Grand Welcome[Stella, Solomon]

Once again, his peers were preparing to wager their lives on the plains of Africa. Truth be told, Solomon sincerely considered the idea of returning to that war-torn battlefield, yet he recognized that his purpose was better served here, overlooking the duties that befit a soldier of the Vandenreich.

Observing the city for any disrepancy, ensuring the safety of civilians, training to better prepare himself for battles ahead - all of these were well within the line of his duty, objectives he would carry out with relative ease. His time to join his comrades would come again.

His faith in all of them was boundless. And besides that, he had already commited himself to assisting Valerie with work behind the scenes, handling the civilian side of the equation, a task far more befitting of his temperment. He was a man of the people, and by that nature alone, he wished to ensure their safety above all else.

At the moment, he's simply striding through the city, assuming the role of spectator as he soaks in the view of the brightly lit city, biding his time until he's off duty. What will he do next? Train? Eat a meal? There were certainly plenty of options to mull over until the promised time.

Turning his head in the direction of the young woman who bumped into him, Solomon was hardly offended by her minor error. If anything, it allowed him to look at his watch for a moment as his duty finally ended at that precise moment. Directing his coworker to take over, Solomon turned back to Stella with a smile, an upraised hand waved to assuage her worry.

"No harm, no foul. It was a minor bump, if that much. That was just the reminder I needed to clock out, so you actually did me a favor, miss. What ended up distracting you? My dashing good looks or the city's bright lights?"

Voicing playful words to eliminate any tension she felt, he took a moment to observe her appearance, his head cocked to the side in
humorous curiosity. She didn't strike him as familiar, but then again, he wouldn't dare proclaim he knew every face in this city.

"New to the City of Lights? You're in luck. I've become well-adapted to the lay of the land here. My name is Solomon. Since I'm off duty, I wouldn't mind showing you around if you're having difficulty navigating the city."

Solomon chuckled softly at the woman's reaction before his gaze surveyed the current area. For a newcomer, he couldn't exactly blame her for being unaccustomed to the hustle and bustle of a place like this. It was a place as active as it was bright, after all. Maintaining a gentle smile, Solomon answered her question with an affirming nod. It was an odd question, to be sure, but certainly nothing he found offense with.

"Correct. I am a Quincy. What about you, miss?"

Solomon cocked an eyebrow in piqued interest, observing the azure lines running along the length of her arm. The physical proof confirmed his answer, eliciting a light chuckle as he decided to display what he was capable of.

"What can I do? Check this out."

His display began with the manifestation of his spirit weapon. Extending a palm forward, electrified particles of reishi danced around his hand until his prized weapon, Keraunos, roared into existence. Allowing the blade to hover in the air around him, controlling it's trajectory with a eletric pulse, Solomon performed his next act, forming platforms of reishi to navigate as he walked through the midair for a moment before shifting the platforms into a makeshift seat, slowly returning to the ground with relative ease.

Most who viewed the spectacle would have clapped or decried the man as a showoff, but since it was for Stella's eyes only, Solomon didn't particularly care about their point of view at the moment. Turning back to her with a confident smile, prideful about his array of talents, he allowed everything around him to disappear within a mattter of minutes.

"As you can see, I'd like to think I'm capable of a lot considering what I've been through. The ability to manipulate reishi. Hirenkyaku. Blut. And lastly, Letz Stil. It's a pleasure to meet you, Stella."

"Correct! That's two in a row. Someone has a perceptive eye. "

Solomon maintained his pleasant expression as he landed on the ground. He wore the Vandenreich name with pride, and although he wasn't exactly sure about his presence and what it brought as a whole, he was equally proud to be a member of the Sternritter.

After all, they were the division taked with fighting on the frontlines, a task that ensured he would be able to protect and defend any and all civilians from danger. Now, he simply needed to develop his abilities further to be of greater use to them as a whole.

"Interested in the Vandenreich, I take it?"