An unlikely visitor [Open to those in Operation bury the hatchet]

In this moment, many. .Many thoughts crossed the elects mind as she exhaled. Eventually from the masses upon masses of guards came a single figure. In this moment, niflheim had experienced what could naturally be called tunnel vision. Everything else was blotted out, and she was hyper aware of the single being in front of her. Then again how could she forget the garb of the kenpachi? Even if the kenpachi’s of the current era, differed drastically from the kenpachi’s of old. . . That didn’t matter. It had always been a position that was held, by the most ruthless. The most powerful, and the most destructive. It didn’t matter that in this moment the figure that wore this impressive legacy was but a girl, one who was shorter than her own stature. In the moment that the elect’s eye’s made contact with the kenpachi’s, what was conveyed in the elect’s own gaze was a duality. Both Courtesy and respect, yet also Ferocity and Ancient intelligence.


The reason for this was, the elect as one of the oldest quincy, has heard of the kenpachi’s and seen the struggle since the very beginning. More directly it was because niflheim acknowledged how powerful this girl had to be to simply hold that position. Eventually, the elects concentration was broken as a hand had rested on her shoulder and it startled her. How had one of her own managed to follow her so far, when she had come alone on purpose, to protect her people? Those platinum colored irises darkened to mercury as she glanced over her shoulder and, instantly knew who it was simply by the subtle tones and nuances in their voice. How vexing! If it wasn’t for the fact that they had company, and rather important company at that; she would have been lecturing her daten captain for getting in harm’s way.


But, it allowed her to not focus solely on the captain, and to see the bigger picture. See the other members that had begun to arrive one by one. And eventually she addressed the kenpachi, her garb changing slightly as the extra threading that had covered her wondrous clothes had been laid bare, dissipating in a hiss of azure which lit up her ethereal features. When it dissipated, what she wore was interesting. It was a japanese robe, one that had been with her since before she had became a quincy. Due to the years she had worn it, the robe was so densely covered in reishi that as a subtle wind whipped by it caused for flecks of blue to trail out from her. At this point though, it’d probably be quite easy to tell who she was. But for the sake of courtesy, to the kenpachi who had given her name, the elect had said in a crisp, and cordial tone.


”...Well met Kenpachi Ibiki, I am Rakkī yajirushi Date, but today i am known merely as Niflheim, I am the leader of the Vandenreich. “


She paused, as she could see the table forming and she couldn’t help but add her own little tweak to it. Through reishi manipulation she changed the length and shape of the table, causing it to turn into a japanese Kotatsu, underneath the table reishi-formed heating elements cropped up due to her visualizing and embedding the image into the surrounding reishi. The captains haori, the haori of the kenpachi had reminded the elect of her japanese roots, and how she had often sat at table’s like this within the date clan. How they had conversed and bantered around them in times of prosperity, and grimly in the times of war. By making this subtle change, she had not done so to undermine the kenpachi. But rather because, when sitting on a chair someone could fidget. They could turn to the side and avoid eye contact easier, they could wobble and teeter on the back of a leg. A chair in itself was unnecessary and in some cases a distraction.


As niflheim had softly stepped out of her heels, she let them disappear into their original components of reishi, tucking her clean feet under her , heels resting firmly on her rump before she had looked across to everyone that was standing. To some it might be strange, but for major meetings and discussions as these? She often deferred to her ancestry. So there would definitely be a japanese feel to both her posture, the rigidity through the slanted line of her straightened back, the way her eyes glanced at each of them. Before she let the corners of her lips curl ever so slightly into the softest of smiles, her words resounding as her lips parted.


”I must admit i cannot speak for the entirety of the quincy race, because my organization is a haven, not a cage for them. “


She prefaced what she was about to say, simply because despite the quincy of old rallying completely behind the organization; in today’s world there was ultimately many places they could go, and if they wished to continue to hate the shinigami? They could just as easily leave the vandenreich. Yet, as the captain commander to be had seemed to have genuine interest she had exhaled and continued, her words unfiltered, for even in peace talks; she was not one to mince the truth with fluff and filters.


” But i do speak for a majority of them, and i can say that the quincy of this generation are wary of the shinigami, Even if the wars that had ravaged the quincy race have long since passed, the effects of it still exist today. This animosity that lay between us is a byproduct of that. “


She paused, and noted each of their faces. Making eye contact to convey the severity of this truth. Because this was fact, the quincy race still was wary to outsiders, and even more so to the shinigami. Yet, it was not a lost cause. As the elect of the vandenreich exhaled she continued her speech.


”..Yet, the next generation has yet to be born, and this generation is not seeking war with the shinigami. At Least those within the vandenreich are not. If they are shown that shinigami are something other than what the stories portray them to be, i am certain that relations can easily blossom between the two races. That being said, what stance does this generation's shinigami have, future captain commander?”


After she had said her peace she inclined her head to toshiro. Her expression hard to read as she said in a crisp and polite tone, that probably was as smooth as water. ”..And greetings to you as well sir.”


Yet dissenters appeared, and as her eyes focused upon them. It’d be hard to gauge what was behind niflheim’s gaze. For she had a millennia to master the facade that she wore as armor around her heart, she merely gave him a soft smile, and a crisp half nod. To show that she had heard what he had to say, but for now hadn’t elected to respond to it because she had turned her attention back to kenpachi ibiki. Her expression neutral as she waited to see what this gal would have to say.