Off On the Wrong Foot [Ulv]

"Put one of them..." Sylvia repeated after the redhead under her breath, with no small hint of apprehension in her voice. What bit of good will Ulv had earned from her thus far was tossed aside as more inappropriate flirting was to be made, and she pursed the corner of her mouth in thought.

Dammit, she thought to herself. She couldn't go and upset the woman now of all times...

"Fine." She ultimately gave in with a brief sigh. The enticing smell of the tea would just have to wait for a little longer, even if... Why did she smell a fire, anyways? With quick, efficient movements, she picked up both outfits and draped them over one arm. "I'm Sylvia, by the way. Sylvia Brauer. Care to show me to somewhere private, to change?"

Again, she pursed the corner of her mouth only to give in to the woman's wishes. The news that the door weighed a literal ton worried her a little, but there was nothing to do about it now.

With a sigh, Sylvia laid the clothes back on the table and quickly began to undress. First her shoes as she undid the clasp in her belt, then the trousers came off. She wasn't quite sure if she was fortunate or not for having worn the lacy little number as underclothes, and turned away from Ulv to pull herself into the long skirt just as quickly. The leggings followed, then her top came off. In a couple of minutes, she was fully dressed again in the more conservative of the two outfits, though far from comfortable.

It was just quite too big for her.

"It's..." She tried to come up with something to say, anything that wouldn't draw the woman's ire. She wasn't entirely convinced in trying on the other outfit. Turning back around to face Ulv, she drew another small amount of reishi from the room, and the portions of the coat and leggings that were ill-fitting quickly cinched together into a more aesthetically pleasing -and comfortable- form.

"It needs a little tailoring." The Quincy's voice had lost most of its irritation, only to replace it with... fascination. She didn't much mind the long skirt, but she didn't look half-bad, if she said so herself. Her eyes had quickly found the large mirror on the wall, and she couldn't help but to pose a little and turn to better see her reflection.

There was no hiding the faint smile, no matter how hard she fought it.

Pulling her attention away from the mirror, Sylvia took the medallion from the strange woman quickly. She still wasn't comfortable with being touched by this person. Even so, she looked over the piece of jewelry, and remarked the unfamiliar... potency of the reishi that surrounded it.

How someone could make such a thing was truly beyond her comprehension.

"Yes," she replied while stepping back from Ulv again. This time, she made certain to be away from any furniture in the room, and not just the woman, then outstretched her left arm. In an instant, a longbow nearly as tall as her appeared in the hand opposite her leiden hant. "Bogen Verloren has taken the lives of many Hollow already. And, though it leaves me weak after, I can use the Quincy: Letzt Stil, as well." Without further need for her demonstration, the weapon vanished just as quickly as it'd appeared.

"About this," she turned the conversation towards the medallion still held in her gloved hand. "I've never felt something this... pure. What is it?"

What the woman said certainly made a good deal of sense. After all, her parents and teachers both had warned her to be careful when exterminating Hollow, lest she draw the attention of Soul Society, or even worse factions. She didn't have much of an opinion about this new information, one way or the other. A dead Hollow was still a dead Hollow, after all.

"The Vandenreich is here, then?" She asked while stowing away the medallion in one of the coat's pockets. She purposefully ignored the... compliment for the sake of her own sanity. "To be honest, I spent the last of my money to come here. I won't be able to travel for a few days, at least."

Sylvia wasn't entirely sure whether or not the woman was joking, at first. She certainly wouldn't put it past the eccentric redhead to have such a group within the Vandenreich at this point. The more she thought of it, the funnier the whole idea sounded, leading to a small giggle escaping the Quincy before she could stop herself.

"A representative will be fine. Thank you." She was genuine in her appreciation, even more so since the woman finally seemed able to respect her wishes. With no further distractions, she took a seat at the small table. "Now, about that tea?"