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Up in the rafters above the throne room, a single tiny red blaze shone within the darkness. A small flash of red illuminating an intricately designed fox mask; a faint inhale followed by an equally faint and slow exhale sending whispy smoke to exude and puff around the mysterious individual's head. Sitting in a crouched position, nearly two hour's past since having stealthily snuck his way inside.

The job itself held little interest to the lone fox. No, curiosity and intrigue were what had drawn him to this throne room this day. For it was not often for one of the royal family to put together such a job that requested so many hunters.

Everything about this seemed sketchy and likely had some underhanded motive beneath this whole situation that was certain to lead to trouble. And that is exactly what Izushima was hoping for. The mere idea of whatever deception the queen or some other unseen party might have excited him far more than the job in question. Especially when it led to a group of hunters, whom each viewed themselves as the best or strongest.

Hardly a minute passed by since the group were brought in and like clockwork, the majority of them started sizing up and bickering. Of all the groups he has seen on his travels, none amused him more so than monster hunters and their never-ending need to showboat their swagger. As is typical, most of the hunters viewed this a competition; a battle of ego and pride and this group certainly stunk of ego. He couldn't help but hope that the queen had enough sense to know that these hunters could never work as a proper team. Knowing this only made this whole gathering even more peculiar. But, while this job would be viewed as a conquest to compete over, to Izu this was all a game, one he neither cared to win or lose, just to play and have his fun. 

And fun he will have, he mused with a deviously playful Cheshire smile hidden beneath his mask.

Silently observing the group with a puff from his pipe here and there, taking in the interactions of the group with their egotistical dick measuring contest. A typical eyerolling display that always followed this sort of people and yet it always brought a giggle to his lips. At least one amongst the prideful rabble seemed to share such thoughts and said person was the smallest of the bunch which only added to his amusement. This job was sure to give him plenty of entertainment.

With one last deep inhale from his pipe, the robed fox chose to hop down, his body falling fast at first though shortly before landing two trails of smoke drifted beneath his shoeless feet. A gentle and graceful landing followed with nary a sound save for the quiet fluttering of his haori sleeves and soft thump of bamboo flute strapped to his waist. 

The masked individual stood quietly his right-hand lifted holding an elegantly crafted smoke pipe though its length was half size longer than usual.

"[color=7bcdc8] Forgive the intrusion. It seems I have taken a wrong turn in Alburquerque but since I'm here I might as well participate in this gathering... [/color]" Tilting his head to the left as he peered over the hunters before turning to the queen shifting his head to tilt to the right as he did so."[color=7bcdc8] That is if it is fine with you, your majesty... or was it perhaps highness? Royals with their titles and honorifics have always been... perplexing to me.[/color]" He finished with a muffled giggled, his voice gentle and soft as silk soothing to the ears albeit muffled by the mask and carried with a hint of a devious nature.