[ Well that certainly was a lot to take in. He didn't speak up much, still trying to make sense of everything. He'd been good on keeping all that information away from Horikawa. After all, he was an obedient shinki. If this was one of those rules of the world he had to follow, then he would follow it to the t. His life as a reaper had been rules to begin with. This was just another one.
This conclave though, was the first he had ever attended and it occured to him that it would be best to try and make a good impression. He'd dressed up a bit more than he usually did: a matching set of dark purple jacket, vest and pants, black tie over a white shirt, a tophat with a sprig of tobacco flowers, a dried daisy and a silver skull pinned into the ribbon. It was a little stuffier, a little more formal than he was used to but when one had decent threads, one could carry themselves a little more confidently. So he's hanging out right outside, near the door in what seems to be silent contemplation.
As you pass, he may reach over and lightly tap your shoulder with the cane he has (dark mahogany with a silver skull on the top) just to call your attention. ]
Think you could spare a bit of time? Just want to know what you make of all this.
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[ Well that certainly was a lot to take in. He didn't speak up much, still trying to make sense of everything. He'd been good on keeping all that information away from Horikawa. After all, he was an obedient shinki. If this was one of those rules of the world he had to follow, then he would follow it to the t. His life as a reaper had been rules to begin with. This was just another one.
This conclave though, was the first he had ever attended and it occured to him that it would be best to try and make a good impression. He'd dressed up a bit more than he usually did: a matching set of dark purple jacket, vest and pants, black tie over a white shirt, a tophat with a sprig of tobacco flowers, a dried daisy and a silver skull pinned into the ribbon. It was a little stuffier, a little more formal than he was used to but when one had decent threads, one could carry themselves a little more confidently. So he's hanging out right outside, near the door in what seems to be silent contemplation.
As you pass, he may reach over and lightly tap your shoulder with the cane he has (dark mahogany with a silver skull on the top) just to call your attention. ]
Think you could spare a bit of time? Just want to know what you make of all this.