A favour with flavour (INV)

The streets of Naruki City at night were quite something to behold; Karakura was lively at all times, to some extent, but it didn’t hold a candle to this. It was impressive, to say the least. It was like a constant celebration, and it didn’t even seem like it was a particularly significant night. Was this just what it was like every night? Red-and-white eyes scanned the streets below. He felt like he could get used to this. Perhaps soon, he would find himself doing just that. Especially so, since the higher number of people here seemed to be a perfect place to bring others to blend in. A grin crossed his face as he found what he was looking for. He’d come to this city because he’d been tipped off by a recent acquaintance about someone in this city who might be able to help him acquire something he was in need of.

A few seemingly rough-and-tumble types on the streets below were his first tip in the right direction, or so he hoped. He had forgotten to bother to ask this acquaintance of his for specific directions to find the person he was looking for. But he had some idea who she was, and how to find her. He could only imagine how it was she would go about getting what he’d come for… but he supposed he didn’t exactly have clean hands either, so perhaps he wasn’t one to judge.

A loud snap sounded his Sonido bringing him to the top of a street light much closer to the group of thugs. It didn’t take long for them to talk amongst themselves and reveal a step in the right direction towards what he was looking for; being invisible to normal humans had its perks, he quite often found. A grin crossed his face as he took off down the street, taking a few turns. The next group he found got him even closer. On top of that, he’d heard them refer to her as ‘Queen Victoria’. It seemed he was coming to meet quite a character.

It took him less than an hour to track down the place he was looking for, and though he was completely concealing his own Reiatsu, he could sense someone inside… which meant, based on the lack of awareness of all those he’d seen in the last hour, that it was probably her. He came to a door that lead to the room she was most likely in. He looked next to the door, at a sign that read “No Shitting Allowed.” Well, how was it that first impressions went again?

The doors to the operating theatre would burst open with a kick as he calmly and evenly stepped in, fluid but not particularly fast motion. The room seemed fairly large. The Visored wore a black, tattered cloak, with the hood drawn up, hanging open and revealing a black Chinese-styled sleeveless top with silver trim and slim black pants underneath. From beneath the cloak he drew two katanas, one with a blade black as midnight that seemed to shiver in the soft light of the room, the other a pale silver. He spun both in his hands before piercing them straight down into the floor on either side of him and taking a few more steps forward, leaving only a few meters in between him and this…

“Victoria, I take it?” He said, in a calm and confident tone, drawing back the hood of his cloak, revealing long black hair and a red left eye, his right pure white with a glistening scar over it. With a slight bow, he corrected himself, a friendly smile across his face: “Err… Queen Victoria, I should say. Your men seem to have quite a lot of respect for you.”