A Party of the Floran Persuasion

The man, barely truly more than a boy, looked out among his guests, chuckling to himself. The very top class of all of Florence... quite beautiful, isn't it? He thought to himself with a small smile on his face, before it slowly widened. Of course, though; they're all just bloody cits in the end. He reflected. Cits was his special term for citizens; a deragatory term for those lower than himself. He chuckled slightly to himself, before sitting back in his chair further. He wasn't sure why, but something felt... off. Like there was something going on that shouldn't... Like something had changed in his atmosphere from his normal allowed personages. Like an unknown variable had entered.

He was seated on the balcony overlooking the main hall of his mansion where he lived, looking down at the people below. There were two entrances into his main hall; one through the house, and one directly outside that people could enter through. There were large tables next to each one that contained paltry things for people to eat and drink; it was all the finest quality as Pura would not be caught DEAD with anything else of the like in his home.

He looked out over his balcony once more. He was wearing his "official" attire; his white hat over his monocle and his sharp face clearly looking out. His normal Field was completely around his body, created by his own sugiuran magic, it was what allowed him to flawlessly maintain his appearance at all times. He found he couldn't relax for any reason, as he stood up, going up to and leaning on the fence of his balcony, looking down on the people below, as his butler Alfred watched him with a raised eyebrow. Something's... going to happen tonight. I can feel it. He thought as he smiled to himself, feeling his anticipation building...

The sugiura smiled to himself as he watched the door busting open. My instincts prove to be right... He thought to himself as he yawned, as if bored with the situation as she shouted out for him. He merely blinked at her as many of the guests also blinked at her, before looking up at Pura for a moment and then going back along their daily business, as Pura held out his right arm, his grip open as he pointed it towards the person that had just burst into his party. Out of his wrist popped out a strange pistol-shaped gun, wiht a strange crystal pointed out its back and two appendags sticking out where the barrel was. He felt the energy hardening in the guns barrel as with a noiseless shot, it released a bullet that flew down right at the rogue Quincy.

Then, he quickly maneuvered his right arm to point at the floor, before pulling the trigger again. He had just made an orange field at the girl's feet, that looked as if it led into an orange wall. However, as Pura made one that was blue colored, exactly like the one covering the floor in front of her, below himself, it suddenly showed what looked like the ceiling above Pura's head. Speaking of which, it also came into view as Pura looked over the blue field he had made, as if she was looking inside of a camera as he threw his feet forwards, falling into teh portal and popping out in front of his... guest, POPPING out of the orange one and landing right in front of her, his arms folded on his chest and a confident smile on his lips. "Hmm. What business do you have at my party this morning, Cit?" He asked her coldly, that smile still on his face as he addressed her; he wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but this person... interested him.

Pura nearly chuckled to himself at the girl, looking for him; it was funny, he thought. What exactly is she seeking me out for...? Surely not because of this.... He thought to himself as he came out of the portal, one arm held behind his back, his thumb brushing the pocketwatch of the “mayor” of Florence. It was a joke; a charade. The man was nothing more than a fat figurehead, and Pura often enjoyed “liberating” him of his more interesting items, such as the pocket watch in his hand. After all; Pura was a master pickpocket. Even as he came out of the portal, his eyes clanged around the immediate vicinity as he spotted no less than eight tell-tale chains of watches, a dozen rings, and thirteen square-shaped bulges of wallets in pockets. This is why I love my job.... He thought, his eyes returning to looking at this girl, smirking as she took a step back.

Honestly, his habit of calling most people cits was just that; a habit. It was by no means a good one; but considering he himself had never been what he calls a “cit”, he hasn't any way of sympathizing. As she called him a hat freakshow, he blinked, stunned for a moment as the smirk vanished from his face, as he started to stutter, thinking of an astute reply. Normally, he would have given her a retort back as fast as a whip. But it was strange; for some reason, her calling him a “hat freakshow” had struck something inside of himself.

As she continued talking, he actually began chuckling to himself. Then he started outright laughing as she asked him his name, doubled over, holding his stomach as he laughed. ”T-That's hilarious! Absolutely hilarious, cit!” He said, not caring that he was practically laughing his behind off in front of all of his guests like a child. Eventually, he managed to look up, pointing a finger shaking with laughter at the girl. ”K-Killing them! That's a hoot! A-hahahaha!” He pronounced loudly, before his laughing sopped, and he straightened up, his eyes narrowing, one in the open and one behind his monocle.

”Now, maybe if I didn't do this kind of thing all the time and kind of have my job as the Lord of Florence, I might agree.” He said simply, as his mouth went into a small smile; not quite a smirk, but getting near it. He turned around, looking of rhis shoulder with his arms folded over his chest, before spinning around with a flourish, his cape going out around him and billowing as he thrusted his hand towards this Mizumi Hideshi.

”I am Pura Puraoi, Lord of Florence, and the one and only master of Field.”

He said, as his smile rose up in pride. Indeed, he loved the fact that he was the one that created his special magic of his very own, Field, as it were. He snapped the fingers in one hand as the portal behind him vanished completely, causing many of the people around to blink and applaud. Pura loved the attention, even if they were just cits. He knew they weren't his friends; he didn't have any friends. That was just the way his life was; and he had more or less accepted it. Not like he'd tell THIS cit about his loneliness, though.

”So, Cit, what exactly is your business here? If you have come to crash my party... crash right ahead.” Pura said, as he turning his back to her, before suddenly stopping, as he reached up a hand to the hat on his head. ”And you called me a hat freakshow, I believe?” He asked her, smiling to himself. ”Under this hat are things that most only see in dreams; be glad that I wear it.” He said, before he began to walk away once more, that smaller smile on his face as he felt his white rabbit's ears standing rapt at attention upon his skull...