Seireitei Winter Gala [MINI-EVENT]

[Johnathan Walker]



If there was one thing Johnathan hated about 'meetings' like this Gala, then it was the dresscodes. Whenever his organization would call for something like this, the first to say they needed a dresscode would get their asses kicked swiftly by a certain Quincy.
"You've looked worse." There it was, the small chuckle inside of his head. Materializing her illusionary body besides her host, a large, white cat appeared, folding the wings on her back together and yawning. The look in the blood red eyes was playful and a bit cynic as always. Johnathan sighed - she was right, it wasn't THAT bad. Still, he looked like someone from a Quincy museum, not like a fighter that was leading an army in the real world. If he could chose, he would walk in like a simple normal guy - if you counted crosses on every bit of clothing as normal.

Now, he was approaching the entrance with safe steps, giving out superiority one would not expect from one of his kind here, in the middle of the Soul Society. He could literally feel the unbelieving stares of Shinigami around him - 900 years ago, nobody would've ever believed something like this would happen. A Quincy in the middle of the Shinigami, and besides him, a spirit that gave of the same superiority her host did.
From the feet upwards, Johnathan was dressed in clean, shining white, the color of his clan. On the back of his white clothing, a cross could be seen - a black celtic cross, like it was the custom of the german clan. Still, it had a twist to it - under it were letters in blood red, written in german. Translated, the words meant: 'We will never forget.' Those that could read the words would maybe feel taunted... and some might feel regret. After all, even now, the Quincy race wasn't back to the strength it once had.
But there was more. Under the cloak with the described sign of his clan, the upper body was clad in a light armor, with his clan crest on his right half of the chest, and an unknown symbol on the left - the sign of his organization. Those that could understand it would notice.
As the confident Quincy was walking with heavy steps, he felt something - just how heavy the friggin shoulder pieces of his armor were. Who could ever fight with stuff like that? Sure, this outfit was mainly for showing off even back then, but still, it was annoying. On his right and left arm, chains with celtic crosses attached, out of pure silver, could be seen - even the chains shined in a silver light. Even though he normally didn't fight with those weapons, as a sign of his leadership, he couldn't go here and look unarmed. It was simply to set a certain sign.

This sign became clearer as he approached the main hall. Loosening the chain that was holding his cloak, he gave it off to the servants - the tall and wide stature of the man under it suddenly became a whole lot slimmer as the thick cloth on his back was now missing. However, he now also untied the chains around his wrists, hidden under the long and wide cut sleeves of his upper armor. To the servant that normally took the weapons of the guests, he gave the two silver objects - the Shinigami recieving them was dumbfounded at first, but after feeling the intense spiritual energy those two silver objects gave off, he understood and placed them besides the other weapons.
Without giving the two servants more than a quick nod, he turned towards the main hall. It wasn't unfriendly or high and mighty, though - while John had a bit of arrogance radiating off of his safe and knowing smile, it still felt like he was just... another one of them.
Moving into the guests that already arrived, the Quincy in his thin body armor around the upper body with the bit of white clothing around his shoulders looked fragile, almost humble. With a swift movement of the hand, he removed the band holding his hair together as a low ponytail, and let it flow freely, giving him even more contrast between black and white. The cat besides him chuckled.
"You like attention, hm?"
"Would you believe me if I said no?" For strangers it had to look like he was talking to a cat that didn't say anything, since she was only speaking inside of his mind for now. Noticing Tsubine, the Quincy approached him - someone with such a look on his face had to be the one responsible for the whole gala.
"I assume you are the one who send out the invitation to us? Well, who am I kidding. Nobody but a former of your rank would know of our existance." No mind for formalities. This was Johnathan Walker in his element. With a smirk, he reached out the right hand towards Tsubine, which was covered in a white glove, unlike his left. Only few knew that this was only so when a Quincy went to meet with Shinigami - another stain from the past. Never to touch the 'enemy' directly.
Of course, John wasn't thinking that way himself. But this guy wanted 'formal dresscodes', so he would get them.
"Johnathan Walker, fourth head, successor to the german Quincy Clan. Pleasure to meet you."