Dancing on graves (INV)

Queen Victoria had heard of this. People thought it had been a terrorist attack, a foreign countries first strike or any number of other ridiculous explanations. Those who knew better, could read the signs, the lingering feeling of hollow reiatsu and power that had wrenched through the air would know that this was no terrorist attack. At least, not a human one. She had seen the pictures, the blood, the carnage, it was all too much. No finesse or visible purpose. As far as she was aware from her limited spiritual sources, no one important had even died, it seemed to just be death for the sake of death. But who was she to guess as to intent, this world was alien to her and she had only scratched the surface when it came to the groups, gangs and politics of the Soul Society. Not an inch of her mind doubted this was something to do with them, it seemed whenever she heard their name it was in reports of death and mayhem.

She strolled through the wreckages, kicking rubble out of the way, the area was so large the authorities could not keep everyone out. And at night, this far after what happened, she doubted there was even anyone on watch. However, she was not here to ponder the dead, nor hazard guesses at the whys and how's. She was here for a much more selfish and profitable reason than that. Where there was death there was money, that was a certainty in life, grave diggers had been profiting off of death for centuries, the government with its taxes on anything they can get their hands on, always looking to save money on these events. Her lips flickered into a smile as she considered why she was here, and concluded the irony that she would be helping the system. After helping herself of course.

Three large men followed after her, hands in their suit pockets where guns lay, she was well within the capability of taking care of herself and people in the Naruki gangs knew that. But people out here in this drab little town were unaware of her reputation, and so a more obvious and recognisable deterrent was required, such as armed thugs. Her foot crunched, the heel of her boot going through a skull buried under ash, looking down and picking it up she stared into its eyes. She breaths out heavily, lazily gathering the sound around the skull and eventually causing it to crush inwards, the pieces crumbling between her fingers before dusting her hands off and looking around. "The addiction of death, breath it in lads, that's the smell of the future." she grinned as she let her powers flux outwards, making ripples in the air that created a storm of ash and bones around her feet.