First Operation: Heal the Homeland

The unforgiving wasteland that appeared before the figure in the snow seemed to contain nothing but miles upon miles of white plains of nothingness, the Quincy moved through the snow with a pace akin to someone wandering through the streets of a city or town without purpose or need. Senkoumei had been called here by someone, he was simply there to accept the invitation.

Through the blistering winds and the unforgiving landscape Senkoumei had found himself near to the point that was dictated by the leader of a new organization that had called him here. This 'Vandenreich' was born seemingly out of the gathering of Quincies to act in the interests of them as a whole, such things were much beyond the extremely tall teen's understanding he found that the idea was interesting enough to go beyond what was reasonable and leave the summers of Japan to journey to such a desolate land to find those that had called to him and perhaps others they had interest in joining. The notion seemed interesting at first but the journey had been a pain for the young man to undertake. The road from Japan to Antarctica was not a easy one, this was more exasperated by the supplies the titan Quincy had brought along with him.

The numerous bags of potato chips, sweets, chocolate bars, lunch boxes and just about every other snack food that was found in the large rucksack on the back of Senkoumei was quite extraordinary, seemingly the teen had kept himself occupied on his food supplies filling the sack to the brink rather than other survival tools. He kept a large woollen hoodie on him to protect from the cold, but with the thing on it seemed like the abominable snowman was appearing from out of the thick white sheet of snow that blocked out most vision for more than a few feet with most having to use the sense of spiritual energy to locate anyone in the snow. This was exactly what Senkoumei was doing as he focused on the large amount of spiritual pressure gathering from miles around he moved slowly to make his way to those he expected had given him the invitation to come to a rather gloomy and cold party.

"....This is becoming dire...." The Quincy thought to himself as he walked to the gathering place of all the power around. He thought this as he tried to take a chip from an opened bag inside a pouch like pocket in the hoodie he wore only for it to be blasted away with the gale-force winds stirring up ever now and then making the face of the teen scrunch in disapproval each time until he stopped to look beyond for any signs of life. Looking around granted Senkoumei some clarity as he began to see many figures in the distance, he would have chosen to pick up his pace had he felt that his presence was needed, he felt that he'd rather not be needed so as to not be forced to do work.

The appearance of the teen would be notable even to those without keen sight, his height as it was made him seem out of place even in a frozen waste such as this and those that saw him in the distance would probably note the large human-like figure. As he walked further towards the many that had gathered in the frozen nation the gales that had knocked the food from his hand would blow the hood from his head revealing his face and his violet hair as well as the youth of the teen. He had always been tall for his age more so that the fact of his youth might put some off from the incredible height of the Quincy. But as the hulking teen would get closer he would note that he was among a gathering of strangers and though most of them were not what he was expecting each had incredible power. He seemed to know none of them, all except for the man who he knew had invited those with the powers of the Quincy to this place. He was the Emperor and the one who seemed to be comfortable in the situation the Quincies where in.

Of those gathered they each seemed odd in some way. One of them was seemingly a nun in what seemed to be a more flamboyant outfit unlike those normally found from those of the cloth, another seemed to be giving off a sort of heat that made the area surrounding them a lot warmer than what was to be expected in the Arctic it was an odd feeling but it was welcoming after the many hours through the cold and snow of such an environment. The last was a girl seemingly a similar age to the teen though the woman seemed to have hair shocked pure white making it almost difficult to differ between the snow, what was more odd was that the girl seemed to be using a cane to support her weight to get this far with such a disadvantage made the large teen quite interested in the how and where of the distance that the woman had journeyed.

As he looked to the others in attendance Senkoumei moved his hand through his hair noting the snow already falling upon him, with a blank look of disinterest to all those around he took the bag of chips previously found in his pocket and began taking a few of them and crunching on them looking up to the others and saying with an slow and uncaring tone. "....Senkoumei Tikoto.... Nice to meet you all...." Each time he made a few words the boy would eat more from the bag until it was emptied making him put it back in the pouch he found it as a makeshift garbage disposal. Looking to the Emperor he continued with the same near monotone voice "Thank you for the opportunity....." He took a slight bow towards the Emperor as he spoke but with introductions aside the Quincy waited on someone to make the appearance or for someone to announce themselves hoping they could all get out of the snow soon.

War. War never changes. The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower. But war never changes. Since the dawn of humankind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage. War will never change, with prides on the line. Much like how this land is a barren wasteland of snow and cold.

The man having long, typically messy black hair and golden eyes that pierce the darkness. He has a slight stubble that forms a curve on each side. He is approximately 192 cm tall and weighs 74 kg. He is fairly muscular. On his face, he usually carries the same expression even with the most shocking of news: a stoic, yet determined look that transmits fear to others around him. His outfit resembles somehow of an inverted captain's haori and shihakushō, as its colors are switched. The haori is also much larger than most and is torn and worn off on the bottom, just as the shihakushō. Along with those pieces, he wears: a metal headband, metal gauntlets, with blue cloth, possibly representing his Quincy lineage and metal sabatons with black socks. He walked for what seemed like hours on end to reach this place on foot, with the harshness of an blizzard rushing down around him. He walked with no troubles, not even in this forsaken blizzard slowed his walking pace. No hint of snow on his person as if this blizzard refused to touch him. He came so far in such a small time, his power growth was a nightmare. Two years ago he was nothing more than a grain of sand in the desert, holding nothing special about himself. He was only talented as a Quincy nothing powerful or feared in the mass of quick war that broke out. He had shame and his pride destroyed in London battle that ended in a total wipe out of lose of London towards the demon forces of Mana. Yes this is the Quincy known as Raiki Lync.

He is seen as cool and calm, and able to process any information he may receive, no matter how shocking or disappointing it may be. Raiki often appears aloof and is indifferent, and rarely shows any emotions other than slight annoyance or dissatisfaction on certain subjects. Having the ambition to walk his path despite all that has befallen him. Raiki is willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish his goal, even if it means lying to his followers and using people as bait for the outcome he desires. He views equality and justice as an evil that must be dispelled and encourages social battle to maintain evolution within society. Raiki is very proud of his own power, but unlike other members of his race, possesses no physical signs of arrogance or overconfidence. He rarely speaks, and when he does, he's fairly serious but is known to be around his allies to be kind, and care to talk to them to get to know them better.

He must of been running late, its been hours since he started this forsaken walk in this blizzard. He had no supplies, yet he did not need such things, it would only weigh him down further. Why was this? Raiki held a special power, that people can confuse for many things, but that shall be revealed in time. He had no reason to explain his powers not even to allies or foes. Only those close to him had any real hint of his power he wielded within. When he got near, he felt the spiritual pressure of other Quincys. He walked on till he reached them, on the way a bag of chips flew into his chest. Raiki not even looking grabbed on to the bag and placed it into his cloak. As he walked towards the spiritual pressures, the blizzard around this forsaken city that died in Mana last attacked vanished into nothing. The wind dying as he neared, an hot wind started blowing. Like the jagged lines across the sand of a desert. The crumbling buildings around them showed the horror of what happened here. Surrounded by frozen bodys, blood stains around them buried in sands.These were the horrors of this forsaken city. Then heat rose above to the point the snow around them melted into water, and vanished into nothing. At this point he was no more than few blocks away from them on foot, would be there in no time. What was going on, the weather was getting stranger and stranger as he neared. It was hot enough to melt the snow and turn the water into vapor in an instant yet it would feel perfectly normal to everyone else.

As he stepped into view, he had no signs of spiritual power around him, yet how was he causing this odd ordeal around them. He eyed everyone there, his lord and the one he helps lead Hulderic, a being known as Cero who supposedly had Hollow and Quincy powers. Oka.... a strange woman, no rather a complex woman, he helped her out to be a hidden weapon. Akia... another odd woman, one who you don’t look down upon or else. And finally a boy known as Senkoumei. He walked in behind the boy, and not even saying a word, pulled out the bag of chips and lightly toss it to the child. Destipe being so late he “heard” everything by listening to air vibrations in the wind to listen to people far away. Looking at his leader with a slight glance and with a surprising small gust of wind, that shall brush against his leader ear, by using the air vibrations to make a tone of voice that only he could hear. “I won’t use your old friend to restore life, at least not now.” Raiki then turned his glances over on to the others.

“Forgive me for the tardiness, I had to perform surgery when asked to appear before you. You have no need to inform me of anything, that I might of missed.”

Raiki Lync... was a medical doctor, a world renown one for sure, known for amazing breakthroughs on basic and advanced medical fields. Capable of amazing feats in the medical area, you could say he is only rivaled by his skill as a doctor by his raw skill as a Quincy. Walking over to Cero, he would look him into the eyes, and only have them peak slightly, as if amused such a strange being indeed, he might ask for more information about this man. He then turned his head over to the boy, such a young child.. Raising his hand towards the boy, he would simply ask him one thing.

“If that bag is too heavy for you, I shall carry it.”


He glanced over to Akia, he could do something for her to help her leg out, but only if she wanted to, he had no right to force himself to fix her problems.But knowing Akia, it would be unwise to ask such a personal ordeal to be fixed so easily by the likes of him.