Woah, Nice Legs [Murasaki, Yoruichi]

She was aware of Murasaki to say the least. Saying nothing of the fact that she was the opffspring of one of her former squad members whom she'd actually been rather fond of, it was something to be said of just how much the woman had managed to accomplish since her return. Indeed, in some ways she wondered if she herself might have had a story similar to the girl had she ever more .....properly returned from the world of the living. Probably not, but that didn't mean it wasn't an entertaining thing to muse about.

It was JUST the sort of whim-bound notion that had drawn Yoruichi to specifically make her way to the woman's little exclusive class.

She happened to slip into the room in the very moment that Murasaki seemed to have been in the midst of making a point. She silently had slid the door open and shifted into the room with practiced quietness. Her Spiritual pressure suppressed by sheer habit, and honestly her presence too was concealed almost entirely. She was, quite idly, in gremlin mode as she made sure to slip into the room such that the ONLY person who would be aware of her presence would be Murasaki. The students, quite entertainingly, hanging on the woman's every word...or ....whatever aspect they were fixated on. None but Murasaki would get to see the woman slink silently into the classroom and slide into a (thankfully) unoccupied seat in the back and watching with calm, placid attention, even gesturing for Murasaki to continue if she seemed like she was stopping due to her presence. With every intention of simply playing the silent observer to whatever remained of the lesson itself.

Some.... itty bitty tiny part of herself, just ...you know...maybe 30%, was bemused by the possibility that perhaps her presence would make the woman nervous. But more likely, she imagined the woman would continue on and she'd get to see the woman in action as it were. Another, more non-literal part of herself actually snorted in the back of her mind.

Nyanya nya nyayanya.

Did Yaseineko actually talk in that way? Not in the slightest, but that WAS the extent of the meaning she derived from Perhaps you could learn something from this woman. As far as she was concerned, Yaaseineko MAY as well have just nya'd annoyingly, but she paid attention none the less. Bonus points that perhaps Yas would need a little LESS pampering this evening. Unlikely, but a girl could hope.

The tail end of the lesson turned out to be coming sooner than she'd expected and she let out a little humm as she peeled herself up from the seat and stood up as the students filed out of the room, stretching her back just a little before smiling when Murasaki approached her with a fairly calm demeanor! All the same, Yoruichi's brows perked up and she wound up folding her arms over her chest as she gave a VERY serious look, eyes dead set with the sort of professional disamusement that she had used often in the past. . "I was curious, this is, after all, one of the most exclusive classes in the Shino Academy. I admit I expected it to be more structured." She noted dully, walking toward Murasaki and pausing only a very short distance away to seemingly look her over incredulously as if she was suddenly just as she had been five hundred years ago.

And just as suddenly, she broke out into a big, beaming smile, stance relaxing as she leaned in and raised a hand to funnel her mouth secretively. "But the truth is I actually don't have anything I wanted to talk to you about!" Possibly causing whiplash with that jarring transition of tones and her potentially dizzying reply. All the while, Yoruichi idly began to circle around the class, before ultimately parking herself back into one of the seats and gesturing for Murasaki to do the same. "I DID consider thinking of something to ask you, but then I realized that that would mean asking you something related to my Zanpakuto. And that would involve telling you about my Zanpakuto. And if I did THAT, we''d have to find a replacement for you." She chuckled in clear jest. The kind of calm, casual jest that some found endearing, and others found terrifying given the context of who this woman once was, and the fact that it was hard to tell when Yoruichi was being serious.

"But more seriously, I have to admit I was also just sortof curious as to what you taught around here. Especially given the harsh criteria for qualifying for the class." SHE definitely wouldn't even qualify for the class, to say the slightest. "Especially when I found out that it was being taught by the Daughter of one of my subordinates from the old days. Whom should stop Sulking around and come visit me, bye the way." She raised her voice just a little as she glanced around. Of course she herself knew that Midori wasn't actually around with a fair level of certainty, or at least she felt as much. Zero Division DID always have it's ways, so it didn't hurt to put that out there in case Midori WAS they type to helicopter. That girl always DID have an over-invested interest in when she was being talked about. Well... then again she supposed it was normal to be over-interested in when your superior would talk about you, so maybe Yoruichi just had a skewed view of that from her,

Pause. Glance. Ah right, she was talking to Murasaki.
"But like I said, afraid I'm gonna have to disappoint you. I just wanted to say Hi, no official business, serious conversations, or surprise kidney donations for you this evening." She assured the woman brightly.

Yoruichi quirked a brow slightly at Murasaki and smiled, pleased to see the girl rolling with the punches as it were. The information about someone as important as a member of Zero Division just being around Soul Society was not new, but what WAS interesting was hat Murasaki was keeping tabs on the woman. Or rather, the woman was simply AROUND enough that Murasaki had become aware of her persisting presence. Yoruichi herself stuck her tongue out and made a brief face of pouting for half a second before lightly itching her cheek with a nail. "I suppose I should catch up with her at some point about a few things. Her being a member of the zero division does drag things a little. I imagine you know what I mean. You get to know someone, they get into a new position. I remember when Your Mother was just this little squeaky thing that was showin her stuff in my squad. Cute lil thing she was." She hummed, despite the fact that Midori probably wasn't 'cute' or 'little' by the time she'd actually BEEN in her squad. But Yoruichi certainly used those descriptors anyway.

"And now she's a part of Zero Division. Bleh." She sighed before pausing, those bright piercing eyes shifting toward Murasaki as the subject took a bit of a shift. A brow popping up in brief contemplation before she put on a light and casual smile. "OH! Well admittedly I was taking care of some business. A few things that the Gotei was a bit too busy to deal with. You probably didn't even hear much about me, given the sheer number of people who just sortof vanished amidst all that stuff." She murmured, just offhandedly talking about the Demon Incursion like it was just some, eh, thing that happened.

"I can't really go into like, the nitty gritty details or anything. Not yet. But long story short I was reminded of a .....young....more dashing....less......blinded by bureaucracy Byakuya Kuchiki. Before the days of his subtle sashay into quasi-dementia and geriatric care." None of this was true. Probably. Maybe. Honestly she just enjoyed annoying the man. Oh she's still talking! "- And I was struck by a particular memory back during his younger days in which after having stolen the sash to his Obi right off his waist, the little scamp went and shouted something about ...... the devil... and suggesting something to the effect that I might enjoy the neighborhoods down in hell. So I did!" Yep, just dropping that. "Not as hot as you'd think, bye the bye. Did NOT get the Tan I was hoping for."

Yoruichi nodded sagely and folded her arms, goodness there was a lot Murasaki would have missed out on. She had to admit she wasn't the clearest on what had been going on in soul society around that time, she'd practically come in late to the party and just had a surge of will to DO something about all that shit. And truth be told, it had been more with the authority of her family than as any position she might have within the Gotei. As such? Her family was really the authority behind the action, not the gotei itself. Hm, that actually reminded her. She'd need to speak to Chidori about all of this as well. Right? That was actually a tough question. This was some rough subject material to pounce on the girl. She'd have to learn about this stuff eventually but ....still.

She let her gaze flick back to Murasaki and a smirk crossed her lips playfully. "It was what you'd expect. A damn wild time." She noted before pouting. "You gotta be careful asking about those things though, I don't need you getting mixed up in Noble House nonsense. Your Mother would have a stroke if she knew I was talking to you about this stuff. So forget I mentioned any of it. Don't want your Old Aunt Yoruichi getting in trouble with your mom now do you?" she grinned, as if she would care about THAT. Well actually yes because she was rather fond of Midori, but all the same, she was messing around. "What about you? Anything interesting been happening in the world of the living?" She decided to change the subject a little. She was aware of Murasaki's abnormal familiarity with the place, given the stories about her, but more than that it was more or less her job. "I hear stuff's been kinda perilous down there. Feels weird to not be all tangled up in world of the living stuff after five hundred years." She murmured a bit ruefully. She'd definitely missed the place.

Yoruichi couldn't help but smirk just a little at Murasaki's views on her mother, a little chuckle escaping her as she let her fingers gently drum along her forearm, canting her head to the side as she imagined such a situation. She could see where Murasaki was coming from, but she also imagined the woman might be ...leery at the very least about Murasaki getting involved with nobles given their experience, BOTH their past experiences. Or maybe Yoruichi was just overthinking it. She paused, eyes darting to the Captain before she quirked a brow. "What's wrong with calling her aunt? I think it's nice. Don't you think so, Aunt Murasaki?" She asked, a cheeky grin splaying across her lips as she promptly gave it a try herself. "I dunno kinda rolls off the tongue nicely. Or do you just not like feeling younger?" She mused haphazardly, not even bothering to put too much thought into the subject. No no no, thought was for work and shit, she was just enjoying pushing buttons and seeing what happened.

The woman's opinion on the world of the living, however, DID make her tilt her head. "Oh? I have to say I wouldn't have expected that sort of answer from you. What is it that you think will happen if the Vandenreich are left to their own devices? Or ... more interestingly: If you WERE in charge, what would you say Soul Society's Next Move should be?" She inquired, lightly folding her arms, resting he elbow on one and gently tapping her chin as she circled the room idly, seeming deep in thought. "Even if you aren't in a position to lead the entire gotei, you ARE a Captain. Have you raised these concerns with the Captain commander? Or has the Gotei Thirteen gone back to being a bunch of Gotei Ones?" She ventured, of course using the old name for the organization. She honestly wasn't sure how she liked the new one. But all the same, she DID touch on a few points: Namely how the Captain was interacting so far as OTHER Captains, especially the CC. She knew very well how much Captains had a tendency to just try and take things on themselves, she didn't even remember the last time she'd heard about Captains meeting together to try and make any decisions or have discussions.

She stopped directly in front of Murasaki and canted her head to the side. Her expression suddenly radically different from what it had been a moment before.

"Especially in a situation like one we live in today, a Captain has died. This isn't the sort of situation where the Leaders of the gotei should be drifting apart, be it your fellow Captains or the Captain Commander." She noted, her voice a strange sort of serious. It wasn't the voice of an Exile turned ally of soul society sometimes. This was the sort of voice one would expect from the Soshireikan. And for just one instant, it was almost like Murasaki were being interrogated.

And just as quickly it was gone, a quirky almost pouty look on her face as she folded her arms.

"Is the sort of thing I'd have expected to hear back in my day. But honestly I don't even know how you guys have been handling things the past couple years. Honestly with some of the stuff I hear coming back I almost wonder if the damn place is gonna split again." She sighed exasperatedly, but the sortof playful exaggerated kind of exasperation that came from someone who wasn't too involved and could just be ambivalently annoyed by all these new facets of the Gotei.