A Shinra Masquerade
Entrance number one: A Mad Scientist and a Were-Wolf
A childish rhyme played in her head...
"The ants came marching two by two, hurrah, hurrah,
the ants came marching two by two, hurrah hurrah..."
The rest of the song was lost. Words became meaningless blurb, a trail of sound that lost coherence. If she were pressed to sing it to the end it would have begun as those words and ended in a hum. The simplistic upbeat melody buzzed in the back of her head, even as the Phoenix left her side to greet the two new comers.
Or rather, he moved to help the tallest of the new comers through the door. Shrouded in a makeshift white coat that was more likely a pair of sheets hastily sewn together, the tall one was having some problems getting in. His struggles showed Elena that pens and a calculator were clipped to a makeshift pocket over the left breast, and that pocket was level with her head. Whoever this person was he was massive, so much so that Elena instinctively went for her gun. Her Turk nerves screamed monster... or at the very least unnatural, and her first instinct was to shoot.
Elena sternly reminded herself that this was supposed to be a party. And aware that killing the guests would be bad forum if nothing else, the young Turk managed to coax her hand to let go of her gun. It was hard, took a few minutes -time in which Phoenix, who was oblivious to her state, physically forced the monstrously large man to crawl through the door- but her hesitance was actually proving to be a good thing. For one, she managed to figure something about the scientist that pushed all the hostile instincts out of her head. The one that was the simplest, the most obvious, was that he was a fake. She cracked a grin to mock her earlier paranoia. No man could be so tall as to have to crawl through the cafe's double doors. The long neck, the face, was locked in an eternal sneer. They didn't twitch once, not even when the man behind the mask bumped his head into the floor.
Matter of fact as he crawled in his 'glasses' came off. There was no mad groping to retrieve them, no sudden fearful pause that heralded loss of sight in the myopic. The shaggy one who trailed after the 'scientist' actually bent down and thoughtfully set them back on the person's faux face. The other, sensing her scrutiny turned and stared at her over his furry shoulder. Black fur, Elena noted, false long snout and glowing red eyes. Stereotypical werewolf to the core, save for one tiny, amusing, addition. The person playing the wolf was clad in a furry body suit and a white torn shirt and long coat. She smirked and had the impression that maybe under the cover of that long face obscuring mask he or she was smiling too.
She had to admire the wolf person's sense of irony and his or her courage, because the suit he/she was wearing under that furry body suit was none other than one of Rufus' old uniforms. It was torn, slashed -the lack of fraying made her think a knife did the cutting- around the edges; one sleeve had been sliced off completely.
It also looked to be constrictive, very… tight. As she watched the were-wolf playfully rap his scientist companion's frozen face Elena quietly scratched the idea of the wolf being Reno. Yes the motion was playful, but there was little to no sensuality to it. No matter his disguise Reno was Reno, and Reno was interested in everything with breasts that walked on two legs. And he oozed that fact, his need, and his want into everything he did. In short, Reno would have strutted. He would have flaunted what the suit hid and appreciated the challenge of showing off what he could despite his costume.
Lifting a wooden hand the scientist clumsily swatted at the wolf -who in turn slipped gracefully out of the way- then, after a moment's pause the scientist staggered to his feet. The large man's equally massive wooden scalp almost brushed the ceiling as he stood. Elena looked first to the wolf, then to the doctor. She smiled at them both, and decided that this game might actually be fun. Setting her hands on her hips, Elena craned her head up to look the scientist in the "eyes".
"Hojo, seriously, you need to lay off whatever steroids you're taking. Keep it up and you won't be able to take the elevator!"
The phoenix chortled into a yellow gloved hand, the wolf's shoulder's shook in silent amusement.
"Hojo" only tilted his head down so he faced her. His eternal sneer seemed fierce in the dark room. He stared at her, she at him. Then, at last, he broke the silence. Whilst rubbing his hands together let the false Hojo out a very mad scientist-esk cackle.