The festival winding down, the dance cranking up, it seemed a good time to come in. Then again, she hadn't arrived long ago. When she realized the event was going on and she somehow hadn't missed it, there was no way she would now. Neither hell nor high-water would prevent her from going now that she had the chance, regardless of her mood and reservations.
It wasn't quite the entrance one expected from the movies - then again it never was - but the woman appearing at the wide entrance of the palisade flanked by a familiar Impmon and Kotemon could be no one other than Roze.
She seemed taller, her figure more imposing, though physically she hadn't grown an inch. She was fuller of figure, slightly less porcelain-skinned, more cream, and the long mass of pink hair that fell unbound around her shoulders was even richer in color than before but those sharp green eyes were the same. It was Roze Ichishi under the beautiful dress and mask covered in green roses and crystals. The sleeveless design displayed the bold lines of her tattoos and new additions like a large criss-cross scar on her right shoulder, or a bit of scar peeking out from under the mask.
She said nothing to anyone, walking into the dance with her chin high and her green eyes cool. As she entered into the pavilion, light caught on a bracelet and necklace only familiar to some. The most impressive accessory, however, was the enormous, slithering tail weaving on the ground behind her like a giant serpent, covered in dark, purplish-red scales and ending in a massive fluff of hair as thick and pink as that upon her head.
When she heard the music and saw the people, her chilly expression warmed slightly, though only just, and she moved away to the side and one of the balconies, turning slowly on the spot, the long tail reminiscent of Chinese dragon's coiling around the base of her dress in two long loops.
Julie and Musashi were instantly attendant to her, one rushing off and retrieving a glass of champagne, the other a plate of sushi, practically falling over themselves to see to her needs as she stood there, cool and detached but there and real.
9:30pm, half an hour into the dance...
It wasn't quite the entrance one expected from the movies - then again it never was - but the woman appearing at the wide entrance of the palisade flanked by a familiar Impmon and Kotemon could be no one other than Roze.
She seemed taller, her figure more imposing, though physically she hadn't grown an inch. She was fuller of figure, slightly less porcelain-skinned, more cream, and the long mass of pink hair that fell unbound around her shoulders was even richer in color than before but those sharp green eyes were the same. It was Roze Ichishi under the beautiful dress and mask covered in green roses and crystals. The sleeveless design displayed the bold lines of her tattoos and new additions like a large criss-cross scar on her right shoulder, or a bit of scar peeking out from under the mask.
She said nothing to anyone, walking into the dance with her chin high and her green eyes cool. As she entered into the pavilion, light caught on a bracelet and necklace only familiar to some. The most impressive accessory, however, was the enormous, slithering tail weaving on the ground behind her like a giant serpent, covered in dark, purplish-red scales and ending in a massive fluff of hair as thick and pink as that upon her head.
When she heard the music and saw the people, her chilly expression warmed slightly, though only just, and she moved away to the side and one of the balconies, turning slowly on the spot, the long tail reminiscent of Chinese dragon's coiling around the base of her dress in two long loops.
Julie and Musashi were instantly attendant to her, one rushing off and retrieving a glass of champagne, the other a plate of sushi, practically falling over themselves to see to her needs as she stood there, cool and detached but there and real.