Thanks for sticking by me [Private]
Nov 24, 2016 6:46:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2016 6:46:09 GMT -7
Open only to the members of Blitz Squadron ( Ace Detective Nara , Kinzoku , Madame Loki and/or Solus ) at their discretion.
The time for celebrations of togetherness was nigh, times of feasting and revelry in the simple fact of the matter - they had survived one more year of this life, always at risk of coming to an abrupt end. Such times were necessary, to relieve the stress continually built up by this lifestyle. It was why Claire Sakurai - no, Uchiha - was present in this place at all, why she had sent the invites to her friends and surrogate family that was Blitz Squadron. Where was she? Some sort of specialist facility, aimed toward hosting celebrations of various kinds. The main hall was absolutely massive, with a domed ceiling of glass open to gazing at the night sky. Tables and chairs numbering in the dozens were arranged in sections, allowing plenty of free space for thoroughfare as well as a dance floor and standing social room. Long tables piled high with light snacks ran the length of one wall, while busy servicefolk tended to the populace by taking orders for proper meals or simply handing out long, thin glasses filled with a pale and fizzy drink of some kind.
Such a place must be grossly profitable, because she found out that it was going to be open to the public for the next few days completely free of charge. That was when she wrote down the address and sent off the relevant information.
Dressed in a matter far unlike her typical battle attire, the teenage soldier wore a long flowing dress of purple, cut in a fashion such that there were two folded layers. The inner layer which extended nearly to the floor was slit in the front to reveal her toned calves, while the outer layer wrapped around her entirely in a slant at knee level, cut to mid-thigh on one side and mid-calf on the other. The plunge between her collarbones was modest, just enough to show the simple silver pendant she wore. The dress was sleeveless, but she wore matching gloves that extended midway past her elbow, capped with silver filigreed armbands. On one wrist she had a pale blue corsage, and her feet cramped in purple heels that made the already tall for her age girl's legs seem to go on forever. Between the blooming flower-themed ensemble and the small silver eyemask across the bridge of her nose, Claire would be unrecognizable if not for her long rose-colored hair and the elaborate crossbow that was her trademark peeking out from under the outer layer of her dress at its typical place behind her back. Additional ammunition clips were strapped tastefully to one leg, hidden by the cloth. She didn't go anywhere completely unarmed, ever.
The time for celebrations of togetherness was nigh, times of feasting and revelry in the simple fact of the matter - they had survived one more year of this life, always at risk of coming to an abrupt end. Such times were necessary, to relieve the stress continually built up by this lifestyle. It was why Claire Sakurai - no, Uchiha - was present in this place at all, why she had sent the invites to her friends and surrogate family that was Blitz Squadron. Where was she? Some sort of specialist facility, aimed toward hosting celebrations of various kinds. The main hall was absolutely massive, with a domed ceiling of glass open to gazing at the night sky. Tables and chairs numbering in the dozens were arranged in sections, allowing plenty of free space for thoroughfare as well as a dance floor and standing social room. Long tables piled high with light snacks ran the length of one wall, while busy servicefolk tended to the populace by taking orders for proper meals or simply handing out long, thin glasses filled with a pale and fizzy drink of some kind.
Such a place must be grossly profitable, because she found out that it was going to be open to the public for the next few days completely free of charge. That was when she wrote down the address and sent off the relevant information.
Dressed in a matter far unlike her typical battle attire, the teenage soldier wore a long flowing dress of purple, cut in a fashion such that there were two folded layers. The inner layer which extended nearly to the floor was slit in the front to reveal her toned calves, while the outer layer wrapped around her entirely in a slant at knee level, cut to mid-thigh on one side and mid-calf on the other. The plunge between her collarbones was modest, just enough to show the simple silver pendant she wore. The dress was sleeveless, but she wore matching gloves that extended midway past her elbow, capped with silver filigreed armbands. On one wrist she had a pale blue corsage, and her feet cramped in purple heels that made the already tall for her age girl's legs seem to go on forever. Between the blooming flower-themed ensemble and the small silver eyemask across the bridge of her nose, Claire would be unrecognizable if not for her long rose-colored hair and the elaborate crossbow that was her trademark peeking out from under the outer layer of her dress at its typical place behind her back. Additional ammunition clips were strapped tastefully to one leg, hidden by the cloth. She didn't go anywhere completely unarmed, ever.