GC Tea House

[Akura]

A small figure, one not so familiar to the Tea House, entered the scene, glancing around carelessly at the interesting people that inhabited it.

There were pretty ornate paper lamps lining the room, and a faint smell of, was that incense or Cardimine?

There was a rule here about not being armed, though Luxuria ignored the rule, sitting down on one of the many odd, not quite matching chairs. Perhaps they were stolen? She didn't care.



A normal Phantom would have worn a large, bulky suit of power armour, but Luxuria was a young, small-framed girl in her early twenties, she wore a more unique variation.

Her arms and legs lightly padded with plates of the standard power-armour, in all the critical spots.
Besides the arm and leg plates, she wore a rather casual black dress, passing just over her knees, the hem stopping where the plates began.

The chest peice of the dress was like the cuirass of the original power armour, but with the bottom of the dress, aswell as the fluffy shoulders, sewn into it to form one armoured dress item.

Her armplates, as well as leg plates were decorated with dozens of knives, all in neat rows, ready to be throw or forcibly stabbed into her foes.

She also wore an elegant mask, the face of which concealed hers, a horrific symbol of the dread and fear she was capable of inflicing on her foes.


The young Phantom removed her mask to reveal, not horror or anguish, but a beautiful young, bretonian complexion.
Her eyes were hauntingly beautiful, their deep ocean blue hiding her desire to kill.
She had a petit little nose and young, delicate lips.

Her long flowing brown hair bounced off her shoulders lightly, displaying shocking contrast, how such horror could reside in such a sweet young girl.



She signalled for a drink and went about sharpening one of her knives as she leaned back in her seat...