The gardens were waning. The flowers of plum trees were losing their petals when in the dark, rotten aura of General Nishiyama. It was so infused by the presence of dark arts, her blood-drenched trail that followed her like a drape, stretched through history. And yet, she found this deathly presence calming. The claws on her right hand sank into the cup of tea, pulling a small cherry that has been boiled inside it, out, and piercing its tender, fleshy surface with the tips of the steel talons. Her long lashes fluttered as she slowly put it into her mouth, enjoying the sensation it gave her.<br/><br/>She didn't flinch as her guest appeared in the middle of the hall. Just like the curtains, being blown up with the wind, which carried small petals into it, and then let them carelessly drop onto the floor, she remained graceful and unmoved. "Welcome, Odette. I am honored to have one of such fame - no, I shall not say infamy as some would, for I hold your skill in high regard, young one - as my guest. Please, sit down." she offered her the chair on the other end of the round mahogany table, and with a silent clink raised the cup of tea to her lips. "Would you like some tea from the cherries and plums of the west?" she offered her, gesturing towards the glass container, holding a large amount of ginger-colored liquid.<br/><br/>"I have a rather precious, but also a rather personal job for you. Do it well and do not let anyone else know off it, and I will reward you richly. I have faith in you, Odette." she spoke up, the tip of her tongue, sharp almost like that of a serpent, licking the drops of the tea off her claws. "For I wish you to take surveillance of Hisaki Naohiro Daisan no Shiroi Hana Adachi, the Black General himself."<br/><br/>Outrageous?