Maeve Valor
The Piratess Captain
Before Masami could respond to Imato's statement, she folded her arms as Sougo approached and scolded Imato for his actions. She really didn't have much to add since everything he was saying was true. It was hard for Masami at the moment to believe that the same person playing babysitter with the group at the moment was the same feared person that the Metamercs had a vendetta against.
"Thanks Agata-san", when Sougo left, Masami sighed placing her forefingers to her forehead as she looked down for second before looking back up only to be met by that damn mask staring back at her. "Well, I think you've had enough people ragging on you. I think you get the point," Masami turned around to head back to the table. "And by the way..."
She smirked as she looked back over her shoulder to him, "Don't underestimate me, even without using as you said 'cheap ways', I am sure I could still find out who you really are M. Besides that, 'cheap ways' tend to get the job done anyway so what does it matter if the results would be the same?" She laughed aloud as she started to head back, showing a glimpse of a side of her that was different from the usual cute, kind, though stingy personality she had presented herself thus far. It was at this time that she decided she would indeed try to find out who the person behind the mask was. Though she couldn't help but find humor in the fact that he was essentially daring her to discover which Shujin student he was, when it was not too long ago that she too found out who Baron was. 'White hair and fairly tall... shouldn't be too hard to identify.'
Anthem
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Staring at a broken down warehouse in Nihonbashi, a female with loosely tied braided red hair stood as a sinister yet playful smile rested upon her face. Her eyes held a certain madness as she seemed excited in what was about to take place.
"Himura-san?" A man who looked to be a bit older than the woman approached her. He wore well-kept clothes that contrasted with the setting of the area they were in. He had had long, black hair and prescription glasses that has a dark tint to them. "Everyone else is ready and in place, they just await your orders," he said as he handed out a glass bottle with a rag hanging out of it, daring not to look her in the eyes for some reason even though he served her.
Her already sinister only became wider, turning the description of it from devious to what can only be described as maniacal while she gleefully took the bottle. "Excellent."
"Should we block all the exits Himura-san?"
"That won't be necessary, we're only here to give a warning, remember?" She rolled up the sleeves of her white, long-sleeved shirt and then flipped the item in her hand a few times, still staring at the warehouse unable to help but let out a giggle. "Now, this place seems a bit dreary and morbid. We should do them a service and brighten the place up, doncha' think, Hibiki~?"
She held her bottle out, with the rag facing her companion and he immediately understood what to do. He snapped a lighter open swiftly and lit the rag. The woman wasted no time afterward by charging closer to the warehouse and threw her bottle through a window. Following after her, flickers of light appeared scattered around the warehouse as well and more men and women charged closer throwing their own molotov cocktails into the windows. Kiku Himura watched as some of the flames took to whatever was inside and she knew that it was only a matter of time that the residents within the building escaped from it. And she would be there, hoping to be met with sweet, delicious fear on their faces. She was invited to attend the metamerc meeting at the Wilton Buffet earlier, but this chaos she was inflicting on this small-time gang satisfied her so much more than worldly food.
![Countess.png Countess.png](https://www.rpnation.com/data/attachments/973/973177-6be74f90797c6e5ee49a24764c2166c1.jpg)
Nellancholy
"Thanks Agata-san", when Sougo left, Masami sighed placing her forefingers to her forehead as she looked down for second before looking back up only to be met by that damn mask staring back at her. "Well, I think you've had enough people ragging on you. I think you get the point," Masami turned around to head back to the table. "And by the way..."
She smirked as she looked back over her shoulder to him, "Don't underestimate me, even without using as you said 'cheap ways', I am sure I could still find out who you really are M. Besides that, 'cheap ways' tend to get the job done anyway so what does it matter if the results would be the same?" She laughed aloud as she started to head back, showing a glimpse of a side of her that was different from the usual cute, kind, though stingy personality she had presented herself thus far. It was at this time that she decided she would indeed try to find out who the person behind the mask was. Though she couldn't help but find humor in the fact that he was essentially daring her to discover which Shujin student he was, when it was not too long ago that she too found out who Baron was. 'White hair and fairly tall... shouldn't be too hard to identify.'
![Anthem](/data/avatars/s/97/97006.jpg?1697262886)
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Staring at a broken down warehouse in Nihonbashi, a female with loosely tied braided red hair stood as a sinister yet playful smile rested upon her face. Her eyes held a certain madness as she seemed excited in what was about to take place.
"Himura-san?" A man who looked to be a bit older than the woman approached her. He wore well-kept clothes that contrasted with the setting of the area they were in. He had had long, black hair and prescription glasses that has a dark tint to them. "Everyone else is ready and in place, they just await your orders," he said as he handed out a glass bottle with a rag hanging out of it, daring not to look her in the eyes for some reason even though he served her.
Her already sinister only became wider, turning the description of it from devious to what can only be described as maniacal while she gleefully took the bottle. "Excellent."
"Should we block all the exits Himura-san?"
"That won't be necessary, we're only here to give a warning, remember?" She rolled up the sleeves of her white, long-sleeved shirt and then flipped the item in her hand a few times, still staring at the warehouse unable to help but let out a giggle. "Now, this place seems a bit dreary and morbid. We should do them a service and brighten the place up, doncha' think, Hibiki~?"
She held her bottle out, with the rag facing her companion and he immediately understood what to do. He snapped a lighter open swiftly and lit the rag. The woman wasted no time afterward by charging closer to the warehouse and threw her bottle through a window. Following after her, flickers of light appeared scattered around the warehouse as well and more men and women charged closer throwing their own molotov cocktails into the windows. Kiku Himura watched as some of the flames took to whatever was inside and she knew that it was only a matter of time that the residents within the building escaped from it. And she would be there, hoping to be met with sweet, delicious fear on their faces. She was invited to attend the metamerc meeting at the Wilton Buffet earlier, but this chaos she was inflicting on this small-time gang satisfied her so much more than worldly food.
![Countess.png Countess.png](https://www.rpnation.com/data/attachments/973/973177-6be74f90797c6e5ee49a24764c2166c1.jpg)
![Nellancholy](/data/avatars/s/64/64664.jpg?1543203641)
Last edited: