Reporting for Duty

Wearing a green t-shirt and khaki cargo shorts with white tennis shoes, Victoria sat at a table reading the note from Florence Manderley. If what the woman said was true and not just another Corlone ploy to isolate her and murder her, then Victoria could likely learn where Lawrence Sheridan went. However, she would have to go to Sakuramori to learn more. Assuming another black-clad squad did not hold everyone at gunpoint or pressing guild business did not come up, the brunette just might head towards Sakuramori very soon.

However, that train of thought was interrupted by the arrival of a visitor. This visitor was female, had silver hair and blue eyes. She also had the demeanor of a member of the upper classes. As it turned out, "Serilda Sinclair" was looking for a guild to join and had decided on Sabertooth. Like with the burly spiky-haired guy, Victoria still decided to greet the newcomer, even if she was not a guild Ace anymore.

Victoria waited until a lull in the conversation to introduce herself. She did not want to steal Aura's thunder.

"Hi there. I'm Victoria Sheridan." Victoria introduced herself to Serilda.

Itori ran a hand along one of her five tails, the furry appendages spread out behind her except for the one she was studying with her sense of touch, which was curled around her waist to be held in front of her stomach. It looked like she'd become used to having five of these, which was a good sign. Every time a kitsune grew more tails there was an adjustment period, and while Itori wasn't paranoid enough to fear something like being assaulted during that period she did prefer feeling like her mind and body were in sync. Given that the tails also played a large part in a kitsune's mystical abilities it also played merry hell with her attempts at using magic, so that was another reason why she felt more at ease now the initial awkwardness had faded away.

Her location was one of the private rooms in the Red Dragon Inn, where members of Sabertooth were free to reset and recover before either heading out for a mission or returning to Yggdrassil, the strange tree hidden in the realm between realms. She often found herself here due to enjoying the atmosphere, and today she was helping clean the place a bit. The innkeeper had become quite familiar with the white kitsune's presence, as well as her tendency of helping out with mundane tasks despite her blatantly supernatural nature. Itori liked to help out and the innkeeper appreciated having her lend a hand for free when things got a bit more busy.

Letting go of the tail and letting it rejoin the others, the tips just barely hovering above the floor, Itori walked over to the wall and grabbed the broom that had been leaned against it. A powerful mage could clean up a simple inn with a flick of a wrist and a single command, but where would the fun be in doing everything as quickly as possible? Once you'd lived a couple thousand of years you realized that there was a time and a place for displays of power, and that you'd run out of things to do if you hurried too much. You had a long life, so why the rush?

Once having made sure that the room was clean Itori entered the hallway, where she began to sweep all the dust and small filth into neat little piles which she then joined into bigger piles. The broom's bristles faintly scratched at the floor in a steady rhythm, Itori closing her eyes to instead focus on her ears as the world around her was mapped out through a complex song, the sound of the broom reflecting off of surfaces and returning to her sensitive ears.

Hearing voices from down below Itori halted her movements for a second, her ears twitching, before she resumed her work. However now she was making her way towards the staircase, sweeping the piles with her until she had one big pile close to the first step that would lead to the common room. Given how much of a pain sweeping a staircase already was without adding an already existnt pile of dust to the mix she first removed that pile with a dustpan before she got to work cleaning the staircase even as she made her way down. Due to the many little corners and edges where the dust could hide it took some more time than you'd expect for the given amount of surface, but then Itori was down and entered the common room proper, sweeping the gathered dust with her as she went.

There were a fair amount of regulars in the room, along with the ever-present bartender. She gave the man a little nod and a wave when he noticed her, opening her vermilion eyes. For the humans eye contact was important when interacting, so despite her preferring her ears the kitsune still had to use her eyes so she wouldn't alienate them. They were all good people, so they deserved to be approached with what they were comfortable with.

As far as magic presences went Itori could make out a couple, one of which she recognized immediately (and whose voice was the reason she had prioritized heading downstairs while cleaning). It looked like Kenna was talking with someone Itori hadn't seen in the city before, along with someone else who she recognized as a member of the guild Sabertooth but whom the kitsune hadn't talked to in person before. There were two canines as well, one wolf with a fascinating fur pattern and the other looking like Kenna's familiar familiar. Itori wasn't sure what exactly the deal was with that one, but she didn't think it was her place to ask, especially not out of nowhere.

It hadn't been difficult to pick up on the fact that this newcomer, a woman who dressed sharply and looked like the kind of person who'd stand up at exactly the same time every day and go to bed at exactly the same time every night as well, was aiming to join the guild. None of the people in the conversation were very secretive about it and Itori was a good listener, even from a distance. She wanted to go over and say hello (and pet the wolf who looked like she'd rather be running around than sitting patiently) but she decided to just keep sweeping for now. If she joined the conversation now it'd just get cluttered and confusing to keep track of.

As such it was that the white-haired and five-tailed kitsune slowly made her way around the common room, her passing accompanied by the soft sound of the broom's bristles moving across the floor and her humming a slow and soft tune, her eyes once again closing as instead her ears perked to attention.