Owner	Pose
Leland Owlsley	The Grey Shopping Plaza was built by the Takamo Corporation, a multinational concern based in Japan. This building, named after a long dead prominent citizen, was the newest feature of the Bensonhurst neighborhood. The area was a large shopping center made mostly out of outlet shops and a sprawling food court that was obviously influenced by the company's heritage. Surrounding the court were decorations that showed off Japanese architecture and other motiffs. In the middle of this outdoor food court-picnic area was a gazebo, and a miniature shrine to Inari. At the Shrine today was a old man and his Grandson. The old man smiled as his son took 5 dollars from him and began to head to the Shrine, which advertised good luck in exchange for a donation to charity. As the money was placed in, the roaring of bikes filled the air, followed by the crashing of glass.
Saeko	It wasn't 'her' shrine, the modest little wooden thing that had been built and where those who had seen her directly during the 'war of angels' now worshipped, but each and every shrine to Inari was one under the gaze of their Tenko and today was no excption. Somewhere, between space and physical planes, Saeko rested with the latest offering, a gentle repose of comfort and enjoyment in the form of a sweet that had been left on the alter in thanks... When she felt it, that little tingle of something that had the kitsune in her oasis outside the mortal world leaning forward and sweeping a hand over the small basin of water that rested nearby, its reflection offering her a glimpse of the shrine and the silent sting of fear in its domain that was felt by Saeko after she'd 'loosened' what she was willing to accept as a prayer for aid or blessing.
Leland Owlsley	The scene in the basin was that of pure chaos. You would see the now heavily damaged food court surrounding the Shrine, and the panicked screams of it's patrons. Then, you saw the chaos. Zooming all over the mall were men riding what looked like heavily customized Japanese motorcycles. The bikers were riding around the mall smashing windows, breaking decorations, and occasionally knocking over shoppers who were not quick enough to get out of the way. The bikers accompanied this with loud guffaws of laughter, as if they were enjoying the chaos. Each of these men were clad in red aviator jackets that had Japanese lettering on the back that said "RED LOTUS" on the back . As the chaos continues you would see the old man and his Grandson looking on in shock, which suddenly turned to fear as two of the bikers stopped in front of them. The bikers rushed off their bikes and towards the two. The old man tried to say something, but was quickly shoved to the ground. As the old man cried out in pain one of the bikers began to search his pockets for his wallet while the other biker roughly grabbed the kid by the arm and roughly demaned in accented English, "Give me your money kid! Or else!" The Man then looks to the Shrine, and his eyes widen with recognition and horror, he had just committed violence at a Shrine.