The Old Ways [Cyrus/Helle]

Undoubtedly, such a commotion would bring someone or something. The near cataclysmic detonation of Reishi that occured right after a mile long radius stretch of the reishi were collected as if a void had opened up swallowing a piece of the world would no doubt cause a few heads to turn in the direction of Russia. Helle knew such was unavoidable. Her senses had flared to their maximum once her body had awakened reconnecting with her mind, charged with such raw inner energy, that a release was needed or she would have imploded into herself. The fact that such raw release of power, not only evaporated every Hollow called by her surgance of power, but had wiped out the temple from the planet as well is what she would consider ‘two birds with one stone.’ Sadly, with such a display draining life from the planet itself, she could not make use of basic Quincy skills to quickly travel from point A to point B and found herself stranded for the time being exhausted and lost. There was uncertainty about whether an ally or foe would appear, but it seems that, by the grace of God, salvation would appear before her instead of damnation.

However, she was not readily available at first. Needing a spot to rest herself before attempting to continue on her way, she had found satisfaction with a small formation of rocks that had formed a small corral to rest herself within. It was around this time that the sudden intrusion of another Quincy had sparked her senses once more. Good. Helle did not wish to engage in battle with anyone. Five years had past when she had last existed on Earth, and she has little idea of what beings exist around her in this present day and age. Seeing a fellow Quincy once again after so long will no doubt prove to bring her comfort. The call for a response is not missed by her, but she is slow in rising and leaves from her spot taking heavy steps due to her armored form.

She is the first to spot the female Quincy floating above the ground and has a few moments to acknowledge what she did to the environment. The blast she had released was powerful, but she had directed it upwards to keep from leaving a scar too big on the surface. Still, it was unavoidable due to the location of the temple being underground that a crater would form from her brilliant display that lit the sky up in Holy vengeance. She could only wonder if any natives nearby witnessed it. She wonders what the Quincy that she continues to near thought of it.

Armored steps and silent sounds of metal scraping against metal continue to be the only sound in the area before she stands in her full 6 foot glory before this ebony Quincy that radiated with a strange aura of supremacy. Helle could only think of this woman as kin to the many Elders she experienced in her youth. This woman will no doubt think Helle something glorious as well, maybe a soldier from one of the many tales that the older Quincy tell the younger ones. Helle has an aura about her that tells of a power that still exists in this age but at a level extremely neutered and warped until it became impossible to trace its routes. Even with the lack of Reishi in the area, any could see how it danced around her like invisible wisps waiting to be plucked and strung about.

Helle is dressed in armor that shines brightly in the glaring sun. Silver in color, one could feel its weight as Reishi lies dormant infused into the bonds that holds the armor together. A chestplate, blue details upon it, with a pointed center that hides Helle’s gender with an armored blue skirt that covered her thighs and flowed down to her knees with golden details. Her arms and legs are both covered excessively for protection with her rapier at her side; its silver spiraling hilt obvious for any to see. Around her shoulders tied is a white cape with a furred color that hugs her shoulders tightly. Finally, around her head is a helmet that alludes to the frightening maw of a lions that hides Helle’s face completely from view, her emerald eyes covered by its shadows, with a large white main sprouting from its head.

This is how Helle appears to whoever has come to take witness of her. An imposing sight for many to look upon, but there is a grace and serenity about it. The warrior under the helmet is obviously someone of high esteem. And, it is that air about this Helle that may make her seem more important to the world than she actually is. She is simply a woman displaced and blessed with knowledge that many of the ancient books speak of already.



Her voice is deepened and distorted by her helmet giving it a manly tone to further disguise her identity.