[b][color=f6989d][h1]Lady Suiko[/h1][/color][/b]
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[h2]One Week Earlier...[/h2]

High up on Mount Fuji, amongst the wildlife and thick groves of trees, stood a once tall, faded red building with chipped emerald rooves, or so it appeared to an outsider courtesy of a glamour spell. The [i]Tamashi No Kyuden[/i], otherwise known as the Soul Palace, was still thriving and teeming with its mistress and her people. The zen garden was filled with cherry blossom and bonsai trees with a small stream that ran through it. Several native flowers and plants thrived in the undergrove of the garden too. Lady Suiko was returning from deep in the forest. 

The Kitsune paused on the small red bridge that led to the ground floor of the palace. Her nine tails fanned out to display the power she possessed as a warning. Her fox ears swiveled as the birds nearby stopped singing their sweet song. Someone different was in her garden. Suiko clutched the fan that was in her hands, safely tucked within her kimono sleeves. It was her favorite weapon. With one flick of the wrist, the edges of the fan turned into blades. Her green eyes surveyed the trees, she relaxed with a gentle smile. 

[color=f6989d]"There is no need to hide, little fledgling, your master and I are friends as well as allies,"[/color] Suiko said as she reached out her right hand, free of the hidden weapon, and took the parchment of the young appearing girl. She opened the letter and frowned slightly. There was little information about the meeting in the letter. 

That wasn't like Dracula. He was a very organized man and always had it written out as to why they were meeting. [i][color=f6989d]He must feel like someone might be intercepting letters if he is being so vague with the information,'[/color][/i] Suiko thought as she dismissed the fledgling and returned back to her palace.

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[h2]Present[/h2]

Suiko stepped out of the black SUV with heavily tinted windows, dressed in a red silk dress and a fox mask. Even though she was in her human form, she was still one of the most recognizable faces within fashion communities. A few decades back, Dracula had suggested to her that she should invest in the fashion industry. Lady Suiko already owned most of the silk textile companies, so it would be a breeze to finance herself with the profits from said companies. Humans were enamored with her silk designs and paid out their souls (literally) for a chance to personally meet the mysterious fashion designer.

As soon as, Suiko walked through the gate, her human form transformed into her kitsune form. Her nine tails stretched with relief from being confined as her ears wiggled. Her red kimono adorned with embroidered cherry blossoms covered her body as she removed her fox mask before walking through the halls to the meeting room. 

Suiko opened the door to see familiar and new faces sitting around the large antique table. She sat next to the shifter and smiled softly at Nyarlathotep's jab at Orlok's bloodied lip. [color=f6989d]"Hello, Nyarlathotep, it has been a while. It is always nice to see fresh faces, is it not?"[/color] She said as she smiled warmly at the newbies.