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naturallyhosting.

_{❝ certainly. ❞ serving older guests was strange to her, but it was the ouran fair, and the parents of heirs or heiresses she knew were all making appearances. certainly all of them had heard of the legendary host club, and wanted to see what the excitement was about. 
with careful hands she picked up the decorated teapot, refilling the just as decorated cup.  ❝ there are only about ten minutes left before we switch clients     are there any more questions you’d like to ask me about the club? ❞}

            THOUGH SHE WAS NOT _{her daughter, and thus, had no huge taste or hankering for tea – BITTER as it was – RAGYO KIRYUIN takes the cup with some degree of pleasure, a smile blossoming on VIOLACEOUS lips. The cup was warm to the touch, warm even to the CHILL of her skin, the inherent FRIGIDITY of someone who had foregone their own HUMANITY for something better, more truthful, more AKIN to the reality of the world as it unraveled.}

                _{Questions? She had, perhaps, a SINGLE one.}

                _{“I am SURPRISED,” She said, tone measured. “That they allow you here, given your CONDITION and STATUS.”} 

                _{She was no easily fooled little girl – she was the CEO of the REVOCS CORPORATION.}

risoukyo.

                 ​❝ Well I do like wearing pretty things. ❞

            “WHICH IS SOMETHING TO HAVE PRIDE OF!” 

      SHE EXTENDS _{a hand in greeting, delicate, sharp-nailed hands set palm-up.}

liber-et-spes.

            “Is there a problem with that?”

         “PLAINNESS _{is an INHERENT problem by ITSELF, DEAR.”}

inlustriis.

“As though I would apologize for something I don’t regret. My only mistake was not being more thorough.”

           “I AGREE.” _{Said RAGYO KIRYUIN, circling her daughter, SMILINGLY, lips bearing only the barest HINT of her malicious malevolence, which existed eternally for her OFFSPRING and ESPECIALLY for this daughter, who thought that empires and empresses were a GAME she could USURP. “If you wanted the throne so BADLY, you should have considered just WHO you were up against. You are a FOOLISH BRAT!”}

hasamiii.

          ❝Not you, thankfully. A dog
          could’a raised me better than
          you.❞

          “SO FAR _{as I’m concerned,” She said, with some measurement, lips twisting
              into a disagreeable, UNPLEASANT kind of smile. “A DOG did raise YOU; hence
              that TORRID barking!”}

dxnamis.

                      “Could say the same thing about yer taste in …
                                   absolutely everything yer wearin’ right now, lady.”

           “YOU OBVIOUSLY _{don’t have a KEEN eye for CLOTHING.”} 

       _{Said she, RAGYO KIRYUIN, with a cultivated SNIFF. She doesn’t take insults from DIRTY MONGRELS, or NAKED APES.}

gattaimuses.

He sees the luminous relative walking toward as if she was a goddess, but he knew that she was not a benevolent goddess. More like a monster.“Clothing?” He looks at Ragyo with a frown with the lighted cigarette. “…..It’s not a statement. It’s an identity.” Unfortunately he wasn’t wearing Senketsu…well not anymore. 

           “INDEED!” _{Her eminence says, heels gliding across the ground with nothing but DEMANDING clicks. The gait she bears is one of ROYALTY; the pampered walk of a woman who cultivated her own power SINGULARLY, and who DESERVED it without question. “CLOTHING is an IDENTITY! We are DEFINED as human beings by the very FIBERS we chose to ADORN our bodies with – we ARE the clothing we WEAR!”}

edrord.

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                   He instinctively moves AWAY from the woman,
                       quirking an eyebrow. 

                       “It’s just RED, lady. And I’d prefer if you not touch it.”

        HER LIPS TWIST, ^{bemused but not insulted, hand raised before piercing, sharp nails trace the bottom bow of her painted lips. The show of SHOCKING rebellion in the face of one’s betters never ceased to amuse her – for those were always the most easily CRUSHED under one’s thumb.}

          ^{“JUST red. That IS a statement LACKING in IMAGINATION. There is no such thing as JUST a color, after all. Humanity is built on color and clothing; we are VISUAL creatures, first and FOREMOST!”}

littlest-titan-killer.

                                                nakedintent 

            he’s just in awe of her person (mostly the hair though).

             HER OPINION OF CHILDREN _{is a little above low; they are CRETINS. Small balls of fecal matter and SNOT, unworthy even of her genes, or the experimentation they were subject to. ( but such was what needed to be done, for her goals were far away and her whims were now )}

                 _{“How cute,” She says, with little emotion behind it. Hopefully the… BOY would stop staring soon. As much as she appreciated being the CENTER of someone’s attentions, children had an open-eyed, dim set of eyes that made her UNCOMFORTABLE.}

conflagrationsstyle.

♒~~≺ 

“Good thing I consider myself more than human, huh? No psionics, raised in these odd packs of the same genetics, I think humans are the weaker race here.” She’s adamant about that much, while her fingers become occupied with spinning a small, curiously shaped ring around her middle finger on her left hand. “Waging war constantly… Waging a war among humans and my kin… among the supernatural… no, I think I’m rather strong, lady.”

With a sharp flick of her wrists, Tharia throws her arms out and lets out a small laugh. “I am Tharia Rurrio, and I am The Chosen Rogue of Blood! You can’t even compare to me, we aren’t the same thing. Besides, while It’s very clear that you and I have very different goals… and very different purposes. After all, mine is of universe-crafting destiny, while you’re, uh… very bright and clothing-oriented.“ 

         “IF YOU ARE NOT HUMAN…” _{She trailed, her lips curled into a smile of strained bemusement. Her hands raise, fingers curled lightly upwards, before she MOVES, quicker on her heels than one might have supposed. The CLACKS felt damning to any who might have heard them, and which ROSE above the natural din in a way that was UNNATURAL. This was the movement of a BEING, the movement of one unencumbered by the demands of the NATURAL WORLD. Her hands reach, grab, TUG the front of the clothes she wears.}

          _{“THEN YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BE WORN BY HUMAN CLOTHING!”} 

           _{She rips the clothes from her body. REVOCS, for all its might, was the mass distributor of clothing – and the LIFE FIBERS bent to her own will, allowing her to move and take as she so desired. To tear the clothes off the body of any and all who dared to disrespect or denigrate either her or her POWER. RAGYO KIRYUIN holds it, the clothing still intact, despite being TORN from the woman in such a BRUTAL fashion. But those who treated clothing as something that could be simply worn… they deserved the BRUTALITY of RAGYO KIRYUIN!}