You Must Be From Black World [Charlotte/Helle]

Neither Vandenreich nor the Iramasha Union asked anything of Charlotte since her time as an ambassador. If she had any suspicions, the woman would've figured that Laplace sent her here to get rid of her. Then again, the councilor was an Angel Iramasha, and the two of them were advocating for the same things. So, really, it just seemed like a fortunate circumstance of relative peace and tranquility on Earth, or at least in a state that didn't require much communication between the two organisations.

The downside to this was the sheer level of boredom Charlotte was under. She mediated, focused, and tempered herself as was appropriate of a knight, but the scale of the City of Lights sure did serve to inhibit the actions she could take. At least in the Iramasha Realm, there were means to practice with virtually unlimited space, whether through aether magic or just an actually vast expanse of land. In a way, at least this time was used to temper the control of herself, and small-scale combat. Maybe this was a time to test herself in self-reflection and mindfulness. To strengthen her will.

Thankfully, the Vandenreich had training grounds in the area, albeit small for Charlotte's taste. Outdoors, under the warmth of the sun, as was her preference For the past 14 Earth-hours, the Leonhardt practiced a single downward swing, focusing her aether and filling her body with the presence of the natural Earth. It didn't break her concentration, though to the side she noticed someone watching her.

Since coming to the City of Lights, she felt many eyes on her--maybe in curiosity of an Iramasha, or just to take note of her regimen in training, but Charlotte could recognise who it was in her presence. The aether could tell her just as much.

With one last swing, this one with an ethereal power imbued to it that seemed to rift the space beneath it, Charlotte's session ended. She heaved out a sigh of satisfaction, moved to a nearby bench, and immediately went to cleaning her sword of any sweat and dust that covered it. Though, in the midst of her process, she turned her head up to look in the direction of the person watching her from earlier. It was someone who she never really met before, but... they looked kind of familiar?

What the woman said felt spot on. It was liking looking into a mirror, except a little smaller--but also, a little bigger? Either way, uncanny was the perfect descriptor. Charlotte stood up and offered a short bow, with her left arm crossed on her chess. It was a semi-formal greeting in her parts of the Iramasha Realm, something you might offer to a co-worker, maybe a bit more polite.

"Oh, excuse me."

Charlotte extended her arm out to offer a handshake. From what she understood according to her studies, many cultures on Earth instead greeted one another by shaking hands--an odd practice considering humans could be susceptible to illnesses to easily contracted through hand-contact. It seemed backwards, maybe even a little barbaric, but it was Charlotte's responsibility to try and be understanding and observant of these cultures.

"Probably a mirror? Hahaha, I don't believe we've yet to cross paths before. I am Charlotte Emilia Leonhardt, an ambassador to the Vandenreich for the Iramasha Union. Might I know your name, Miss?"

The Iramasha couldn't help but study the woman's face. So similar in features, maybe sight differences of demeanor, but it was all so subtle. Even their eyes were the same piercing emerald hue, though the effects of aether made Charlotte's incandescent. That, and her eyes innately being a channel directly into her powers. Piercing eyes, for Charlotte, was nearly literal, the essence of the sword translated to it. The sword, and a sense of conviction that bled from her eyesight like a contagion.

While Charlotte's eyes were sharp, Helle's eyes warm, but both pairs carried a sense of discipline with them all the same. Maybe it was just the pair on Helle's chest instead, but Charlotte felt that she was a matured woman. The Leonhardt was young by Iramasha standards, and human maturation periods were different, so even though Charlotte might've been the elder of the two, this sense of "experience" would be justified. But, as far as she could tell through the whispers of the aether, even by human standards, Helle should be just as young in her own society. Yet another detail that made the culture differences all the harder to understand.

"The City of Lights has been very welcoming and accommodating, yes. I get some stares here and there, but I feel no malice in them."

Charlotte was about to leave things at that. Curt and polite. But, she couldn't help but feel that honesty, and the management of expectations here, was important. Not just to fulfill her mission as an ambassador, but infinitely more importantly, because it felt proper to her.

"I get it, though. Iramasha aren't too common on Earth anymore. Because of that, I hope to be a good representative of the Union and give the denizens a good impression, and if there's anything I can do to live up to that, please let me know. I've been here for a decent while already, but to be frank, I feel like there hasn't been many opportunities to fulfill my duties, or to assist the Vandenreich on behalf of the Iramasha Union."

"Fair. Naturally, I'm hoping to change that, with whatever efforts it should take on my own end."

It was a work in progress, which to her own standard's based on an Iramasha sense of time, could take several decades to centuries. She was an impatient person, but that impatience was relative.

Charlotte's eyes lit up to the mention of collaboration and training. Every experience with cooperative training, whether leading or participating, has generally been enjoyable or beneficial. Whether with the Iramasha Union or the Gotei. Surely, doing so with the Vandenreich would find itself in the same vein.

Charlotte forgot herself for a moment and reached out to grab ahold of Helle's hands in appreciation; though, that excitement and physical expression was one of the things that helped her in connecting and forming camaraderie.

"I would be absolutely honoured to take lead in training Vandenreich Sternritters. When would that take place? I'm in all honesty a bit apprehensive, because I'm sure each individual has their own pride, and if they're to be trained by a less experienced and younger, or less skilled person."

This, too, was relative in time. Charlotte was likely older by the year than the majority of Vandenreich members, though maturity was a different subject.

"Well, I'd have to first have an idea of what the varying skill levels are for the Vandenreich. I've watched some of your units training, but I don't know what skill level you'd regard them at. For example, that group right now:"

Charlotte pointed towards what she assumed was a unit of Vandenreich members performing sparring drills. They were split into groups of four, two versus two in bare-handed combat. Though the fundamentals looked decent, by Charlotte's opinion and standard, on a scale of one to ten she would rate them a three. From what she'd seen before, probably on par with the Hakuda of senior students in Shino Academy.

"Before coming here, I was the Vice-Captain of a unit of the Iramasha Guard in the Union: the Flying Bisons Squadron. Beneath me were the Senior Knights, beneath them the Junior Knights. Then, the Apprentice Knights, and aides to the Apprentice Knights who competed for an opportunity to be considered for Knighting courses were the Squires. That group would be on par with my squires."

Charlotte considered this a valuable opportunity, not just for herself but for each organisation. She could give them an idea of what combative forces in the Union were like, and establish an understanding of the Vandenreich's as well.

"If what would help was an instructor that could spar with them, it would be best if I taught people who could find sparring with me be valuable; I probably won't be able to offer much instructive help to those more skilled than myself, but if they were too green to fightimg, I'm afraid my ideas of training could differ too much from the Vandenreich's, and their foundations would be too different for their more advanced training in the future."