Ri'Staraa was the last of the Genkou teammates to arrive in the domestic quarters. He had taken his time to learn as much as he could of the layout of the land and the order for battle. Being new to fighting demons, he felt the need to be very cautious in this battle, specifically. With shrewd gray eyes, he moved into the plush area where the teams were being roomed and glanced about at the commotion the others were causing. At the moment, he thought it was far more prudent to establish his territory and fortify it against intruders than to be unnecessarily social.<br/><br/>Slinking down the corridors and sticking with the shadows, the tan-skinned boy went mostly unnoticed. He knew at this point he would have to share a room with one of his new teammates and the idea didn't appeal to him at all, though it was easy enough to figure out which one of the three they had been assigned did not yet have two inhabitants. Much to his chagrin, he had reason to believe that his roommate would be the woman. He didn't have a single thing against the "fairer sex" but the way she had already tied the two beds together led him to believe she was either overflowing with vanity or entirely taking the situation for granted.<br/><br/>With a gust of wind, he separated the two sleeping surfaces - pushing his own bed much farther away from her's than it had been originally. "Mighty presumptuous, aren't you?" He asked aloud through clenched teeth, shaking his head as he moved away. He unpacked half his clothes into the provided dresser and left the others in the small suitcase he had been carrying, leaning it up against the bed he claimed as his own - the one closer to the entrance to the room. He made sure to drop some of his silk scarves on the bed so the Succubus would know who she was rooming with - as she<em>obviously</em>must not have had a clue before, judging by her actions.<br/><br/>He stretched and checked the time - still plenty of room to scout some more and check out the competition. Since he knew he would be watched like a hawk if he made his presence obviously known, he did his best to put his best foot forward. A silver and black silk scarf in his hair and a matching one with coins attached around it wrapped around his lithe waist, he made certain to display his prized short swords as he stepped out, donning a casual dancer display. His clothing underneath the scarves were plainer - white and black - tight at the chest and loose at the legs. Feeling confident - especially in his exposed feet rather than in his leather boots from before - he saught out his teammates at first, to get intel on how things were going so far.