~ The Outcasted II ~ The Return ~ RP

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Akemi-sama
No one has.

She pushed open the door to the Undertaker's shop, and he swept to her side. "Weeeeelllcoommee baaaack, Akemi-samaaaa~"
"Hello, Undertaker. Is it ready?"
"It iiiisss, m'lady~"
"Go get it."
"Of couuurrrsseee... always in a hu~rry~ aren't youuu...?" He walked into the room where he'd held her dress.

Akemi-sama
By the way, if you want some good money, come to the masquerade. I'll be taking the antiques and selling them, and I'll let you take half. But only if you want.

The Undertaker returned, dress in hand. He'd dimmed the lights since the last time they'd been there.

Once Akemi was back in her dress, and the mask was on, so were her boots and gloves. There was only one difference. She now had light blue streaks in her long black hair.

"Thank you again, Undertaker." Akemi stepped outside. Many other people, dressed in fancy dresses and masks were walking down the street as well.

Akemi grinned. "Now the fun begins." She whispered.
 
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Scar didn't reply to her texts. He'd turned to Mika to order her not to leave the apartment. "Stay here if you value your life. Akemi's orders." He snarled, setting an alarm on the door and windows that would keep Mika inside. He went to a seemingly abandoned building and knocked on the door.

"The code." An automated voice droned.

Scar murmured into a hidden microphone, unable to be heard by anyone or anything other than the microphone, as the technology blocked all other signals, therefore any spy equipment would be useless in that area.

"Code: Accepted. Welcome back, Master Scar." The computer said as the door opened.

Scar walked in, heading to a room marked with foreign letters. "Masquerade disguise, male." He commanded.

He exited the building several minutes later wearing a jet black tux. Hurrying towards the masked crowd, now almost completely ignored because he was wearing a mask rather than a few people staring at him.

<<This is the suit. (but he's still wearing the same mask.)
 
(( BLACK TAILCOAT FTW!!! *fangirl squealing* Oh wait, no. He's not wearing a black tailcoat. Nevermind my fangirling. >-> ))

Akemi opened the doors and slipped inside, amongst the other masked crowd. It was a black and grey color scheme, and smoke overtook the floor. Sheer, dark grey drapes hung from the ceiling. Akemi grinned. She definetely liked the color scheme.

As soon as she stepped inside, she was instantly gazed upon by many both male and female. Females with envy, males with pure love and admiration.
"Please be patient, as the antique show will begin soon."
Akemi's sharp green eyes closed from beneath the wired mask, and she ran a hand through her streaked hair. "Well then." She sighed, still gazing around.
Her appearance that night matched the color scheme, although in a lighter, more elegant way. A hard-core, dangerous edge radiated off of her tonight more than any other night. For she was not only dangerous, but full of pure grace and elegance that could make anyone gawk. Anyone. Squeamish, sadistic, malicious, dangerous, city, or emotionless. It didn't matter. Akemi could easily make them all astonished. It seemed as if she was much more beautiful than three hours ago, when she had tried on the dress for the Undertaker.
But her beauty was not an act. It was pure beauty, bordering malicion and dark thoughts and plans.
She was perfect.
In a dark, twisted kind of way.
 
(*Facepalm*)

Scar walked into the building, his tall, lean frame perfectly complimented by his suit. He looked majestic, his inky black hair combed back from his masked face. Men and boys were jealous. Women and girls adored him. His broad shoulders made him look massive, his stance and walk giving him the appearance of power. He was no stranger to the mannerisms and ways of the rich, giving the smallest bit of insight into his past. All in all, he appeared to be the living essence of power and dark, treacherous glory.

His metal mask gleamed dully in the low light as his red gaze scanning the room for Akemi. He saw her immediately, recognizing her beauty. Walking over to her, he bowed at the waist. "Good evening, Miss. May I escort you to the best view of the show?"
 
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Quote: (( Muehehehe. I've done it. ))

Akemi looked up at Scar, the metal mask shrouding his face, his stature and his inky, jaw-length black hair easily giving him away. There was a soothing, sweet, rhythmic way to the way she walked slightly closer to him. "That depends on what it is." Akemi stated, looking into his eyes. He was only a little taller than she, plus the fact she was wearing yet another pair of black lace-up stiletto. So, they were at the same height, Scar a tad taller. Her expression was blank, however her jade green eyes held something... else. Giving Scar just a glance at her past, it was clear she was remembering her first love at Scar's appearance - the one who Akemi had killed. It was clear, through the way her eyes held something buried in the graveyard of dead memories, Akemi had always been wary of who to trust with her heart, always been careful with who she gave the key to the lock that binded the cold, rusty chains around it.
Akemi's conscious was asking if Scar could be trusted with that key.
Her mind was saying no, but her heart was saying yes.
Akemi was indecisive. She'd come to admire his manner of combat, his manner of the way he would threaten to protect, but also she'd come to admire his classy side, which was transparent through this moment. However, she forbid herself from feeling any sort of love towards him until he'd given her a reason to love him.
 
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"Simply a better view of the antiques." Scar answered calmly. He looked deep into Akemi's eyes as he waited for her response.

(Grrr...wb...)
 
(( HIII!!! :D Might have to leave soon, so let's get as much RPing in as possible! *goes crazy on keyboard* Friend: *looks up from book* What are you DOING?! Me: Uh, nothing. Just go away and let me murder your keyboard. XD ))

Akemi grinned again, used to perpetual sarcasm. "Alright, alright. I have no words." She raised her hands for a moment, then she dropped them, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.
 

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