A clandestine meeting [ring] (Read 291 times)

[Lan Kou]

Was this place dignified? Far from it. Small rooms hidden in a sewer system were never dignified, even if this one was suspiciously clean. Then again, a country like this could not afford to have any really ugly places, now could it? She knew that quite well, from back home, royal cities were always like this. The room was spacious, but empty. Getting furniture down here would have stuck out way too much, and Lan very much preferred secrecy. Hence the long, hooded cloak, obviously. Just to spite public opinion, she had not chosen a black one with a deep hood to conceal her identity. No, she had chosen a dark green one, with black rims and sash, as part of a fashion statement. Any of her guests would have taken similar precautions, not in color, but in style.
At least, she hoped so. It was rare for many of the ring to gather, simply due to its decentralist nature. It was very likely that she did not even know half of the members it had right now, and that was a good thing. Anonymity was key, even if it was easy to recognize someone as a member, it was always best to not know too much about each other. There was such a thing as too much information after all, and not just about gross subjects, but also the mundane things. As long as she knew what the others were capable of, to utilize them, she did not need any more.
And one of the skills she valued the most was punctuality. Even when it came to things like finding one’s way into a suburban tunnel system like this, she expected nothing less than coming at least in a 15 minute time window of the established time. Meaning she was there a good thirty early, and kept on waiting, drying her cloak a little.
That was the mundane reason for the whole cloak business, after all. There was a slight merit in knowing that it would rain later, after all.

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And here he was, trudging about through the epitome of shady. Marso’s thoughts were, actually, quite vacant in regards to the wisdom behind the actions he was taking. He was, essentially, the kid who was bullied just a bit too much. The result was the instilment of a darkness that forever weighed upon his brow, skewed his perceptions of the world enough that actions he took to darken it further did not weight on his mind as it did others. In his opinion, a result of his presumptions, he was in the perfect place at the perfect time. After all, he’d gotten in on the ground floor of this forming organization. “I wonder what the commissions are like,” he jested in a voice hushed enough for little more than himself to catch wind of.

It wasn’t difficult navigating the sewers. A modestly large space all around him was forever within his awareness, ostensibly, so whatever twists and turns there were ahead would not, at least, immediately catch him by surprise. Before he entered the room, he’d already known how many were within it. He entered with his hands shoved within the safety of his benighted pockets.

“Sup,” Marso said with a lacklustre wave. With a bit of a grunt, he sat down right on the floor near the hooded woman. They would have the pleasure of looking at a short, plump boy dressed in casual attire. He tugged momentarily at his hoodie over his stomach before directing a sightless gaze towards the entrance.

((Replacing Myo with Marso.))

[HAVEN BLISS]

It was a big room, well not massive but it wasn't a box room, that was definitely for sure. There wasn't really any furniture here, if any at all, and the smell of the sewers was nearby. It didn't linger in this room which was good, it was a fairly decent location after all, plus if it did stink to high heaven, there was no way a certain someone would have even stayed in this room. A certain someone who had remained quiet for quite some time.

"Well hello there..."

From the darkness of the room, there came a voice. A feminine, yet sultry voice. It was elegant and sophisticated, yet a slight hint of evil intent could be felt. The voice had no body, no body as of yet anyway. It would echo through the room as the cat like creature would enter, just behind the black haired maiden, clearly entering the ears of the two new people to enter this room.

There was a thickish aura of darkness, as if someone had enveloped themselves inside of it, like a blanket. It was definitely female, but it seemed as if she wanted to stay hidden for a little while longer, for no real reason, it was just simply her way was all. She liked to add a little mystery to her entrances, plufs it was always fun to see if anyone ever realised she was there.

[SOLACE R. KALARE]

RING ●

Upon entering the room already there were three people present. One was a plump looking male who had secured a position on the floor. From the depths of the shadows was a feminine figure broadcasting a supposedly omnipresent voice to establish their apparently preemptive and malicious presence. Finally, was the cloaked figure with a dark green cloak obscuring the gothic beauty beneath. Already I could see there was some game here, but if I dared try certain pinkettes would flay me alive. "Hello," I began, "Melodramatic~" I nodded in the direction of the darkness to note who I was referring to, "Pink Pig~" He was in the same guild as me; hopefully he'd use my alias too. Like, Ghost, or Phantom, or something else that sounded nice. "Cutie~" While I didn't know her name quite yet, I assuredly nodded in the dark green cloaked figure's direction so she would acknowledge just who I assigned that new nickname to - her. I myself was donning a black cloak. Anonymity was my specialty. I didn't require much to keep my identity concealed, but this would suffice. One moment someone could know me, and the next, they don't. It was always entertaining to play tricks on people. Today, with the group I'd joined, that wasn't important.

LAIKA OF GS!