[BSD-RP] Schatten Bereich
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Before the break of dawn...
In this world two days have passed, but where The Quincy resided safely two whole weeks. He has yet to meet the others. He is in no rush to do so. Before the sun’s rays can grace these tortured and troubled lands, he sits outside of his bed in front of a cross that depicts his GOD. His flat hands pressed together, beads wrapped around with a pendant hanging from it. With his glasses removed, his eyes remained closed, reciting a morning prayer as he always did.
” Thank you, my Lord, for allowing me to awake another day. Give me the strength to walk, the stamina to run, and the will to fight, if I must. Amen.”
Lowering his hands, the very pendant that is shaped like a cross falls within a small bowl of holy water. It remains for just a second before it is pulled back up, dripping remnants of the clear substance back into the bowl. As he unraveled the item from his hands, one hand clenched the pendant, and he pulled his fist towards his lips and kissed the back of his hand before he touched his forehead, his solar plex, and then both sides of his chest. Upon his desk, he sets the item down and begins his morning regimen.
He’d spend only two hours, and within his own pool of sweat are dumbbells, a barbell, and resistance bands for both his arms and legs. A genuine workout routine, something to keep his muscles and old bones from going out on him. Standing by his wardrobe, holding a glass of water in his hand, he proceeds to hydrate, hardly breathing heavily. This only meant that he needed to improve his routine. However, a trivial matter will have to be done another time. Immediately he advances to the shower, cleaning before finally dressing into his natural robes that depict his holy out-look and lifestyle.
His hands against the handle of his own quarters, he’d push the door open and once again he stands inside the realm of The Quincy. The Schatten Bereich. Being here was neither alarming nor exciting, he simply felt right at home. He didn’t bother to sense the presence of his peers, allowing his eyes and ears to do their job, he’d search for them the old fashion way, but still, he walks without haste. Instead, he wished to travel more, to explore this world a little bit more… Eventually, with his custom cane in hand, he’d find himself in The Wahrwelt renamed as The Requiem
During the days he decided to spend here, even as he frequently traveled to the church and back, he made sure to catch up on certain history. Having chosen another life for so long, he had neglected his Quincy studies in the past, while still holding onto the combative arts and training he did when he was younger. With Hollows running amuck, he could not leave such useful talents in the dust. Dimitri only stands there, with his cane at his center, both hands upon its top. He admires through the lenses of his glasses, as he remembers the lives that were lost some two thousand years ago. Brethren, sisters, comrades, whatever the label, he had to consider them family no matter if it is past, present, or future.
So far he has not seen anyone yet, but as he forced himself to use his eyes and ears, he still couldn’t help but allow his spiritual sense to run wild. Attune to his environment. The tiniest of movements become simple to detect. He remains, waiting for anyone to approach.
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Two weeks prior, Jeuno had been subdued by the Quincy Empress in a bout within Karakura. The conflict arose due to a failed attempt at an assassination by the former. Having had his spiritual energy robbed from him, he was rendered unconscious only regaining himself two days later. At first he presented retaliation, but calmed himself when realizing he was unsure of how to leave the realm he was now a part of. He was unable to distinguish if this was a place of opportunity or simply a prison for him. The mercy given to him from Blume was a concept that evaded him. Even if she came out of it unscathed, it was still an attempt at her life. If the same was done to him, he was not sure he could give such a liberty.
The remainder of his time over the past few weeks had been spent making use of any information he could find in relation to Quincy and their history that may not have been available to him before. The execution of the Shadow technique sparked this curiosity for that was something that was completely foreign to him. He had no real interest in exploring the location but instead just expanding his knowledge. Whether he decided to pursue the death of Blume or align himself with their cause, further information was an absolutely powerful tool to have.
Jeuno's stay had been a simple cycle of research, exercise, and tinkering with a device that he had hidden within his sleeve. He was aware of others making their way through the base but made absolutely no effort to reach out to them. As far as he knew, they were all a potential threat. Even if Blume had expressed mercy, loyalists may not be as kind. He did wonder how he had not seen her in the entirety of this time. Had she brought him here? Or had someone else?
The Machinist rested his body against the end of his bed, snapping a book shut before him, the last of which he had access to. He stared blankly at the brown tome within his grasp, gliding a finger along its spine. His mind was in a whirlwind. Caught between that which he had learned, as well as what he desired to do next. The resolve he had over the years had been spent desiring to make a statement by eliminating the woman who spared him but he also lived within an unfortunate level of solitude. He had no relationships with other Quincy nor even the humans that walked the streets outside of his manor. Jeuno's grasp on the book tightened at frustration coursed through him. This was an opportunity to be alongside his own kind and step out of the self-inflicted loneliness but also meant he'd have to put to rest his vendetta. He knew that it was born of misdirected anger but it was what he knew. Shedding it meant losing years of his life to pointless efforts. Or was it already wasted? Afterall he lost... And was sitting in a foreign space with all the time to sit within the presence of his failure.
The brown haired male brought both hands towards his face and gave both of his cheeks a steady slap simultaneously. Shake it off. Breaking down was not going to solve anything. He chucked the tome off to the side while looking forward with an expression of determination. Taking to his feet and subsequently stretching. Jeuno decided it was time to explore that where he resided. He stashed the small piece of technology that he had been messing with inside of his jacket and headed for the door. His hand reached for the handle but stopped the moment it made contact. Was there any risk to this? He had left the room before but followed a simple course. There was the possibility that he'd wander somewhere that he was unauthorized to be and would then be met with conflict. Sucking up any uncertainty that grasped him, he moved outward from the room. He closed the door and looked about, only being met with a rather vacant and lengthy corridor.
Onward. Jeuno traveled through the halls alternating between examining the area and simply watching his feet move before him. His step was incredibly rhythmic, their pacing as steady as a metronome. Patterns were drilled into him by his late father and they had become second nature. Without spending a single thought such things transpired. Though since that faithful night in which he murdered his parents, those very patterns had come to match the sound of the clock that was present in his father's office. His nerves often brought about the need to match that very timekeeper's rhythm. Connecting his mind to a time in which all the noise in his head stopped and clarity came to be. Jeuno's stride came to a halt when he spotted an older looking man idling out in the open space.
"H-Hello."
The Machinist cleared his throat after his greeting. It had been days since he had spoke and a hoarseness had taken his throat.
"Where can I find space to practice?"
He skipped any formalities in his interaction, not really expecting to have a long-term conversation with the other man. Although he made no reason for any confrontation, Jeuno stood prepared to be met with violence from this stranger. Having no intel on those in the Empress's employ meant he was truly going into this situation blind. A foreign space, foreign people, and even foreign thoughts that lingered in his mind.
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Alas, the elderly male is joined by another. Extended a hesitated greeting, one that likely provoked a sense of a timid and shy nature of the boy, but with the shift of Dimitri’s eyes, locking onto the twin orbs that belong to this young man, he did not see such a thing. He saw tragedy, pain, anger, discomfort, all of these things that would describe someone who is troubled. Perhaps he knew how to hide these things well. Perhaps this young man has grown accustomed to this life he lived. One thing came to Dimitri in the form of a question. Why did Blume have such a being here? Is he meant to be a prisoner, yet allowed to roam with no way home? Or is he just like him, a recruit? Dimitri would assume the latter, figuring this young man to be such.
The elderly man turned to face him, the young man wandering about training, and this reminded Dimitri of his new power, something he needed to adjust to, figure out. Perhaps he was given a new power himself. Unfortunately, Dimitri knew of no training hall at the moment, and there seemed to be no one available that could help either of the two.
“ I know no place for you, or rather us to begin our training. Perhaps Blume has left it up to us to find a suitable area. However, I am quite positive there is an unknown force watching over us.”
Dimitri took the liberty to look around the current area, searching for a landscape that is both barren and free of any structure, but he finds no area with a decently sizable space for combat or practice. However, Dimitri would turn away from the young man and begin walking in the opposite direction. Just where was he going? Before the young man could follow after him-
“ Wait here, we will just have to make due here.”
A mere 15 to 20 feet away from the young man, he’d eventually turn back around with his cane to his front and both hands upon the top. He’d assume no stance, release no spiritual power of any amount, but the young man would be allowed to let loose, to raise his spiritual energy to the ultimate height and unleash his letter as he sees fit. What power could he conjure? What abilities has he learned? The young man would likely wonder these things about Dimitri as he would about him. However, there was possibly a difference in experience here. One who stands with years beneath his belt and possibly another who had only just grown into what it means to truly be a Quincy.
Dimitri will not underestimate the boy, however. Learning from past experiences, unknowing of one true potential until battle commenced and ended. What assumptions will he make towards Dimitri? Will he take note of the cane, and his elderly appearance, deduce that he would be unable to keep up with such a young buck such as himself? Perhaps this will be the case, it has been a while since Dimitri has seen true battle, and even more so, against another of his kind.
“ Alright! I am ready when you are, youngin!”
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The elder brought his attention to Jeuno, sparking a bit of tension in his body. Obviously he had initiated a response from the other but the possibility of physical retaliation still clawed at him. The man had bestowed upon him a look that felt almost as if he was examining him. That is to say deeper that what would be physically apparent.
"I know no place for you, or rather us to begin our training. Perhaps Blume has left it up to us to find a suitable area. However, I am quite positive there is an unknown force watching over us."
His words were not something of an inherently hostile nature. Was this a farce? Or was his assumption of the people that could walk these halls wrong? Wait. Us? Jeuno questioned over that for a second before processing the latter portion of the man's statement. He wanted to spar with him? At first he would take that as some weird request from the Empress but the uncertainty in if in his voice left the chances lower.
"An unknown force?"
The unknown individual made some short work to try and find something suitable. Should he aid him or was it better for him to just stay where he was and let he who likely spent more time here to do so instead? Just as he was about to do the former.
“ Wait here, we will just have to make due here.”
Fair enough. The Machinist remained. Jeuno maintained a lock on the other as he wandered about trying to locate any space other than the corridors where they were. In the end, the walls around them had defeated him. There was no such a place or at least not within their current reach. The elder's return didn't seem to deter him from the subtly proposed battle.
“ “Alright! I am ready when you are, youngin!”
Despite the announcement, the older male did not seemingly make an effort to prepare. Was he that confident in his capabilities? Jeuno closed his eyes for a moment as he limbered up where he stood. Jumping about while shaking his appendages, banishing any negative effects of his relative inactivity over the past two weeks. His Reiatsu began to flow and quickly spike, something accompanied by his eyes snapping open. As it built, it oddly began to start to taper off. In fact the very presence of Jeuno had become harder to discern. It was if some kind of shroud had begun to take hold. This was not something as simple as a mastery of honing their spiritual power.
No transition was made between his limbering up, instead the moment his feet touched the ground after a jump his form dispersed from where it was. Jeuno made use of his Nachtauslöser (夜引き金, Yoru Hikigane, Night Trigger) technique. An ability that allowed him to only partially conjure a spirit weapon before launching arrows with a pace that could be compared to a machine gun. He resurfaced from his execution of Hirenkyaku a few feet behind his opposition, releasing a set of two shots from that position. Though vanishing yet again and mimicking that same pattern in several other locations around his mark. The places for which the projectiles had been released varied greatly. Some were from a position on the ground, others from standing upon walls or even the ceiling. Jeuno came to a halt a few meters out still having no spirit weapon conjured, even the Reishi that previously gathered on the tops of his hands had ceased to be.
The overall tight quarters of the corridor was actually something familiar to him. In his training within the hidden grounds beneath the Krieger estate, the environment was a mix of combative spaces. Ranging from wide open rooms to the smallest hallways. His family had developed such a place to prepare their children to be able to adapt to any battlefield. Especially the urban environment of the cities they would reside. They'd be damned if one of their own would perish simply because of an alleyway. Jeuno was the most nimble and flexible of his lineage, making enclosed areas easy to traverse. It also helped to have created one particular technique. A skill that had a specific function but held flexible applications.