Los Niños de Izanami: Inicialización

Enter...Father and Son, a Vacation?
Kukkyona was inhaling the foreign scent of the city as they began walking through the almost eerily reminscent city of one in the Worlf of the Living's current ones,Yūrei Ōkoku. Its cars and use of technology was somewhat out of place for the Soul Reaper Captain, and seeing that he was also wearing most probably out of fashion, as he was in his traditional garments, wearing a brown cloak instead of his usual Soul Reaper uniform with a beige hakama skirt with black sandals, his Zanpakuto fitted on either side, their matching identical features shown vaguely through his folds, making sure they weren't on display like he would if he was in the Seireitei.

For now, he was not in the guise of a Captain of the Gotei 13 on official business. He was a father, having a get-away retreat with his son, who was currently not as composed as him, looking at all the probably alien sights to his younger eyes, as he looked around, wearing his own set of a white coat with a black hakama, also sporting a nearly concealed Zanpakuto of his own on his red sash, his headband securely fastened around his head unwilling to part with the memento.

"Stop ogling everything that sparkles...we already stick out, but try to at least have some dignity," Kukkyona chided, as the two of them parted through the a oncoming crowd, drawing a few stares and smiles of the residents as they passed, Daisuke smiling back in return, even waving, earning a slightly sigh from Kukkyona.

He can act like such a child in public, he inwardly lamented as he redirected his gaze up ahead.

"I can't help it, father. This place is so amazing! I can't believe this place is actually in the realm of the Soul Society, but isn't part of the World of the Living. I feel almost old fashioned looking like this," as he pointedly waved his arms over his attire, and slightly eyeing his own father's attire.

"We may be tourists here, but we will not cast away the pride in our culture's image due to our alien appearance to them. Keep that in mind while here, we still have pride in our status as members of the Hayate Noble House, and as my duty as Head of that House, you should remember your place while we are here," he said, scolding him for his complaints of their sticking out.

"I-I...understand father," he sighed as he slightly pouted his lips before tightening them, as he redirected his eyes from some local law enforcement, barely recognizing the widely used Kido guns holstered on their hips in a pistol form, and looked back straight ahead whispering almost back to his father, "when do we find a place to stay? Walking aimlessly will only draw so much attention, even if that's the whole reason being here."

"Be patient...there's a hotel up ahead, or so I hear them call it. We'll book the rooms we were reserved and then take the itenerary then," he said, only turning his gaze to his son and making eye contact with him briefly before turning back straight ahead, walking dignified and purposely towards the hotel up ahead, where they would be settled in for the duration of their stay.