Doug
Summonings were sent out to the selected operatives for the coming mission. Within the halls of the Shosuro Palace, Yuto tread, behind him was Chinatsu who carried his usual box of papers and writing supplies. He made his way to the dining hall, where all those would meet, believing he selected the Samurai with appropriate skills. Bayushi Kaori, Bayushi Masaru, Yogo Yamori, and of course himself. 

When he entered the hall, the Ashigaru he summoned were already present and standing on the outskirts of the room. Waiting in silence as each donned a silk red veil, Yuto knew the correct individuals having picked them personally. A simple nod was given as the Magistrate went to his seat, being closest to the door. 

Chinatsu handed him the box as he set it down on the table, opening it as he picked out a few items. The Rokugo waited diligently, hoping to begin the briefing soon. 

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Taryn
Masaru entered the room, clad in attire of deep black, accentuated by crimson highlights. At his side, the similarly red, black, and gold lacquered *Daisho* Scabbards hung. His eyes moved through the Ashigaru, some men and women he knew better now. A select bunch.

He approached 

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Lisa
The elegant woman who entered next was probably Bayushi Kaori, but the mask she wore was black as jet, carved in the likeness of a furious snarl. She wore her swords on her left hip and both arms moved freely, without any hint of the crippling injury that had become Kaori's signature. 

She bowed to Yuto without speaking, saluted Masaru in similar fashion, and took her place as silent as a shadow. The sleeves of her modestly cut kimono were bound to her forearms with a complex knotwork pattern. There was no hint of the city's most popular thot in the black eyes that stared out of the mask.
Doug
As the two entered, be arranged some things on the table, before he gave each a look. Had his summons not been so specific he'd have been thrown a loop by Kaori's presence, but her size and shape matched the woman's description. Almost everyone had arrived, thus he figured to get some things out of the way. 

"Word will not leave this room after today. We have a coming effort that must be met with importance and discretion, even through the storm of conflict." The Vassal was not often so stern and strict, especially with his subordinates, however this matter proved too great. Bayushi Masaru and Kaori were competent, but their steel was yet to be tested in this matter. 

"Moshi Mai, the Mantis Ambassador has agreed to give us custody of Gaijin Edward Williams so that he may direct us to where the other Kolat agents remain in the city. However, she will be sending a representative of her clan to 'watch' us." He sounded irritated, that's because he was. "We don't know where we're going yet, the prisoner is not to be trusted, however we can expect a trap and a fight. There is however, another goal besides slaughtering the Kolat." Shifting his gaze between the both of them, he found this meeting appropriate and of most importance. 

"We must retrieve a belonging without the Mantis or anyone knowing." 

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Taryn
Masaru considers, mulling over what is requested and placing a finger against his chin. He was not someone capable of dextrous maneuvering beyond his capacity with blades. He also was confused, as he did not know why what seemed like a matter of simple... Theft... Was being brought to him. Surely if the Clan needed that, there were other...

His gaze fell to the woman who had arrived and been so silent. *Ah...* He thought. Perhaps her role in the clan was such a thing.

"What is the belonging, Bayushi Yuto-sama? I believe I can draw sufficient attention that a belonging might be unnoticed for a time."

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Lisa
The black mask remained impassive, the woman beneath it as still as stone. Her hair was braided back against her skull, and she seemed armored by apathy. Her head turned from Masaru to Yuto and back. Her fingers drummed once as she waited to hear the answer to the question. 

Beneath the mask her features were relaxed as she stood *Ankle deep in snow at the peak of the mountain, Rokugan at her feet.*

Like an arrow on a string she was perfectly steady, ready to snap into deadly flight the moment she was loosed. 

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