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[color=gray][indent]The wind that gushed all through the morning air had not made the travel easy for her. Yurako's embellished furisode hakama blew furiously along with the breeze, resembling a trembling butterfly in its rawest state. The young woman had set out on an agenda, but first she had to meet with one of her partners in crime.

The two had met at the Tavern at some point in time during her rookie years. The Parents hired a seedy man who was much younger than she was, yet seemed to hold a tighter grasp on the knowledge surrounding illicit botanical farming. They had grown from strangers to mere acquaintances that offered each other a stray helping hand whenever one needed it. Yurako's confrerè was later known to be called, "Atlas". For a few years, her employers paid the man in terms of monetary value instead of the usual supply of Tavern Daughters they used as currency. This was shown to be a sign of great respect, and one that they rarely showed to anyone from outside the Family. The two parties appreciated the advantages that benefited the both of them, and thus Yurako and Atlas had kept a silent, though less frequent contact throughout the years leading up to now. However, between then and now, Yura still wouldn't be able to fill a page of a palm-sized book with what she knew about Atlas' personal life as a whole.

Yurako struggled to keep her hair out of her face and her clothes in place as the arrival of the train brought about with it a sudden gust of wind. With all eyes and the attention on her, she could barely make out half of what the pedestrians around her were saying. What the hell was a [i]cosplay?[/i] 

Overall, the train ride took approximately 50 minutes, including the time it took for her to swat away at the old men that tried to grab at either her bosom or her ass. The hostess was not totally new to Rosen. In fact, she had been there a couple of times when she had the excuse to make a delivery to her friend-in-hiding. Savage was an understatement to describe the damn place, she thought as she stepped out from the train and rounded a sharp curve that lead her straight into an alleyway. There were puddles of vomit, blood and only the gods knew what else. Lifting the hems of her skirt the entire way, she carefully made her way into the warehouse that stood abandoned in the opening where the rank alleyway ended. Luckily, she hadn't been spotted by any lurking citizens. Everyone in Grim knew that a good amount of the roaches that inhabited Rosen were something more than barbaric and bloodthirsty. 

[color=white]"Ada--"[/color] she yelled before promptly stopping herself.

[color=white]"Atlas! Are you home?"[/color][/indent][/color]


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