Not the Best of Ideas [Vlasta Kral and Kisuke Urahara; PL Event]

"Maybe this wasn't such a good Idea..." Vlasta slumped back against the wall of a slightly to narrow alley she had ducked into. Her hands were trembling, clenching and unclenching. Her eyelids were twitching in the same manner and the pale skin of her face was covered with a layer of sweat from the struggle it took not to start cutting these humans into shreds. She had misjudged just how annoying humans were. She thought she'd be fine until she tracked down what she was looking for, the thought of which reminded her why she couldn't just go about skinning those people alive, no matter what headache they gave her. It would certainly be counter active to attract so much attention.

But it was so hard. The entire few hours she had been there it had been the same thing over and over. "Oh! A foreigner" some whispered to their friends, thinking she couldn't hear. "A hot one" was the more common of the replies and that alone would have been enough for a good hanging in her book. And then there were others who just stared, mummbling about how tall she was, and then of course there were mentions of her foreignness again, which to be honest was just getting old to the blonde. If only those people knew just how 'Foreign' she was. Others seemed a bit scared. She heard a few quick gasps followed by "Those can't be real can they?" or "That can't possibly be legal". Scary or not she wasn't going to take her weapons off. Others Sins could have been around. But what got her the most was the people who'd actually approach her and exclaim about how cool her cosplay looked. They asked about how she got the blades upon her arms to look so real and where she had bought her crown. What the hell was this coslplay? Were they making fun of her clothes?! Wrath ground her teeth harshly, surprised they didn't shattered under the pressure. She always loved her clothes. She was a queen. She had to have the finest and here they were daring to mock her?!

"They'll pay..." she told herself, glaring to the opposite wall that was less than 3 feet from her face. "And why the hell is it so cramped?!" She raised her leg and slammed her foot against the opposing brick wall, leaving a few good chunks missing from it. It wasn't like she could go all out on it and leave a gaping hole in her wake. It was no where near enough to relieve her of the rage that made her shoulders so tense.

"None of them...How are there not any here?..." Vlasta's head fell forward and she massaged her temples with the underside of her fingers that were not covered by the blades. Wasn't this town supposed to be full of shinigami? How could she not find a single one? Pretty soon her patience, which did in fact exist despite rumors among Hell, would run out and she'd ruin everything and start out on a rampage. "Dammit..no..." she shook her head. Thinking like that would really bring no good. So she took in a deep breath through her nose, releasing it slowly through her mouth as she raised her head. With that miniscule amount that the action relaxed her, the blonde stepped back out into the street, hanging her head to hide her eyes beneat her her bangs as she set out to continue her search. just as before she was causing some commotion, which despite her efforts were hard to ignore. "This was definately a bad idea..." she breathed out to herself, feeling dark circles form under her eyes.

A stranger. And a strange one at that. A blonde man wearing a white and green bucket hat walked through the town. He was widely ignored, aside from some strange looks he got from some of the people about town for his odd dress. He walked with a cane, despite seeming to have no back problems. He wore a green robe, looking as if he had just stepped out from the shower or woken up, whatever the person looking upon him used a bathrobe for, and he walked in old-fashioned sandals, barefooted. He wore a small smile on his face, humming a dainty tune as he walked, as if he were searching for something. A while ago, whilst in the Urahara Shoten, a strange reiatsu had been found, reminiscent to that he had found while looking around the Gate that had opened up.

The man known as Kisuke Urahara surely knew where he was going, but he was going to take his time getting there. After all, it wasn't Urahara Kisuke's style to rush anything at all. He was a patient man, and felt no need. He walked down the street, cutting a sharp left, as he walked into an alley. It would be no surprise if he had surprised the Sin, for the Gigai cut off any Spiritual Pressure from leaking from his body. He placed the can on the ground, putting a hand on it, as he tipped his hat up a bit, showing his eyes, slightly making himself look like a raccoon.

"Well well, what have we here?" He asked, as he put the hand that had previously moved his hat into his pocket. "You seem to be a bit out of your element, don't you?" He asked, not seeming to be alarmed in the slightest by the look of this woman. His eyes conveyed nothing that the men and women of before had; they held no lust, no fear, no appraising or appreciative looks. They did not go to her weapons, nor to her legs, or anything else inappropriate. They stayed planted firmly on her eyes, amusment dancing across his face as he watched the woman in her plight.

But then again, it had never been Kisuke's style to reveal much about what he truly had noticed, or what he knew, also. Sure, a glance was all he needed to get an accurate image of the woman, and sure, he would savor the image of her, because of all the things he denied himself to be, perverted was not one of them. However, it wasn't something he was likely to let show on a first encounter. He didn't know the extent of these being's strength, so whether it seemed like it or not, he was treading carefully. Had he not been, well, he may have already made a sexual remark or innuendo. But being cautious, however, WAS his style.

She was busy with her search, spreading her senses out to detect any possible sign of a shinigami like reiatsu. Ever so slightly with each step she began to slouch forward, more and more until she resembled a hunchback, a ticked off one at that. She was going to damn well find herself some poor soul of a shinigami and blast their ears to the point of no return in lecture. The other Sins were roaming about and shinigami presence was bottoming out? That didn't seem right at all. "Hopeless idiots" she growled, un aware of the man approaching her. So it wasn't a shocker when she instantly threw her head up, looking her way with somewhat wide eyes. They of course narrowed in dread less than a second later. If she heard 'cosplay' from the mouth of some human again she was going to snap and she didn't care what happened after that, much expecting the Earth to simply explode as a result.

Nonetheless she had an image to keep up. She stood up straight, now easily looking down on him. Even taking away her deep slouch and the shadows casted over her face it was clear from her eyes that she had no tolerance any more. She managed a way to cross her arms, arching a brow as she waited for him to speak. Despite how much she wished to not show it her bottom lip was trembling. She could only imagine what shade of red could be seen upon her skin from the boiling of her blood. And she most definitely did not want the rather unpleasant image of how her veins were like bulging by the tension she felt in her neck.

No cosplay remark? So the world was safe after all. For now at least and from her. "You could say that.." Her voice was scratchy, forced out through her dry throat that no amount of saliva could solve. Her gaze was turning into a glare. What was he so damn happy about with that amused look? "What?" she hissed, making sure her annoyance wasn't hidden, as if the effort would have done her any good.

Vlasta took the time to give the man a once over without moving her eyes but a fraction of an centimeter. There was something about him that wasn't like the rest of the humans she'd come across in her short time out of Hell. He hadn't approached her for the reasons others had. She could tell that much. And with that she began to wonder. The tall blonde shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her hips following the motion. "Who are you?" Whatever feeling she was getting was one she was going to run with. If she was incorrect well then she'd just look crazy if she started asking too many questions. And in which case she'd kill the human so living being would be thinking such thoughts about her sanity, which was clearly shown by just that thought. Because there is nothing more sane then killing to prove one;s sanity afterall.

Urahara watched for a moment longer, as if debating something internally. "What do you mean what?" He asked, seeming even more amused. "My dainty mood? Well, there's no point in spending my time being angry, so I might as well be happy." He said, as he searched her eyes for a moment. Clearly, this woman did not share his opinion. "You looking for someone?" He asked, leading her on for a moment. He turned his head a fraction to the side, ever so slightly. He watched as people gave them weird looks, the both of them dressed odd for the area, the taller woman especially. His eyes returned to her once he heard her speak again, addressing him and asking him who he was. "Who, me? Oh, my name's Kisuke Urahara. I run a little shop down the road. We sell food, and nothing less." He said, not indicating whether he was a spiritually aware being, or not. "You're dressed to kill, aren't you?" He asked, chuckling at his own joke as he finally acknowledged her weapons and such that she refused to take off. "Anyway, since I've introduced myself, it's only right that you introduce yourself, also. Maybe I can help you find whatever it is you're looking for. I know quite a few people in this town." Urahara said, his hat tilted down at the last sentence, his voice taking on a serious tone for a second, though it still held a playful reminder of how he had spoken previously. By that serious-yet-playful tone he used, it gave away the opinion that he knew more than it seemed, quite possibly just toying with her, but then again, that could just be a bad habit of his while talking.

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"Tch" Oh yes she clearly did not share his opinion. She ground her teeth together, making her body stick straight and rigid as a board. Oh of this man knew who she was then he was really testing her limits. He had to know something.she just knew it. And here he was being stupid and poking at the one trait that defined her as who she was. He was insane. That was the only conclusion she had been able to come to. That or he just really want to see how much she could possibly take, Maybe he was evil and wanted to world to explode out into tiny pieces that would float out into the universe before crashing into something and causing more distruction. Some people were just weird like that. She opened her mouth to speak but her throat was to clenched with her stress for anything to even dream of escaping. She nearly threw a tantrum, fighting the urge to lift her foot up and stomp on the ground until it was demollished beneath her.

"If you know...anything..." after a deep breath she found the ability nto speak again but her voice was low and threatening. She couldn't take much more of this and the way her face was sudden;y pale was a further note of that. Vlasta was slouching forward again, her breaths coming heavy as she placed a hand upon her throat. She was losing it. "Anything...Then you better start talking..." her glare was deadly. These word games from this man, Kisuke, weren't going to cut it anymore. If he knew about who she was then he surely knew about what would possibly be coming next. Though even in her glare there was some pleading, which was an odd combination.

"I have to find them, the shinigami.." she choked out through her closing airway. "And you're going to tell me where the hell they are" Despite its forced tone her voice held power, she made herself strand straight, giving the order as a queen. Her breaths were still ragged and if any one was looking close enough like the man was they could like see the tiny black flames that were slipping form her mouth with each one. It was getting dangerous. If she had any reason to scream she would have ruined everything she had been keeping up as an 'undercover' sort of plan, which hadn't gone so well anyway if she took into account all the attention she had been getting.

Urahara sighed, the mood of the woman before him starting to bug him. He could tell she was infuriated, and even close to attacking him, but frankly, he wasn't intimidated in the least. It could be that he was rather dumb, or perhaps there was something wrong with him. Nevertheless, it didn't stop him from opening his mouth to smart off to the woman once more. However, thinking better of it, he turned his gaping mouth into a fox-like smile, as he turned on his heel. "Follow me." He said, heading to the alley where she had previously been.

He turned around, fully expecting her to be there. "Now, you're looking for Shinigami? You might have found one. Whether or not you've contacted them already, depends on what you need." He said, shrugging as he smiled. He tipped up his hat once more, using the bottom of his cane. When he swung it upwards to use the end to tip his hat up, Vlasta might have noticed a skull with blue flames in the background on the bottom.

"Because for the right reason, I might know some Shinigami in the general vicinity we're in right now." He said, clearly still teasing the girl. Although, in some weird way, it may also be considered a form of privacy. If he knew of Shinigami nearby, and she were trying to defeat them, then there was no way that he was going to tell that they were there, or so it appeared. If it was for a good reason, however, then he would willingly share... some. Urahara tended to leave things out.

He watched the woman's reaction, waiting to see if she would burst or not. In a sense, this was a test to him. He was looking to see if she would pop or not, and if she did, what she would do.

Vlasta was ready to snap when she saw the man open his mouth again. She was preparing herself to just kill everything. But then she was met with the pleasant surprise of Kisuke actually thinking and knowing full well what another smart word would get him. At this she seemed to loosen up some, her shoulders not so stiff and her hands not trembling. It could be taken as a good sign. And she even managed to get the vein in her forehead to calm down and fade back to its original unswelled size when he instructed her to follow. He was following orders like he should have been, though she still had an ache in her temple after the confirmation that he knew who she was and still pressed on her nerves. She followed behind him, keeping an eye on him before her gaze drifted to a few shattered bricks that she had took her frustrations out on. This god forsaken alley and its tightness. It was pissing her off all over again but the she found herself distracted by Kisuke's words.

"I'm not going to kill them so don't worry" she answered quickly, figured thats why he was asking for her reasoning. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Honestly if she wanted to do that she wouldn't have been restraining herself like this. Picking of a good few dozen humans would get the attention of the shinigami and they'd come flocking to her for her to dispose of. "I don't exactly like the idea of it...but I can't kill...the others off alone...I need some allies" She wasn't going to come right out and say it but she figured the small hint would be enough. And the way she hesistatedly growled out the word 'others' made it clear she was beyond just rage when it came to the sins she spoke of. Again she made the mistake of thinking about the other sins and her head was pounding twice as hard. "It'd work out for the both of us anyway" She added in, trying to keep her cool even as the others of her kind flashed through her head. "That a good enough reason for you?"

"So listen, just take me to them" she said darkly but not nearly as threatening as she had been before. "I can't take being out here much longer" the woman confessed, rubbing her temples. She assumed he would know as to why that very fact was true. She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms with an expecting kind of look as she waited.

Urahara couldn't help but chuckle at the Sin's response. Others. He assumed she meant the other beings of great power, something that raised a lot of questions in his mind immediately. Was there a falling out between herself and the others? He wouldn't really complain, as he assumed that since she wanted them to help her destroy them, and mentioned at it benefiting them, that the other Sins were more on the evil side. "Well, alright then. Come with me, and you can speak with one." He said, as he began walking. Relaxed, he put a hand in his pocket, the other hand resting on the cane. "I own a small shop not too far from here, and one lives there." He said, as he walked, whistling that same dainty tune from earlier. He kept the conversation fairly quiet, replying with one-word answers, "yup"'s, and "nope"'s usually.

Soon enough, they arrived at the Urahara Shoten. Urahara led the Sin back behind the counter, and down the hallway to the dining room, where a small table was. "Sit, sit." He said, as he called one of the kids that worked there. "Go make some tea for our guest." He said, to which the boy nodded and headed off. Urahara sat at the table, breathing deeply for a second and closing his eyes. He snapped them back open, looking at Vlasta, before saying, "Starting off, what's your name? My own is Kisuke Urahara." He said, this time not merely trying to push her, or as some might say, 'poke the cat with the stick,', but rather he was actually trying to be a gentleman and make sure things went smoothly. "Tea is on the way, but we also have water if you'd prefer." he said, his face looking blank for a moment, and without the mischievous smile he usually wore.

Her shoulders went completely relaxed with some form of relief. Her cheeks were returning to their normal color, not looking like they were going to explode with some bright red hue. "Thank you" It might have seemed a tad strange coming from her after had been speaking in such a threatening manner just moments before, but she was grateful and she was one for politeness (unless of course something just needed to be torn apart). Now she just completely ignored what was going on around the two of them as they walked, not even hearing what people might have been saying though if she even knew they were talking, Vlasta could make some rather easy guesses.

She followed this new man into the shop he said was his own, looking around as she was led through to the back. She did as told, sitting down at the table, crossing one leg over the other. To show that she really did mean no harm she undid the binding that held her gloves together, slipping them of and revealing her arms as she set them down upon the floor next her with a few clinks. One would think after wearing metalic weapons like that for so long, even while sleeping, that her arms would have taken some kind of damage from the contact, but surprisingly they appeared smoother than even a baby's skin, albiet they were a bit paler than the rest of her but the difference could hardly be seen with her fair flesh,

"Tea is fine" it looked like she was struggling to talk, her mouth moving in some weird way. It became apparent why she was having trouble when she finally got the expression she desired, wearing a tiny smile that was a huge accomplishment for her. It took far too much effort to keep up and the smile seem wasted when her lips fell a moment later. She placed her hands on the table, sitting up straight in he mannerly, royal way,though some part of her seemed more at ease. "My name is Vlasta Kral. I'm assuming you know my other title as a Sin" It wasn't like she made it all that difficult to tell herself from the others. "You said the shinigami lives here?" She looked around, not exactly sensing anything out of the ordinary. Surely it wasn't a some one so weak that they couldn't be of assitance in the slightest. She frowned her brows knitting together slightly as she looked back to the door, wondering id this was a waste of time.

Urahara nodded, as he inspected the woman. When she wasn't being pressured by the people of the outside world, she almost seemed to be a normal woman, rather than a beautiful, but wrathful, demon-like figure representing one of the Sin's the Bible was based off of. He watched as she took off her weapons, figuring it was either a: from discomfort from wearing the things, or b: a way of showing she meant peace. He took that as a good sign, and figured it okay to introduce her to the "shinigami". "I am a Shinigami." He said, all playfulness leaving his face as he said so. He watched as her mouth formed a small smile, amused by the amount of effort it took for her to accomplish such a feat. This was highlighted by none other than slight raising of the eyebrows and a twinkle coming to his eyes, showing his silent laughter. He pushed his hat up once more, as it had started falling down his head again.

"My name is Kisuke Urahara, owner of the Urahara Shoten, and Ex-Captain of the 12th Squad. If you need them contacted that bad, I can be that link." he stated. "You're probably wondering why I'm not emitting any spiritual pressure." he said, a foxy smile coming to his face. "Well... both of our spiritual pressures would probably tear this place down. And I can't do that to my beloved shop." He said, as he placed his hands on the table in a business-like manner, linking his fingers together. "Now, what can I help you with?" He asked, as the tea was served by a young, silver-haired boy, who left immediately after, bringing back sugar, honey, and various other add-on's, before leaving to go and manage the shop, as one might assume.

She had continued looking around for the shinigami to walk through the door but then she heard Kisuke's announcement and just blinked a few times. She slowly looked back to the blonde man, her face blank as she blinked a few more times. "You?" that didn't make any sense. If he was she should sensed something. She was about to argue that he needed to stop with the mind games but then she noted how serious he seemed to have turned and she closed her mouth and said nothing of the sort. She was able to tell liars from those who told the truth. "I see..." she murmured, still wondering how he went about completely concealing his spiritual pressure to the extent that not even she could detect it. It would most defnately be something she'd ask about at a later time.

"The other Sins..." she began, controlling the twitch of her lips at the mention of them. "I can't stand them anymore. Before there was nothing I could do but now the gates are open and I can request the aid I need" she narrowed her eyes in serious and took on the look of the fierce leader she was. "One of the others has already joined up with the espada under...that man...and the others have no intentions of just letting the Soul Society be. It's only a matter of time before they make some kind of move to destroy the place" As she spoke she prepared her own tea before bringing it to her lips for a quick sip. "You must know as well as I do that if they were able to get to the Soul Society there's not much chance it would survive, even if they were defeated. We have the same goal here, Mr. Urahara. I can help you and give you this warning before its too late" she set down her cup, moving her hand so her fingers tapped over the table. She was getting anxious and it showed. She really hated speaking of the other sins but she couldn't exactly scream out in rage here and burn the shop to the ground. She rolled her neck, massaging it lightly with her other hand to relax her nerves. "If you can get me into contact with the captains we can get everything worked out before they act and its too late." She looked up to him, waiting for some kind of response to anything she had said. Hopefully it would be the answer she was looking for or she would let go of the control she had worked for and left the shop in shamples and not feel an ounce of guilt for it.

Urahara could see the confusion in her eyes when he announced himself as the Shinigami; and frankly, he was enjoying every second of it. One thing he loved was deceiving people, and making things appear less than they really are. The look of shock that was produced on their faces, well, Urahara would never tire of it. He listened wholly, every few seconds, taking a sip of his tea. He made a sour face upon the first sip, realizing he hadn't sweetened it yet. He had an affinity for sweet things; he wasn't really sure why. He grabbed a small sugar cube, placing it into his tea, stirring it up gently with the spoon that was supplied on the coaster, nodding as he listened.

As he heard Vlasta mention one of the Sins joining the Espada, his brows furrowed somewhat, though it was unsee-able through his hat, hiding his eyes perfectly with his head tilted downwards. The fact that one of the Sin's was working with the Espada somewhat surprised him, but at the same time, didn't. He had, after all, felt the reiatsu of an Arrancar at the scene where the gate had opened; and an extremely strong one at that. So there was no doubt it was either the Espada Lord him/herself, or it was the Second-in-Command, if he/she were really that powerful.

He noticed how the matter seemed to be of the utmost urgency to Vlasta. Perhaps there was a heart to this woman after all? It didn't seem like it at first glance, but by now, it was something Urahara had figured out. In some ways, it seemed, the Sins were more human than even humans were. "I understand. I'll get into contact with the Gotei 13, the Shinigami, as fast as I can. I cannot guarantee I can get a hold of them directly, but if I can't, I'll find someone else who can for sure." Urahara said. "In the meantime, I would highly recommend you stay here at the Shoten. We have everything you could need, and we serve as a sanctuary for most spiritually aware beings." He said, having become calm and business-like, as opposed to his earlier more sarcastic and jesting demeanor.

"Of course, it's up to you. I just figured since you are a visitor to our world, I would attempt to be a hospitable guest." he said, as he pulled a fan from his sleeve, fanning himself with it a bit, his bucket hat still hiding anything that his eyes might have been showing.

Setting her cup down, the woman gave a pleased enough nod. "I must thank you for understanding how serious this is. Do make sure they find out quickly. I don't believe the others will be too patient in their plans." She was going to try and smile again but thought better of it when recalling just how much trouble the gesture was. So for a moment she sat there in awkward silence, not exactly sure how to show how relieved she was. Maybe the fact that nothing was burning alive was a good enough sentiment. She couldn't even smell smoke, so that was most definitely a good sign.

"I will accept your k-kin...kind offer " She cursed herself mentally as she struggled with the simple, yet foreign word. "I appreciate the hospitality, Mr.Urahara. I can honestly say I'm relieved to not have to go back out...there where those...people are..." Her sentence was breaking and at the same time her taps against the table had quickened. She bit at her lip with a sharp canine, reminding herself to keep her cool. It took some effort but again her breathing calmed and her face relaxed some and she released her bite before it had even broken skin there, which seemed to be a new record. Her clear agitation with people in general must have shown how desperate she was for the help of shinigami who practically spent their time protecting people of the living world. It most certainly wasn't her style at all. She wasn't left with many options though. So she had to take what she could get.

Though what she got, at least for now, wasn't looking amazing as she glanced up to Kisuke. He had said he was an excaptain though she never expected anyone that held such a title to be so...like him, for the lack of better words. He was laid back and from what she could tell rather carefree in manner, except when it seemed to be rather important like the news she had brought to him of course. She could tell the man would likely be a stress on her nerves after the first few moments she had met him came to her mind. she'd have to put a stop to his indirectness. It would certainly drive her to insanity. Without realizing it her brow was twitching and her eyes were glaring. Her lips were downturned in a grimace and dark shadows seemed to appear on her face from nowhere to ass to her look of distaste that was directed towards him. It wasn't exactly something she could always help. Everyone got that look. It was an honor of recognition, or so she would use as an excuse. Who wouldn't want to be looked upon by a queen who was in such a natural state of mind? Or something along those lines..


OOC: so didn't feel like bothering with layout xD

"Don't strain yourself now." He said, noticing how she seemed to have trouble throughout the conversation with words of courtesy and smiling. He obviously wasn't serious, as he once again held that amused look upon his face; one of the many looks he was famous for. Even though she said she was grateful by his hospitable behavior, even if Urahara tried, he couldn't help but notice the relieved look about her. She must have quite the temper, if people such as those were able to make her loathe the outside so much. Oh, Kisuke was going to have fun with this, for sure. Kisuke sipped his tea, almost happily, that same dainty tune from earlier popping into his head at the most fortunate of times. Things had begun to seem rather awkward on the Sin's end. So, to get rid of the silence that was plaguing the two, he began humming it again.

Despite his nonchalance, he did notice the evil look he was being given across the table. She was irritated with him. Or at least, was remembering when she was, if she wasn't now; probably the latter, since not a moment ago, before he had started humming, they were holding a serious conversation. He kept a soft smile on his face, as every once in a while he moved his head side-to-side with the tune. For some reason, it felt a bit warm, so Urahara decided he'd take out his fan; one of the many items he always had on his person. He fanned himself, wondering if it was from the heat outside; or if the heat was radiating from the Sin of Wrath in front of him.

"You're room will be the last door on the right, just down the hall." He said, snapping his fan shut, and pointing to the hallway. He purposefully had given her the room closest to the entrance; purely as a means to keep himself occupied. He had figured out by now that even hearing the humans that infuriated her so much would probably irritate her; and so purposefully gave her the room closest to the main section of the Shoten. He figured it would help him test to see how far she could be pushed before she would snap. While prodding a snake with a stick wasn't a good idea, it would give him a good idea on her intentions. If she was truly telling the truth, then she would have no trouble in letting her emotions fly; away from the store, of course. He couldn't allow his beloved Shoten to become rubble.

But then, on the flip side, if she had an ulterior motive, when she was close to breaking-point, it would become apparent. While it was only a thought, someone of her personality would try extremely hard to keep patience, if there was a plan that she was meant to go along with. If there wasn't, however, she would have no problem in physically conveying her feelings of irritation towards the man. Who knew? Maybe he'd take her down to the Training Ground's and let her let loose a bit of anger. With that thought, he opened his fan once more, and began fanning himself again. As he did so, however, he made sure his hat was still turned down, keeping his eyes and thoughts hidden. If it were true that eyes are the windows to the soul, then he definitely wanted to keep his own eyes hidden.

It was that amused look again and that did not help the way Vlasta's neck was throbbing with her tensed jaw and bulging blood vessels. "I'll be sure not to..." she growled out in a retort, grinding her teeth together in a painful sounding way. Se let go of the teacup before she had the time to break it when her hands clenched into fists. Any trace of seriousness the man had just moments before was gone as far as the queen could tell. Still she had some hope she would be able to hold out but then he began to whistle some god awful, painful tune and that broke the last shred of hope she had in herself.

As soon as she heard which room she would be using she shot up to her feet, putting a little too much force down on the table under her hands. Under her push it snapped, shattering along two cracks each fist had caused. Vlasta nearly fell forward herself but caught herself on one foot that stepped out ahead. Her face went from dark irritation to shock then back again. She had worked so hard on control and in an instant all that work had gone to waste. Though better a table as a victim rather than some nosey townsperson who mummbled about her in the most irritating of ways, right? She hung her head, hiding her narrowed eyes from view. "Ah...well..." she would have said sorry but she didn't eally believe in apologies so she remained silent for a moment, glancing up to Kisuke through her bangs. "I'll be sure to make up for...that" she eyed the able, or excuse for a table and stood up straight once again as she picked up her bladed armpieces.

"I think I'll give you some time to get in contact with whoever you need to." She turned to the door, though stopped at the frame and looked back over her shoulder. With the one glance she gave him, Vlasta could tell there was something else to him than that carefree shopkeeper mannerism. He had been a captain after all. There was no way he wasn't going to doubt her, She let out a long, long, deep sigh. But at least it was a start. "If anything comes up do let me know." With that she turned back around, leaving the room and heading down the hall to the room she had been offered. Solitude at last.

Or so what she had thought would be solitude. Even when closing the door behind her she could hear voices through the walls. they were muffled but for hearing as strong as her won it was more than enough. She dropped her armpieces at the door, leaning up against it as she let her eyes fall closed. "I hate him..." she muttered exhaustedly.

Urahara looked on in an amused manner as she struggled to maintain control over herself. He found it amusing, but in the way some might. Those known as "trolls" in today's society would be amused from the response they elicited from the woman, who seemed to have a hard time keeping the lid on her temper. No, it was more the amusement a scientist got when keeping a keen eye on an experiment. No, Urahara did not see her as an experiment. It was rather inhumane, if you were to ask him. It wasn't her, but rather, the social interactions between them. He was testing the true limits of she who is known for her temper.

His eyes shot down to the table, though his face moved not an inch, as he watched it crack and fall into two. He stopped the tune, whistling long and low, as he watched it fall. He 'tsk'ed, while shaking his head. "It was such beautiful mahogany." he said, not actually seeming to sound like he cared about the table in the least. He stood at this, snapping his fan shut once more, as he looked to the table. He heard her mention about letting her know if there were any developments, and nodded. "I'll be sure to let you know." he said, his jesting manner gone, as he placed his fan in his sleeve. He listened to her walk into her room, then the telltale clanging of her arm-pieces as she dropped them; no doubt exhausted from having to interact with this infuriating man.

He using his feet to kick the table pieces out of the way, so the rug was left bare with only a few shards of wood upon it. He gripped the rug, before yanking it out of the way, opening the trapdoor. He needed to think, and despite priding himself on being an excellent scientist, he thought best while training. He closed the trapdoor above him, as he walked to the usual spot, moving the interaction that was to come between himself and the Soul Society as far back in his mind as he could.

[END]

"Shut up, shut up..." Vlasta hadn't moved form her spot against the door, only sunk down until she was sitting. One of her legs was up slightly, her elbow resting upon it as her hand held up her head. Voices were still coming through the walls and with each syllable Vlasta could feel the veins in her temples bulge even more. She couldn't take much more of this. "Theres no way I should be subjected to this. That man...he...I'm going to....damn him" If she hadn't been relying on him Kisuke would be a dead man for treating her this way. Thought had become quite the troubling process and the ability to keep her legs still had been lost. Her foot tapped quickly against the wood floor and it was surprising that scratches weren't left in its surface from the spiked heeled shoes. Though she was pretty sure her nails digging into the floor were getting the job done, especially when she felt the nails being worn down.

"Nothing is happening..." she growled, glaring forward at the wall. She knew it hadn't been all that long but no one ever said she was a patient woman. Wrath glanced out the window,, noticing the sun setting down below the trees. Trees...There was a forest not all that far away. This gave her an idea. She pushed off from her knees, standing at full height. "Gotta get out of here..." Going outside in the town was a distatseful thought but sure no one would be out in the middle of the woods. She wasn't a nature type person but at least it was better than humans. Putting her weapons back on, Vlasta exited her room, making quick work to the main shop and right out the door shouting back a "I'm going out. Tell the man!" before she slammed the door shut with more strength than was necessary, but what did she care. Already she was prepping herself for the ugly voices she would hear on the way to the woods, sure that it would be painful. She focused on the quietness that would await her in the woods. Though she remembered she really didn't like quiet that much either....Hell maybe she'd find something exciting, or just...kill whatever living thing she could find.