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Rising from the snow again. [Quincy Open]
Sun Jul 17, 2016 6:28 pm
ENTER THE DEPTHS
Artist: Mogeko Castle - Song: N/A - Word Count: N/A
“Breathless.”
The shell responded as she stood upon a platform many hundreds of feet from the frigid cold tundra that spread out around her like an endless sea of white. The howl of the winds which were saturated with flakes of pure white. Her own breath was fogged up from this extreme climate that was known as antarctica the home of the Quincy, or the original home of the vandenreich. Every since she had been there hiding in the shadows, even in their final hours before it had been all destroyed and wiped away, the slate once again being reduced back to the starting block. This ancient quincy, older than most had merely stepped forth from the shadows to fill the position that was needed of her, for her people, for the organization that had been started all those years ago. Yes the shell was many things, a former samurai from an era long lost, and one of the oldest quincy, one of those trained originally by nozomi when all those years ago the quincy had began to crop up in the world to combat the hollows that showed up.
Her peerless blue eyes, diluted like glacial runoff from the mountains come spring, stared across the snow, as even without her energy being considered to be monstrous she was unusual when it came to quincy. A true behemoth, even if she was still human in almost every way. Her name shared kinship with the cold, being of norse origin, the land of eternal ice niflheim. Yet for now, as reishi loosely formed in the air she had given shape to it, and blown upon the blue dusted mist. The form of a lark being formed plucked straight from the confines of her imagination, albeit it didn’t move, merely a sculpture of reishi , completely and utterly useless, yet still pretty to look at, even from a distance the color blue being broken down into many fragmented hues depending on the way the light deemed to hit it.
Then Niflheims eyes slid up and she glanced over the landscape and she couldn’t help but cringe on the inside, even if her exterior remained as expressionless as ever. She thought about how the quincy race had dwindled until this point, and how the once proud organization had been rendered a mere shadow of it’s past, where it was powerful and grand. That was old history, and this was the harsh reality of the present, it was time to rebuild step by step, even if that meant that the road would be harsh and perilous, this organization was more than a mere symbol of the quincy, even if it was not her teacher’s creation, it held a cherished place in her heart, and because of that she decided she would take up the mantle if needed and rebuild.
And so as she let her energy filter out into the very depths she thought about how everything had changed ever since those simple yet chaotic times of her upbringing, where one could protect something simply with a bow, or with an arrow of one's own choice. The world hosted monsters now far stronger than she herself was, and because of that it was time for her to step up, she would walk the path and become a monster herself if she needed. . . However that wasn’t important, what was important was picking up the pieces bit by bit, and rebuilding her home once more, even if it was difficult, and foolish. . .That was her purpose, as the sternritter grandmaster, to lead her people into a new era.
With that in mind, her hands spread out and she had allowed her reishi to expand, brilliant like a star and glowing with power that expanded outwards to flare and light up the world with splendor, a beacon to quincy to hopefully draw them like a moth to a flame, and after the light died down she had allowed herself to descend, platforms of energy forming beneath her feet as she stepped down, step by step until her feet touched the ground. After which time she glanced across the snow, and dispelled the blizzard temporarily through a manipulation of reishi to form a raw pulse, that blasted outwards. Then she stood there in the quiet. . .And she waited.
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