[Invite]Mitsu & Shiro - An Unexpected Meeting

The trio had peculiarly impeccable timing. Tanya had no sooner finished closing up the shop and locking the garage doors when they came strolling up her driveway. As the doors locked from the inside, she'd noticed them on the security monitor. She went through the house and opened the front door to let them in. For whatever reason the Shinigami seemed interested in irritating her. Was he trying to gauge how she reacted to his words? At first claiming Quincy were not good at using Reishi. Building up and topping off the statement with the fact that they were masters at controlling it? "I'd watch yourself Shinigami. Under normal circumstances I would not even consider welcoming you into my house." Her glare was intense, though not as much so as when Mitsuoki first started rattling off his little tidbit of info, if it could even be called that at this point.

Once inside, She guided them to the living area where she left them for a moment to retrieve some cups and a pot of the coffee she'd set to brew before closing the shop from the kitchen. Four cups and a full pot of freshly brewed coffee made its way to the living room table along with a sealed package of store bought shortbread biscuits. "There's Coffee or water from the tap if you're thirsty." Tanya offered, pouring a cup of coffee for herself and taking a sip, ensuring the less than invited guests that what she set before them was a genuine offer of hospitality and not something laced with poison. Despite the Shinigami presence... Tanya took a seat near the table. The soft felt chair was a welcome reprieve after the day's work and she would not be made to feel uncomfortable inside her own home even if she didn't approve of her current guests. She would make sure Mitsuoki realized this fact for himself.

The house was quite spacious and while she'd expected to find some peculiarities considering this person was supposed to be a Quincy, the house was surprisingly... normal. Nothing seemed out of place, every location she'd been able to see from the time she entered the threshold was well kept and clean. Shiro'd even glanced after Tanya and into the kitchen when the Quincy had gone to get cups and the coffee. Even the kitchen appeared to be in a proper state of cleanliness.

On the table before them, aside from what Tanya had presented, there was a small covered jar. Leaning over to lift the glossed ceramic lid, Shiro discovered it to be full of small perfectly cut cubes of sugar. Sitting off to the side inside it, lay a slender spoon for scooping out the contents. Good, Shiro didn't like the taste of black coffee. Judging from the fact the Quincy hadn't opened this container before pouring herself some coffee it seemed fair to think she welcomed guests on a regular basis... Shiro's eyes drifted to the Quincy, who's attention actually seemed to be directed towards Mitsuoki. "Seeing as there's sugar, I'll have some coffee then..." Sighing, Shiro picked up the spoon and dipped several cubes into one of the remaining empty cups. Despite the rather comfortable seating, the unexpectedly provided hospitality of the Quincy, and the relatively relaxed posture the Quincy herself seemed to have... the atmosphere around Shiro still felt strangely heavy for some reason.

Pouring the coffee over the sugar inside the cup ensured that the sugar would be properly absorbed into the otherwise unfavorable bitterness of the beverage. With the sugar properly and completely dissolved, Shiro carefully brought the cup over to her lap, steam from the too hot contents rolled up into the girl's senses. It smelled strongly but the blend of coffee and sugar mixed to create a more favorable aroma to Shiro. Bringing the cup to her face she gingerly blew on the hot coffee to cool its surface before partaking of it. The coffee was favorable. Not the best as Shiro would have preferred milk and cream to go along with it but since those options had not been offered she would not impose. She was here to learn something and unfortunately the person in question who would be teaching her was not exactly on good terms with Mitsuoki. Whether or not she could expect better treatment from this Quincy was still yet to be seen... Whatever the case, Shiro wouldn't fail to thank her for the coffee.

"The freedom to choose what we believe and who we follow is also a means with which to empower the vast majority with the capacity to build and design their own cages." Tanya shrugged in response to Mitsuoki's talk of sheep and shepherds. Really though, was there any point for them to keep going back and forth like this? She could care less what morals this Shinigami held to, they weren't hers after all. More than likely this Shinigami felt the same way about her.

Acknowledging Mitsuoki's apology on behalf of Thirty Seven with a nod of her head, Tanya chose to address the soul inside the Gigai. Her words were cold, crisp, and dangerously void of any emotion. "I suggest you choose your words more wisely, Thirty Seven. From what I can sense, you are the weakest one out of all of us gathered here. A single shot from one of my arrows in just the right place could end your life at hardly a moment's notice, and trust me not even Mitsuoki would be able to block all of them to save you. From now on you are to address me as Tanya and nothing else, understand." She wouldn't actually make good on this threat. Her belongings were far too valuable to bother with someone like him, but if it got him to shut up then she'd at least be satisfied for the moment.

"Pleasure to meet you Shiro. It's quite unfortunate we had to meet under such... circumstances." To the group they might find Tanya's voice was surprisingly pleasant when addressing the girl. She had nothing against humans, especially not ones who wanted to learn more about the things they simply didn't understand. Judging by how the girl kept fidgeting Tanya judged that this whole ordeal the girl was currently engaged in had been the Shinigami's decision and not one of her own ideas. Tanya sighed. The Shinigami's uniqueness aside, one thing was for sure. This Mitsuoki character seemed to be just about as pushy as any other Shinigami she'd ever met.

Tanya's return on her own greeting and introduction, a strangely pleasant greeting by comparison to how the woman seemed to regard the others, namely Mitsuoki. Though despite the pleasantries in her voice, Tanya did not seem inclined to answer to to the girl's small talk... "Let it be what it is." Shiro thought, slightly disappointed.

The fox Mitsuoki brought along for the ride hadn't seemed to appreciate Tanya's threat against Thirty Seven. Shiro paused in the middle of eating her biscuit to contemplate whether the Quincy's threat had been genuine or not. The verdict? Shiro couldn't tell... Mitsuoki and this Tanya both seemed to have the ability to mask their emotions, hiding the subtle indications from their faces. Shiro remained quiet. It didn't feel right to her to be the one to interject into any of what was currently happening. Instead she procured another biscuit, dunking it before taking the moistened cookie into her mouth. Now that Shiro thought about it... Mitsuoki hadn't exactly asked for permission to bring Akane into the Quincy's house. Even with Thirty Seven explaining away the fox cub's behavior she couldn't tell if the Quincy truly or honestly liked or disliked the fact that there was now an animal here. Then again Akane was a small animal and it didn't look like Mitsuoki had brought any sort of leash with him so even if Tanya asked him to put her outside there was no feasible way to do so...

The delays were over. The uncomfortable feeling of intruding where she didn't feel particularly welcomed could be ended with this. Even if Mitsuoki hadn't brought her here she could have possibly sought out a Quincy on her own if she'd known the information would be readily available and freely exchanged. Shiro didn't look to Mitsuoki first. She didn't want Tanya to think this had been entirely his idea. In truth she couldn't argue with the fact that it was mostly, but if she could assure this Quincy of her sincere interests then perhaps at least some of the tensions in the air could be thinned out or eliminated altogether.

Shiro set her cup down on the table, before respectfully bowing her head to Tanya. "If you would be so kind. I would like to know about your people and their history. I believe it would further help me to understand this world of spiritual beings which I've only recently become familiar with." Shiro lifted her head, looking to Tanya with a small smile. At the very least she didn't want to be enemies with anyone if she could help it. It was bad enough that most hollows seemed to have it out for her or any other human she knew. Though that seemed to be a personality trait of the creatures in question...

Tanya had shot the girl a warning glance, suggesting she be careful if she planned to intervene with any of her own self involved opinions. Surprisingly though, the girl seemed to have a sound and irrefutable argument. She hadn't taken either side and actually pulled herself out of the equation in order to see things as objectively as she could. "That is an interesting analogy." She had to give the girl credit. There was nothing she could realistically argue with in the words the girl spoke.

Even more surprising to Tanya was the sheer level of agreement this Mitsuoki seemed to have on the points of atrocity in question. Most Shinigami would refute any argument opposing their views and debase any reasonable facts with baseless accusations to cover up their own ignorance. A sip of coffee and Tanya set down her coffee cup. She'd be lying if she'd said she wasn't at least intrigued by this girl's intuition... and even the Shinigami's own personalized views on the matter. "Reishi, is indeed what I use. It's fast, effective, and just as deadly as Reiryoku." Tanya leaned forward, feet planted firmly on the floor as she held up her left hand, palm facing upwards as she formed an arrow. She didn't manifest her bow, it wasn't necessary for this demonstration. "It takes a master of Reiryoku to even come close to the rate at which the Quincy can manifest these. And even then the most advanced Quincy have been known to be able to manifest thousands of Reishi arrows at a time to slay their enemies with. Tanya let the energy gathered into the arrow dwindle and fade away and disperse. If she'd gotten a rise out of Mitsuoki for the display she would only smile and say. "I find it strange that a Shinigami with your opinions would willingly serve the Soul Society." It was strange to her as well. Tanya sat back again, sipping her coffee while she contemplated her own feelings. For a while now she hadn't felt like kicking these guests out the moment her story was finished...

"Is any place ever truly safe from hollows?" Tanya shrugged. Hollows visited the Human world often, but at one point in their lives they'd been human so if they had some way of returning to their origins or if they'd never left the human world then of course they'd have access to it and be able to rampage there. If one could bring a Hollow into soul society without it being purified, what then? Did Shinigami think just because Hollows had no way in that they couldn't exist there in some way?

"Even if you have a different representative, who's to say their orders don't come from the same leader?" Tanya remarked. From her experiences even if two different entities governed themselves, one could still have such a thing but still continue answering to the same leader. If that were the case in question then what difference did it make how the orders were issued? The lambs would still follow.

"Just make sure I never see you on the battlefield or I'll have no choice but to kill you." Tanya nodded, voicing her little retort as the trio left. She still hated the guy for being a Shinigami, but his views were definitely different from his peers. "Each person has their own views and reasons... but it doesn't necessarily make one person right and the other wrong." Tanya thought. She then lowered the lid of the box containing her mother's Quincy cross and lifted it off the table. Closing her eyes she leaned forward with her elbows on her legs. Tanya held up the box and gently rested her forehead on its closed lid. "I have my own reasons for fighting, whether it's the right reason or the wrong one doesn't matter to me at this point." She muttered in a soft tone before placing the box back into the drawer she'd procured it from.