Arc 3: Canon KK-1 A Feast of the Ages

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Name: A Feast of the Ages] - The Adventure Name

Participants: [Up to 3 RPCs] - Who can participate?

Location: A Sprawling Madagascar Estate] - Where does this take place?

Difficulty Level: [Medium] - Easy, Medium, Hard, Extreme. How difficult is this adventure?

Setting: [DE] Is this DE or NDE? Death Enabled or Non Death Enabled?

Plotline: [The Senzaiku Prison system. Home to some of the most cruel and despicable criminals. Who can hope to police them, to manage them? The Wardens of the Prison on Inescapable Island are some of the most powerful beings in the human world, both politically, financially, and militarily. These men and women are all top-notch combatants capable of putting down riots single handed of many criminals who could take out a city block with just a punch. These Wardens, while powerful, often need time to blow off steam when not on duty. A handful of these Wardens, the richest and most extravagant, throw wild parties during their off week in an attempt to drown out the horrors of their job. If you want to get information on the prison and its inhabitants... One of these parties is the place to be.] - Explain the plot of your adventure.

Estimated Enemy Strength: [6-3] Estimate the strength of the NPC's people will fight in this adventure. Class 7-1, what is their strength on average?

Estimated Time Until Completion: [However Long it Takes] - How many pages do you think this adventure will run for until it is over?

Starts: [Now] - When does the adventure begin?

Special Conditions: [Xcution and Uzaki Enterprises members have "open invitations" that were given to their organization. They start the thread already inside the party. Any other Participants must infiltrate their way in somehow, thus they start the thread outside of the mansion and its grounds.] - Any special conditions, limitations, or other things.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Alright, now that we have 3 participants... Intros are required by Tuesday and a post will be expected every week. If you don't post, you'll be considered "skipped" temporarily, meaning your character will hesitate the socializing to the point where your conversation partner will wander off and you'll have to pursue some other means of information exploitation.

[Takara Takeda]

Moving through the crowd of people that were currently at the party Takara kept her eyes fixated on those that she might be able to get some type of info from on the Senzaiku Prison. Kazura had sent her to this part that was being held by so many of the Wardens of the prison. Of course there were other people here just as she who had nothing or at least very little to do with the prison and were just here because they knew something with connections. Takara could sense that almost everyone here though was spiritually aware and there was one person in particular that she knew was here. James it seems had also been sent by Kazura in order to gather info. Takara didn't mind she knew that something like this would more then likely lead to Kazura sending more then just her and she was glad to have a Mod Soul here more then anything else.

She stood in her black dress knowing that to most of the individuals around her she would be remarked as one of the most beautiful woman at the party. The fact that her dress was tightly fit to her curving body and that the middle of the dress was split revealing the sides of her breasts was specifically what would classify the dress as a pick up type. Her elegance and confidence along with her appearance was sure to bring about someone that would want to speak to her. Takara didn't in truth believe that she would have to track down anyone to get information. Whoever was in charge would more then likely have a sense of importance and would be after the most beautiful woman ever bringing them to her not the other way around.

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Strength: 50 (38)
Speed: 100 (75)
Spiritual Pressure: 229
Reiatsu Strength: 50
Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50
Instincts: 286 (429)
Senses: 100 (150)
Energy Sensory: 150 (225)
Healing Expertise: 0

Acting: 1
Focused Eye: 2
Battle Focus: 2
War Strategy: 2
Anti-Stealth: 2
Battle Analysis: 2
Charisma/Leadership: 2
Mathematical Implication: 2

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

Shōkan had 'procured' an invitiation to the gala being hosted by the senzaiku prison wardens. Let's just say it involved a ridiculous sum of money, a monkey, and Katrina wheedling Kazura Uzaki for a favor. As such, Shōkan was th eonly shinigami (that he knew of) in attendance of the party. As such, he couldn't seem to be weak could he? He was representing not only his clan, but his entire race after all...

Shōkan rolled up to the party in style. If there was one thing that the Kawada knew best, it was how to make an entrance. There are many ways to do this, an art form really, but Shōkan chose the shock and awe approach.a huge gate appeared in the center of the road leading towards the estate. This was the Kawada clan's personal senkaimon... So of course, it had to be significantly larger than any of the other clans... After all, they could afford it. From the portal came an entourage of vehicles, these were the attache's of the Kawada Clan. Guards, servants, political allies, these were the sycophants that followed and surrounded those in power. In the center of the caravan, was a large, extremely luxurious, limousine. Inside were two men, Shōkan Kawada, and his personal manservant, Geoffery Wilcox.

Reaching the mansion itself, Geoffery exited the vehicle, and proceeded to open the door for Shōkan, as rows of guardsmen, lined up along the carpet leading towards the steps of the oppulent mansion. One couldn't help but hear the whispers as he walked up the steps, flanked by Geoffery. Most of them were about his attire, which was admittedly exquisite. He wore black silk dress pants, and rather expensive black dress shoes. Over his shoulders, a large white coat, made out of very expensive cloth. His frame filled the coat nicely, under which, he wore a white tuxedo, with a black dress shirt. All of the clothing was exquisitely made, tailored to fit his dashing figure. Shōkan cut quite the look with his glacial blue eyes, and blinding white hair, this outfit acentuated his already immense natural looks. Walking into the building, Shōkan allowed a charismatic smile to grace his face as he greeted his hosts.

Geoffery relieved him of his large coat as he entered, and Shōkan made his way onto the ball room floor, stepping into the party with an ease that betrayed his years of experience in political manuevering. Shōkan didn't have to search, people came to him, immediately. Sycophants, and plebs for the most part. People trying to rub shoulders with the representative of the richest clan in the world. Shōkan danced the political dance as he waited for one of the big fish to arrive in his little socoal circle. While he waited, he began casually speaking with the ladies and gentleman around them, assuring them of the Kawada's rise back to power, regaling them with his famous tale, attempting to build freindships and alliances for the clan.

As his eyes roved over the ball room floor, Shōkan couldn't help but notice a particular woman standing alone at the edge of the floor. She was beautiful, possibly one of th emost beautiful women here, but that wasn't what drew Shōkan's eyes to her. Beauty should be admired, but it said little about one's character. No, there was something... Familiar, about the woman that he simply couldn't place. He had met her somewhere else, he was sure of it, but where? She seemed somewhat awkward, despite her graceful appearance. It was obvious she wasn't quite used to high class political manuevering yet, but, judging from the inteligent gleam in her eyes, Shōkan was fairly certain she would catch on rather quickly. making a mental note to speak with her before the night was over, Shōkan caused robust laughter to emanate from his group with a rather wittu joke. Yes, Shōkan was just at home here, in the oppulence of this mansion.

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{Stats & Skills}Strength - 135 [185] > [323.75]
Speed - 140 [190] > [332.5]
Spiritual Pressure – 50
Reiatsu Strength – 50 [100] > [150]
Light Aura - [100]
Dark Aura - [0]
Instinct - 125
Senses - 75
Energy sensory - 0
Healing Expertise - 0

Swordsmanship: 2
Hakuda: 2
Strength of Will: 2
Battle Analysis: 2
Analysis: 2
Charisma: 1

[Jem Carstairs]

Play this, though Kyo did not say so! muhahaha

Jem was sitting inside the limo, the limo that unlike this time was occupied with other Mod Soul from Uzaki Enterprises. He was dressed up yet again in an Armani suit of impeccable taste and fashion. This suit alone was worth almost everything inside his home back with Zachariah combined. His hair was pulled loosely back in a brown leather throng. His eyes alight with excitement, he played with his hair as he gave himself a once over in the reflection of the limo’s dark glass. His dress shirt was white and pressed, his vest was black in the back half with a steel gray front. His tie was the same color of gray, with a white blazer worn over the other pieces. His white slacks and white leather shoes completed the outfit.

Getting out first, he helped Takara from the car and followed behind her as they walked inside. At the top of the stairs were two ushers, they opened the doors after taking the invitations from both Takara and Jem. They both bowed low and spoke in unison, “Welcome, Honored Guests.” Jem himself thought it was a little strange. As he had walked in, he noticed the sheer size of the estate. It was humid even for the evening, and he could feel from the open doors the blast of cool air. Another show of power, the ability to cool such a populated building would take tremendous power, machines, and resources.

As soon as Jem walked in, he could hear the sound of music. There seemed to be a full orchestra to accompany their dinner tonight and socializing tonight. He could hear the sounds of Chellos, Violins, Violas and other string instruments. He was also able to hear the flutes, possible clarinets, and definetly could catch the trombone and tuba in the back with a snare and large percussion drum. He could hear this, and his foot began to tap to the beat. He could hear it, it was a waltz. A beautiful waltz, now if only he could find a partner, he began to look around for a suitable partner. As he did though, he found the food and not just a little bit of food either.

There was almost everything someone could ask for, red and white meat. Beef, Pork, Chicken, Fish. Along with a number of types of potato dishes and other starches, there were also a number of salads and casseroles. There were also a number of vegetables dishes, as well as edible decorative pieces. But what were honestly most abundant were the sweets, there were puddings, cakes, brownies, ice creams, Jell-O, and candy galore. There were so many, things he could try, he could partake in. But he couldn’t get distracted or ahead of himself. Jem's eyes widened at the apparent luxury. There were elegant chandeliers, beautiful tapestries, and the banquet itself was wonderfully placed.

He began to take note of the people that were here and the spiritual level that were being kept under control. Finding a woman around his age in appearance and power level in this room honestly wasn’t that hard. Now, walking up to her he held out his hand smiling as nicely as possible and offered, “Would you like to dance?” It was entirely up to her decision but to Jem putting his best foot forward in the information gathering, but who knows. He could use a bit of relaxation, and enjoy himself. There was potential not only to further the goals of Uzaki enterprises, but perhaps find allies of his own here. After all, you could never have too many friends.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

((The Mod Souls should put their stats and skills in their intros, seeing as that seems to have been forgotten. Also, posting order at this point in time will be loose. You can post whenever, but if 48 hours have gone by then you will be skipped.))

Takara, Jem, and Shōkan would enter the estate to a party already in full swing. The festivities had already been going on for days, with people coming and going as they pleased. Less people left than were arriving, so the dance floor was starting to gather quite a bit of a crowd. People from all walks of life (read: wealth, more wealth, all the wealth, and the wait staff) were mingling with one another on the wooden panels that stretched an area of room larger than most suburban houses. With the music playing a particularly loved tune, little of the dance floor was being occupied by those who weren't dancing, which made the guests without partners stand out all the more and become easier to find.

Takara stood on one edge of the floor, trying to look important enough to have someone important come ask her to dance. While she received many looks, especially from men mentally undressing her, it took awhile before she had anyone actually come up to her to engage in conversation. "Champagne, madam, or maybe an hors d'oeuvres?" The wait staff was the first to approach her, a tray of alcohol in one hand and a tray of various crackers and other morsels of food in the other. The waiter who had come to her was a tall boy, looking no older than 17, with short black hair kept in professional condition. He didn't look impatient, as if he wouldn't mind making small talk under the guise of doing his job.

Shōkan had found a group of fullbringers, talking about business, and had managed to make them laugh with his wittu joke, though they didn't appear to include him in the conversation much. He was an outsider, one whom had obtained his invitation through connections rather than being invited himself. This made him unknown to the Hosts, much less the guests, the latter of which were less inclined to include him in talk of sales and mergers and the like. They let him stay standing there, let him hear them, but when he tried to include himself in the conversation they would not so subtly avoid his comment and move on.

Whether or not he chose to stay with that group, the Shinigami would feel a tap on his right shoulder. If he turned to his right, he wouldn't see anything, but would feel a tap on his left shoulder shortly afterwards. Upon turning all the way around, he'd see a short woman of about five feet in height standing behind him, a smirk on her face. Her long red dress went from the floor to the strapless top which revealed a lot of her body's curves and assets. With a white gloved hand on her sequined hip, she spoke to him once he had faced her. "Hey there, you're not from around here, are you, Mr. Shinigami?" That last word had been heard by Shōkan, though the lady's lips had not moved. Somehow she could speak directly into his head. If he was interested, she was wanting him to dance with her.

Jem had reached a young woman, appearing to be in her early twenties, who was sitting down at a table and asked her to dance. She raised an eyebrow at him, hesitated as she considered the proposal, then accepted his hand. "I'm much more of a Samba than a Waltz." She removed her jacket and left it on the chair, revealing a knee length black dress with a very conservative neck line. She definitely knew how to dance the Waltz, even though it wasn't her preferred style of dance, but she stayed tense and reserved. Maybe she hadn't been dancing for a reason? Whatever the reason, she hadn't opened up to Jem just yet.

[Takara Takeda]

While there were a large deal of individuals in attendance of this party it seemed that all of them were simply perverted cowards. Takara of course knew she was attractive and that was her game plan for the time being. Yet when she had come up with that obvious simple plan she had believed that there would be some men or at least a few woman at the party that would have the nerve to actually speak with her. From what was going on though it seemed that all of them were simply to perplexed by her beauty to even give a try at speaking with her. A nuisance something that Takara was growing quickly irritated about marking down that it seemed most people didn't have the nerve to express their feelings just a basic description of pathetic individuals.

It took a few minutes of standing around until one of the waiters was the first to speak with her. Takara saw the body moving towards her and while at least the boy had the nerve to speak with her there might not be much to gain from speaking to a servant. Her thoughts quickly shifted though as she realized that was completely in reverse. Servants were always the best to speak with when in the mood to gather information. This boy was a waiter which meant he'd been moving throughout the crowd for awhile now and more then likely had heard some of the conversations that the others in this party were going through.

Takara came to the conclusion that the boy would be a suitable target for her to gather what she wanted to know at least somewhat. The boy was rather tall much larger then herself and when he actually reached her she put on a playful smile looking up at him. When he asked if she would care for champagne it only took a moment for her to gently grab ahold of the glass and take it off the tray. "Now what's this. It seems that the roles are reversed at this party. A boy as handsome as you with the manners of a gentlemen. From what I see more then half these fools should switch places with you."

Takara moved her left hand up putting her index finger on the boy's chest gently. "I doubt you like this position. You're not a servant you're better then that. Better than them now isn't that right. How would you like to make them all jealous hmm? I'll make you a deal you tell me anything I want to know and I'll make sure that at the end of the night every man in this place will be wishing they were you when they all go home." Takara took a few small sips of the champagne being as careful as she could not to get her purple lipstick on the edge of the glass yet to very little success.

[Jem Carstairs]

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{Still the same song, dancing time.}

Jem took her hand and walked her over to the dance floor. She noted that she was much more comfortable with the Samba. As he placed his hand on her waist and began to dance, he smiled sympathetically. “I completely understand, it would however be a shame to waste such a beautiful song while it still plays. And who knows, maybe we’ll have some nice samba music later in the evening. I know I wouldn’t mind seeing you grace our presence with your preferred style of dance.” He fell into a rhythm of the waltz. His footwork was superb, he’d been taught years ago by Zachariah, in hopes that it would increase his socializing in his later life.

As he led her across the floor he was able to take a better look at her features. She looked a little older, but she wasn’t as tall as him even in her shoes. “Forgive me, where are my manners? My name is James Carstairs, it is a pleasure to meet you.” There was a twinkle in his eyes as he said this; it seemed that as Jem got more comfortable. There was something that was bubbling through to the surface more and more. There was an innate charisma about him, one that was both light and appealing, giving him a very friendly personality. As they cut through the crowd, he chuckled lightly. The room was intoxicating and it was very easy to forget that they were on a mission. However it didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying himself.

The lady in front of him was very beautiful, and he could take his time. She seemed very reserved, her dress spoke of this. Her apprehension to his offer to dance spoke of this. But that was okay, there was quite a lot of time left in the night for them to make talk and if she didn’t want to, he would respect her wishes. He was after all, a very kind and respectful soul. As he danced, he noted the wait staff making his way to Takara, however his senses lacked the power to listen to their conversation he would let his eyes slide over them in case something happened. He needed to be prepared, even as he was having fun.

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{Stats and Skills}Strength - [100] (70) Points

Speed - [300] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [250] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [200] (300) Points

Light Aura - [80] Points

Dark Aura - [20] Points

Instinct - [100] Points

Senses - [100] Points

Energy sensory - [50] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1100] Points

That's all for the template. There are a LOT of stats, but don't get choosy and just give some to all. The result could be quite negative.



Abilities



[Martial Art: Shaolin Kung Fu] [2]

[Mental Ability: Analysis] [2]

[Mental Ability Battle Analysis] [2]

[Mental Ability: Pain Tolerance] [2]

[Spiritual Ability: Strength of Will] [2]

[Weapon Style: Gunchaku] [1]

[Social Skill: Charisma/Leadership] [2

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

Just as the seclusionist attitudes of the merchants was becoming exceedingly tiresome, Shōkan was approached from behind. The intruder was a woman, wearing a red strapless dress. She had a curvaceous figure, and the dress complimented her body to a startling degree. The height difference was fairly noticable however, Shōkan towering over her with his above average height. "Hey there, you're not from around here, are you, Mr. Shinigami?" How intriguing, it appeared the woman was some sort of telepath. Shōkan had encountered so few of them these days, that alone, not even taking into account her beauty, would have caught Shōkan's attention. Shōkan wasn't overly worried about her reading his mind. For one, she might only be able to project her thoughts, and not read them. For two, Shōkan had nothing to hide. He had found that the best way to deal with mind readers was to open yourself up to them, willingly pulling them into your mind and showing them what you want them to see, so that they aren't tempted to dig in dark corners.

That being said, if she could read his thoughts, she would hardly be excited by his analysis of the situation, so, with a force of will, Shōkan took his thoughts to the present, bowing politely to the lady. "Salutations, my lady," Shōkan gave her an infectious grin, "I am called Shōkan Kawada" he said as he took her hand bent to kiss it (Making sure to kiss his own thumb, as was only proper ettiquette with someone you have just met). "It seems you have me at a disadvantage my lady, you seem to know a bit about me, and yet I am utterly in the dark as to you. Would you care to enlighten me on the dance floor?" it was clear that not only was Shōkan a versed dancer physically, he could also dance to the tune of social graces with just as much skill. As the two headed onto the ball room floor, a new song began to play, and the two would swiftly begin to waltz.

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{May I Have This Dance?}

"I must say, that bit of telepathy was quite intriguing," Shōkan gave the woman a wink, "Do you have the skill to hear my own thoughts as well, not just projecting your own?" Depending on her answer, Shōkan would either mentally or verbally continue the conversation, gathering information about the woman specifically, her name, general information about her... Pleasantries. All of this would be accomplished cheerfully, and a bit playfully, during the dance. That charismatic smile of his never quite leaving his handsome face. Eventually Shōkan would continue to different matters, but for now, Shōkan devoted his attention to the fascinating woman he was dancing with, building a rapport with her before he actively began searching for information, answering any questions of hers about himself that were within his power to answer.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Takara turned on the charm... and turned it to eleven. Her compliments were oozing with seduction, and they were quite blunt and to the point. The young man's brain started processing what she was saying, and it was almost as if Takara could see the gears turning in his head. He bowed politely to her as he took a step back away from the finger on her chest. "You flatter me, ma'am, but this is just a job. And while it is a job that may not be as prestigious as that of the Hosts, I still need it to pay my debts and my bills. One night of pleasure isn't worth being out on the street jobless. That being said... I'm allowed to make small talk, if you wish. The Hosts aren't completely unreasonable, though usually this doesn't come up as the guests tend to want to talk to other guests." The boy hadn't expressed too much emotion, as if mostly unimpressed by her seduction attempt. After all, he was an aide to some of the most powerful fullbringers on earth. You had to be tough enough to survive the job, much less function.

Jem, similarly, wasn't having much luck having his dance partner open up to him. She was an onion of a woman, extremely cold towards him. She looked distracted as he laid his pick up lines on her, and she seemed to just go through the motions through the waltz. She was an exceptional dancer; her body moved gracefully across the dance floor to such a degree that Jem would find it difficult to keep up at times with her effortless motions. But he managed, and he'd catch just a spark of respect from her as he did so. But it vanished almost as soon as it appeared. When he offered his name, she did respectfully offer hers, though her tone was still cold and distant. "Sarah. Sarah Nightingale." She didn't offer up any more conversation, so Jem would have to push her again if he wanted her to respond. But how long would that work before she grew tired of him?

Shōkan, however, had an extremely talkative partner. She had laughed at his question about her telepathy, just offering a wink. She preferred he stay guessing whether or not she could read his thoughts. Her voice must be maddening to an untrained and unsteeled mind, for every other word seemed to come from directly inside his head, rather than from her lips. First she'd give her name, but her last name would be projected into Shōkan's mind at the same time as her first name reached his ears. "Elyse Stokes" All other of his questions would be answered this way, with the basic information said with her lips and the more sensitive information said with her mind. To the outside ear, they would be simply getting to know each other, but who knows what was going on inside Shōkan's mind.

[Jem Carstairs]

It seemed that Jem’s over the top charisma wasn’t working. This caused his smile to fade and be replaced by a thoughtful expression. They were dancing to the beats in time of the waltz, but it seemed that his partner seemed distracted, or better yet annoyed to have to dance at the moment. He let her name roll off his tongue. “Sarah.” His voice was an abrupt change as well. It was more reserved, quiet. The charisma was still there but not a suave type as if he were a bachelor or pick up artist. Just someone that was happy to be making conversation, what little conversation they’d had which was actually almost non-existent. He turned her in time to the beat and then dipped her as expected.

“I must say, I’m sorry if I bothered you earlier. You looked like you weren’t enjoying yourself. I thought perhaps a dance would be much more uplifting.” James said this with no flirtation, only empathetic concern for his dance partner. He didn’t wish to force his company on anyone. He was here to enjoy the night, and he would do it without bothering Sarah with constant hounding. As the song came to an end and they danced their final turn. James took a step back and bowed. “Thank you for the dance Sarah Nightingale. It was fun.” He smile genuinely and turned and made his way over to one of the table to sit and think for a few moments. Upon finding an empty one, he sat and pondered what to do next. So far he was Zero for One on the friends department.

[Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ]

Shōkan smiled playfully as he danced. Elyse was an exemplary dancer, and Shōkan hadn't had th epleasure to step onto th edance floor in literally centuries. Not to mention Elyse' unique form of communication. At first, Shōkan had found it a bit disconcerting, but his vast mental experience and strength of will allowed him to adapt to it relatively quickly, to the point where he welcomed the quite intrusion. Shōkan found the little, private tidbits she shared with him intriguing and informative, learning a few things about her in the process. Of course, she couldn't make things too easy could she? Answering his questions in a playful manner, dancing around the conversation just as gracefully as she was dancing on the ballroom floor.

Continuing the conversation Shōkan said with a bit of false modesty, "Oh? What could an unranked shinigami like myself have done to attract such a beauteous woman as yourself to this soiree?" Grinning at her, Shōkan twirled her about, her feet as light as a feather. Curious, Shōkan delved for more information about this young woman. He couldn't help it, he hadn't had such a genuinely interesting conversation since before he was sealed, it was only natural for him to want to learn more about his daning partner. "Unique sales huh? What might that entail my lady? You wouldn't happen to have any connection to Uzaki Enterprises would you?"

[Takara Takeda]

Well it seemed that her attempt at spending at least some of the night away from the boredom of this party was ineffective. The kid was set on the job at hand and while that actually would make him a valuable subordinate it didn't really aid Takara at the moment. Now that any type of fun she could have had with the boy was basically void there was only one thing that she needed from him. Taking her finger from his chest Takara sipped from the glass for a moment. She was here to get information on the prison nothing else really so the most direct way of doing so would be to speak with whoever was hosting this party.

"If you don't mind could you bring me to one of the hosts?" The boy himself had just brought them up stating that they weren't completely unreasonable so Takara actually asking to see one of them wouldn't come off as a random question at this point. Parties and elegant gatherings were normally Takara's main stage yet this one was filled for the most part with individuals that she found boring. For the time being she wished to find someone interesting that could lead to information being gathered and just hoped that one of these hosts could fit the bill.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

Sarah hesitated slightly as Jem left, but did not pursue him. She went back to her own table and sat down, once again staring off into space. If Jem kept watching her, he would see several more gentlemen approach her for a dance, but she turned them down. Before too long, a man came and led her away from that table, heading off past Jem's view. Meanwhile, waiters approached the mod soul, offering various appetizers and snacks. There was nothing truly of substance yet to eat, the main course having not yet started.

Shōkan, on the other hand, was seeming to have a delightful time with his dance partner. He asked her what he had done to attract her to the party, at which she just chuckled. "It was flirting, dear Kawada. I've never heard of you in my life. Though, you and your people do have certain... privileges that a favor would be advantageous for." They continued to dance, and as it ended, the Shinigami asked if she had any connections to Uzaki Enterprises. Her laughter burst out, which attracted a great deal of attention in the immediate vicinity. "No, I don't work for those simpleton people." She did completely dodge the question of what "unique sales" meant, which was unfortunate.

Her gloved hand reached up and pushed some of the hair out of her face that had become dislodged by her hearty laugh. This motion highlighted her large crystal earrings that sparkled in the fluorescent light. Once she had adjusted her hair, she fixed her dress a little, highlighting her curves again. She was gearing up for a massive seduction, it looked like. She looked Shōkan straight in the eyes, batted her eyelashes, and gave him the puppy dog look. "I'm hungry, Mr. Kawada... Would you take me to sit down at the dining tables? I'm sure the main course will be starting soon."

Takara backed off on her seduction a little, going back to simply asking for information bluntly. The boy looked surprised for a moment, paused, then tilted his head as he responded. "Is this your first party here? The hosts haven't arrived yet. They always arrive with a big display. Even then, none but their ambassadors and representatives get to speak with them directly. I can put you in touch with the ambassador for your organization if you show me your invitation." The waiter consolidated his food and drink to a single tray so that he could hang an empty one at his side to have a hand free to take Takara's invitation. The whole move was completely well executed as the crackers and small chunks of meat and cheese slid effortlessly from one tray to the other.

When all the guests had been seated, the Hosts began to parade out of a back hallway towards an empty table. There were five of them, three men and two women. These were not all of the Wardens, nor the most powerful, but a sampling from a variety of status, whether it be of wealth or power. One of the men, whose mansion this belonged to, was a man of girth, appearing like he had enjoyed the fat of wealth for some time now. The other two men were less pompous than the first, one wore a long white lab coat and the other wore a military uniform decorated with numerous medals.

While the male Hosts were very different, both of the female hosts fit a specific style. They both wore very professional attire, with black suits and hair tied back into a bun. Despite the similar attire, the two women carried themselves very differently. One of them looked very relaxed, with a small glass of wine in one hand and a plate of crackers in the other. The other was quite serious, which was accentuated by the sword hanging from her side. They all settled down in their seats and were immediately barraged by ambassadors moving back and forth between the tables of guests and their own table. Now was the time to try and get some questions in before the main course arrived and they became completely unreachable.

[Kyomei Kuchiki]

OOC: It's been 2 weeks guys... Consider this a warning. If there aren't any posts in the next week, I'll be skipping all of you and you'll lose a chance at potential information.