No Longer Forgotten: Vandenreich's Emergence (Open)

Within the residence of Euriel the man would be writing with a journal, an almost mundane looking thing compared to the appearance of himself. Each pen stroke done with careful meaning behind it, written in french. Of course the alert of his alarm brought him out of his attention, causing a brief sigh. It seemed the time was at hand as he stood up walking away to place the book within the under compartment of a desk.

With that done the man would look around the room to find his wolf's fur coat, one of the few things he brought with him to the Vandenreich. He had not formal position within the organization, well he was officially regarded as a Sternritter at least. But that was why he opt'd to wear his old uniform from France. It was an almost fashionable piece of clothing, his own personal taste one might say. The singular spiritually enhanced chest-piece was given a thump by him, before running callous fingers over the engrained Vandenreich symbol. A new piece.

It felt odd to have, truthfully. He was still adjusting to his new life.

He made his way out the door, letting an exhale out as he made his ways through the city of lights. He knew where to meet the others, even if his time here was sparse. Helle was a more than accommodating presence and made sure that he knew his way around at the very least. But it wouldn't even be to hard to spot her out at the entrance, including a well known dark skinned man. Cyrus. A man he had yet to meet, and best to give a degree of space to.

Needless to say, a nearly seven feet tall man was easy to spot among a crowd. Sandy blonde hair seemed to pick up in the wind, as an easy smile came onto his lips. Soft azure eyes seemed to focus on them as he walked towards them.

"Afternoon, everyone."

The smooth tenor would announce his presence, like that of a work companion merely just meeting for what essentially carpool. There was no reason to be awkward about it. There was a noticeable regimentedness to his response and movements, clearly someone from a disciplined background. Being a new recruit himself, he still was feeling a lot of this out.

"I'm here in whatever capacity, the Vandenreich requires."

A shining smile, accompanied it.

Today was a strange day for Nicoletta. For the past few months, she had been forced to make a sudden shift back to her interpersonal life, working with Klaus. The boy had plenty of problems, and was still learning. But today..today was something that she couldn't ignore.

For the first time, she had been made to don the uniform of the Vandenreich's foot soldiers. It fit her, sure. But..well. It felt odd. Still, she looked at herself in the mirror. If she hadn't known any better, she would have said that this mirror was showing someone entirely different. Someone more intimidating. Still, she sighed softly. She knew why they had to do what they were doing, for the most part.

There was one piece left. She had her rings, and her uniform. But she turned away from the mirror, and walked over to the table next to her bed. There was a bangle on the table. It wasn't full quite yet. But there was at least a moderate charge to it. She rolled up the sleeve on her right arm, and clamped the bangle onto it. Thankfully, the uniform was able to hide it.

Still..for the first time, she could really feel the weight on her shoulders that came with being part of an organization that would actually try to change the world. But, well. If she was going to dive into this, might as well dive into the deep end. So as soon as she had finished rolling down her sleeve again, she left her shared home. The instructions were simple. Anyone who wished to head to Russia as part of the Vandenreich would need to gather at the gates to the city.

The streets were as bustling as ever as she walked through them, but as she got closer to the gates..things became more dead. Eventually, she saw the small group. Most of them were people who shared the same rank as her. But it seemed that she wouldn't actually stand out as much as she thought. After all, it was difficult to miss someone who stood a full foot taller than her. Of course, while she had tried to figure out who the more important people in the organization were, she didn't have anyone recognized by face. Only name.

She said nothing. What could she say? She was a new recruit, one who had only recently become comfortable enough with leaving her brother alone to actually do any real work for the organization. Instead of making some grand entrance, she slipped into the crowd of 'faceless' soldat. She didn't need to be some widely recognized face. What mattered was that she was here.

She was going to assist in things, even if she ended up being in wildly over her head. It wouldn't be the first time that happened, after all. If she was averse to danger, she never would have gone to Beijing. Never would have gotten the courage to fix herself. She was definitely needing to draw on that courage today.

Many might have anticipated, on this day, that the Sternritter's Grandmaster would naturally make his way to Moscow for this most important of delegations. Even Ninsianna, the man's right hand, had expected as much. But he, per his own words, would not be traveling with them. There were other things which required his attention before he could depart to Russia just yet. And so, in the stead of the Divine Quincy, there was his Secretary. She was dressed sharply, and wore the same plain expression as always. As she approached the Subcaptain, she gave a short nod of greeting, and spoke with her typical flat tone.

"A pleasure, Miss Armstrong. Mr. ast-Auramazda has sent me to inform you that he will be arriving a bit later than he had initially intended, and I am to travel in his place. I will naturally offer you any and all assistance throughout this diplomatic excursion. That, of course, extends to every member of our envoy."

She did not have anything more to say at this moment, instead, simply taking a moment or two to survey her compatriots. They seemed, if not necessarily reliable, to be a sort that she could put her trust in. Of course, her personal stance on all of that was not especially relevant. Mr. ast-Auramazda had placed his trust in them completely, and as such, she would do the same.