Relighting the Torch[Ulv]

Minatumi City, Asia.

In search of reclaiming his past greatness, Torabevu received intel that led him to the booming city of Minatumi. The bodies of the city flowed similar to the waters that cascaded underneath the docks, constantly waxing and waning into the harbor. The information he had gathered led him to search for a particular person, famous amongst the city as well as the Soul Society. Ulv Umber, a Vizard that had accomplished great feats and had powers unique to her own kind. While it seemed a bit far fetched that she could provide any sort of help to him in regards to skipping the long strides he had made in the past, it was well worth a shot.

Where was one to start if he was in search of someone? Well, obviously he'd ask the locals. Most of them giving him vague information, which was understandable. He was a foreigner after all, and his clothing wasn't very traditional within the Gigai that was he provided. Draped in a Kimono that was dated back to Feudal Japan. Hints of turquoise and crimson colors with honey-colored flowers printed all around. Nonetheless, he considered himself to be rather dapper. Though, word of him being there spread like a wildfire after a long summer's drought. Surely he would be found before he could find her.

Thus, he'd take a seat at a local inn ordering a jug of sake from the keep as he did so. Sipping on the warm sake, his cheeks grew blush. His tolerance had dwindled to a nonexistent state. The tingle of the liquid that lined his mouth made him smack his lips in approval. "Wonderful." He'd state, the locals gathered outside gossiping as they looked in from the entry. Curious as to what the intentions of the man were. Yet, he was just an old soul looking to revitalize his youth.

He raised a brow to the woman before him, she was clearly unlike the others that lurked behind him. He could only wonder that if she was who he was looking for. Yet, he wouldn't pour himself out to her right off the rip. Beating around the bush, he began. "When you've lived as long as I have, you'd find that filling that time with joyous moments and good sake is much better than the dreadful mundane course of these hourly wage warriors." He took another sip, letting the liquid lined the innards of his mouth once more. His lips puckered as he lifted the glass in a Vana White display to himself, "Ah yes, the only thing that's never broken my heart or led me to disappointment. Baste me, liquid deity." He took a sip once more, looking back at the woman.

Clearing his throat and situating himself in his seat, he leaned forward to the girl across from him. "I've come looking for things found and not found. Tell me, do you know the things I've found and not found?" His voice whispered, piercing the air between them with his sake ridden breath. He flopped back down to his rear's home place, his neck finding the back of the seat as a fertile nesting grounds. Looking down the bridge of his nose as he sipped the sake once more, a blank stare cast upon the flame before him. "You seem friendly, though. So I'll let you in on a little secret. I am searching for a spectacular woman. Could it be you?" His eyes grazed up and down her torso, feeding on the sight before him, winking as his words came to an end. A predatory nature came about him for a moment, a sigh dispelling the curse of his loneliness. His eyes shifted away from her and back to his drink, the full effects were yet to set in, but the warmth of the sake shifted him into this spunky fellow with a loose jaw.

"Huh?" Eyes pressed to thin lines as he stared at the woman in confusion. He didn't understand all this talk about being drunk when he was just now starting to feel himself. A little buzzed? Yeah, but there was no way that his limits were surpassed with a few sips of sake. He chuckled lightly. "You must not be too kind to a beverage, yourself. Surely, you can't believe that I am drunk? I'm just gaining my social prowess, you see. A lubed mouth is a much better machine than a dry one. Please, don't take my loose lips for a misunderstanding that I should be barred, dear." A jubilant smile ended his small discord.

A sigh broke his lips apart, "If you don't trust me, I'll stop. There's no issue with that. No need to cast judgment upon someone you've just met. As for alleys, I've always avoided them. Nothing worse than some unexpected human fecal matter, and that's where you find it: alleys." Chuckling lightly, he stood up. "Well then, if you're not who I am looking for then I suppose I'll take my leave." As he motioned to place some currency on the table, he glanced back to the door where people were gathering earlier. A younger gentleman pointing at the woman sitting with him, a look of obvious hints that "she was the one". A questionable look smeared his visage, but it mattered not at this point. Walking away before it finally clicked. "Ah. I've been fooled." He looked over his shoulder in realization.

"It is you, isn't it?"

"Tch." There was nothing wrong with how he was being, he was just speaking. Perhaps his words were being taken in an ill manner. Wouldn't be the first time the cheerful old man with a youthful persona would be taken as such. It was neither here nor there, however. The task at hand was to return to his former self. Yet, as a member of a Royal Family and the prior in line to be Head of the Clan his plan wasn't to galavant around telling anyone who didn't need to know who he was about himself. Finally, she would come out and say it despite him already figuring it out for himself after a long trail of bread crumbs were slapped right in his face. The confirmation was affirming, however.

"I am Torabevu Novozumi Kuchiki, the former heir as the 23rd Head of the Kuchiki Clan. Currently, the eldest member. I am affiliated with the Gotei United, but I have yet to join their ranks as there is something I wish to regain once more... my strength." He clenched his fist before his eyes in a cliche manner. His words, resolute.

"I wouldn't mind a hot dog, though. It's been quite some time." Breaking the small tension he created with a light jest, chuckling and rubbing the back of his head. He brought himself back to the table, pushing the sake away. "I'm not sure how you are able to help me, however. I was just told that you were capable of fulfilling my request. I have nothing to give you in return accept a debted favor and my allegiance."

Torabevu couldn't help but chuckle at the title that was pulled from the little cloud above her head. Perhaps he should just introduce himself as just his name from here on out, but he figured knowing his affiliations might play a different role. He wasn't too sure. Nonetheless, she seemed delightful... to an extent. "Ah, my apologies for being so vague. In my younger years, before I took a nearly 1000 year break from my duties as a sword for the Gotei, I was quite the swordsman. Since then, I've seemed to have gotten rather... well, rusty to say the least." He carried on, leaving some notes on the table for their drinks, proceeding to follow Ulv to the assumed hot dog stand. "I had gotten myself into some affairs that led to my duties and line of succession being stripped from me. Though it wasn't supposed to be for 1000 years, my mind had played some foolery upon my Soul and led me to believe that this was fate... Well, obviously not. It's not so much that I have forgotten how to wield a sword. Perhaps, it's just that... I lack the willpower to set things forward for myself. Who knows, could be anything, really. Perhaps I'm just too old." He chuckled awkwardly, his face riddled with the embarrassment of his existence.

"Ah, Byakuya. He's a good lad. Could smile a bit more." Tora jested once more, clearing himself from the guilt of his prior words.