Scouts Honor and a Powerful Warrior

Suppressing a violent yawn, Eleonore walked among thousands of other people as she headed out of the airport, her eyes drowsy from the long flight and her shoulders hurting from the horrible seating that she had been subjugated to spend the majority of 12 hours in. Clutching her baggage in one hand while trying desperately to get a sense of where she should be heading next, Eleonore’s annoyance only grew in size when she felt her phone vibrate inside her jacket.

Rummaging through what seemed to be a bottomless pit of cloth she finally got a hold on her phone, fishing it out to flick the offending piece of communication open and internally spit out a curse when she saw the name on the vibrating—infernal—device’s screen, the same name that was registered as having called her nine times previously within the last five hours.

Mom

“Urgh, might as well just get this over with,” the blonde Quincy grumbled before pressing on the ‘accept call’, “Hey mom, it’s Eleonore. Ye—yes, I just landed and no, I didn’t forget to mark my things before boarding, I have them in my hand right now. Yes, I just need to get to the hotel and—yes, I’ll call you after I’ve gotten some sleep. Okay then, ye—yes, mom! I will call you, not the other way around. Yes, yes, all right then. I love you, bye now!”

Shutting down the phone as soon as she had ended the call, Eleonore threw it back into her pocket before rubbing her temples with the tips of her fingers. She needed to find a taxi, get that taxi to the hotel she had booked and then have something—anything!—to sleep in for the next few hours, orders from the top be damned! There was no way that she would be walking around in Tokyo with little to no sleep while scouting for potential new members to Stunde.

Finally managing to find a free taxi amongst the horde of travelers, Eleonore got her destination explained through copious amounts of arm motions, slow sentences in English and more patience than she had ever had to possess, before lightly dozing off the entire ride into town. Once she had checked in at the hotel and finally—finally!—unlocked the door into her room, Eleonore landed directly on the large, comfy bed before releasing the death grip she had been tormenting her baggage with, and promptly setting off towards dreamland.

Like Hell she was doing anything until she had been given at least a few hours of sleep.