Class, even in Darkness [Invitation]

She did not get it and even if the time was ticking, she kept staring at her phone. It was her private phone, that was what made it so strange. She had barely used that thing for months so it was a high coincidence that she held it and that she noticed the pop-up. Very strange and that's why she did not trust it and that's why she did not like it. But it was called the villain chat in a fancy other way of wording it. Maybe they thought like her. She quickly considered the language of her name and used a username. 

Strange. 

Very strange. 

The people, the location everything. 

She definitely did not like it. 

Narcissa however was a curious human being and she wanted to know if there were people like her, the fallen, those that deserved to be put on a pedestal and be worshiped and not the others. If she wanted to be able to do something, she had to count on more others than herself, the incident already proved that. But now it would be the opposite way, ha if only she had understood what the Flame was trying to do, she would, god she would kick herself for her blindness, she should have thought more, she should have been out there but no, no she had missed that. She was blind sighted by her own family and now dumped, hundreds of kilometers away. She crumbled the piece of paper in her hand, thank god it wasn't the ticket. 

She actually still had not decided as she walked down the stairs of her apartment, her white heels making a clicking sound every time she put her heel down. It annoyed her, everything, that she had to wear heels, that she did wear heels, that she dressed up way too much for this, but she knew. And she had to be careful, it was a benefit concert in a way, for the wealthy. Her colleagues would be there. She could not afford being spotted with those people and have to explain it later. Or if they said who they were, have to explain that to some high rank and she would be kicked out of this country too, no, it was a very careful game. Luckily for her, politics was a game too and she was quite decent in that. If she would get rid of her language barrier, she would be even better. 

When she got outside she immediately hugged her coat around her, it was definitely not the warmest months when you go outside and the Barbadian woman wasn't used to this and she cursed her family again while thinking about it, the summer months had been fine but Barbados did not know this weather and she did not either. At least, she could spend her money on as much items for her wardrobe without anyone reprimanding her for it. The fluffy white coat hid the sheer dress she was wearing underneath, she needed to form another look, another persona while going. If she was spotted her colleagues would have to ask themselves if it even could be Narcissa, but she had a plan for that and as soon as she fixed the cab and sat down, Narcissa fished the mask out of her bag and put it carefully on her face, the well formed system meant that it would sort of coat on her face, no extra things needed, it was a marvelous solution, the pieces of mirror would distract someone to completely see her face even what wasn't obstructed, they would not be able to see her face and recognize her later. It might be a disappointment for some, but she needed to be careful. 

Finally she arrived, there was no need for disappearance, the camera flashes would reflect in the pieces of mirror and obscure her face completely, so she marched on, showed her phone to the doorman and got the instruction of where to go, well let's see how much of a ridiculous idea this was. 

Outfit Mask

Giovanni was glad that there was a person of culture in the chat. Sonya invited him to an opera showing. There was nothing better then culture, threatre, civilization. Thus Giovanni and his driver bodyguard assistant Antonio were on their way. Antonio was of course driving his Boss.
The two knew when to arrive, but they werent exactly punctual. They wanted to be fashionably late. Once they parked and arrived to the destination, they entered the theatre in style, mafia style indeed. Cultured and fashionable, thats what they were. Antonio may have not gotten the invite, but Giovanni would always vouch for his bodyguard as the mafia boss was not a fighter.

Once they finally met up with the others they noticed Sonya, and that one woman from the restaurant. My my, seems she was a woman of importance. It was a pleasant surprise.
Giovanni greeted them all with a bow, including the 3rd person who he hadnt met
"Good evening, buona sera"
Antonio also being the polite one, like his boss greeted one of the ladies, which was Narcissa who was closer to him. He also greeted her like his boss, but instead of a bow, he did the gentlemany kiss on the hand.
When the politeness and the etiquette was done. Giovanni asked Sonya "Are we waiting for anyone else?"

Giovanni's outfit
Antonio's outfit

It was so strange to be here, it wasn't as if this was Narcissa's first time because in the first weeks of her arrival to Japan and specifically Tokyo they had shown her something in this theatre too or well she had not noticed it was an Opera House back than, she had not a thing for Opera but she was rather interested in this gang that had talked to her. And the whole chat in general but Narcissa had no intention of revealing who she was just yet. The idea of trust was something that she could not depend on, she had done that before and look where that got here. Her dark skin was quite in contrast with the silvery mask that she was wearing as well as the white dress but she loved that and it would work well with her quirk if she would have to use it. She was apparently not the only one who thought about wearing a silvery mask as the person she was pointed to was also one but Narcissa held her breath, she had seen that face, no wait did she? The domino mask made it slightly different to see the construction of someone's face. Heck she had never believed it could be possible, but she swore she had seen this woman on the party, when she was lost and ended up at the wrong one. She should leave, if it was her, how big was the chance? Even if Narcissa her mask was covering most of her face, it would be much more difficult, also because it did not have her shape but you never knew. She bit her lip. The motion was invisible anyway and so she simply decided to step to the woman and pretend she never met her before. 

"Yes we did, you suggested the opera right after I found the chat. I am Daffodil." Well she could say that right? She would now just have to be strict on hiding all the other stuff, yes, that made perfect sense. She looked shortly at her hand and took it to do the proper greeting, this was a really weird construction and how were those people villains. Cissy turned to follow her hostess to see who she greeted next. She gave a short nod to Jun, no idea who it would be and if she should be even more worried but that's when her attention was turned and she swallowed. Oh really, no this has-what the hell! 

That was the owner of the coffee bar, Giovanni. She tried to hide the surprise and slight fear in her eyes and turned her attention the second person, but-but that was the waiter. She did not want to give any other attention to them, she heard something about a treat but she wasn't even paying attention to Sonya because this man, the cute waiter from before took her hand and kissed it. Did they know it was her? She had been less dressed up for them and more for Sonya but it seemed clear that the woman didn't recognize her, which was a blessing. She couldn't keep her eyes from Antonio as she was afraid that he did recognize her and she wanted to make sure. She had to answer, refreshments, "Are we going to drink? I like a r-" She cut herself off, of course they won't have that here, "Beer." 

She tried to finally change her attention to the others, why were they half attempted hiding or not at all if she looked at the two Italians and the other girl in the dress, at least Sonya had still put up a mask but she had just said the Italian's name, how did this work? 

"Oh I assure you the pleasure is mine." Jun responded to the silver haired woman, returning her gesture placing his other hand on top of hers. As all of them gathered around her, it seemed highly likely she was their benefactor. The domino mask served to somewhat hide her features, but Jun thought it moot with such distinct eyes. Unless they too were part of the disguise.

The suited gentleman drew out a smile from Jun with his bowing. "Always a pleasure to meet such a gentleman." Jun had in truth never met a true gentleman before. But this first and so far only encounter was a pleasant one, making his statement somewhat true.

The dark skinned woman seemed more paranoid than the others, hiding not only her face with the almost blinding mask but introducing herself with her online handle. "Pleasure to meet you Daffodil, you can just call me Jun." He flashed a mischievous smile to her. He understood the point aliases and general secrecy. But to him those could easily become self imposed shackles. It was a dangerous approach but the reward was worth it.

A treat she says? Now that got Jun's attention. A treat in what way? He then noticed the blue clad girl being directed their way. He studied her, careful he not look like a predator sizing up its prey. He was curious whether this was the aforementioned treat, or simply the other late arrival. At any rate, this evening was shaping up to be an amusing one. "Good evening." He greeted the new arrival, all warm smiles and cheery tones.

"I'll go with the host's recommendations for tonight." He replied to Sonya. Without any frame of reference himself he decided it best to leave it to those with more experience.

A U.A. student? Jun's eyes lit up, again unable to contain his giddiness. He'd already been enjoying the evening but this made it so much sweeter. He needed no warning, thinly veiled or otherwise to not harm a hair on the girl's head. Violence was something he partook of on a regular enough basis, out of necessity and leisure both. It was to him like a fair dish prepared by an adequate chef. But this was a delicacy, the pinnacle of fine dining. One he could enjoy regularly if he played his cards right.

"Shizume-chan eh? That's a lovely name." Jun began, his face alight with a cheery smile and eyes that betrayed nothing of his true thoughts and showed only warm friendliness. "My name's Kurosawa Jun." He extended a hand in greeting. He had no reason to conceal his name, being an unknown figure still. Besides, the game was just more fun with a little risk.

"Really? That sounds amazing!" Jun made a show of sounding more amazed than merely intrigued. "What does my voice look like? Is it pretty? What if I do this?" He lowered his voice, interested if that affected the hue that Shizume claimed to see. "Quirks really can be amazing. But is that really helpful for hero work? Don't you gotta have some more like, oomph to it?"