Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2014 22:48:08 GMT -5
Aug 16, 2014 22:48:08 GMT -5
"Hm..." the Japanese assassin muttered to himself. "This sounds far more interesting than cleaning the house." What he was referring to was a brochure he had found earlier that day while shopping for groceries and other such necessities. It seemed to be an invitation to a party at the Café Mystique that someone had, unfortunately, dropped. It was a wine tasting event to celebrate a new shipment and was going to be treated like a fancy masquerade party. The name on the invitation read "Mr. Ciel Terrien", and although Yasuo was definitely not an Englishman, he doubted anyone would notice otherwise.
He smiled to himself and set the invitation down for a moment. "This might be an opportunity to learn about the local hitmen," he thought to himself. Something Yasuo knew well was that rich people often spoke with each other about local assassins. It was an easy way to carry out important business matters and trade services. These assassins were not often invited to such events, but the wealthy men would talk about who was best to hire for such needs. If he could learn about the local assassins, it would give him an edge over who to look out for. So, Yasuo quickly ironed his tuxedo and dressed himself in it. He brushed his black hair, though it remained unruly, yet fitting to his face.
As tucked the invitation into his pocket before exiting his house. The party would be starting at nine o'clock, which was just about the time it was now; even Yasuo knew to never show up too early to such an event. As he began his walk to the red district, he remembered that he was lacking one more feature: a proper mask. Before hitting the red district, Yasuo strolled over to the board walk where the venders were set up. He received quite a few strange glances for his attire, but chose to ignore them. If there was one thing he learned from living here, it was that these venders had EVERYTHING.
Sure enough, after walking up and down the board walk, he managed to find a vender selling a vintage masquerade mask. It was not exactly his style; however, it was fitting and would be suitable for the event. After purchasing the mask, Yasuo headed for the red district and stood in line outside the Café Mystique. He handed the bouncer his invitation, with a small smile gracing his features. Just as he predicted, the bouncer let him right in without any hesitation. Just as he strolled in, Yasuo pulled the mask over his face.