A festival was to take place, it was always a good time to take a breather and relax; the towering man might not have been much of a people person but it didn't mean he disliked the excited energy that such events brought about. Tonight, he was dressed in a rich, crimson red yukata with black trimming and embroidered with black vines spreading all across the top and the heaviest around his shoulders. One of the only differences between most of the other outfits around and his, was that it lacked a left sleeve; it was simply not there with no evidence that one had even existed. Instead, his arm was settled comfortably inside with his bandaged hand hanging down in front of his body. Every so often the fingers twitched against the fabric of his garb but went still just as quickly; the man was unsure just why they did that from time to time, he had no feeling in the limb so maybe it was just a reaction of the chakra running through his body.
Getting his mind off the demonic appendage, the towering man reached up and made sure that the headdress and partial mask was on his head; the plumes he bore were all in red and gold, the half mask like that of a bird's etched in gold with etched lines filled with a metallic red paint to accentuate the curves and embolden the features. His violet-blue eyes glinted with delight at the bustle, even while his face remained just as stoic and solid as the half-mask he wore upon the right side of his face. Long strides carried him through the crowds, the people parting around his form as though water before a prow, his eyes flickered across the booths and people alike; taking in the dress of others as well as the spectacles of people playing the games, or the food being cooked and presented. Stopping on the main drag before a grilled calamari booth, the man stood out in the crowd heads over others as though he were a pillar in the sea; even more noticeable upon sight for the bright colors and feathers. His right hand was resting upon his hip, making a bag full of yen bounce on a string that was tied to his pinkie finger, from the looks of things, the man was delighted to be there but bored out of his mind and looking for something to actually do; ah the life of a solitary man, always able to dress up and go out but hardly anyone about to join in and make things interesting.
Getting his mind off the demonic appendage, the towering man reached up and made sure that the headdress and partial mask was on his head; the plumes he bore were all in red and gold, the half mask like that of a bird's etched in gold with etched lines filled with a metallic red paint to accentuate the curves and embolden the features. His violet-blue eyes glinted with delight at the bustle, even while his face remained just as stoic and solid as the half-mask he wore upon the right side of his face. Long strides carried him through the crowds, the people parting around his form as though water before a prow, his eyes flickered across the booths and people alike; taking in the dress of others as well as the spectacles of people playing the games, or the food being cooked and presented. Stopping on the main drag before a grilled calamari booth, the man stood out in the crowd heads over others as though he were a pillar in the sea; even more noticeable upon sight for the bright colors and feathers. His right hand was resting upon his hip, making a bag full of yen bounce on a string that was tied to his pinkie finger, from the looks of things, the man was delighted to be there but bored out of his mind and looking for something to actually do; ah the life of a solitary man, always able to dress up and go out but hardly anyone about to join in and make things interesting.