NOW STORMS FOLLOW YOUR EVERY STEP ❄ JOINING

[fancypost bgcolor=;border-top:0px;border-left:0px;border-right:0px;border-bottom:0px;width:450px;font-family:verdana;line-height:90%;font-size:8.5pt;text-align:justify;]Soft pawsteps over dead leaves could be heard, as the young girl quietly stole out of the trees and continued to make her way towards the large cluster of lights that was the lovely metropolis in which the Port Mafia had taken up residence. In all honesty, she wasn't sure if this was really what she wanted, or if this was really the best place for her to be. Humans and their strange devices and those 'car' things they always rode around in...she had grown numb to blood, to gore, but those things scared her. They came out of nowhere, and oftentimes tended to disappear as fast as they had comel; but occasionally, something or someone would accidentally stray into their path, and they would be sent flying back into a solid surface with a sickening snap or crunch, followed either by an agonised scream or the unnervingly still silence that hung in the air in the moments after another's passing. The city would surely be teeming with them...the very thought made her feel light-headed and dizzy with fear.

However, her own emotions were quickly suppressed. They receded and eventually drained out of her system, leaving her left with nothing but a cold sort of emptiness that rendered her virtually unable to feel. This, of course, was not quite her own doing; it was merely a habit, or a defense mechanism if you will, to keep her sanity from shattering like the mirror she had thrown the other day, when she had nearly been sent over the edge and succumbed to the painful reality that her life was not her own, and that her choices were and had never been hers to make. They day her parents had passed away and left her to fend for herself had been the start of it all, if she recalled correctly. How she wished that they were here now. They would've taken her away from this city, from the lights and the smoke and the cars and their humans.

But no, she couldn't run. She couldn't run, nor could she hide. She had to get closer, seek out the members of this organization. Or perhaps...rejoin would be a better way to word it, would it not? She was already a member--one returning from having completed the task she'd been assigned; the results were in the parcel around her neck. Once she had handed it in...she'd be ordered to stay here, much to her discontent. Though, these thoughts were best kept to herself; angering one of the executives would surely bring nothing but more misfortune down upon her delicate skull, and she didn't need nor want any more crimson splashing upon her already-stained garments.

Brushing the silken folds out of her step, the petite obsidian femme would bite lightly down on her bottom lip as she proceeded to enter the city, weaving in and amongst the humans for a moment before ducking into the shadows so as to partially conceal her presence from them. Someone would find her sooner or later--of this, she was certain. This was how things always went, after all. Naturally, other members of the Port Mafia would know her tactics, seeing as they were tactics shared amongst the entire lot of them, no?

+ mobile and tired, idk what i just typed honestly
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#dcdce4; border: none; width: 440px; height: 40px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none;font-family: georgia;text-align: justify;color: #8c8ca6;width: 400px; height: 20px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 1px; margin-left: -5px; font-size: 20px; padding: 11px;]KYOUKA IZUMI BASKERVILLE[/fancypost][/fancypost][align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#8c8ca6; border: none; width: 440px; min-height: 130px; overflow: auto; margin-top: -1px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial; line-height: 12px; color:#fff][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 3px solid #dcdce4; height: 100px; width: 80px; margin-top:5px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/NJQ2g3X.jpg); background-position: right; background-size: 100%; float: left; margin-right: 9px; margin-bottom: 3.2px;][/fancypost]Seeing as she had been instructed by the femme who had once been known as the 'once-in-a-century prodigy', it had not taken her long at all to detect her mentor's all-too familiar presence. Immediately, she would set her jaw, as she turned slowly, to come face to face with the woman who had taken her under her wing all those long months ago, after her parents had been brutally slaughtered. [b]"...Kouyou-sama." Her greeting was soft, yet still somewhat stiff and toneless overall. Perhaps the elegant caporegime was the individual she was closest too, but frankly, she found the amount of attention she received from her to be almost [i]suffocating. The obsidian-hued girl would not move a single muscle, as the older femme suddenly moved to stand in front of her, before enveloping her in a silken embrace. Her words, although soothing in sentiment, nearly caused her to involuntarily shiver; they ran into her ears like a gentle trickle of an mountain stream just after winter—sweet, but oh so very cold all at the same time. As much as she wanted to tell this woman to loosen her grip, as much as she told her she didn't want to continue her lessons any more...she couldn't. Kyouka, being still little more than a child, was still young and impressionable, and defying or disobeying her superior and guardian was a hurdle she didn't dare try to overcome—not at this time.

It was then that another voice—one similar to her own, in terms of tone—suddenly chilled the air, and the girl could not help but release a silent gasp of surprise as a male then dropped down directly beside her and her mentor. Akutagawa...another executive member, like Kouyou, if she wasn't mistaken. It had been a while since she'd last seen him, and during the time she'd been away, she had not forgotten that heavy, opaque, and soulless stare of his... there wasn't many things in this world that frightened her any more, but his gaze was one of the most ominous things she had ever seen—it was one that sucked the breath out of her lungs and left her gasping, like a fish out of water. His command took a few seconds to register in her mind, and when it did, all she could do was nod numbly in response, before managing to loosen Kouyou's hold on her to turn over the item she had been sent to retrieve. She was young, and therefore curious—it had been tempting to open the parcel to inspect its contents. Now that it was no longer in her possession however, she considered asking him, for a brief moment. But that notion was quickly shoved aside—it wasn't wise to request something like that, especially not of him. His reputation here in the city preceded him well; alley cats were smart to avoid him whenever he walked down the street, for they were aware of his hair-trigger temper. Never before had she personally seen Akutagawa get angry, but she had seen him fight, she had seen him kill...and that was enough for her, really. She didn't want to know what it would be like, to witness or be on the receiving end of his fury.

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