Day 9, C3: Welcome to Blue Tears

Fuyuko is walking behind her, parasol blocking her from the sun and wearing her elegant blue gothic lolita dress she changed into at the hotel. She looks around the buildings, enjoying the sights of one of the Crane clan's jewels. As she approaches the building looking at the unusually simple decor.

"I remember your father. I expect to be insulted or ignored. I will grant him the courtesy a Hero of the Empire deserves." she says simply, hardening her On. She still harbored some envy and bitterness for the man so best not to insult him by showing anything.

Tsuki nodded to both of the women and silently agreed that Fuyuko's approach was likely for the best. She knew he would be fine with her but from the stories her mom had told her, when many of the Crane came flocking to Meta for connections and favors after the war, he had not so politely told them to shove off.

With the thought in the back of her mind, Tsuki took hold of the handle and pushed the heavy, wooden door open. The first thing any and all would likely notice was how sparsely decorated the room was. A polished, dark brown wooden floor was barely covered up by the few items that laid within which left a rather large and open space to walk around in. One might almost think it was to mirror a dojo. A pool table laid off to the left side, resting near a set of couches and a TV, the most homely looking area in the building. Opposite side was a drum set, a dresser, and in corner rested an old looking jukebox. Nearby, on the drab white walls rested a framed record.

A set of stairs by the couches traveled to an upper floor that housed two doors leading to deeper portions of the building. Just below the walk way and railing rested what could likely be described as a macabre scene of some skeletal like being pushing out against the steel frame it was trapped in, forever frozen in time within a prison of art. Just below it rested a desk and chair, a small stack of magazines resting on one side. On the other was a small picture.

In the chair sat Kakita Meta, legs crossed and resting on the desk as he read from one of the magazines. Tsuki approached and offered a small bow to her father. "Hi dad."

Meta lowered the magazine down as the door opened. It wasn't uncommon for someone to just walk on in and make a request of his services. After all, what he did was rather dangerous. So it was a interesting twist when not only was the individual a group, but at the head was his own daughter. Ice blue colored eyes carefully drew themselves from Tsuki and and too the two women that were with her. Both Crane, likely with Tsuki for the same reason she was here. One he knew as Doji Fuyuko from his time at RHS, the other was new to him and one he did not know.

The white haired man casually lowered the magazine down as he flipped it over and set it upon the desk. "You brought others," he spoke pointedly, "Doji Fuyuko-san. Still the same I see. Who is the replica?" The question was ambiguous to who he was asking, a sign for any three of them to reply.

Fuyuko enters and gives a deep bow. "Kakita Meta-sama. This one has not changed in any important sense and notices you remain much as she remembers as well. She is pleased you have done well for yourself." she says softly in her whisper like voice. Fuyuko takes a small breath and a large chance, just to make sure to offer the girl what protection she can. "Uetani-san is also one this one intends to adopt as her daughter, fortunes willing."