As was his habit, Maki had gone home before making his way to the mansion. The grime and dirt of the road was washed off, his hair trimmed, face shaved, and clothes replaced with finery. The man who left the Isaki compound was wearing an immaculate black jacket with gold buttons and trim. A single breasted jacket, the top and bottom buttons had been left undone so it would hang more comfortably on his frame. Under it was a spotless white button-up with a dark red tie that had a black stripe spiraling diagonally down its length. Black dress pants with a similar gold trim and a pair of black monk-strap shoes completed his outfit. He carried in one hand a cane, not to help him walk but to accentuate the finery he wore. Atop the cane was a crystal that seemed to have flowing colors inside of it.
Maki pushes into the Mansion, people stepping aside as he does knowing that trying to stop him was a vain effort. Even the secretary made to stop people from just entering the office he was even now pushing into. Last time she’d tried, a wall of wind had ruined her hair for the day. Maki slips into the office and looks around with a grimace. Finally his eyes settle upon the Sennin holding this spot for the day.
”I take it the walls are all you? Takeshi is going to kill you when he gets back from….where is he now?”
Maki pushes into the Mansion, people stepping aside as he does knowing that trying to stop him was a vain effort. Even the secretary made to stop people from just entering the office he was even now pushing into. Last time she’d tried, a wall of wind had ruined her hair for the day. Maki slips into the office and looks around with a grimace. Finally his eyes settle upon the Sennin holding this spot for the day.
”I take it the walls are all you? Takeshi is going to kill you when he gets back from….where is he now?”