Archer's Bar

There were very few people who could really say, truly, that they loved what they did. Sofia was among them. While it was certain some of the more unfortunate struggles of the Quincy kept them from realizing their goals any time soon, the musical prodigy simply enjoyed taking the necessary steps to get there. The current incarnation of the Vandenreich would triumph where the versions of the past had failed. Even with significant powerhouses like Yhwach and Hulderic, they lacked purposeful coordination, professionalism, and a calculated and orderly standard of procedures that ensured success. There were many reasons why the Quincy prodigy had been chosen as the Captain of the Vandenreich’s Jagdarmee, formerly known as the Hunting Unit. Her innate power was a testament to the level of position she held. However it was her integrity, her professionalism and devotion to planning, order, and calculated measures that allowed to stand out even further among the rest.

It had also been the reason she had been chosen to lead the mission that sent her out into Germany. Unlike the rest of the races that inhabited the Earth, Quincy had long been on a downhill slope. They had gone through cullings, and a variety of genocides that made their numbers dwindle throughout the years, skirting the notion of extinction ever closer with the passing of time. At the present time, their numbers had reached an all time low. Among them, the few that possessed enough power to cause any kind of noticeable change could be counted with the fingers of a hand. As such, the organization made concrete and noticeable efforts to track and find any and all Quincy still alive. If successful, a talk and in some cases a potential indoctrination would be at hand. With their numbers decreasing, they needed all the help they could get in order to survive, and one day bring about the Quincy Revolution, and the ultimate goal of delivering the Earth back onto Human Hands.

Unfortunately however, most of the efforts to reach out to other Quincy had failed. For the most part, it seemed as though the remaining Quincy were already part of the Vandenreich. Most records with even a hint of beings of spiritual significance led to a dead end. Most had either passed away or had been killed in combat some time prior. There was but one more individual left to seek out. The records didn’t provide a name. They didn’t even offer any real or accurate description of what he would look like. The records simply spoke of an extremely powerful Quincy with an unnatural addiction for nature and green colored garbs. There were also rumors that said Quincy was in some way related to the myth of the ancient Robin Hood.

In of itself, the records didn’t offer much of anything in terms of an specific location. Regardless, it was deemed by the Executive Branch that Sofia was the best option to seek out said individual. If the past incursions had been any indication, the individual would have turned out to have passed away or killed perhaps centuries before. The choice in Sofia was made primarily out of how well she dealt with situations that required a calm and still mind. She thrived in circumstances where her patience and her skills were tested and taxed almost as heavily as her mind. Niflheim was simply too busy with other matters. Toshiko was a young girl about her age that, though skilled, lacked the maturity or patience to allow anything potential useful to come out of meeting someone that may not like the Vandenreich as much as they did. On the off and rare chance the individual was found, the famous Quincy musician was the best chance they had at potentially convincing the unknown archer to join their ranks.

”Dios Mio. What a dump.” She muttered in response to the old and worn look of the nearby tavern.

As usual, whenever she purposely spoke in Spanish, it would cause the remainder of her words to be affected by the thick Spaniard accent she possessed. Frankly it had been a few years ever since she had revisited Europe. Despite having been born in Spain, the demonic incursion after she became of age, prompted her and her family to run and seek refuge from the stigma of the foul reach of the beasts. Upon her return however, she came back a much stronger woman, with convictions built on foundations that were not so easily shook. And, had she encounter the fated being, he too would find it difficult to find fault and weakness in her resolve and her attempts to bring him to her side.

Upon opening the doors, all eyes would be on her, even if just for a very brief moment. It surely wasn’t the first time they had seen a lady, though one would wonder if anyone worthy of that name would enter such shady establishments to begin with. Still, the military uniform style of her clothes was more than enough to cause most eyes to wander off of her figure. A few daring individuals would take quick and intermittent glances at her butt as she passed, trying their best not to get caught in the lecherous behavior. As was common for her lately, her outfit consisted of matching white pants and t-shirt under an opened white jacket. The largely light colored clothes were offset by a blue scarf around her neck, and the contrasting luscious look of her black gloves and boots.

As soon as she made her way into the center of the tavern however, her eyes would become fixated on an individual dressed in a rather large and seemingly worn green garb.


Her eyes would light up momentarily as a smile would quickly follow. It was a feeling of happiness and gratitude. She had imagined it would take her days or even weeks before she could come up against concrete information about the being. Frankly she had no reason to believe the man before her was the one she sought, but the coincidences would be too many. She had already formulated the man likely possessed a kind of cloaking ability that had allowed him to pass unnoticed under the radar for so long. The easiest part would be to find out. She would try the logical best route and ask. But if she felt like he held something back, she would go to any means necessary to ensure he was honest with her.

”A piece of bread, cheese, and a bottle of wine please.”

Her voice seemed soft, feminine and calmed. It almost came off as if she was familiar and rather acquainted with the place and those around her. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. The Quincy prodigy was simply so in tune with the idea of being a nirvana of still and calmed serenity, that it extended to all aspects of her life. From playing the violin, to fighting in a war, to speaking to complete strangers, she believed she had mastered the skill of remaining collected in almost all situations.

”You don’t enjoy cheese and wine?”

Her words were rather odd, but they worked just fine for her excuse to sit right next to the man. He had a plate of bread and chicken, but no wine and no cheese. She wouldn’t be so straightforward as to ask right away, but the questions were incoming. If he indeed was the man she thought him to be, he would have already been aware of her nature, and the power she held bottled inside her rather young and appealing exterior.

”I’m Montero. Sofia Montero,” she said with a soft, soothing, and calming smile as her petite, smooth feeling hand drew closer to him, wanting to shake his hand.