Reckon A Sense [Nozomi, Vandenreich]

Nozomi felt a soft pressure applied to her stomach; one of Hulderic's followers holding the head of her hammer against her to stop her in her tracks. She was indeed brought pause, though there was still no shift in the blank expression on her face as she stared dull-eyed at her resistance. The sinister dark hole roiled violently behind her, causing the currents of winds to distort and disfigure, sending an eerie chill down Oka's back while she stood there. Nozomi looked down on her, stark crimson eyes finally focusing on her for the first time. While it was ultimately unnecessary considering the scope of her ocular power, the mere gesture of meeting eyes brought positive feedback, as psychology has come to prove in studies before. This youngling surely couldn't tell how far-reaching her vision was, capable of perceiving everything around her from any angle she desires, and at a level of detail that some would not even be able to comprehend. In a way she had never taken her eyes off of Oka, but this couldn't possibly be deduced from thin air, and Nozomi hadn't made the efforts to speak of it. Thus, the simple expression of looking at her would be of some consolation... as the woman seemed fairly upset.

Her words were spoken from someone a step behind the conversation, not quite fast enough to pick up on the pace of it. While they were strong words with great sense to them, Hulderic had made it quite obvious he did not give the slightest heed to her words. Nozomi certainly did not want to have to leave it at such harsh words and hostilities, preferring to take the path of least resistance and succeed in her task with words alone. The crux was just that her words would hold no sway, and if they could not curb Hulderic from his foolishness, then time was wasted slinging insults and flexing muscles. And yet, that was what the Vandenreich would seem inclined to do. The numb-skulled brute, with cardinal irises to match his rugged hair and the figure of a world-renowned body builder, opened up his pudgy hands to collect Reiryoku into its locus. He spewed out in broken Japanese about how they would crush the Kokuryuteshi quite easily, obviously confident in his abilities. It was probably also implied that Nozomi too would not be able to stand up against them, though she couldn't be quite sure. As for the only other one who decided to show his face, the tall thin one with violet hair and a lackadaisical look about him, spoke just to himself as he expressed his disinterest at her arrival. Yet even as he held back he summoned his spiritual bow to arms, ready to fight at a moment's notice.

Nozomi was not flexing her muscles here—she was merely holding on to her vast energies for a situation exactly such as this. Her words were harsh and probably insulting, and as they were the Vandenreich couldn't be trusted to hold themselves back from reacting violently. If they were to sling their fists at her, Nozomi would make the experience a living hell for them, until it became evident that fighting her was a mistake. She stared at Oka, observing the minute twitches and shifts in her eyes. This one... this one had the most sense within her, more than Hulderic himself. He merely brushed off her words of advice, her words of warning, and was so blinded by his ego that he would inevitably plunge his organization to its death, further blemishing how history would remember the Quincy. They were finally beginning to surge back in numbers and strength, and this one man was trying his damnedest to throw it all away. But she, the lady dressed up like a nun in her admittedly strange outfit, was the only one who bothered to take her words into account. She continuously tried to nudge her master in the right direction, bringing up that Nozomi may have had a point, and yet Hulderic did not even notice it.

Nozomi did not wish to continue speaking with Hulderic, just as he did not with her. But she would speak to this woman because she did not disrespect her and she did not take her for granted. She opened her mouth, just about to speak to Oka... but a well-timed interruption came from behind her and cut her off, in that of Hulderic's sudden exclamation. Whatever she was about to say to the nun disappeared with the wind, and her mouth closed so that the Vandenreich leader's transformation could steal the spotlight away. Nozomi kept her back turned, but with the power of her Omnidou eyes could easily keep track of everything that was happening. His aged adult form shrunk, losing hair and muscle, reversing the flow of time. In his place was a boy, on the precipice between a teenager and an adult. Youthful energy flowed through his veins to show that he was no longer the old man he was moments ago, but someone with greater health and... appearance. While certainly more powerful than before, the shift only solidified how lowly she thought of Hulderic. Only Oka would be able to see how her eyes closed solemnly, subtle melancholy coloring her generally emotionless face.

From his words, it would appear that not only had his form gone through a jarring shift, but so had his mind. He was a different person entirely... and by that he was exactly the same person. He reiterated what she had already known; that he did not care about anything she had to say and that he was not going to back down from his leadership, and also implying that he was itching for a fight, the bloodthirsty fool. He also still maintained the same level conceit as his elder counterpart. The only difference? For reasons she could not quite grasp, he suddenly decided that he would not act against K-World. This rendezvous was quickly spiraling downwards and Nozomi was further coming to the conclusion that Hulderic was simply an irrational being; illogical; without sense. While it certainly was what she desired and had come here for, what was the catch? Were these words a mere facade to get her to leave as she already intended to? Or perhaps Hulderic would hold back now only to find another mess to get into. Nozomi could already see a grand scale war on the horizon, and there were so many opportunities for him to piddle away the lives of his Quincy with foolish mistakes. And when he spoke now of throwing a celebration... was this a game to him?

''Hey buddy go get us some drinks, booze and such...'' Nozomi briefly heard Hulderic speaking to the tall one, his subordinate, like they were college buddies about to throw a 'sick' party. And then he waltzed over toward where she and Oka were standing, the Garganta will wide open. Just as he was within arm's reach, Nozomi's eyes shot open and she sharply turned on the boy, who was now much closer to her height to meet eye to eye. Whatever he was going to do or say would be punctuated by the First Quincy's glare, palpable displeasure in her movements. The dense layer of Onikagahi in the atmosphere above toiled like a thunder cloud, displaying the ire that Nozomi was seemingly incapable of showing on her own face. It was a storm of dark energy that made the all the energies of these Vandenreich members look like torch lamps in an impenetrable fog. In contrast... Nozomi's next words were soft and calm, almost melodic in tone. ''There's nothing more to say between us. As long as you abide by my warning to not endanger the Quincy by warring against others unnecessarily, you will receive no interference from me. Now please order your subordinate to move out of my way so I may leave. I wish you the best of luck.'' If granted, Nozomi would simply nod her head and turn back to her Garganta to take her leave, not looking at Oka as she did.