Post by Nanami on Mar 1, 2016 0:15:58 GMT -5
Hunting a witch. The smile never quite left her face each time she thought about it. It was delightful, she savored it, let the notion hang in her mind for delightful seconds as she made her way through the reaches of the western Rukongai. It was -new-, not entirely of course because nothing was really new, but even with great effort she couldn't recall any time before that she had ever been called on to hunt a witch.
Not that she'd been actually called upon of course, this one had taken some effort. During her stint in the 4th upon her return she'd used her position to begin building her network. Nothing terribly clandestine of course but her time in the 2nd division had instilled in her a healthy appreciation for assets. The grapevine had told a complaint from the Rukongai and one of her little birds let her know.
It was no secret that even in the 5th Division Nanami had a tendency to go to the Rukongai, she sought almost any excuse to escape the walls of the Seireitei when she was in the 4th and even though she had a healthier appreciation for her work under Nagisa she still felt that wanderlust, that desire to stretch her legs and be free of the rigidity of formal day to day Seireitei lifestyle. Being a seated officer helped in many ways, allowing her much more freedom over her schedule, nicer lodgings, but it was worse in other ways. Responsibility grew that leash around her neck, and she could feel it tug at times.
Seemed simple enough, a few days free of the walls to investigate a surely bogus claims. Absolutely a waste of her talents as a seated officer, but raised eyebrows weren't enough opposition to stop her insistence. Seated officers were allowed their proclivities, and what was essentially paid vacation was one of them.
The fresh air had done her wonders, a chance to stretch out and let her mind wander without worries of duty or anything. A good long chat with Gamikira on the nature of death, a quiet note about weapon styles, quiet reflections on the role of the Shinigami and its change over the last millenia's.
In almost no time at all she had arrived, through a long path a little ways from the nearest village. It sat at a crossroads, and her first impression was that it was a rather beautiful place. Initial investigation from the village she had passed through suggested it was a fine establishment. While not far out from the Seireitei to be inherently suspicious it was actually quite successful, bringing both a measure of culture and prosperity. Most people seemed happy for the business it brought through and the employment it offered the nearby women. Not much about a witch, that was for sure.
Nanami decided it was doubtlessly the grumblings of the jealous and further decided that for more than the sake of her 'mission' she would seek out the owner directly. Fine arts, tea, she'd really chosen the right assignment for herself she decided, quite pleased.
She walked inside peeking around at the interior. Classy, it was the simplest word to capture the essence of the interior, and a hostess to match. Brown hair with matching eyes, a demeanor that belied real strength. What kind of person would she be, Nanami wondered already her mind putting together an assemblage of the legion of identities she'd encountered through her life. Something about her stuck out, like her face was similar to an old friends, but the rest entirely unfamiliar.
Nanami smiled, standing relaxed in her telltale shinigami robes, sheathed blade resting gently at her hip. She bowed politely to the hostess, a simple incline of her head and shoulders. "Hello, my name is Nanami Hideaki. I'm new to the area, but I've heard wonderful things about your establishment. I must admit though, it has been awhile. I'm at a bit of a loss as to the specifics of what you offer here, would you mind? If you have time of course," she added with another polite incline of her head.
Part of her lingered at curiosity if the owner of this place had done anything to create the report that Nanami now pursued. Was it the woman before her? Nanami was nearly certain.
721/14/14 GP Total
Not that she'd been actually called upon of course, this one had taken some effort. During her stint in the 4th upon her return she'd used her position to begin building her network. Nothing terribly clandestine of course but her time in the 2nd division had instilled in her a healthy appreciation for assets. The grapevine had told a complaint from the Rukongai and one of her little birds let her know.
It was no secret that even in the 5th Division Nanami had a tendency to go to the Rukongai, she sought almost any excuse to escape the walls of the Seireitei when she was in the 4th and even though she had a healthier appreciation for her work under Nagisa she still felt that wanderlust, that desire to stretch her legs and be free of the rigidity of formal day to day Seireitei lifestyle. Being a seated officer helped in many ways, allowing her much more freedom over her schedule, nicer lodgings, but it was worse in other ways. Responsibility grew that leash around her neck, and she could feel it tug at times.
Seemed simple enough, a few days free of the walls to investigate a surely bogus claims. Absolutely a waste of her talents as a seated officer, but raised eyebrows weren't enough opposition to stop her insistence. Seated officers were allowed their proclivities, and what was essentially paid vacation was one of them.
The fresh air had done her wonders, a chance to stretch out and let her mind wander without worries of duty or anything. A good long chat with Gamikira on the nature of death, a quiet note about weapon styles, quiet reflections on the role of the Shinigami and its change over the last millenia's.
In almost no time at all she had arrived, through a long path a little ways from the nearest village. It sat at a crossroads, and her first impression was that it was a rather beautiful place. Initial investigation from the village she had passed through suggested it was a fine establishment. While not far out from the Seireitei to be inherently suspicious it was actually quite successful, bringing both a measure of culture and prosperity. Most people seemed happy for the business it brought through and the employment it offered the nearby women. Not much about a witch, that was for sure.
Nanami decided it was doubtlessly the grumblings of the jealous and further decided that for more than the sake of her 'mission' she would seek out the owner directly. Fine arts, tea, she'd really chosen the right assignment for herself she decided, quite pleased.
She walked inside peeking around at the interior. Classy, it was the simplest word to capture the essence of the interior, and a hostess to match. Brown hair with matching eyes, a demeanor that belied real strength. What kind of person would she be, Nanami wondered already her mind putting together an assemblage of the legion of identities she'd encountered through her life. Something about her stuck out, like her face was similar to an old friends, but the rest entirely unfamiliar.
Nanami smiled, standing relaxed in her telltale shinigami robes, sheathed blade resting gently at her hip. She bowed politely to the hostess, a simple incline of her head and shoulders. "Hello, my name is Nanami Hideaki. I'm new to the area, but I've heard wonderful things about your establishment. I must admit though, it has been awhile. I'm at a bit of a loss as to the specifics of what you offer here, would you mind? If you have time of course," she added with another polite incline of her head.
Part of her lingered at curiosity if the owner of this place had done anything to create the report that Nanami now pursued. Was it the woman before her? Nanami was nearly certain.
721/14/14 GP Total