~ The Outcasted II ~ The Return ~ RP

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Akemi slipped in and out between the crowds, making her way to an all black building. She swept inside, the tail on her coat (which she had perched at her elbows) snapping after her.

"Ahhhh, my fa~avorite customeeeer~ Come iiiin, my dear Akemi-sama~"

Akemi came to a glass counter, the only colored thing in the place. Everything else was jet-black.

"Undertaker. How've you been, my old shinigami?"
"Aaaaahhhhh, been we~ell my dear Akemi-sama~ Are you here for the re~ason I think~?"
"I do believe I am, Undertaker."
A shadowed figure, with long grey hair and draped in an inky black swept to her side. His fingernails were long and black, and his eyes were not visible. "Then only Iiii can help yo~u~"
"... Undertaker. Do you possibly still have the one I used a couple of years back?"
"Ahhhhh, yeeeessss, m'dear... My faaavorite~ That looonnggg, black and greeey? With the lovely black eyes-onlu mask, my Akemi-sama~?"
"Yes, Undertaker." Akemi nodded.
"Aaaahhh, thaaat one~ I'll be baaaacckkk~" He swept into another room.

(( Right? Iono, just had my head resting on my hand and when I removed it I noticed I was randomly bleeding! Of course, I do have that horrible habit of scratching my skin once when my hand is like that... oops. ^-^;;; ))
 
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Akemi slipped in and out between the crowds, making her way to an all black building. She swept inside, the tail on her coat (which she had perched at her elbows) snapping after her.

"Ahhhh, my fa~avorite customeeeer~ Come iiiin, my dear Akemi-sama~"

Akemi came to a glass counter, the only colored thing in the place. Everything else was jet-black.

"Undertaker. How've you been, my old shinigami?"
"Aaaaahhhhh, been we~ell my dear Akemi-sama~ Are you here for the re~ason I think~?"
"I do believe I am, Undertaker."
A shadowed figure, with long grey hair and draped in an inky black swept to her side. His fingernails were long and black, and his eyes were not visible. "Then only Iiii can help yo~u~"
"... Undertaker. Do you possibly still have the one I used a couple of years back?"
"Ahhhhh, yeeeessss, m'dear... My faaavorite~ That looonnggg, black and greeey? With the lovely black eyes-onlu mask, my Akemi-sama~?"
"Yes, Undertaker." Akemi nodded.
"Aaaahhh, thaaat one~ I'll be baaaacckkk~" He swept into another room.

(( Right? Iono, just had my head resting on my hand and when I removed it I noticed I was randomly bleeding! Of course, I do have that horrible habit of scratching my skin once when my hand is like that... oops. ^-^;;; ))
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"Akemi-saaaaamaaaa!!!" The shinigami called from the other room. Akemi facepalmed, walking in. "What do you waaaaaant?" She drawled with an exasperated sigh.

"Are you speaking of this onnneeee~?" He held up an all black dress, the ruffles on the bottom grey and black. Clipped to the hanger was a mask.
"Yes, that one."
"Try it on, my dear Akemi-samaaaa~ I need to see if it still fiiiitssss~"
She sighed, taking the hanger. "It'll fit, Undertaker."
But the Undertaker insisted, pushing her to a small dressing room, then shutting the door once she was inside.
Akemi facepalmed. "Well, apparently he wants me to try it." She sighed again.

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<< That's the Undertaker. He is THE shinigami of all shinigamis. XD

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<< The dress the Undertaker handed Akemi.

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<< The mask clipped to the hanger of the dress
 
The Undertaker glanced at Scar for a moment, then the door clicked open. The Undertaker looked back at Akemi, who emerged from the room, still tying the mask ribbons behind her head. The dress' color fit her pale, ashen skin to ultimate perfection, the cloth at her sides giving a perfect revelation of her hour-glasslike figure and flat stomach. It almost touched the ground, where she was wearing new black knee high, high heeled lace up boots. Her hair cascaded down to about the small of her back, jet-black just like the dress she was wearing. Akemi's eyes were an outstanding green against the black wire mask, her expression blank. Her appearance was absolutely breathtaking. The Undertaker glanced over the dress. "My Akemi-samaaa... you are as elegant as everrrr~ The dress stilllll fits peeeerrrrfectly, my dear~"
"Good. That's what I wanted." Akemi turned to the side on her heel, watching herself. "Good, good. This will do. Ah, but Undertaker..."
"Yeeeesssss~~?"
"My gloves."
"Ah~ My apologies, Akemiii..." He handed her a pair of black leather gloves, which she slipped on, shrouding her tattoos. "Good, good. What do I owe?"
"My Akemi-sama, I will not charge youuu~"
"Good. I'll change, then I'll head out. Be back in three hours. Get it cleaned. Can you handle that, Undertaker?"
"I can, Akemi-saaamaaaaa~"
"You'd better." And with that, she swept into the room again, closing the door after her.
 
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Akemi returned a moment later, wearing her usual - black jeans, Kara Clark t-shirt and her black tailcoat, which was still perched against the fold of her arm. She sauntered back to the counter, where the Undertaker was waiting for her. She had left the gloves on.
"Oh, also, Undertaker."
"Yeeessss~~~?"
She pushed forward about forty bucks or more with one finger.
"My Akemi-samaaa, you do not owe me anythiiiing~"
"Ah, I suppose you've forgotten the cleaning money?"
The Undertaker pushed it back with one finger. "I can afford it, Akemi-sama~"
"Fine." She took it back, shoving it in her pocket. "Then, I'll be back in three hours - midnight. Sharp. See you then."
"Goodbyeee, my Akemi-samaaa~ And good luckkkk~!""
"Good fortune, Undertaker." And with that, she opened the door and was gone.
 

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