Reckon A Sense [Nozomi, Vandenreich]

Fri Jan 10, 2014 10:56 pm

Artist: Lqd Hrmny - Song: La Distance

Space had been proven time and time again to be a fabric, and this time was no different as the atmosphere began to distort and warp, bending light in strange ways as something dark tried to spawn from nothingness. The fabric broke, splitting open like a set of teeth, opening up to reveal the shadowy maw within. The rift was completely flat, two dimensional in that if you looked at it from the side you would only see a vertical line as there was no substance behind it. Looking into the expanding portal from the fore showed the truth; a ocean of turbulent energies in every direction ad infinitum. This was the Throat of the World, the dimension solely existent as a medium for the Garganta. From the shadows a form began to emerge, walking down a path of glowing crimson Reiatsu, slowly becoming visible as she drifted closer to the light of the real world. Simple details that could be glanced were the long blue hair that wafted around her shoulders and down her back, or the strangely styled black and white outfit she word. She was thin but tall for a woman, and as the light cast on her skin it appeared excessively pale—a petrified color. Then most striking of all were the slightly glowing crimson eyes she possessed, the rich color stark in contrast to the rest of her. She traversed the threshold between the two dimensions and burst into the land of snow and howling winds. Her long black boots stomped several inches into the thickly lain ground of snow, and already her previously well-kept hair was being windblown by the harsh blizzard she had stepped into. Sometimes Antarctica had its nice days... and sometimes it didn't. Nozomi was not nearly dressed well enough for this, and yet she didn't seem the least bit bothered by the inhospitable environment.

The garganta let out an enigmatic whine that disturbed the eardrums, before rapidly shrinking. With a pop-like sound the dark rift disappeared, leaving behind a mere sparkle of energy in its wake. With its absence, it left the blue-haired female to her own devices in seemingly the middle of no where. No normal person would be able to see anything through this harsh weather, and yet she turned in a random direction and started trudging through the snow with purpose, unhindered despite her lanky frame. Her presence brought along it an spiritual presence very much unique to her. It was not a pressure or loud noise that shocked through the essence of others, but more of a scent that exuded from her slowly, growing and growing. It was Onikagahi, a corrupt energy infecting the atmosphere around the lady like a virus, constantly festering and expanding. Once clean air became the mechanism to her sinister pandemic. No, the visible eye could not see it, as the blinding white snow blew about without a single visual cue. Yet, each flake, each fine grain of powdery snow was infested with a highly concentrated amount of this Onikagahi. Within mere seconds the wandering woman's presence could be sensed for miles out due to how rapid the expansion of the energy was. And most certainly... she would be heard. Her stride would take her for a nearly a mile, covering the distance at a slow-paced walk that would take her upwards of an hour. Then, so suddenly, she would cross some line which past the weather changed. The temperature shifted, becoming warmer, the cascade of snow much softer, the skies much clearer. Here it was, the Vandenreich:

One step further and the blue-haired female would plunge down the vertical cliff, but she stopped at just the perfect point. Here she was at the precipice, staring down upon a patch of land that simply didn't belong. She didn't seem surprised, or confused; just a mask of emotionless guarded her inner thoughts. Fields are green grass stood defiantly in this land of snow, waving gently in the warm breeze without a fleck of snow to touch them. Light vegetation also decorated the vast range in order to break up the monotonous flat, and add several new vibrant colors such as pink, violet, and red. And at the very hearth of this lush land was a grand acropolis of marvelous stone and iron, rivaling and almost surpassing the palace of the Arrancar in Hueco Mundo. It clearly had its human influences of the medieval ages, but took also from modern practices to further strengthen the walls and the pillars of the great fortress. It was not aged or weathered in this utopian patch of land—it would never be while some force continued to keep the Arctic weather at bay outside this invisible barrier. Rather, as the woman's keen eye observed the colossal structure, it appeared pristine... newly-constructed. It was quite the haven for the Quincy, if you could find it of course. Though as the one known as Nozomi Sumashuu came across, her intention was not to settle down here under any circumstance. Her intentions would remain unknown for the time being, as she very abruptly pushed off and leapt into the air past the edge. She wordlessly landed upon a platform of Reishi—invisible to the naked eye but something that could be sensed—and that platform would then slowly descent down to the lavish lands of the Vandenreich base.

There was no question if she would be heard. Her presence had never ceased expanding over the time that she had trekked toward this castle, and by now Nozomi had left a blazing trail of her energy for miles onward in every single direction, including the skies above and the depths below. It would already be hovering over the Vandenreich's territory like a bank of fog. It was not a matter of whether or not she would be heard—it was one of how long the organization would continue to be able to ignore her.

Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:54 pm

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Soundless the as the home of the Vandenreich remained an empty place that few could get within. This didn’t amuse any of them, they had all gone to a place only Quincy could access. Her blood didn’t have Yswach’s in it. Hulderic had his people vanish as they all were capable of doing. An entire group had faded into nothing, his form walked from the shadows almost feeling them peel from his skin. Having a beard and very old fashioned look to him, his eyes a piercing gray that could see through the fabric itself almost. His gaze fell on Nozomi, able to sense she wasn’t like him or the others here. What she was well that was an interesting question, Hulderic knew well enough that she wasn’t like them. Her blood lacked the purity of Yswachs which made her in some cases weak and in others strong. She was something impressive though coming to stand before him. The others wouldn’t come out unless he allowed it and for now they were not going to. His glasses wired frame rested on his nose as he looked on through them.

The outfit he wore was an older Victorian style of dressing that looked rather fashionable. Hulderic had a very old look to him plus he appeared to be a strange person. But few were fooled by the Emperors appearance anymore. The losses at the battle were large and yet small, he was able to save some of the wounded by activating the blood of Yswach once more. Giving healing powers on a global scale to those whom had suffered injuries, this had been a poor outcome none the less. This wasn’t right no matter how Hulderic looked at it, his people died and for what? They died for those people pretending to be heroes, though one thing was clear. K World had earned his spite and would someday suffer his wrath. When and where a matter of debate, Hulderic’s eyes once held a gentleness, this was now gone. The results of the war and losses they suffered. Kakine and those

Yuudeshi were no better but for now his anger was not needed.
”What is it you want?” Hulderic got to the point, as he stared on at the figure of Nozomi. Normally he would welcome people, but the lack of blood meant she could be anything. Hulderic could sense those with Yswach’s blood no matter what it came with his power he inherited. There was much on his mind as he looked on, waiting for a response from her. Did it matter if she answered, not truly it wasn’t as though the people here would do anything. And judging by her power and how she felt, it wasn’t as though he couldn’t understand where she stood at the moment. He was aware of whom she was, it wasn’t as though it mattered to him. They both were perhaps aware of one another’s existence. Did she want acceptance, perhaps to be acknowledged by them? Hulderic’s eyes held hers now as he seemed to be undergoing a transformation into a new person slowly.

The transformation came from the war and reactivating the blood of Yswach. Some of his old teacher's thoughts and ideals were slowly becoming his own. He understood now, he got it finally. Where the Quincy were going wasn't a place that could be bright and happy. He also understood the burden that people whom wear the weight of leader must go through.From now on he couldn't step into confrontations needlessly, he learned much from the blood within his veins. Mistakes he made, warning the female before when he should of just destroyed the entire place. Yswach told him to be more ruthless, to not leave his kinder emotions behind when he evolved and changed his ways. His teacher could always read him well, soldiering had made him soft. Desiring to be a kinder person than Yswach had been, this was a mistake. One he wouldn't make again no matter what came of it. Ruthless aggression, being the leader whom would annihilate the enemies whom stood against the Quincy. That was the type of person they needed wasn't it? The kind of heart were stepped on and that was the way it was meant to be. So if nice guys finish last a leader cannot afford to be nice it seemed.

It made sense the evolution in Hulderic's eyes seemed slow but he waited for the response from her.

Sat Jan 11, 2014 1:20 am

Artist: Lqd Hrmny - Song: La Distance

She was being watched. She didn't look in his direction, pretending not to notice the ghostly man, but she definitely knew she was being watched. Her form descended very gradually to the grassy field, like a gift bestowed from the heavens while against the stark white background. She decelerated further to a crawl as she neared her landing, until finally the tip of her foot scraped across a substance. She settled her two boots upon the ground, lightly crushing the crisp blades of grass underneath with a nearly silent crackling. Her hair seemed to settle down along her shoulders once more, covered in white powder but otherwise returning to its previous tidy condition, as if it had never been affected by the harrowing winds outside this habitat. Her clothes too were unwrinkled, stained by the snow but otherwise immaculate. When she finally steadied herself, Nozomi's eyes instantly turned to her greeter, as if she had only just noticed him. She watched with her scarlet hues as he walked over from the shroud of shadows, holding her gaze with a hidden fury that she could not quite distill from his mind... yet. He was tall, rigid, proper, and very authoritative that she could gleam from his walk alone. His clothing dated with a style from over five centuries ago, just prior to the era of World War One, much more aged than her own Neo-Nazi outfit, which was not even properly from the World War Two era due to the modern day rendition of it, but... now was not quite the time for a lesson in style.

''What is it tha—''

''Knowledge,'' she interrupted curtly; not loud, or with harshness in her voice—she merely would answer his question before he could fully inquire her. Her eyes drifted above the blonde man's head to the overbearing walls of the Vandenreich fortress, conveying to him her focus. She seemed oblivious to the changes in his eyes, or the strangeness of his blood. She seemed ultimately unconcerned with the turmoil that swam about his visage, portraying herself as someone who expected the answers she desired. There was no way the man could predict how the woman would act, but her methodology would set in the stone the moment he uttered his first word. As his lack of politeness fell upon her ears she would share him an equal amount of disrespect on his behalf. Oh, it certainly wasn't anything personal, just decidedly the way she would act toward the individual as a result of his poor approach to this stranger. ''Vandenreich...'' she muttered, recalling the words being spoken by one of this man's underlings—a slightly grotesque amalgamation of the Hollow and Quincy. She also revealed that she had somehow been able to hear the organization's name despite never having been in a sensible proximity to the occurrence. She had been in Australia at the time, fighting her own battle, but very distant from the city that that very word had been uttered.

''I can stand here playing fifty questions with you or you can explain what you—and all of this—is. The last thing Quincies need to be doing are making enemies so recklessly, for so little purpose.'' Despite the words she chose, her tone of voice remained incessantly monotonous, devoid of emotion or... interest. While she was not so concerned with her own self as she made strides to set herself apart from the Quincy, she still held concern for the race in general. She may not have bore the title, but she remembered the legacy: She was the First Quincy, and all other Quincy had been birthed after her. She had been forced to watch as her race was nearly wiped out once already, when she was not strong enough to combat it, but something like that would not happen again, even if the race's worst enemy became this man before her, who deemed himself savior and leader. There was anger biding its time at the back of her mind, not quite yet revealed, but certainly capable of channeling itself through her at any moment. Right now this man, Hulderic Hylam, whose full name had been uttered by the Iramasha he had fought against, was going to have to answer to the emotionless mask that Nozomi presented. She would not give her name, nor explain to him who she was; she would merely demand an answer and leave him in silence, just as he had thought best to start with her. The one thing, above all, that Hulderic should have kept in the back of his mind if he had an adequate degree of intelligence was the smog of Onikagahi that surrounded the castle in such masses that proved the person at his doorstep was not a trifle stranger. Another responsibility of a leader was choosing wisely, whether it be in his actions or his words. He had already failed in Townsville; here was take two.

Nozomi crossed her black-sleeved arms over her chest, expectant.

Sat Jan 11, 2014 3:15 am

Artist: Maiko Iuchi - Song: Zankokuna Genjitsu

There was a curious presence that could be felt all across the Vandenreich base that was surrounded in snow, in the middle of the arctic. It descended upon the headquarters like snow as a slight sent wafted through the high walls and very air. Leaning up from her bed, a woman completely dressed in a yellow nun outfit would awaken. The outfit itself covered her entire body, running down to the wrists of her hands and covering both of her legs in a soft yellow material. This woman was known as Oka. As of late, the nun-like woman had been spending a lot of her time isolated in her own personal chambers, learning more about herself and beginning to grow as a quincy. She was a weapon plain and simple, yet the way she presented herself would suggest the opposite. Her hood laid down off her head, resting slightly against her back. Within a few seconds, she could be seen rushing towards the door, a loud crack echoing out as the door instantly opened and slammed shut, slightly coming unhinged from the haste she was showing.

This energy was something that she had never felt before, yet it remained similar to that of a Quincy. It was knowledge to all high-ranking soldiers, and those who bothered to study, in the Vandenreich held within them the blood of Yswach, one who was considered to be the first quincy, the father of all beings. So why was this being yet to present itself so different? Coming to a run now, she'd finally reach the open courtyard of the Vandenreich, the warm breeze pushing through her light blonde, short hair, her vision finally falling upon the woman who radiated so highly with energy. Looking elsewhere now, Oka's eyes would fall upon Hulderic, his very eyes changing colour and his internal energy beginning to grow much stronger, Oka herself being at an impasse. Did she attack? Did she run away? Fight with Hulderic on his signal? There was no way for them to be secretive right now, the woman and him were already talking. It was only time that could tell the events that were to unfold here. A flash of Golden light would appear at the right hand of Oka, within a split second the vision of a massive, spiked and almost crucifix shaped hammer would appear in her hand. This was her spirit weapon. It wasn't a sign that she was going to cause an attack, but rather she was being put on the defensive already.

Taking strong strides, she'd run over to Hulderic and slightly hold a manic grin, hiding her inner curiosity from the outside world. "Huuulldiiieeeee, what is this woman? You don't plan on fighting her do you? That'd be pretty sad if our newly built base got outsider blood all over it! Although, it might break it in a little..." Giving a slight nudge to Hulderic, she'd let out a high-pitch laugh that lasted less than two seconds. Stabbing the handle of her large hammer into the ground, she'd look up at the woman who was radiating with energy, releasing it to the point where the skies shifted colours and the ground began to lightly tremble with power. As she descended to ground level, lightly tapping the blades of grass, Oka would place her hands on the top of her hammer, finding a gap between all the spikes, and rest her chin on them. Tilting her head to the side, she'd listen to the woman's words carefully and then finally turn to Hulderic, pure curiosity filling her voice.

"She has a point, Huldie. You did... make quite the mess in Townsville during that earlier war. And I wasn't even invited, how rude! Hmph, been to long since I got blood on this thing." Stopping her monologue to herself about her weapon and the war, she'd look up now, her piercings embedded in her face would shine slightly as the sun reflected off them. Her hood would remain down, but her manic face would remain in that wild, cold and brutal grin. "But she does raise a good point none the less. Why are we making these enemies? We don't exactly need them... But I shouldn't be the one questioning here." Pulling her hammer out of the ground now, Oka would disappear from her position simply through Hirenkyaku, reappearing now atop of a small house that overlooked. She'd appear to be sitting on the cusp of the buildings, legs hanging over the edge, spirit weapon already smashed into the tilings of the roof, dug in deep so it wouldn't simply blow over. Placing her elbow on her knee, she'd know rest her chin on top of her fist and overlook the entire situation. Oka did not know how this was going to end, nor did she really know who this woman was - but one thing was clear to her: this woman WAS a Quincy. Or at least, has the aspect of one. There was no mistaking the energy she gave off, it was menacing and Oka had lived with it all her life, but yet it remained different. Only time could tell the true intentions of this woman here.

Sat Jan 11, 2014 4:10 am

Home, to most was considered a place that you could lay your heart or somewhere that you could live without having to worry about the judgement of others that occupied the space. For some this may be true, but for others such as Obzedat and other members of the Vandenreich it was slightly different. There were all sorts of different characters that inhabited the large structure that was the Vandenreich headquarters. It's entirety being surrounded by a barrier that prevented the harsh weather conditions from entering would be considering blasphemy and an insult to an Eskimo, luckily the continent was uninhabited by humans. Which was a nice touch for Obzedat as he despised the juvenile human race always causing trouble over the most puerile of matters. Though his own race wasn't much different. Which Obzedat's opinion over the matters were rather neutral, for as long as he'd be able to display his strength and power he didn't really care who their foe was.

When it came to Obzedat's intelligence over Vandenreich affairs he was typically always left in the dark until it came down to the point of actually making action. It wasn't common for him to miss meetings and what not as they usually didn't prove to be of much importance for him until things started getting physical. Which felt as though the case was at this period of time as he could feel a familiar yet distant force enter the barrier of what he considered to be home.

Sitting with his feet pressed together in a meditative stance, a hum slithered throughout his quarters as the crisp smell of burning incests stung the nostrils of anyone that was to pass by his door. Candles lit the space, though it wasn't much if you were trying to find something within the room. His face began to crumble at the immense pressure he felt from the new arrival, the humming immediately coming to a halt as he released himself from his meditation. Standing up, he took in the pressure by taking a deep breath in trying to distinguish what it was that was missing from the Quincy's strange presence, however it wasn't something that he would be able to put his finger on. With a swift stomp of his right foot the dim light of the room vanished as smoke rose from the candle's wicks. He let out a soft grunt as he proceed to head outside.

As he approached the group he noticed that Hulderic, the Headmaster of the Vandenreich, had decided to personally greet the visitor himself. Which caused Obzedat to raise a brow at his leader's actions. As to why he hadn't already engaged the intruder, was it because he too was curious of this Quincy. Along with Hulderic, Oka, the little brat that everyone seemed to deem strong, stood steadily beside Hulderic as they exchanged words to the strange being. The loud thuds of his foot steps caused the ground to rumble beneath him as he approached the group, not knowing what exactly was going on. He towered over everyone that stood by him and looked down at them as he approached them from the rear. "Hulderic...who?" Obzedat questioned in his broken English that was caused from years of being held to a vow of silence, though Hulderic would understand the brute's unintelligent lingo knowing that he was asking who the person was. "I crush for Hulderic." Obzedat insisted as he attempted to push through the two and make his way toward the strange Quincy. He cracked his knuckles and then began unwrapping his fists from the reiatsu restraints that were made of rope. As the rope began to fall to the surface below, as though it had a mind of it's own, it began to crawl back up the legs of Obzedat where it would wrap around his shoulder and then tie into a knot on his back. The powers of the rope being inactive while in this position. His reiatsu began to flood the surrounding area as it tried to battle with that of Nozomi's.

Obzedat saw the intruder as hardly even a threat, but as he soaked in her power he was unable to even catch a hint of any fear. Though it was an often occurrence that he wasn't able to sense any internal fears of an opponent right away, it was odd that even with such great power and even after releasing himself from his hand restraints that his reiatsu was still not able to pick up a taste for her fear. Immediately Obzedat realized that he was going to have to pick his battles this time, as much as he would love to put her abilities to the test he knew that if he was unable to make use of his own ability his physical strength would not be enough to crush this opponent. Obzedat turned his head to look at the two behind him, his face was wrapped with concern as to why the woman was absent of fear. "I wait for order." Obzedat stated in a soft tone full of disappointment that he wouldn't be fighting on this day. Not disappointed in himself, but in the intruders inability to bring nobody else with her for him to crush. If there was no one to fight then what was there for him to do, except sit back and keep his mouth shut. Thoughts of leaving the scene and going back to his meditation crossed his mind, but he shook them away knowing it would be impossible for him to concentrate with the mystery of her strange aura lurking in his mind. He whipped his head and turned around heading back toward his leader and the secret weapon, Oka. "I wait for order...I wait for order...I wait for order." He repeated as he made his way behind the two, he spoke in a docile tone.

He was unsure of what exactly was going on here, but he knew it wasn't going to be a matter he was going to be able to beat into the ground...

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Sat Jan 11, 2014 9:16 am

The headquarters seemed to be surrounded by what could only be described as a sense of danger and confusion, those that could feel the presence of whatever had made its way to the meeting point of practically all Quincy, had gone through the blistering wasteland to find themselves outside the unblemished fortress within the snow, a seemingly unwise choice for most but now whatever had appeared seemed to be entirely unhindered by the natural instinct to avoid the fortress of the Vandenreich. Of those that felt the presence approaching were what could only be described as the monsters that led the Vandenreich with their power it seemed three others than the unknown source of all the commotion appeared to find out what would be so kind as to walk up to the Quincy's front door. Senkoumei lying in his bed could feel the uncomfortable situation that was beginning to transpire outside the headquarters; it put the Quincy in a foul mood as he tried to rest his eyes while crunching a few pieces of hard candy in his mouth. The rising tension that was starting outside made the giant young man even more uncomfortable as the rising tension seemed to have at least a few familiar presences gather power ready for battle. Raising his rather lumbering form out of the bed it was laying in, the thing was too small for his body anyway. Gathering a baggy purple long-sleeved shirt and three-quarter length shorts the likes of which would probably sell naturally as jeans for most people the Quincy made his way out of the room that he had kindly ruined with scattered food packets and other non-essentials for another to clean-up.

The halls of the castle-like structure were abuzz with worry from those that began to feel the negative presence approach the headquarters or from those that brought word back from where the source of all the distress was coming from. The titanic Quincy passed through the hallways, as he moved closer to any of the grunts that were prepping for some kind of battle their exterior would become a calm facade against the natural feelings of dread. It was not due to any form of inspiration Senkoumei would give it was simply better to not do anything that would give him grounds to find a Quincy annoying lest they wanted to catch the ire of a rather perturbed giant. The focal point of the distress came from the outside of the walls that now seemed to leak with a rather unnatural energy as it creeped in out the Quincy castle. Looking to the outside four figures could be seen from where the giant looked upon the walls, three stood to one side the remaining body stood opposing them and with it came a sense of....Wrongness that seemed to be the source of all the chatter around the area. The person did not feel like anyone that would naturally find themselves in the Antarctic looking for the Vandenreich out of the call from the Emperor, this person had a sense of being both unwelcome but still held a sense of familiarity in terms of the Reiatsu surrounding her. It was this energy however that was also the cause of the stressful situation taking place and Senkoumei wanted a better look at something that looked to make his day more annoying than it needed to be.

Standing on the wall the giant leaped down to the ground below, a drop like this would naturally injure a person or more likely if they had made it their aim it would end their life entirely but with a sturdy frame and a combination of forming Reiatsu at his feet the hulking young man found himself landing just a few meters away from all the horribleness beginning to occur. The landing lead to some of the ground cracking and breaking away as he stood to get a better look on the situation but those involved with the trouble now seemed more interested with keeping an eye on the enemy rather than looking at the large Quincy behind. It did seemed that there was perhaps a cause for concern as the young man got a better look at those involved, First he noticed the leader of the Vandenreich of course the Emperor seemed to be dealing with the situation at hand in a manner befitting his title, with part sensibility and reasoning and another with threat of danger and readiness to attack. The two next to him were known to the Quincy as well, one was the female leader of the Drachen. Though calling Oka a female was a rather understandably strange concept considering the way she acted. The other was the rather reasonably uncouth looking Captain of the giant Quincy's own division, Obzedat was one person that Senkoumei could get behind he was quiet, he seemed great at smashing things and he was one person who Senkoumei would actually listen to though due to his lack of speech most times it lead to not much being needed from the lumbering and rather unmotivated Quincy.

The last figure was not like the others, it was clear that this girl was the source of the distress beginning in the headquarters as the energy closer to her now put everyone on edge which Senkoumei noted when the Captains seemed to be preparing for a fight. The woman seemed to be quizzing the emperor for something, as the young Quincy looked from beyond the line of the leadership of the Vandenreich he sighed as he spoke his thoughts aloud. ''Ahhhhhhh.... And I thought that the headquarters would be a bit peaceful.... This just means more work for me if it gets messy.'' The Quincy did not move to join in on the proceedings along with his fellow Quincy, he knew that at this point he would provide not much in the way of aid in a battle, nor did he really want to if his captain or the Emperor were in a compromising position he would gladly put his body in the way of the harm, but until then he was simply waiting for the trouble to deal with itself then he could go back to his previously scheduled rest for the rest of the cold and tiring day....

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Sun Jan 12, 2014 10:28 pm

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Hulderic's cold gaze never shifted as he cleaned his glasses off, he could easily break this entire place down. Yswach was almost demanding he do it to silence the worthless woman whom had no business here. "I made a mistake, I believe that we could do something good and give the people a hand.. But instead it back fired, though now I understand what is needed.. Yswach had given me quite the extensive bit of knowledge. Unlike the others Hulderic was able to still speak to the man whom was considered to be just as strong as Yamamoto himself. His eyes looked towards Oka one of his best warriors whom had not been there at the time. "Now I understand far better, I will not be kind any longer..If we should ever move again..I will not hesitate to kill everything within one hundred miles of my location.." Hulderic wasn't bluffing or lying any longer, he'd been kind in the city of Townsville. And he paid for it with many things, his naive nature of what the system was failed him.

His gaze remained cold now as he looked at the female Nozomi. " Not that you matter really, you have no real place among us..I know of you from Yswach's memories that are mine now. " Hulderic didn't need to accept her and this was his way of saying she had no place. His eyes looked towards that of Oka and the others whom had showed up. Many of them came here, making enemies their was a critical question at hand. When your race is hated from the outset how do you avoid making enemies? The Vandenreich were ghosts whom did as they pleased so things could of been better on their first run of things. Hulderic was old but not perfect, no he wasn't perfect yet. Somethings required changes and he knew it better than anyone. The answer of never again being the same came from the First Emperor. This allowed him some growth, but more was needed. If his people wished to avoid war what was the answer? Sit on the sidelines and keep out of everything? Perhaps that was the key to the answer, they weren't meant to be involved.

Hulderic understood the mistake though Sing would someday understand her's as well. Taking things as far as she did would have a price. Every single moment they sought to advance the Vandenreich would step in and destroy the attempt along side the others. Hulderic sore revenge for what happened, he would treat them as Yswach had the Shinigami. He had plans something that would in the end be big enough that K-World would regret what they did. He wasn't angry at them it was more he himself for not being able to do anything at that point but talk. The time for words was done and it wouldn't come again, Hulderic turned away from Nozomi with nothing more to say. He walked to his throne now leaving her to her own accord. He didn't care what she did for it didn't matter to him truly. Hulderic was now a different person and if she pushed him to far. He would give orders to decorate the room with her guts, gone was that naive man whom thought talk could fix things.

Replace now was a cold blooded killer, a man who would ruthlessly protect the interest of the Quincy. Hulderic had almost become Yswach in some cases, his frame walked over and sat down in a chair. Having left it as he wanted it. Nozomi would be ignored on further remarks of the Quincy and mistakes made from here by him. He simply wouldn't acknowledge her comments and depending on how far things went. It would be interesting to see what the end result would end up being. "The last I will speak of this is now, listen well. I swear that K-World shall pay for what it did...Master Yswach is teaching me something to extract what must be done..We are both fools after all, may as well see if the first one has a suggestion.." Hulderic planned to do something that hadn't been done in a while with Quincy Tech. But he wouldn't go into detail as he slightly listened to the awaken Yswach in his ear, for now he could sense his people had grown strong. Only time would tell what would come next from him.

Mon Jan 13, 2014 4:16 pm

Artist: Lqd Hrmny - Song: La Distance

She could tell, her words fell upon damaged ears. Before she had finished speaking she knew he would disregard anything she had to say. It did not matter that she had a completely valid point that he could not just and did not just explain away; he spoke of trying to be the nice guy, about how his kindness failed him in war, about a familiar ancient name, about how she didn't belong. None of these excused the man from his rash decision to enter a war not his own in the first place, and thus endangering the lives of some of the more significant few Quincy that followed him. No, but such qualms were irrelevant to a man lacking sense, proving here and now that his irrationality was not a fluke. Continuing on this poor path, Hulderic was going to doom the Quincy, her hidden legacy. As several of his Vandenreich followers came out of the shadows to witness this unusual stranger, Nozomi could only feel pity for them. Her eyes did not shift away from Hulderic's out of common courtesy, but she still watched the others with near-omniscient ocular power. Her eyes seemed plain, but she saw all. The pupils seemed focused, but there was not a flake of snow in any direction that escaped her sight. With these eyes she surreptitiously observed and analyzed—the nun, the brute, the giant—they were not just mere soldiers. Each was incredibly unique and incredibly strange, and yet each of them seemed to look up to Hulderic... and for all of her intelligence she could not discover why. She needed time for a problem like this, and it was clear more than anything that this man did not want to give her any more of an audience than he already had.

The woman made motion, her new outfit rustling as she uncrossed her arms to gesture her dissatisfaction at the answer. Her face was still unchanged and unreadable, but the message could be conveyed much more clearly when she spoke. ''Do you know me? Really?'' she asked in ploy, the question rhetorical in reality, only attempting to pull him back into the conversation. It was another chance she was granting him, to perhaps consider and choose more wisely, yet it remained wasted. Yswach, one of the inheritors of her Quincy powers, as well as a student under her wing. To them he was a deity, but through Nozomi's eyes he was and always would be a student; a level below. It was not to take anything away from him for he was the second step in carrying on the legacy of the Quincy, easily her brightest pupil and the one who had refined his power more toward what modern Quincy were capable of. But he was only mortal; and, this mortal did not know Nozomi much more than the original Quincy, a maternal figure who sheltered him and trained him to fight. There was a broad history far beyond the scope of what Yswach had ever seen, and that was where the disjuncture came from. Hulderic had only was his idol knew, and did not grasp completely who he was dealing with. Perhaps that was why he had so little respect for her? Or perhaps it was just another example of his inadequacy. It left her wondering whether he thought his decisions out or not.

He turned away, quietly ignoring Nozomi and terminating any further conversation with the woman. The Vandenreich behind him was set to attack at the slightest hostility; the quietest command. She was no fool. She did not to intend to fight an uphill battle, especially against those she intended to protect. The masses of energy were an announcement first, then a precaution. Especially now after interacting with the man at the helms of it all, she knew she could not retract her energy in trust. It was an unfortunate situation, but Nozomi came to the conclusion that the best course of action was an ultimatum. She would not act now, but she would give a promise to act if things did not turn out how she wished. Closing her eyes solemnly, she spoke up loudly for all to hear, even those most distant from her. She did not acknowledge his ideas or his plans in her words; she merely laid down her demand. ''You will start choosing your words—and more importantly your fights—more wisely. You will reconsider your plans for the Quincy. You will no longer thrust our race into the line of fire for your misguided goals. I will grant you your own choice today based only on the low chance you will recognize sense, but this chance will be your last chance.'' Then her eyes cracked open, dangerously narrow and showing emotion in her expression for the first time as she glared intently at the weathered man, uttering her final words with malice coating every syllable. ''If you dare disregard me, then I will come after you to clean up after your mess and personally crush your skull underfoot.''

Silence, for mere seconds, before the woman turned away herself. Further conversation was useless with a man who refused to see reason. She already knew precisely what would happen, and that she would have to come stop his foolish quest and wrest the Vandenreich out of his reckless grasp. Nozomi Sumashuu was the First Quincy, and yet he had managed to choose the path that had made her his enemy. If he could not negotiate with her... then who? It was merely a matter of time. She would snap her fingers softly, once again disturbing the fabric of space before her. A plane of darkness opened its maw wide enough for her to step through, causing a gust to blow outwards from it and tide at the field of grass. These were minor details, as the blue-haired woman strode forward, intending to disappear into the spacial rip if she were not interrupted.

Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:56 am

Artist: Maiko Iuchi - Song: Zankokuna Genjitsu

So many words, so many idle threats -- yet not a single person in the Vandenreich headquarters even showed signs of taking initiative and putting their words into action. That was how Oka saw it, however. She viewed this gathering like a lone-sheep coming into a tribe or pack of Wolves, as if the sheep was to try and convince the wolves not to eat her. The situation was indeed interested, however. The sapphire blue haired woman was throwing many demands around, yet not focusing on the sheer enormity of the Vandenreich numbers. Asking Hulderic to change his ways, shift how he views and fights into another direction to avoid the damage being dealt to the remaining quincy. Yet as the Secret Weapon stood there, she couldn't help but feel a sense of agreement to the words Nozomi was speaking. The words themselves were provocative, something which would attract Oka anyway, but that wasn't the thing that allured her. It was no secret that the quincy were a hunted and dying race, perhaps this blue haired woman was trying to do the race a favor, not to plunge them off the deep end only to get wiped out yet again by the actions they caused. Never the less, the loyalty of the Drachen leader began to surface, looking over at Hulderic from her seat on the roof-top and slowly smile. She owed her life to Hulderic and his second in command, Raiki Lync. She couldn't turn her back on them -- she was built... brought into this world for the purpose of serving them and the lord. She couldn't turn her back.... not now...

So as the words were thrown around like bullets, Oka just sat and smirked, watching as the beast, Obzedat, and the giant, Senkoumai, began to show up. As these two arrived, she simply crossed her legs, her yellow nun skirt hanging slightly at her feet, covering her entire legs. Her hammer was still smashed into the rood and used as leverage for her arm, the problem seemed to be getting worse, and yet whilst she acknowledged this new woman invading the headquarters, she didn't seem to notice Oka. Sighing slightly, she'd open her mouth and let a cross drop into her lap before sliding it off to hang from her tongue like a chain. The cross itself was rather large, being just big enough to keep in her mouth from time to time, but mostly found hanging out from her tongue and swaying by her body. It was a personal accessory of hers, her quincy cross if you will. Looking over at Hulderic, she'd hold a heavy smirk. "All this talk about the Yswach guy... Jeez, can't you two live in the moment? This is becoming rather sad! Look, blue-haired pseudo-Nazi freak, if there's a problem ya' got, are you looking for a fight? You come into this home and think that you're top shit, trying to give us orders. There's no way Huldie or Raiki are listening to your crap!" Her voice would echo through the air. Her mocking attitude remained in tact, not losing a single trace of her usual self.

Stopping her rant, she'd look now to the brute - his body huge as he towered over all those below. She had paid no head to most of the differences between him and the other quincy earlier, but right now it was quite remarkable. As he looked at Oka and sung his words waiting for orders, the yellow nun would simply nod and give a slight smile, before winking at him and softly exhaling a few words. "You'll know when to strike, Obzedat. Don't go around breaking everything, though! Plus, this is likely more of a... non-combat meeting. For now. You don't need to smash instantly." Averting her gaze yet again, her nose twitched as finally she looked upon Senkoumei, Obzedat, Hulderic and the woman in one single view. "Huldie, don't you think you should listen to what the woman has to say? I mean, if she's looking out for the best interests in quincy, she could be a powerful ally. If not... save the crunching for some other time, fights in here would be too noisy." Standing up yet again, she'd yank her head back, landing the cross softly on her tongue, keeping her mouth closed. As she stood up, she'd now lean on the hammer, curiously viewing the scenery below.

Her eyes would fall upon the blue-haired quincy once again, noticing as the earlier pressure began to surface -- a black rift akin to a garganta splitting open as she began to walk off towards it. Twitching slightly, Oka would fade out into a hirenkyaku, reappearing beside the spatial rift that opened. Exiting the fast-paced movement, her arm would already be placed outwards, hammer in hand and extended horizontally as if to try and stop this woman from leaving. She didn't plan on fighting, no, that wasn't her intention at all. Rather Oka was focusing on what she was doing here. For her to show up for two seconds, sprout a few words and think everything would be okay, was stupid in the eyes of the yellow-outfitted nun. Not only was it stupid, but Oka took a vague interest in this woman's stance. Whilst her loyalty to the Vandenreich kept her allied, she did raise her brow at a few of the statements earlier. "Do you think you can just show up, throw around a few petty words, threatening us with destruction, and then walk out? I have no interest in hurting you, hell, I don't even know your name. The Vandenreich won't shift their attitude because you were here for two seconds, who are you and why are you here?" Keeping her tone deep and her voice strong, Oka would frown slightly before lowering her arm from the gateway in hopes that this blue-haired woman would not leave the area, but rather continue her explanation. Oka found herself intrigued, almost enthralled one might say, but she did not

Tue Jan 14, 2014 11:49 pm

It was difficult for Obzedat to fight the yearn for battle against the unidentified person, though it seemed as though Hulderic had a sense or a grasp of who she was. Obzedat was unable to read her intentions as she spoke with a blank face that rose question to Obzedat's very own mind. Looking over to Oka as she spoke he could tell that she too was fighting against her own mind to stay calm as their leader had a heated, but very calm conversation with the woman. It puzzled Obzedat how his leader was able to keep such composure while standing in front such a worthy opponent. His fist curled into large balls, showing his frustration as his face drew to a blank slate to match that of the woman's. He didn't want to reveal his weakness of wanting to send the conflict further than conversation and be ill toward Hulderic's silent commands for everyone to keep back.

After he had made his feeble attempts to find a threat within the woman and returned the group Oka, the small child that was considered a weapon for Vandenreich spoke to him. Her words set easy with him and brought him confidence with his decision of not engaging the woman, as it would have been foolish if he did. However to two head figures continued to exchange words until finally it seemed as though woman grew frustrated with Hulderic and his refusal to compromise with her views. Which Obzedat saw to be complete opposites of his leader's. As she spoke the words Obzedat couldn't help but replay Oka's words within his head, in attempts to keep him from making any drastic moves toward the woman. He couldn't believe that it would be that simple, she would give them a decision and simple attempt to just walk away.

His leader's voice began to ring in his head as he attempted to keep himself restrained, he awaited the smallest command for movement toward the woman in order to keep her fleeing, but there would be nothing. K-World would pay? Obzedat didn't know too much about the matters of K-World but if that was the decision made by Hulderic he would stand next to him and force plague to the realm. Though with the woman now against their actions he knew the task would be just as difficult. He looked around trying to figure out what everyone else was gathering from the spoken words of the woman but couldn't find any answers. Would it be him that stopped the woman from leaving them? No, he wouldn't act so out of line. Oka, however, she was a different story. He let out a small, but deep, gasp as he witnessed the small girl get between the Garganta and Nozomi. Obzedat was completely flabbergasted by her actions and her words as she began to speak telling her that she had no intentions of harming her. Yet her gestures said otherwise. Where as the woman's words may have been threatening, to Obzedat actions spoke louder than what could be said. He wouldn't stand still to see Oka used as a test subject to display the woman's power. However, he wouldn't let her actions result in his own. She was able to make her own decisions and to Obzedat whether they were correct or incorrect he would not barge his way into her path keeping her from doing what she wanted. He was well aware that she was more than capable without him, he also knew that the woman wouldn't act so rash with such high entities surrounding her waiting for her to make the slightest slip up.

Finally, he came to the conclusion that if you couldn't be em, join em. He shifted his position to a wide and low base as he placed his right hand balled up in front of him and put the most effort he ever had to form a proper sentence. "You willn't mock the name of Vandenreich while we stand or after we fall! We will show that actions will lead to conclusions. Not to the Quincy, but K-World!" As he stated his last word he opened his fist creating a massive orb within his open palm. "Quincy are superior, lose to the inferior K-World we can't and willn't!" He slammed his hand closed letting the orb vanish within his palm, he wished to display his organization's power and felt as though it would work. Even to somebody such as Nozomi.

He stood ready. Ready to defend Oka, ready for Hulderic to make the slightest signal to put the woman's head into the ground. He wished to display to the woman a taste of what K-World had coming to them, all he needed was the word...

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