also related to Shadin's wife, Midori. However, this is a long story.
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"I took roleplaying and storytelling with a live-and-let-live attitude, thus the idea of a character doing something out-of-character would add more to the character than letting it stagnate into an archetype or a character. Here: A rapid change to a character must be met with an in-the-moment conflict. Ta-da! A rule to live by!"
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Tap, tap... Tapping carefully on the rooftops with little time to spare, the lithe figure in its cloak could be seen running along through the night, moon in the background, lighting them up. Pale grey hair and eyes moved with each touch on the rooftop as the figure ran through the streets, searching for whatever it was looking for--this was a strange way to go, but the figure felt it better to make an entrance than worry about anything else. As it ran across the tops of these roofs, the blowing wind knocked down the hood to reveal none other than Izayoi Sakuya; dressed in the garb of the Assassins. As she jumped off of the final ceiling, she landed carefully on the ground before this house with a calm smirk and careful steps. It was unusual for her to even go to the Human World, so to not only do that but make an entrance at a Halloween party of all things? It was unheard of. In order to make herself known, she had made this entrance.
Standing at the door with a slightly flustered expression, the Iramasha Councilman sighed and took a single step forwards, pushing the door open and simply walking in--was there anything else she would need to do in this situation? Her stopwatch was hooked up and hidden, and her body moved with a simple and carefree nature. Looking around, she noticed that a few had walked in, and she raised her hood over her head to mostly hide herself, closing her eyes and chuckling. Every weapon she carried was real--down to the hidden blades on her wrists, so she had to be careful with that. From the corner of her right eye, she noticed someone who was almost exactly dressed as Shadin Yuudeshi. A strange costume, she'd think to herself, but she wouldn't worry about it too much. Chuckling softly, the extremely short Assassin would also notice a woman... she couldn't quite tell through the costume who they were, but from the senses she had and her own eyes, it appeared to be Hanako, wife of Koichi... or something like that. Sighing softly, she would move lithely through the growing crowd, looking for a quiet place to take a seat...
Andrew had a wide eyed sense of curiosity as he looked around. Though he was a vizard, he still had been curious about the other races he had seemed to bump into every now and then. He wondered what else other than the hollows or quincy would also be here as well. Without a hollow hole and mask fragment, he wasn't sure which was which even now in costume. Speaking of which, the vizard had been wearing a chef uniform that he had used at one time when he had decided it was safe to come out from his self imposed exile. He had a white chef jacket with dark black stretch pants and the tools of the chef strapped to his back: a knife set to cook with. He watched curious the various people around, wondering what they were before going straight to the food that needed to be prepared. A big smile started to form on his face as he walked over to the kitchen to see if anyone else was getting food prepared.
The vizard washed his hands, taking his steel and chef knife out as he began to sharpen his blade briskly while maintaining the angle he needed for consistency in his blade's edge. He started to work on the vegetables first, knowing that those would need to be prepared first before the meat. As he started to slice a mountain of onions, his smile remained cheerful as he hummed to himself. He didn't seemed to be bothered by the onions as its fluid started to make his eyes water. But even as the sting of the fluid hit his eyes, he loved what he did. All the while he did cut vegetables he still wondered who else he would meet at the party next.
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As two new participants entered the room after izayoi's arrival, everyone could certainly tell the party was starting to become more livelier with everyone's appearance. Hanako dressed in garb that resembled a Gothic dark angel, Asogibokoro emulating Shadin Yuudeshi by dressing up as the eccentric individual, and Izayoi who adorned herself within the robes of an assassin, ready to strike at any second. Indeed, with such distinct outfits, this party was sure to be one to remember with all of these individuals housed in one place. And lo and behold, two new entrants had made their arrival no sooner than Izayoi arrived. The first was a woman who's features would no doubt incite the attention of any heterosexual young man. Dressed as a maid, this individual lady possessed a beauty that was otherworldly, a step above the norm. Her skin - a shade of milk chocolate brown - shined within the neon lights that complemented the ceiling, with no blemishes or other unseemly skin defects to be found. Possessing deep amber eyes with a set of elf-like ears that stand out like a deer in headlights, she was a woman who would instantly seize the attention of anyone from first glance. Under normal circumstances, she would travel around as metallic crimson red spider, surveying the location as a means of reconnaissance in order to gain further information on the whereabouts of her master's enemies. Today, however, she was wearing a special maid's outfit as a homage to the present Izayoi and because she particularly thought such an outfit complimented her features increasingly well. She was Muramasa the 3rd, a masterpiece Tsurugi with a curse that one could deem a living hell. However, Muramasa did not have such perception. To her, it was something passed down her family line of blacksmiths, a curse that embodied equality, however destructive as it was. As she continued to move with an elegant gait, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable... Why was that? She wondered, sarcastically.
The answer to her discomfort was the second individual - a male who stands at a height of one-hundred and eighty eight centimeters- walking beside her. On normal occasions, he was of the sort you would never care to notice at first glance. His aura, both dark and gloomy, reminded one of a lonely man with no care towards life itself, caring not for the next tomorrow. Even with such an aura, there was still happiness inside his heart. However distant it was, the man still aspired to seek that happiness, even though he had always felt that something as pure and beautiful as being happy was nothing short hypocrisy when placed beside someone like him. Even still, happiness came his way and though the regrets still grow, there is perhaps a path that exists for redemption but of course....
This was a halloween party, who the hell wanted to be subjected to any tragic stories like his? Not a single damn one. In fact, it was the last thing on his mind as well. However, why was Muramasa uncomfortable around her master? Looking back at him she couldn't help but sigh...
『Though i know wholeheartedly that it was difficult to secure a proper Halloween costume... hanging around you right now with that expression on your face is truly disconcerting. Do you truly think someone will even spare us a passing glance with a face like that? 』
「Whatever do you mean, Muramasa? I was under the impression that at these events one is allowed to put on whatever frightful outfits one can imagine. As i was unable to afford a proper outfit, i have contorted my face in such a way that it resembles a demon's mask, or something to that extent」
『You're hopeless. In other news, what will you do if Lady Izayoi see's you like that? As both her bodyguard and lover, i doubt she'd like to see you with such an expression. 』
「I suppose if worse comes to worse, i will merely undo my expression and act as though i'm not even present at this event. Either way, there is no benefit nor gain lost from this party if it should occur. 」
As the two conversed, they slowly but surely ended up bumping into Izayoi, with Muramasa falling face flat into the ground. Looking in her direction, Minato slowly shook his head, lifting her off of the ground as well as dusting her body off. At the same time, he directed his attention to Izayoi, already knowing of her identity through scent alone. Keeping up that same contorted, unusual expression he greeted Izayoi.
「Good evening, Lady izayoi. How are you enjoying this festivities so far? 」
One couldn't help but beg the question....
Just what wacky activities would occur with so many combustible elements right now?
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