[[oh that's an interesting effect. Qinghua leans in closer to study it. As he does, one hand comes up to rest a finger on his lower lip and tap it a couple times. The way someone might do with a pen or pencil.]]

So the masks have a special effect component...

[[He mutters this mostly to himself before pulling back and crossing his arms, rejoining the conversation.]]

He's probably too powerful for anyone to kick him out. And if he's that powerful, then it's better to appease him and hope he thinks you're not worth remembering or paying attention to.

[[He shrugs and puts on his mask. When it settles into place the mask shifts and the image that forms...

...is a loading screen?

No. No. It's the flashing of a small, single blue-green bar on the upper left-hand corner of an otherwise black and blank field that takes up the rest of the mask.

After a moment, characters began to appear, as if someone had begun typing. Typing very fast. In Chinese. After less than a minute the screen was filled with words and the typing just continued, the writing being pushed up and off the visible screen as the writer simply didn't stop.]]

Well? Did it give me something cool?