The room are not the largest in the manor, being the size of a large den or living room. It had a table in the center with six chairs along the two sides and one at each end. Beyond the white walls there was nothing else present, not even windows. It gave off a cold vibe, but in truth it was simply where Tenken held the truly important meetings. The current leader of the clan sat at one end of said table, that farthest from the door, and he waited for their guest to enter. Before him lay the papers that Osore had given him, detailing his own findings on the way to Moon from Lightning on the condition of the body. It appeared Hoshikata had simply bitten off more than he could chew, but the rest of the clan would not abide by this without something, some knowledge that it was entirely on the hands of their former leader. Tenken still was only a figurehead in his own clan and he knew he could change that now, but he had yet to.
He was wearing a dark blue robe with a white undershirt and had his long blue heir in a side ponytail. The right side of his head was closely shaved, giving him a rather lopsided appearance. Prayer beads were around his neck, adding to the odd look. He knew his appearance could give an impression of a simpleton, and even someone as naive as he could use that to their advantage. The light above lit him well enough, meaning even his crystal blue eyes could be seen clearly. They were currently stoic, showing a determination he barely felt.
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Osore, meanwhile, sat in the next room staring at the beeping monitors. None of the medical personnel would tell him what was going on, but thankfully he appeared to be over his outbursts of rage from finding out what had happened. As the door opens and his father enters, the giant gives a growl. "Relax, boy. I'm here to talk. And check something. Were you aware your brother is going to be meeting with one of the men behind the murder of your cousin?"
He was wearing a dark blue robe with a white undershirt and had his long blue heir in a side ponytail. The right side of his head was closely shaved, giving him a rather lopsided appearance. Prayer beads were around his neck, adding to the odd look. He knew his appearance could give an impression of a simpleton, and even someone as naive as he could use that to their advantage. The light above lit him well enough, meaning even his crystal blue eyes could be seen clearly. They were currently stoic, showing a determination he barely felt.
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Osore, meanwhile, sat in the next room staring at the beeping monitors. None of the medical personnel would tell him what was going on, but thankfully he appeared to be over his outbursts of rage from finding out what had happened. As the door opens and his father enters, the giant gives a growl. "Relax, boy. I'm here to talk. And check something. Were you aware your brother is going to be meeting with one of the men behind the murder of your cousin?"