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Post by Takara Takeda on Oct 6, 2015 9:26:33 GMT -5
Takara wasn't having the most fun at this party even if it wasn't meant for enjoyment and she was actually on an assignment all of this was getting boring for her. It seemed that the individuals that she actually had to speak with hadn't arrived at the party yet and if she was going to have any chance of actually speaking to any of them she had to get it set up. Takara was disliking this more and more as everything kept on going everything was just getting to be a drag. She took out her invitation and handed it to the boy and awaited his action while the ambassadors arrived and Takara knew that one of them would be the individual she could speak with about the prison.
Out of them all the female that seemed to be incredibly serious was probably the one that she would have the least success in swaying to speak with her. She would also have a chance when dealing with a male individual on swaying them due to her beautiful yet females were another thing all together. Some of them felt an attraction towards other females and Takara could use that as she would a male yet there was no way of telling at the moment if that was a factor with the happy looking female. For the moment she would wait for the boy's action and if nothing came of it then she would have no choice, but to choice one of them randomly and attempt to speak with that individual.
Post by Kyomei Kuchiki on Oct 14, 2015 12:59:06 GMT -5
OOC: Skipping Shokan and Jem. They will be assumed to have being seated and without questions.
The boy took Takara's invitation as she sat down at the table that he had led her to. He walked away, but he didn't head straight for the table of Hosts, but rather a smaller table off to the side a little ways. He handed the invitation directly to one of the ambassadors, who quickly moved over to Takara's table. The ambassador to the Hosts that UE had been assigned was an older gentleman, looking very proper in his tuxedo and black hat. As he stopped in front of Takara, he gave a short bow as he introduced himself.
"Pleased to meet your acquaintance, honored Guest. My name is Alfred, and I will be your ambassador to the Hosts today. While I can act as a mediator between you and them, my fifty years of experience working for this Prison allows me to answer most of your questions myself without troubling them. The food is unfortunately running a little late today, so we have plenty of time to talk. What would you like to know?"
1x Class 1 Spiritual Steel Staff 1x Class 1 Spiritual Steel Dagger/Scabbard
Post by Shōkan Kawada Ⅺ on Oct 28, 2015 15:19:20 GMT -5
Sitting down at the table, Shōkan refrained from attempting to ask any questions. In the past, he had been both a master politician and warrior, and in both aspects it was best to wait and let the fodder go first. For one, going so quickly could have caused him to seem somewhat over eager, and put him in a significantly lesser position from the very start. Secondly, he wasn't quite sure what to do, so instead of making a fool of himself, he watched the proceedings with a focused eye 'Better to be thought a fool, than open your mouth and be proven one.' Shōkan thought to himself. He wasn't quite sure where he had heard that before, but the phrase was wise nonetheless. sipping on a glass of wine, Shōkan contented himself with chatting with the ever elegant Miss Stokes.
Shōkan made conversation by gauging her opinion of the various people in the room, from the oppulent lords and ladies, to the groveling sycophants struggling to gain even the slightest bit of attention. He payed special attention to whatever she said of the parties hosts, paying particular interest. In return, Shōkan regaled her of his story. it was no secret that he had suddenly appeared in the soul society, but he told her of his past as Captain of Squad 13, the battle he waged against the denizens of Hueco Mundo, and his subsequent fall from grace and power. He tended to be modest, vaguely covering his accomplishments, and pointing out his defeats. He had found that in making allies, it was best not to revel in ones own victories and power. Nobody wanted to be around an arrogant fool. instead, Shōkan prefered to let his actions speak for themselves. There was a time and place for boasting, and generally that was only when you were bluffing.
[OOC: So, so, sorry for the wait. School really kicked my ass, AP classes are killer this year. Thanks for the patience guys!]
"I will only have solace once my clan has been avenged. Only find redemtion once they've risen from the ashes!" -Shōkan Kawada - Dossier
Post by Takara Takeda on Dec 17, 2015 10:16:13 GMT -5
Takara watched as the boy moved the two plates full of different snacks to one all the while giving her an explanation on how this gathering always went down. It didn't take long for Takara to hear the sounds of awe and find the source. What she saw was understandable yet annoying. Annoying simply for the fact that Takara herself had the same personality as the majority of the hosts she could see. Looking up to someone else wasn't in her and it was frustrating that she more than likely was going to have to act her way around this. She decided that after this Kazura was going to have to owe her something for making her put up with this frustrating experience.
After the hosts sat Takara noticed the ambassadors rushing back and forth. At the moment she was sitting in a simple seat at a table that the boy had led her to only a moment prior. She watched from the distance as the boy gave her invitation to what appeared to be an older gentleman dress in black. Taking a sip from the wine glass held in her left hand Takara watched as the ambassador made his way over towards her and then bowed respectfully. She nodded her head downwards slightly showing her own sign of respect towards him as a greeting to his proper manners.
Takara allowed the elder gentleman who had revealed his name to be Alfred to keep speaking and explain the basics of what was going on at the moment. Takara nodded her head in acknowledgement once he was finished and came to the decision that she might as well simply ask him a few round about questions prior to sending him away towards the Hosts. "It's a pleasure to meet you Alfred. I'm Ms. Takeda as my invitation more than likely informed you. If you don't mind me prying into matters about the prison I'd like to ask you a few things. Specifically what the high threat prisoners are treated like and what freedoms they're allowed."
Last Edit: Dec 23, 2015 22:20:10 GMT -5 by Takara Takeda
Post by Hebika Nara on Dec 20, 2015 14:36:15 GMT -5
Well she was late... Well she supposed that was to be expected. She was barely made aware of the event very shortly before it was being held. She had been fresh off a meeting with one of her clients when Xcution promptly informed her that an open invitation had been extended, and that she was to be one of the organization that would be attending. Lovely, was it not? It was an occasion beyond formal, obliterating any chance that she should be able to even think about enjoying herself with a casual outfit. Blasted rich humans.
Well, not that the entirety of the party's inhabitants would BE human. Which of course meant she would have to try and hold back and not be so....cheerful. It had been hard lately, especially ever since she and Shizuka had started visiting eachother more often. That aura she gave off was simply....harder to keep under reigns. She wasn't sure if she should be happy about it, but well, it made her job....somewhat more simple these days. In any case as she made her way to the front entrance of the establishment and toward the already-started party, she had to consciously reign in that aura of hers, trying to get her happy life at home out of her mind.
She could already feel it effecting some of the staff. The tension and worries she sensed in them starting to fade simply by her passing by them. She was a bit worried. A number of spiritual beings that she knew were able to sense this aura of hers. And sometimes it gave....varying impressions. And of course, for the first time in a long time, she was just....very happy. And now she couldn't help the fact that it was going off. So she dressed to hopefully draw attention from...that.
If there was one amazing benefit to being able to bring her clothing to life and mold it into whatever she wanted, it was the ability to just make whatever outfit she wished. Because this dress would have otherwise cost a fortune. Draped about her body, it was, at first glance, quite conservative. With no deep V, no exposed flesh along the midriff or shoulders, even the dress was rather long. However the fabric was something else. Eloquently and meticulously embroidered, there was a semi-translucence about it. A selective transparency that only barely gave the faintest hint of see-through around the front. But rather than seeing through to see her bare flesh, the strands of the material had something of an ember that seemed to be within it. The dress seemed not only seethrough, but to make her own form see through, and give the illussion of revealing some inner flame within her body. Even that was covered largely by the secondary piece, dark and opaque, it formed something between a shawl and a cape about her shoulders, bringing out the monochomatic of the dress.
Naturally she had turned her hair black for the occassion, and made that skin paler for the occassion, but she kept her eyes that fierce bright yellow. Her eyes popping magnificently in contrast to her attire. Her outfit drew the eye, but did so with class and elegance. An attribute which GREATLY was complimented by the absolute aura of maternal feeling around her. With her aura annoyingly expressive, a mere glance at the woman gave warmth to the heart, and greater warmth to the soul. Something about her simply tasted of comfort, whilst all the while despite that conservative manner with which she presented herself that evening, no matter how motherly she seemed, she was nonetheless, desirable.
Unable to dial it back she felt she had to...compensate. She didn't turn the charm on. Not the usual kind. She was...nervous...anxious. And she was well aware that most in attendance were...after information. And indeed her employment likely would look very favorably on any that she could gather herself. But...well.....there was no need to actively look for it. All her life she had never really needed to apply any sort of pressure on humans. She had standards, intensity, and purpose. Something that so many of them lacked. Even as she nervously and sheepishly snuck into the room, she knew that even that amiable nervousness somehow made her endearing. And even with that slight apprehension obvious on her features, there was purpose in her stride.
There was no reason to go looking for information, nor doing cartwheels to lure some lovely little youth to feed her some. She didn't need to seduce, she was already enticing. She needed only to do her best to relax, and enjoy herself. If she found nothing tonight that was fine. She knew that she would draw attention, and as nerve-racking as that was, it was a good thing. Sure she could USE someone and get quick info tonight. But if she could make a friend among these important people, gain their favor and establish a positive relationship or two? That would mean not only information throughout the future, but also powerful allies for herself and Xcution. It was far more profitable to buy the cow than simply to milk it.
And so with this in mind, she didn't worry about it. She did not force her charm as the staff briefed by, offering her food, beverage, and welcoming her to the event as well....at an event of this calibur...it would reflect horrendously on the hosts if the staff DIDN'T offer such greeting, late or not. She simply....allowed herself to flow naturally. Giving that warm smile and thanking them softly, a soft and...sincere pleasantry about her. She took notice of each staff individually, making note to ask their names when they offered her a drink or food so that she could thank them a bit more personally, and allowing herself to...metaphorically speaking... coil.
She was, in the end, still that exotic little snake at heart that shizuka had found slithering on the ground. She was eye-catching, and even when still she made the eyes wander, begged the attention to drift and take her all in. And when one's gaze finally returned to her face one would often find her watching back, soft smile in use and a polite nod of her head to those that looked her way. She didn't seem important. Gorgeous dress aside, she did not exude power or success. But perhaps MORE enticingly, she was laced with the look of potential. As if deep in their very souls, those looking at her could tell that someday....one could literally be put down on their knees for even thinking of harming her.
Power was enticing, but the smell of growing power was intoxicating. It gave the impression that Hebika might not have much influence now, but that investment would pay off very handsomely. To the foolish, impatient, or simply shallow-minded, this would be an aversion. Those with no wisdom to try and invest in the future. Which was good... She hated the dull and unintelligent. She was bored by those who wanted a quick pay-off. If she could attract those who understood the value of putting in one's time, all the better.
She seemed to come at a good time at the very least. The food was running a bit late, not YET long enough to annoy the guests, but enough that minds were....wondering a bit about the food. Perhaps sparking conversations, and making people a bit more talkative. Humans loved to complain, either obviously or playfully passive-aggressively. Hopefully it would help Hebika land a pleasant conversation partner. Gently brushing some of her hair behind her ear with her fingers, she did notice that several figures in particular seemed to have drawn a number of attentions.
And well...two in particular caught her attention immediately. Past a few servants and what looked like som fat wealthy man's trophy-wife, Hebika spotted them. The way that people looked at them attentively, and the absolute FOG of self-serving intentions around those looking in their direction told her they were likely the hosts. Her....knack of reading the integrity of those intentions was like smoke to a fire. She could tell how mant of the guests were practically drooling at them. And well, for a few of them she could hardly blame them, in a different way of course. One in particular, a tall woman who had the strong will to bring a blade with her, caught her attention immediately.
She did not move in just yet. Again, she was hardly here to be an information shark. For the time being, she simply....admired the women from her place across the party. Curiosity idly floating about her mind as she took note of her and the only females among the hosts. That strict, militant woman, staring ahead like a hawk, begging Hebika's mind to wonder if it was a stick up their ass, or the hardened look of a veteran. The other woman, casual, holding a plate of crackers at such a formal occassion, a woman after Hebika's own heart.
It was a fine refreshment from how.....well...boring the males seemed to be. A fat, pompous man who seemed the type to be licking his lips at the females in attendance as much as he would the food. A disgusting man at first glance. Another, garbed in a lab coat in indifference to the formal nature of the party, and well... a Soldier. Decorated proudly, but....well...those two gave even less of an impression than the fat man. From her position she could tell nothing of how they handled themselves, how they conducted themselves, they simply had no....presence. And that bored her.
So....with that little voice in the back of her mind telling her just how super gay she was, she shifted her attention to the two females. Sipping her drink and....for now... biding her time. She would give them ample opportunity to notice her, and possibly come to her first, though she doubted they would, but it also gave her time to get a better read on them. To see if they were the type of women who were more than just initially intriguing. For now....she would see if her prey would come to her. And if it was worth sinking her teeth into. If cracker lady's ass was anything to go by, at least one of them was. Cuz wow. Er... Right, stop focusing on that Hebika. You have more important things to think about. She was not without her vices.
Post by Kazura Uzaki on Jan 7, 2016 16:24:22 GMT -5
Alfred was more than happy to answer Takara's question, though he seemed to give way more information than she asked for. "Ah, the prisoners and their privileges. Well in the division of the prison that I have taken care of for the last fifty years, there are three tiers of prisoners. The lowest tier are confined to their cell and an adjoined common area, the middle tier are confined only to their cell, and the highest tier are, because of their nature, allowed next to no freedoms. There are just a handful of those kinds of prisoners, and the last one that I saw was wrapped in chains from head to toe and hung upside down over a tank of acid. To discourage escape, of course."
Meanwhile, Shokan's date listened to all of his stories, seeming to be fascinated by the tale. During the course of the story, she kept glancing at the back door, rubbing her stomach, and motioning the waiter over for multiple rounds of hors d'oeuvres. She was insatiably hungry, and while she did listen to his whole story, she didn't like that the food was running late. When it was her turn to speak, however, she didn't offer much information at all. She gossiped about the various attendees of the party, at least the ones that she knew, but when it came to the Hosts she had no information to offer. Especially no information regarding why she was at the party in the first place.
Hebika found that her looks were not attracting very much attention at all, similar to what Takara went through. While she received the service from the wait staff that would be expected at a party of this caliber, there were very few of the patrons that glanced her way or even kept her gaze. She wasn't even receiving any lingering looks from the men at the party, as if she wasn't even on their radar. This all seemed to work to her advantage as her late appearance was't disrupting to the party. However, the wait staff was highly attentive, and she was approached by a waiter who asked for her invitation so she could be seated next to the ambassador responsible for her company. If she did so, she'd be seated at a different table from Takara and Shokan, but within sight of the two other guests. Her ambassador was currently occupied talking to one of the hosts, but didn't take long before coming and introducing herself as a Mrs. Jenestrick.
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2016 23:27:20 GMT -5 by Kazura Uzaki
Post by Hebika Nara on Jan 28, 2016 17:24:39 GMT -5
Hebika was hardly looking for any attention, and the fact that only the staff was showing up was kinda nice, allowing her to watch the others in the room as they went about their little pleasantries and talking. She was a pencil pusher, and....occasionally, dealt with problems that showed their ugly faces around the office. She hardly knew quite why she was chosen for....this. But she figured she'd make the best of it.
Offering her invitation, she found herself at the Xcution table, smiling and settling down as doubtlessly the droll tasteless conversation started up around her. But thankfully she did not draw attention. Nobody asked her what she did for Xcution. The ones that didn't recognize her would not care. And those that did....knew better. She was not a warrior, but a woman who had joined Xcution under recommendation from two of the Seven Guns was someone that begged questions. She had not a single combat assignment to her name yet, and why should she? That wasn't her job.
So when everyone was seated, thankfully with no annoying ooggling by her coworkers or other guests, she was left to her own devices at the table. Her eyes scanning the other guests, and an actual genuine smile slithered across her lips as she enjoyed.....the ambiance. Bit by bit she tuned out all the mindless chatter, focusing on her surroundings, that amazing mind of hers rapidly canceling out voice by stupid useless voice, until finally her mind was focused, processing, ignoring, and then fixating on the important individuals. Along with the occasional glance in her direction, which were snared, noted, then tallied.
Humans were so very......simple. So very straight-forward. It didn't matter if they were interested, or even aware of her. Even if she was not yet on their radar, the human mind was like....water running down a pipe. There was stuff in it's way, so it moved down and toward whatever the easiest and most pleasant path available. Even if those eyes never landed directly on her, or only briefly, the human mind would naturally begin slowly gravitating. The number of glances slowly increasing as bit by bit their simple minds would begin to piece things together.
She wasn't dressed to drag the eye in with flashy cleavage or showing off her arms or legs. She was dressed conservatively. But she was not unattractive. To many humans, conservation was a means of allowing someone to fix on your better features. If looks were all you have, then one dressed to showcase that. If looks were not one's forte, they dressed so that their looks weren't something the mind would try to fix on. A soldier dressed to bring focus to their will, their discipline, their regimented and strict pose and posture.
The Rich dressed to ornate themselves, to show that their wealth was something that could MAKE them beautiful, or moreso. But Hebika dressed so very intentionally. She gave nothing to them. She smiled prettily, and she knew that she was certainly not ugly. Not in the ever so slightest. Which when that simple ape mind gave a human those first impressions before the more rational thought could start analyzing, instead that animal brain was stumped, and it forced the consciousness to try all the harder to figure out what she was displaying.
It was nothing a simple minded idiot would catch. Their minds were more inclined to simply give up and look for someone with more exposed skin. Which meant that....well... for a party? the number of people who would bother her would be those who might actually be interesting. Or those whose job it was to do so. She accepted some water from the staff, just sipping it as thirst was not actually something she was fond of indulging in, urinating was just annoying, stupid gigai.
So she simply....watched. Tallied. And enjoyed herself. Eyeing the pretty ladies. Playing little counting games for how many times certain males attempted to hit on girls beyond their station. And. Generally. Simply allowed herself to self-entertain. At least until the main event started up and those speakers would start piping up and welcoming them. Of course she didn't expect much. It was a party, not a seminar, and again she could not help but wonder just what exactly Xcution expected of her. Oh well. She'd see what she could get, and if she got nothing, then at least she could enjoy feeling nice and pretty. It wasn't often she got to wear this dress.
Post by Takara Takeda on Jan 28, 2016 18:20:14 GMT -5
Takara sat in her chair while Alfred took the liberty of answering that question that she needed the answer too. It seemed that there were three different types of prisoners and that the type that she needed information on weren't allowed much freedom at all. By the way that he answered her it seemed that Alfred was confident that no matter what there would have been no way for information to get out of the prison from a prisoner.
However, Takara also had a few other things that she would need answered that could give way to how such a thing was possibly happening. "Well thank you for that bit of information. Is being physically bound though the only restriction? Is there any measure taken to prevent specific inmate from utilizing abilities that they may have? Also what prisoners are allowed visitation?" Takara was simply trying to turn over every rock that she could in order to get to the bottom of this.
Takara was doing the best she could right now by keeping herself calm and acting as prime and proper as she possibly could. However, while she had been speaking she had overlooked something that she now realized. There was the reiatsu of not only Fullbringers and that single Shinigami she had fought in the park, but that of a Mod Soul. One of her people were at the party and by what she felt it was somewhere in the room just as she was. It was more than likely an agent sent by another faction. Whether that be so Takara would have to meet it at some point before leaving.
Post by Kazura Uzaki on Mar 8, 2016 13:25:53 GMT -5
OOC: With Shokan not posting, even after PMs between us, we're just going to move along. I'll ramp up the thread from here on out.
Alfred began to explain more about the prisoners but he was cut short halfway between. "Yes, there are other ways than just physically bound, like... oh look at the time, here finally comes the food. I must help with that now." He bowed politely and headed to the back room where multiple carts of silver dishes were being wheeled out. He and the other ambassadors and waiters began to pass out the first course of soup to all of the guests while one of the hosts stood up to address the room.
The man who owned the mansion stood up and spoke, little bits of food falling from his mouth as he did so. "Thank you all for coming, blah blah blah, enjoy the food, blah blah blah. The ambassadors will be back with you greedy power-crazed leeches in a moment, but first we'll eat." He didn't particularly seem to care about anyone here, which must have arose from years of fielding questions and requests from this kind of people. So with that... lackluster speech out of the way, he sat down and moved to eat his soup.
It was the last motion that he made.
Something stirred in the bowl, and Takara would sense a great spiritual energy suddenly appearing where there wasn't one. With the man so close to the object, he could not react in time as an onion from the french onion soup grew thirty times longer, formed a spike, and stabbed him through the throat in an instant. The other hosts were all attacked at the same time in equal methods, and three of them survived the assault. All of them used the Martial Discipline: Ken to form an aura that pushed aside the attack, but one of the men didn't have a strong enough aura and was impaled through the throat. That just left one man and both women Hosts to assess the situation.
Mere seconds after the hosts were attacked, the guests started to be attacked too. Some were attacked with onion spears, others were smothered by a biscuit blanket that wrapped around their whole head, and yet others were attacked by chive bullets shooting out towards their heart. Takara would have to deal with a biscuit blanket coming for her head to choke her. Hebika would have chive bullets shooting at her. Once they had dealt with their threat appropriately, the real trouble would begin...
Out of the servant's back door, where the other courses were being held, came lumbering monsters made out of food. The first to walk through the door was the lamb main course. The beast was shaped like a headless human, with limbs formed of meat. The back sported spiked ribs, two of which had been ripped off and were now in the monster's hands. Thirty lamb monsters moved into the room, which kept the hosts and many of the guests busy. One such monster moved to Hebika and Takara each, so they'd have to fight to survive. Meanwhile... they should really try to find out who was behind this, or simply try to flee.
Post by Takara Takeda on Mar 9, 2016 22:26:13 GMT -5
Takara was sitting at the table that had been assigned to those that worked for UE. After she had asked Alfred the last question she was anticipating the answer only for apparently the universe to step in-between her and the information that she sought. Alfred was in need elsewhere and the man didn't even answer her question due to what she only assumed was an emergency when put into the context of these people. At the moment all she wanted was the information on the prison lords not having her food delivered on time. That little bit was something that shouldn't require their thought it should be second nature to them now. The help was in decline it seemed even here.
After a minute or so passed though Takara suddenly sensed some sort of reiatsu in the room and it was growing in potency. She focused a little more and realized that it wasn't that the reiatsu was continuing to expand in power. No she had been mixing that up originally with the fact that more and more sources of the same reiatsu were popping up all at once. All of them inside the room. Her meal had just arrived and now this was happening. She would have figured it out herself, but she didn't need to considering all of the meals started to attack their would be consumers.
Takara sensed the massive expansion of reiatsu from the employees of the prison and some of the hosts. Many of them tried to defend themselves only to die in vain. The most powerful of them though executed a technique that Takara realized was incredibly sturdy so far as defense techniques went and expanded a massive amount of reiatsu. It didn't take much for her to connect with the Omega Arsenal though as her own tray started to come to life. The biscuit seemed to come to life and now was lunged from the table towards Takara's face.
In the time that it took the creature to angle itself and then leap from the table towards her Takara had already seen it and what was happening to the others. This wasn't something that would surprise her. Not the method of attack at least. This was just a practical method of war. The creature would be in the air ready to spread itself body out across Takara's face to suffocate her when suddenly there was a katana between it and her face. The creature had already jumped full force at her and couldn't stop itself so Takara simply watched as the creature cut itself in half. Both sides of its body falling to the floor beside her.
Takara then stood up looking at the Hosts from across the room. "I'll work with you and keep you safe so long as you answer my questions when this is over. Do we have a deal?" That was when suddenly the lamb monsters seemed to come from the back of the kitchen. Takara immediately saw the numbers and knew that if she couldn't keep at least one of the hosts alive then she wouldn't get her information. Keeping all of them alive would keep them in a better mood though she would have to try and save them all if possible. That's why suddenly there was a bazooka in the air that then fired towards the door. In that instant if none of the monsters moved all of them would be destroyed from the explosion of the rocket. "Any objections?"
{Bazooka}Bazooka: The bazooka obviously when summoned only has a single shot yet unlike all of the other weapons that Takara summons the round will not immediately reload at the start of the next post. When fired the bazooka's missal travels at a speed of 400. The explosion that it causes has an offensive force of 800 and is ten feet squared. The missal can travel up to two hundred feet.
Post by Shizuka Sanamizu ✮ on Mar 27, 2016 17:52:40 GMT -5
It was just business as usual. Shizuka had been told of some strange happenings that were going on at some estate in Madagascar, so she hopped on the next private jet out there. Despite the fact that the Fullbringer adored everything related to lemurs, she wasn't a huge fan of nature, so walking through the jungle didn't exactly sound very appealing. Still, she got paid to do her work and she was good at what she did. Thus, she decided it was about time to check the place out. She'd also heard that one of the other members of Xcution had previously come here to do work and wasn't heard from. That's where she came in.
She followed the directions she was given to a strange room inside her assigned building. She heard talking and low chatters amongst the people, and even some voice she recognized. Getting excited, Shizuka quickly turned the knob on the door and opened it, smiling as she did so. She wanted so badly to greet her friends that she may have slipped up a little and entered the room without warning, only to find everyone either dying or preparing to fight some weird food monsters. The smile across Shizuka's lips was replaced with uncertainty as she awkwardly looked at everyone else.
"Oh, gosh, you know what? Maybe I just came at a bad time, and I wasn't even really invited, so I'll just g--"
Shizuka gasped and screamed as she heard an explosion in her attempt to close the door again. She slammed it open and saw the whole scene as food was attacking everyone in the room. One girl was trying to defend everyone, an admirable move on her part, but they definitely needed help. As a member of the Xcution Seven Guns, Shizuka made it her priority to make sure everyone was safe. Instead of releasing, she simply unleashed her own Gravitational Pressure and centered it around anything that wasn't human. With any luck, they'd all be crushed to the ground.
She was now fully within the room and taking in everything that was happening around her. She was all kinds of confused and didn't know what to do, but she figured going to the girl was the best shot she had. Shizuka approached the bazooka-wielder and started asking questions, like what they were doing here and what was going on. Shizuka had zero idea what anybody was doing and just used her powers to calm everything down for a second, or potentially kill anything that was at a lower level than her. You know, whichever worked. She needed some answers!
[Honeypotting - The art of manipulation to obtain information. Basically, a girl gathers enough information about her target - male or female, doesn't matter - and dresses accordingly or changes how she acts to be able to get them to do whatever she wants or tell her what she needs to hear.] {3}