From Winchester Estate// Time Jump to 6 PM

Wolfric checked his phone and tapped out several replies fast enough to make his fingers blur. his financial businesses both legitimate and illegal were in safe hands with his assistant Lilly yet he still liked to be kept informed when possible. His journey back to Winchester had been relatively uneventful except one particular night when he found himself in a staring contest against werewolf Alpha, but such events kept his unlife enjoyable. It had been good to see his family again and he decided to have a night of leisure before the inevitable meeting with the hunters that now patrolled the streets. he felt no particular animosity towards the hunters, Ryland's brief reign had been deserving of swift punishment but Wolfric was bitter that they had gained an excuse to impose their authority.

Wolfric frowneda little before pushing business from his mind and changing into his attire for the night out at the festival. he had decided on a pair of worn jeans and slightly scruffy looking trainers accompanied by a cheap blue shirt underneath a dark red imitation leather jacket. Wolfric purposefully ruffled his hair and sighed at his reflection, it had always been difficult for him to make himself look untidy. Wolfric preferred a much more formal approach to fashion yet there was no denying that his usual attire would make him stand out more than usual at the festival. Even with such tasteless fashion finding a suitable meal would not be hard yet that was not the main purpose for his visit. Wolfric took a deep breath that he did not require before heading out of the mansion and as his feet struck the gravel of the drive he was Richard Fairville once more. Richard stretched his body whilst watching the the transitional colours fade from dusk to night and once more set off towards the fair with nearly imperceptible speed. He slowed down as he approached the fair until he was strolling through the grounds with a vague smile on his face occasionally winking at any girls that caught his eye. It never hurt too look at the menu even if he wasnt

As he walked through the bustling crowds he opened up his senses and filtered the sights,sounds and smells to a bearable level whilst he bathed in the sensation of life. He often reflected on how fleeting mortal lives were.
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i have not accessed the account for at least 6 months and i was required to update and change my password. i cannot remember the password i had chosen as several of my original attempts were deemed unsuitable and so i had to choose something unusual compared to my regular passwords. regrettably i cannot remember my original purchases or the use of my refund tokens as i have had the account for a few years and during that time i had bought several bundles as well as a majority of the champions and a fair number of skins.

The short trip back to the barracks was enjoyable and Daisanji was tempted to wander for a little while longer before heading to his office. he scrathed the back of his head with a great yawn before heading into the maze like corridors that led to his office with a small sigh. His ever present smile brightened as he walked the corridors, watching the hidden guards. Many of them had grown accustomed to his ability to seemingly dissapear and he had discovered that they had been training diligently to be able to seek him out. Daisanji was proud but the news had been ruined somewhat when he discovered that there was a prize pot for whoever could spot him the most times each month. He was sorely tempted to ensure that they would never notice him yet that would require a lot of effort and he didn't see the harm in a little healthy competition. He shuddered a little as he imagined what Natsuko would have done had she discovered such a competition when she was his squad leader. He had a deep amount of respect for the 10th Division captain and trusted her more than most but he was honest enough to admit that he still flinched a little if she ever raised her voice.It was hard to make Natsuko angry but Daisanji had seen the results a few times. The demon was perhaps an apt nickname though he pitied the fools who spoke it aloud in her division, he certainly wouldn't tell her his spies had helped propagate it. It was perhaps a childish move but one Daisanji considered well earned and in Daisanji's opinion a fearsome reputation made others treat you with a little more care. Unfortunately the 2nd Division captains often gained a reputation by virtue of their position,  Daisanji didn't like that it was simply assumed that he was a blood thirsty killer as some of the captains seemed to believe.

A few of the guards bowed as he walked by and he could nearly sense the annoyance of those who hadn't spotted him. Had his eyes been open he might have rolled them. he popped his head into one of the rooms reserved for interogation, he slipped through the kekkai barrier and was greeted to the sound of whimpering and weak begging sounds. He turned to the interrogator Yodogawa. "Have any new leads been revealed? The Sou-taicho will want a definitive answer soon. You know the drill, if there are rumors of one traitor then there are probably ten actually out there." "This ones looks like a dead end sir. We were able to confirm some rumors surrounding a corrupt group of nobles dealing in illegal goods but nothing about a traitor in the Gotei 13." Daisanji stood in thought for a moment before glancing at the whimpering wreck on the questioners table. "Dispose of him discreetly. He died from a hollow ambush in the outer Rukongai whilst selling illegal goods. wait for the next hollow attack and deposit the body nearby." The begging became louder as the man on the table began to wail and scream for mercy, Daisanji phased through the barrier and in two steps returned to the peaceful corridors. Another dead end and another thread of corruption cut from Seireitei.

As he strode into his office he found Usagi and her squad kneeling on the Zabutons to the side of his desk. He moved passed them and sat down before idly waving for them to stand. Usagi was an old hand in the 2nd Division and had been a member of Daisanji's team when he was still a squad leader, despite her age she still maintained a youthful appearance with a face that would have been beautiful if it was not always a cold mask of seriousness. "We will be heading over to the 10th Division barracks shortly to collect your gigai and identifications. Your next operation will be an extended stay in the human world until further notice. You are to monitor two awakened humans and a Quincy. Usagi, you, Nousagi and Eichi will pose as high school students. Satoru will be a local road sweeper and Anno a vagrant. I want eyes on them whenever they are outside of home or school but remain discreet and make no contact unless directly approached. This is a recon mission until further notice. You are not to engage hollows or assist the targets, if they are killed by hollows then it will be one less job for us. if i give the order i want a simultaneous attack, take no chances with these ones."

Wolfric kept his facial expressions fairly neutral except for a small twist at the mouth that threatened to break out into a wicked grin. He was surprised by Johannes welcome and admission of his abilities, the latter made mentally flinch. Of course he knew his past actions would not remain a secret but he hoped this knowledge would not spread too far. Despite the generous offers Wolfric understood that he walked along a razors edge, he had not expected to be asked to perform the duties usually taken by a Hound or Sheriff but he knew that Johannes did not accept refusal lightly. More importantly Johannes was offering Wolfric an opportunity to establish himself with relative ease. It was likely that his new Prince knew that Wolfric could not resist the chance to gain money and influence and was playing his weaknesses against him. A dangerous position indeed. Wolfric rose in a fluid movement offering a smaller bow with a flourish of the hand. "I apologize for the delays my Prince, I had some un-finished business to attend to before I could fully devote myself to your service." It was no secret that a few neonates had tried to clumsily wrest a degree of financial control from Wolfric though they were foolish enough to use the exact method he had the first time he had dragged his teacher down and assumed his position. A thought made him feel annoyed, was he ever that incompetent? If his instructor had been more aware of mortal culture then Wolfric would likely have ended up penniless and shamed like those fools who challenged him.

Wolfric raised himself form the bow and stood with a graceful poise, meeting Johanne's eyes unflinchingly, he was of course aware of some of Johannes abilities yet it would be improper for a member of Invictus to cower before their prince after being offered a boon. "I have indeed looked over some prospective businesses, in the long term they could be extremely profitable yet it will require a deal of work to establish the necessary contacts within the mortal elite." The inflection of the word elite made it clear that Wolfric considered the notion to be a distasteful and laughable. "Running this establishment would of course provide me with a good foothold from which to expand and could allow for development of  black market distribution, with your permission of course my Prince. I had not intended to presume a claim for ownership of this business but i will gratefully accept the role if you wish it. If His Majesty agrees, all profit shall be fed directly into the domain, minus the usual taxes and levies required to provide you and your servants with the necessary personal resources to fully perform within their roles." Wolfric left the reply hanging for a moment to gauge Johannes reaction, in human culture it may have been considered a bribe of sorts yet it was often polite not to mention beneficial to offer some form of gift to the prince and  members of his court.

Wolfric continued. "Initially I will attempt to secure a position of financial security before introducing myself publicly to the other rich business owners, perhaps with an exclusive party. The initial number would be small but with a sufficient display of wealth the others will likely come to me and believe it was of their own accord. Then it is a case of investing in the correct businesses and ensuring that the wrong ones are absorbed or crushed. If I can establish a suitable flow of black market goods then it would be a simple matter to fund a few rival human gangs and arm them. If required we can use them as an indirect threat and having constant eyes and ears roaming the streets may restrict the other supernaturals moments a little. A group of armed humans dissapearing in the forest for example would provide the perfect legal and moral opportunity to clear out any dangerous beasts that may roam there. Through the mortals we can gain disposable armed tools, and providing we keep the right one rich and happy they will continue to throw their own kind to their deaths. If you prefer i can begin investigating any property owned by the mages or wolves and prepare the necessary plans to cripple them."

Wolfric traced the route back to Valhalla and requested some paper. he wrote quickly yet his handwriting was immaculate even as his hand began blur across the page pushing the limits of its structural integrity. When he finished he folded the three pages delicately and folded the final page to make a makeshift envelope. he handed the letters to one of the guards. "Be sure that the Prince receives this letter as soon as convenient. He removed his phone and handed it to the same guard. "Put that in the office please, I don't want any disturbances tomorrow." Wolfric Strode form the building and headed towards the location of his new haven.


Your Highness Johannes, Prince of Fallen Woods,

I am writing this letter to inform you that I have met a curious Doctor and a group of her like minded friends, they appeared to be a little worse for wear and the Doctor seemed to be entirely drained. I learned by happenstance that she plans to make a trip to a place called Lake Sparrow via the top of Silver Falls to recharge. the impression was given that she will be making the trip very soon though she is immediately preoccupied with looking after her friends who to be honest seemed to have had better nights.

The doctor in question is puzzling and erratic with her temperament. i have approached her under the guise as a diplomatic of sorts in order to negotiate peace on your behalf, i humbly ask your pardon if this was too presumptuous of me but I felt that it would provide incentive for her listen to me. Furthermore it seems that she responded well to my offerings and request at peace however it is clear she cannot be trusted to follow any such terms. With your permission i will continue this charade whilst i put other plans into motion. in regards to the possible meeting tomorrow night i wanted to ask if it would be acceptable to take the retainers you have so kindly assigned to me. i cannot be sure that she will not attack me if given the opportunity and their presence may also stay her hand. Her group seems to have been involved with an explosion at the a gas station to the North of town and i thought perhaps the local authorities would be interested in the descriptions and sworn statement of what i saw  enclosed.

I have also made contact with a young acquaintance of ours who assures me he still serves faithfully, i made it clear in no uncertain terms regarding his current standing in court and he has promised to report back soon. The doctor is wary of myself as can be expected but appears to be responding well to the farmers apparently honest if simplistic mannerisms and i believe that he could possibly be instrumental in resolving this particular problem if he is indeed loyal.

Your Humble servant,

Wolfric Wroth       

Inside the envelope was another letter giving fairly good if not perfect descriptions of the group as well as a brief description of some of the throwing makeshift firebombs at at a group of passerby's. To Johannes it will be obvious that Wolfric saw no such thing yet such claims would likely have to be investigated by the proper authorities nonetheless and would possibly even reach the Mayors desk.
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Wolfric retraced his steps back toward the club. His new club. the nights events were still catching up with him and walked in a slight daze with his footsteps and cane tapping out a smooth rhythm on the pavement as he cheerfully hummed a merry tune. OOC: Song being hummed:[ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0Tpa-Evi00 ] His reverie was disturbed some what as a car slowly crept along the road and he tensed slightly preparing to move in case he suddenly came under attack, he knew it was unlikely that he would be in danger from the anyone after only a few short hours but he didn't want to take any chances.