"Really? A social event?"
the figure comprised of black smoke in humanoid form spoke, dumbfounded -- his voice more of a distorted rush of air than anything truly audible. The individual had no temples to speak of, but he still instinctually made a motion to rub them out of frustration. The figure sat on a seat made of solid cloud-like material with two other figures -- one standing and the other sitting next to him -- occupying the circular room made of a similar material. Limbo City lacked the interior design comforts of the mortal world, but what they lacked in decoration they made up for in impossible architecture. Forged from the very cosmic essence that made up Purgatory, the city was a grand testament to the ingenuity and persistence of its captives. The three individuals sat in a common room of the largest and most important strucure at the center of the city. The Hall of Geists. Sort of a governing body, the Geists were the most powerful members of the society forced to live an eternity in limbo. So powerful that upon reaching Geisthood, a new heart beat in their chest for the first time in eons since their original death. The source of their immense power. One such Geist stood in that room, his shape entirely different from the two amalgams of smoke who sat before him. "Why not, Hyou?"
his mouth-less visage spoke, six eyes burning a pale blue on his angular, pitch black head. The lesser god floated over to one corner of the room on his billowing tail of smoke that trailed from his impossibly slender frame. He reached out with his long bony hands to grasp a wisp of cloud-like material. The pale blue runes along his body burned as he shifted the wisp into a flat panel in his fingers. "It looks like a pretty groovy time."
if his face could smile, it would. He handed the panel to his friend which displayed an advertisement for the aforementioned dance. An image he extracted from his vessel back in the mortal world's memory. A vessel that currently sat lifeless in the bathroom stall of a restaurant nearby the venue.
The dark figure took the panel and looked it over before handing it to the other smoky apparition -- lighter in color to his comrade. Hyouryu's seething shoulders convulsed in a scoff."Sounds like a waste of time to me."
he dismissed. The other wigure looked over the flier with his featureless face."I think it sounds like a wonderful idea."
he mused. Hyouryu jumped in surprise and disgust, shooting a look at his companion, "It would certainly benefit Milord to sample the culture of this time. What better way than to attend an event like this?""See? Mitsu gets it!"
echoed the omnipotent voice of the lesser god. Atsu crossed his arms and nodded his sloped cranium, "Who knows? Maybe I'll find some modern companions to help me make sense of things. I've about had enough of being a fish out of water."
Mitsuhide placed the panel down on the nearby table-like structure and crossed his legs, leaning forward to look at his superior."Milord. Might I ask..."
a wavering of hesitation tinged his voice as he spoke, "Might I ask to accompany you? I know I ask of much for you to allow me manifestation outside of my duty of protecting you, but I would much like to experience this event myself."
Atsu's six eyes grew wide in contemplation before narrowing once more. If he had a mouth, he would have smirked before speaking."Of course, my brother! The more the merrier! Just because Hyou has to be a downer doesn't mean you have to be one!"
Mitsuhide sighed in relief and relaxed his posture upon hearing his lord's approval. Hyouryu stood and crossed his arms, smoke trailing from the motion."Fine. You two can go hobnob all you like. I'll be here training."
he said in frustration as he stepped to the room's exit. The solid wal quickly shifted to create an opening large enough to fit him through it. After stepping through, the samurai spirit turned to address his comrades, "Call me if you guys get into trouble. Again."
With that, the opening closed in a swift thwip, the Limbo City equivalent of slamming a door. The two left in the room looked at one another and shrugged."Alright, then! Let's get down tonight!"
Atsu said before disappearing from the room entirely.
Down in the mortal world, the shaggy headed vessel belonging to Atsusemimaru gasped awake. His eyes burned a pale blue flame before dimming and going out completely. Pounding his chest while sitting in the bathroom stall, he quickly manged to get his vessel's makeshift heart to begin beating at a regular pace. It was an issue upon entering the vessel that it would start up with an irregular heartbeat, but Atsu had slowly attained some semblance of mastery over correcting that glitch quickly. As he stood, he adjusted his mirrored aviator style sunglasses and carefully stepped out of the stall."Glad no one found me...'
he murmured to himself as he walked out of the bathroom, wooden sandals clacking against the tile. He had gotten incredibly lucky in that he had yet to find himself in a morgue somewhere upon returning to his vessel. Atsu strolled past some surprised employees at the restaurant before opening the front door, bells chiming as he stepped through and into the city. Hosenka was eerily similar to his old home of Ning some 5,000 years prior to his death. Of course, those were days of war. A spa town built for luxury could never have existed back then. Still, it afforded him some bit of comfort looking at the buildings and bridges. Along with some hope that he would find out what happened to his home.
Atsu sighed, peering at the venue for the dance through his sunglasses. He held out a hand to his side and the space his palm pointed to warped and bent before finally opening a gaping hole in reality. From the portal stepped a fair skinned man dressed all in green robes. One difference from his usual appearance was that he manifested without armor or his signature chakram weapon.
"Woah. You're wearing your formal robes! I don't think I've ever seen you in those."
- Mitsuhide's outfit:
Atsu remarked. Looking over his ancestor's attire, he noticed it resembled priest robes from his time, but with a few subtle differences, "I've actually never seen priestly robes from your days. This is pretty far out, man.""Well I surmised that it was prudent to not attend in my battle attire. After all, this is a classy occasion."
Mitsuhide replied with a smirk."I like the way you think, brother! I'm kind of under-dressed, come to think of it."
Atsu said, looking down at his dusty white collared shirt and loose black tie. Hie placed a hand in the pockets of his dark slacks, fiddling with a loose thread inside.
"Well it isn't as if you have any other clothing."
- Atsu's outfit:
Mitsuhide chuckled. He was in abnormally good spirits that evening. Perhaps due to his excitement in experiencing the dance."You have a point, amigo. Let's go, then!"
Atsu replied while scratching his stubble covered chin. He began walking towards the entrance to the dance venue, sandals clacking against the stone street, with his companion in tow. The two reached the end of a line, discussing various things the mortals on either side of them would never understand, and were waved inside when they reached the bouncer at the door. The ball itself was a feast to the senses. Atsu's face distorted in an enormous grin once the sweet sounds of the music being played reached his ears. He was always a lover of music - old or new. Experiencing the newer musical tastes of this time period was a treat to him. The two made their way to the table covered in food. This seemed to be a popular place considering the ruckus going on. Attendees gleefully stuffed their faces with the assortment of finger foods. Atsu reached for what looked like a sausage wrapped in pastry before being tapped on the shoulder. Turning his head and adjusting his glasses, he found his companion vying for his attention."Milord. Might I be permitted to... mingle, as they say?"
Mitsuhide requested, slightly nervous of the outcome. Atsu smirked again and made a brushing motion with his bony hand."Of course! No need to ask, Mitsu! I'll be fine."
the lesser god sent his retainer away to experience the event while he eyed the spread, slipping the sausage snack into his mouth as he pondered what to sample next.
Mitsuhide gracefully stepped towards the dance floor, observing the attendees enjoying themselves by moving rhythmically to the music. It was fascinating and perplexing at the same time. The closest he had come to dancing was in rituals and blessings. Even then, it was more of a performance than dancing for enjoyment. He continued watching over everyone, taking in as much as he could.
(OOC: Both Atsu and Mitsuhide are wandering the party. So feel free to approach either of them and I will reply in suit!)