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Mirja was taking her new duties as the Earth Affiliation Division pretty seriously. She had dug out a full length Shihakusho so as to not make herself look as sultry and sluttish as her old one did, and to mostly hide the Bodysuit. She didn't think an ambassador wore something like this and so for the first time it was rather awkward for her. She wished she had something else, some sort of armband or coat or, anything to show that she was more than just a random member of the Gotei come to be nosy. She'd really hope that nobody took her that way. Diplomatic missions were not off to a good start if somebody got punched.
Fluffing her tail through the robes, and remembering why she hated these full length stuff, Mirja headed to the Sukai Karakura that was many many inches above Karakura proper. She wasn't sure she could even get there in one jump, so she used the designated portal system, and arrived up top. The view from up there was pretty amazing, she wondered if threw a snowball off the side, how long it would take to read the ground. She would have considered spitting off the side, but that was just gross. Would be funny if someone got hit by it and thought a bird had done it, however.
Still, thoughts about doing things off the side were put to one side, and she headed to the large white building that she could see dominating the area. Nothing said ego quite like a building of that size, so Mirja prepared herself for some snobbish people, but reminded herself to be diplomatic. Which meant nice, friendly, and not hitting people with a tea tray because they called her a fox when she was actually a wolf.
Mirja was surprised to see Ghislain when she turned up at the Vanguard place. She thought he was a Quincy guy who would be with Nif or some other group of Quincies but here was here, now. Doing paperwork, apparently. It was good, in part, her slip ups would not be so evident now as they were if she was meeting someone she didn't know. But still, she wondered if she could keep her srs face on while talking to Ghislain. He was a friend, and she didn't do well when it came to serious business with friends. She just wanted to hug them.
Still, there was something new about Ghislain that made Mirja not want to hug him. She had very acute senses that could pick up emotions at times, especially when those emotions were flaring off a person as much as these were. It was like he wanted to murder something really much and everything else that he was doing in life was an unwanted distraction towards the murdering of this whatever. Could be that he was hungry, however. Mirja got like that when she was hungry, and developed a reputation in the Soul Society. Nobody stood between her and food when it was lunch time, regardless of how important their business was.
"Hey Ghislain. I didn't expect to see you here either. I've actually come here for a roster of Shinigami within the Vanguard, to make sure our database is up to scratch. Also, my duties in the Gotei United dictate me coming down to Earth to talk to organizations that could be allies and talking to them about that. The first one you could probably help me with, but I might need a Boss for the second one, I'm not sure how your Vanguard-y things go"
Mirja cocked her head softly at Ghislain as he was decidedly unprofessional, she thought. Here she was, dressed to the nines, being all diplomatic and business like, and he was making conversation about feeling a bit kill-happy. Mirja understood that sometimes bloodlust was more than you could handle and you let it out, laughing madly or smiling psychotically and making people shudder with your very being. She understood killing very well, having a trail of bodies from here to the middle of the Sahara Desert and so much blood under her claws it would never wash out. But she had dealt with those demons in front of a much greater one, and that demon had given her the chance to stand again.
So she waited a few more moments, staring at Ghislain as she did, and then someone arrived and gave her a document. It would need reading, one more sacrifice on behalf of diplomacy, but she still needed the leader. "So, is your leader guy in? Or is there a specific branch of the Vanguard that deals with diplomacy, or is there a leaflet? 'Vanguard: How to'? Or like a cute tour guide girl who leads me around and tells me what is what?" Mirja asked, still a little lost as she looked through the documents. It would help to ensure that they knew where all their men were, in case recall was needed or something. Still, she didn't want to find out that Vanguard disliked Soul Society because they didn't have icing on the cake last time there was a meeting together or something. Then there would be awkwardness between the two. "And if your beast is so loud then feed it. This world is full of opportunity for conflict, you'll never be left stranded if you want a fight"
Mirja flicked through the documents until Ghislain told Mirja that the leader of the Vanguard was Hayden, of all people. She had not been expecting that. Some random person that she never heard of and had to be super polite and respectful with, but not Hayden. He was a cuddly bear, she could go to Vastime and do two birds with one stone duty there. And it was glorious. "Wow, small world. Didn't think that King Za-" she cut herself off, and reminded herself to be diplomatic, and pet names were not diplomatic. "Didn't think that King Hayden was anywhere but Vastime" she exclaimed, finishing the document and then listening while he spoke about being a Hound, and a Beast, in the war.
"I am not old enough to have fought in that war. But Caanan's people called me the Demon Wolf Project. Or generally just the Demon Wolf. Which, I sort of earned because I strangled some guy with his own intestine and then used him as a macabre flail to beat the rest of his friends to death. They were not people that saw the softer side of me. So I can understand the feeling you are dealing with. And I can understand how hard it is to repress sometimes" she told Ghislain, before handing the document back and nodding.
"Well, if that is all, I'll be going to check in and report the numbers, and then off to Africa to talk to King Hayden. I needed to head that was on Vastime business anyway, so it really works out. I get to go there and talk to him about Vanguard and Vastime at the same time. Then I can use the free time to cultivate rotten apples to throw at Henrex" she grinned, and took a thoughtful stance. "Although, he has been less insufferable lately. Maybe because his attention is diverted away from me? Hmmm, hold off on the rotten apples then. I'm sure there is always something I can throw at him if he gets to be too annoying again" Mirja was clearly talking to herself now, seemingly forgetting Ghislain was even in the room.