Utsusemimaru looks down with wonder at his hands, at the glow emanating from his body. There's nothing but gold glinting around him - well, gold and a floating table. So many strange things have happened to him lately that he doesn't feel too surprised by the sudden change in surroundings, though he does worry he'll have to make new friends all over again. Gold is a familiar color, symbolic for him of his strength and his duty to protect people.
"Pardon the intrusion?" he asks the room, to err on the side of politeness.
"Pardoned," a gentle voice answers, as a gold-clad figure in a porcelain mask descends from the ceiling. "And welcome. I am here to enable you to answer your questions - at least, some of them."
"Are you... an Arcana?" he asks, picking the word out from the conversations he's had with the other inhabitants. Tachibana mentioned they were not quite in charge of this place, but influential enough that Utsusemimaru can be reasonably sure he's addressing one right now.
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"Pardon the intrusion?" he asks the room, to err on the side of politeness.
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