A Glass Ceiling or a Dirt One (Giselle / Reida )

The Albedochiffren.
If nothing else she held an admiration for just how thorough things had become in the Vandenreich. As such, she couldn't help but ber a bit more earnest than usual in the smaile painted across her face as she began to near the destination that had been laid out in the summons. She had seen this coming to say the least: A meeting with the woman who, at least as far as she could tell, would be overseeing the little .....chaperone program that would be taking place to ensure her good behavior. She felt some small deranged sense of pride in her chest that such precautions were being put in place on her account. And so, in fact, she could not help but be a little excited to meet this woman!

As she walked she had a gleeful bounce to her step, those slim dark antennae-like wafts of hair above her head bouncing in unison as Giselle reached the door that seemed for all intents and purposes to be where she was supposed to be. Reaching up, she promptly knocked firmly on the door before turning to look over her shoulder and see the mixture of stern and suspicious faces behind her.

Oh right~

She had totally almost forgotten that she was already on escort! Smiling brightly she promptly popped a thumbs-up in the pair's direction. "I think I'm good guys! Good job, you really should get a pay raise yaknow? Hazard pay and all that? Do you guys get like...shift differential? Should totes bring that up with HR." She chimed to them, that incessant warm playfulness doing nothing for their stern watchfulness. Seemed they had been sure not to put anyone inexperienced on her .... flattering! But also much less fun.

Her smile softened and she closed her mouth, leaving her tongue to stick out in a cutesy little blep before she turned her attention back to the door and the meeting that lay ahead of her. She already had a fairly good idea of what to expect. A general recap of what Cyrus had laid out for her, as well as probably some details that he hadn't come up with on the spot.

She didn't care about any of that.

She was FAR more interested in everything ELSE that would be said. The vibe. The garnish around the conversational meal itself. The Vandenreich, for all of the professionalism it posed, seemed MUCH less strict than the one she remembered. Even if she as a sternritter had enjoyed a level of authority above standard rules, she had still had her days as a Soldat, and she could not help the bubbling curiosity that welled up inside of her. One part of her wanted to make a good impression: after all this individual would likely be responsible for micromanaging just how tight her metaphorical leash was. And another part of her, REALLY wanted to see how far she could push them. But sadly, the third portion, her reason, leaned toward the former. She didn't know this vandenreich, she had no idea what they would tolerate, and the last thing she needed was to be locked up when she wasn't on a mission.


And so good behavior was the name of the game.

After all. Even the original Vandenreich had PLENTY of rules placed on her. So long as the Vandenreich had enemies, she was sure to get her opportunities to cut loose. And the better she got along with these people, the more frequent those moments were liable to be, right? RIGHT!

Oh! She raised both brows for just an instant. As a quincy, she had at the very least a sharp spiritual sense, even if it perhaps wasn't something she honed. But instinctively, she sensed the woman infront of her had something she usually only ever felt out in the world of the living when she'd dealt with hollows: Danger. Who would have thought that Cyrus would hire someone so dangerous to so many of his own?~

She let her smile suddenly blare from a calm smile into a joyous grin! "Pleased to meet you! I didn't expect you to be so pretty!Your hair looks great, does it naturally have that color?" Her speech was sudden and rapid, though she paused and straightened after just a moment, that expression turning suddenly coy. "Whoops, sorry. Caught me a little off guard! My name is Giselle Gewelle, pleased to meet you Ma'am. Former Sternritter, back when that was totes a rank rather than a division!" She chimed, pausing for a moment before her attention shifted.

Was that alcohol? Was she a drunk? Why did she just have booze on her right now when on duty? Especially in a situation like this? She also spoke in a relaxed tone. She seemed a lot more lax than Gigi actually expected. There was even a sortof.....difference in how she spoke. An accent? It was hard to tell off one sentence.

She could figure that out later. This woman seemed to be fairly to the point, no reason to beat around the bush then.

"Sooooooooooooo, from what I gather, you're gonna be the one keeping an eye on me. Or like, your division." Eyes darted to the side, briefly glancing in the direction of the ones that had escorted her here. "Do I gotta wear handcuffs? Ask about bathroom breaks? " She asked, voice just as gay and joyous as ever. Ridiculous questions, but still conveying what it was she wanted to know: Just how much freedom would she have?

Giselle’s smile did not waver in the slightest as the tone of the woman before her seemed to harden. Oh my, direct indeed. Giselle’s mind raced for just an instant as she could already imagine the woman casually pulling out a forearm. Oh yes, that definitely seemed like her vibe. But there was something else familiar. Something she couldn’t quite put together.

This woman seemed familiar. Or at least similar. She pushed the thought down, no reason to go spacing out. ”Oh I understand miss! This isn’t the first conversation I’ve had like this. I know the drill, I only use my schrift on the bad guys or absolute self defense of myself or Vandenreich personnel! I’m super happy getting to work in a group again. You wouldn’t believe how boring it gets out there.” she sighed, entire body slumping slightly in exaggerated fatigue.

And then just as quickly those eyes ipened back up to a half lidded state and locked onto Reida’s own. ”But I like you already! Even if you do have that ‘shoot me now’ look on your face. Buuuuut do you have any questions? I know you probably have records from old vandenreich but those are super incomplete. Is there anything you’d like explained about me or my schrift?” She asked. Eyes briefly shifting to the whiskey in the midst of her first comment.

She had her own questions of course, but she would wait her turn on that front.

Giselle's expression shifted, her smile still very much there, and yet she could not help but feel a slow, steady, knife-like mirth crawling across her own throat like something chilling. Ah. Theeeere it was~ She knew it was there. That was the beauty of it all. Giselle didn't HAVE to be insulting to provoke people, and she could FEEL just every bit of her personality grating against this woman's. And yet, that mirth was so much deeper than that.

What she relished was getting underneath the professionalism. She wasn't looking for anger. She was simply waiting to see WHAT kind of woman that Reida was. And she was pleased with what she saw~ Hate. Pain. She could ooooonly wonder the sort of face this woman showed other people. But even more, she noticed something else. The cadence with which this woman spoke to her was......threatening. Sure she had MENTIONED it before, but this sounded....Sincere! She seemed to think that she had something over Giselle.

My my my, the files on her ability WERE incomplete~

But she didn't even bother reacting to that. She wasn't here for a measuring contest.

"That's what you want? Talk about boring. Making someone suffer is the easy part. I mean, I could go into a lot of detail about how I can melt someone down, break them to pieces and only let their nerves heal. Zombies don't die, so it's pretty easy to leave them in a pile of much, and then let their nerves regrow so that all they know is pain. But that's just unproductive. At most, gratuitous." She noted, before that smile became more pronounced again.

"If all you're looking for is suffering, then I guess my answer depends on how many of the subject's loved ones can be located, dead or alive~ Alive is prefferable, but I can still work with corpses." She explained, sounding almost bored as she did. "Parents. Lovers. Children I don't really prefer to work with, but well. Orders, I'm sure you know how that is." She waved a hand. The question about Lying low making her chuckle just a little.

"And yes, I'm pretty capable of lying low. My power doesn't just turn everything around me into a hellhole if I get a papercut. I could bleed all over you and so long as I don't want it to, it wouldn't do a thing~" she chimed. Could she have gone into detail? Most certainly~ But Reida had already side-stepped explanation.

Wow. Well that Cemented that.

In much the very same way that Reida felt she had a handle on Giselle's overconfidence, Gigi herself felt herself digging more and more into the woman. It was actually a little suspicious. This was like....TOO obvious right? People's disgust and assumptions about here were SO easy to exploit. People saw her as her powers, as a monster. And she was fine with that, it was even nice sometimes. But there were things you told, revealed, around a monster that you didn't say to other people. Little things you just......were more careful with. Like talking around your dog. Of course this could also be some sort of bizarre fake out or test. But she really wasn't getting that vibe. The woman was still in some sort of denial after all.

'Make people hurt'. At first she thought that Reida was being more ....upfront. But the moment that the woman started talking about getting info out of people. That was just it. There was absolutely no way that Reida actually wanted that. Knowing what Giselle could do? Knowing what her power was? That was a straight up lie. Giselle didn't NEED to torture people. She could just MAKE them tell her what they knew. And the rare sort of people that her powers DIDN'T let her do that? Usuallly were the type whose willpower or other qualities were too strong or bizarre for torture to work on anyway.

Her torturing someone was a literal waste of time. Unless info wasn't what you were really after. Oh boy, and here she thought that she was just going to have this woman keeping an eye on her as she performed her duties in the Sternritter. But it seemed as if even the holy Vandenreich was still rotten in some parts, but now she was wondering WHICH parts. How interesting. She hadn't even reacted to the woman's words about a game plan, but as Reida began speaking about Giselle being touched in the head, she perked up.

"I suppose so~ Happy to know I'm your dreamboat monster~" She chimed, fluttering her eyelashes at the rotting corpse standing behind the desk. So VERY curious what had fucked the woman up so bad to get to this point~ Oh she couldn't wait to find out.