Masquerade: Gems

[Her next target for sharing was dressed like he was embodiment of the heavenly bodies. Blackextravagant robes with the sunbursts on the sleeves and all the shimmering trim created from thousands of tiny, golden beads. His crown was also gold, wrapping around his head like a solar flare frozen just as it cast itself away from it's heavenly source. His mask acted as contrast, in sparkling silver and shaped like a crescent moon. A yellow gem was pinned to his robe.

He stepped into Yuffie's personal space, arms crossed and a bored line to his mouth. Then lifted one hand and took a da-chao bean.]

This venerable one has never heard of such beans. What are they for?

[His tone is imperious and demanding and coldly bored.]