Twas a building like no other, yes it was normal in a sense, it had windows, doors and hallways and even small rooms where people lived but it was decorated too be some sort of perhaps of the renaissance era as it was highly decorated to be fancy or as if it were abit showy.
But this was merely the entrance, past this laid what was to be expected, desks littered with paperwork that had been forgotten or ignored and all in all the lighting was rather dim tho one of the strangest features was that of a sideways window and a chandiler protruding from the floor, alone in a corner.
Behind all of this odd happenings was a pure white desk and a pure black chair, a quil dipped in a white ink pot and a cartoonish character was usually found sitting there.
But today Mr. Inverted was out as he was too over joyed to be brought down by paper work, keeping order in Rukongai but the smallest hint of something had reached his ear, a captain had defected apparently accompanied by a hollow entity as twas somewhat of his job he couldn't help but let his curiosity free.
In his absence how ever he left a recording of himself in the form of a hell butterfly that began to gently float too and for where he usually sits, waiting for any enquires.
But this was merely the entrance, past this laid what was to be expected, desks littered with paperwork that had been forgotten or ignored and all in all the lighting was rather dim tho one of the strangest features was that of a sideways window and a chandiler protruding from the floor, alone in a corner.
Behind all of this odd happenings was a pure white desk and a pure black chair, a quil dipped in a white ink pot and a cartoonish character was usually found sitting there.
But today Mr. Inverted was out as he was too over joyed to be brought down by paper work, keeping order in Rukongai but the smallest hint of something had reached his ear, a captain had defected apparently accompanied by a hollow entity as twas somewhat of his job he couldn't help but let his curiosity free.
In his absence how ever he left a recording of himself in the form of a hell butterfly that began to gently float too and for where he usually sits, waiting for any enquires.
