Even faded and worn, California sings in the heritage of the Manor – a confluence of Spanish and American styles - from every parapet and every arched window. Expansive, proud, and dignified, the old Mission Revival Architecture reflects its pedigree in its ceramic tiles, grand turrets, and a coat of pale-peach stucco.
The Lord sat in a musty leather chair in what he thought was once a study. The chair too had it's once-es that were readily apparent. Once refined and once well taken care of. It now showed signs of wear. Of age. Things the creature who sat upon it would never again experience, and this coupled with the expensive suit and watch the man wore made the scene all the more strange. The Japanese Dragon had hoped to get an actual tour. He had even been given a phone number, but no one picked up. This of course was neither here nor there, Mr. Maddox obviously has his own schedule to keep and Tomori respected that.
Instead he tracked down everything he needed through the proper channels at The Nox, and then headed over to investigate. He was...less than pleased with what he found of course. The Grounds, which showed a fine design in and of themselves had fallen into disrepair. The Solarium had started to become overgrown and the entry hall sparkled very little in the moonlight. Katsuro decided then and there that changes must be made. He opened up his briefcase and pulled out some pencils and papers, and found a desk. After dusting it off and pulling up the aforementioned chair the Dragon found himself making a rough sketch.
He started with just a trace outline of the house, and then a few markers for the furniture he had seen, when this was complete he set out another fresh piece of paper and began rearranging things. A few bookshelves here. A desk there. If one looked at it from above though, and attempted to connect the "dots" at the right angles one would see the tell-tale signs of sacred geometry and feng shui. As Tomori sketched, he also would occasionally jot a number down here or there in the margins, as though keeping track of something. First, he would have to have the place cleaned and maintained...well he would likely have to do most of that himself. Then, he could enact his drawings, once they had been tweaked a little here and there.
Having no plans to leave anyitme soon, Katsuro drew on quietly humming a song. It was quite likely he could run into any of his fellow academics if they happened to walk the halls but given the upkeep, it seemed unlikely.
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