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Subject Post 2Subject: Re: Migration [Quincy Arc Part I] 10/10/2016, 19:09
In the mass swarm of bodies that flooded the area around the voice that projected out for hundreds of yards, stood a woman wearing a white cloak. The rim of the hood would be finished with the fur of a polar bear that she had slain herself some time ago. The hood draped over the woman's head, shielding her visage with a deep shadow. The curvature of her body was all but concealed within the cloak, the large bust of the woman seemed to stretch the cloak to its limits. People gathered around rapidly, bumping and pushing her from their way. Though they'd be in no real hurry it was just the mass of them all that seemed brutal and repetitive. She'd remain calm in all this calamity as tracks were imprinted in the snow-ridden gravel, flakes of snow touching each warming body making them dissipate with their contact.
It was not only the visual presence that was seemingly hidden with some flashy shadows and a proper garb, but also her spiritual pressure. The cloak was marked with an invisible ink that derived from traditional Quincy origins that were used to hide their people during the first Quincy war long ago. She had gone to great lengths to find the power and ingredients needed to create such a thing. The garb would only hold back so much, however, thus she'd press her powers to their lowest form in order perfect her seemingly nonexistent power.
The words of the woman spoke bounced upon the inner confines of cloaked figure's mind. She had been watching and following the woman for some amount of time now. Learning how she lived, how she spent her free time, the people she met with on a frequent basis. Everything, she made sure that the proper research was done on the woman and the organization that she represented not letting a single moment fall beneath her. She memorized words that were spoken and dwelled on them to find their true meaning and the emotions that would lead her to say such things. However, it was at this moment that the woman wished to make her presence known.
The words that were spoken, deriving from the kind acts of a sweet child and a true look at the people of her land. The leader's words would radiate with an extreme amount of truth and commitment to what she had said and it could only be summarized as commendable by the cloaked figure. A smirk that would remain hidden in the shadow cast from her hood would crack her face as a small inaudible chuckle would emit from it.
"What have we done to show that we aren't weak?" A loud shift of the crowd's attention would break the silence after Niflheim's speech, their gaze set upon the white-clad figure. Her body would be slightly turned from the direct gaze of the woman, though her words would be clear as she bellowed out her words. Cased in a certain amount of sternness, she'd not let her words falter or hesitate. They'd flow crisp and uninterrupted.
Throwing out an open hand she'd pivot her body around as she'd return to her original position she'd continue on with what she had to say. "These are the men and women that have fought so valiantly to protect what was ours. Yet not all of them stand, some of them lie on the ground and in our hearts. Only to be thoughts of something we once had: Freedom. Yet, here we are, fleeing our problems once more!" She'd stop, the crowd beginning to shift a few steps away from her. Did they fear their leader's reaction to her words? "We have made a mockery of our mothers' and fathers' names! We have insulted each and everybody that lay beneath these lands! We have given up hope on fighting to claim what was once ours: Freedom." She'd pause once more shifting around to look at those around her, they'd not meet her gaze to them. "Your people cower away from a simple hooded figure? Is it because to them I am an unknown because they can't sense who I am they should be cautious? Is this the kind of future that we have provided ourselves to live with? Have you all forgotten what it was like to not be afraid when something different came into your lives? When something new came and brought hope to you?" Her words echoed throughout the area, a small chuckle escaped her. "Of course you have! We've seen nothing but failure for hundreds of years! We've been abandoned, forgotten, pushed to the sides..." Her arms waved in gestures to her words, though she'd come to an abrupt halt in her speech.
The crowd would begin to shift and talk among one another in speculation to what had been said, things were seeming to go according to plan. She'd release her reiatsu slightly, enough to illuminate her eyes with a blue and purple aura that drifted from the black abyss within the hood. She'd turn her body looking to the crowd around her once more before letting out another small chuckle and ripping her hand behind her, her body following suit immediately. The hand would be pointed to the focal point of this message. "Then who says she doesn't do the same? Are we going to continue to follow orders from those that have left us broken and wounded, or do we forget the hierarchy and work as a unit no matter who leads us? We've become cattle to this farm and only go where and when they tell us. Well, it's time. Time for a new beginning, time for everyone to show their worth to our kind as we can no longer rely on the leadership of one being. Each soul needs to be accounted for their actions and make sure that they are doing everything in their power to bring glory and honor back to us. Don't wait for an order, act out of instinct, act on a worthy opportunity. Take your small victories until they grow into something large, something more than we could ever expect. This is the pride of our people! This is the will of the free, and this is the power of the Quincy!" Her body would rise and fall with each heavy breath she took as the blue and purple eyes glowed toward the direction of the woman at the edge of the crowd. "Why do we follow you?"
Subject Post 4Subject: Re: Migration [Quincy Arc Part I] 11/10/2016, 08:32
When the woman would approach the figure would turn her back to Niflheim, she'd remain not ready to display her true for just yet. Though the flowing aura that bled from her eyes would continue to flow its majestic route, her face still tattered by the shadows provided with her cloak. There was good reason that she chose to hide her identity all this time. While it wouldn't be clear or apparent to any that resided near her she reeked of a hollow essence. The smell, the taste, the very essence of her being was tainted with that of a hollow's lineage. It was shameful to some, but she wore it with pride.
In all honesty, it had saved her life in many occasions and was more to thank that of any leader that the Vandenreich had ever crowned. However, she hid this essence that was in her, this tainted smell of reiatsu, as the Quincy were very partial to their beliefs. It wasn't every day that someone of her nature would be accepted by a traditional Quincy, though if she wished to see her people raise again she would require the assistance of their leader. She'd have to think of some way that she could sway this woman to not only accepting the Quincy but the people that shared the same shameful fate that she did. Her previous words were just a simple draw of attention, something to get the Queen to an arms reach of her. Not that she needed her to be so close, but she wished to meet with the woman in a private manner. When she would accomplish this she would inform the woman of what had happened to her Quincy body and how it had become tainted and explain that there were others that were like her and seek an opinion on what she would do in order to ensure their safety as what was done with the Quincy.
She had come to know the woman as a very kind and loving being, something that wasn't very common for the traditional Quincy. They seemed to all grow bitter over the long period of time that they were alive, however, Niflheim was an exception to this pedigree. She showcased acts of true tranquility and requiem with the people, and this led to shock and awe of the woman as she would witness these kind acts. She could tell that this woman was different, but that didn't mean that the cloaked figure could just present herself in her current state. As kind and loving as the woman seemed she could not lay her trust in these actions and just fall vulnerable to an entire horde of Quincy that had different beliefs. She could see it now, their judging gazes and looks putrid as they would spit in front of the path she'd walk on. She wouldn't be able to take such a thing, not without making a violent scene and example out of them on multiple occasions until they learned their lesson. That wasn't what she wanted anyway. No, she wished to be treated as an equal, not a monster. Despite that being what she was, even to herself, she had always come to see herself as a monster in a Quincy's body. At times she was disgraced by her own thoughts as she spent time alone and away from others, when she fought in battles she felt as though using the Hollow's abilities were dirty tricks that a Quincy shouldn't utilize. Yet, she still did. And it would bring her great shame that she would learn was useless as she had always been in control. She had never fallen weak to the power of the hollow and if she was given the chance she would take it upon herself to train others that were like her by choice or not in order to create a new age for the people she loved so. Even if they didn't accept her, she would fight for them and put her life on the line for them. As without the people that were here today and those that fought yesterday, she would not exist.
Niflheim's words would result in the figure to do nothing but smirk. She was impressed, even when her resolve was tested and her people seemed to turn their thoughts against she still was able to put on a clear display of courage and hope to turn the tides of the crowd. She was definitely more admirable than the last and likely to be more accepting of what it was that she was after this whole time. She just wished for equality amongst their people, with that they would be able to better stabilize their numbers and even convert people that could accept this to be their own fate. It would take a lot of courage for them to such, but she could see the two becoming allies being a very profitable thing for the race as an entirety.
With her back still turned to Niflheim, she'd wait for the woman to seize her speech. "You're a rather elegant being, I must say..." A pause would sit between the two for a matter of a few seconds. She didn't mean for this to be a term to be taken in any sort of sexual pass or anything of that extent. She simply wished to compliment the woman on not only her physical stature, being, posture, and composition, but also how elegant of a "human" she was. She displayed a great variety of human tendencies, things that got a lot of humans killed. Things like hope and faith. Though she would stand by them with high intentions that they would solve her problems. The hooded figure couldn't stand to blame her, though. It was hope that had brought her here, after all. A hope for a better future. Then it would be faith that kept her here. So these words weren't meant to be sent as an insult, but only to glorify something that was clearly already established and set as a reminder to the woman in a respectful manner. "Yes. Extremely elegant." She'd reiterate, making the intentions of her words seem a bit skewed here. "I cannot see a better leader to change the tide of this nation than that of yourself. I've studied you from a far from a long time now, and you may not know who I am, but I surely know a lot about you. You see, I just wished to see how you would react when someone tested your will and it would come to show that your resolve greatly outshines that of any other leader we have had.... It's clear as day, really." Her words seemed to drift and linger as she spoke, a sense of honestly beckoned in her tone. "However, I have matters to discuss with you in a more private platform. Fear not, I am no enemy. I am just someone that is overly observant and overly concerned for my people's future... our people's future." She'd correct herself rather promptly. "While this may all have been done in rather odd terms, I'd like it if there would be a place that only you and I could stay. No guards at the door, nobody... for a good mile or so. I repeat, I am no enemy. Though, I do not wish to become one either. I understand if you wish to deny this, but I will say that it will do nothing but benefit your cause in the long run. Surely you're a rather understanding being to reason with my terms in some way?"
Subject Post 6Subject: Re: Migration [Quincy Arc Part I] 12/10/2016, 16:06
It was clear that there was some hint of uncertainty for a moment, the brow of the Queen furrowing at the cloaked figures words would leave her to believe nothing but. Yet, it wouldn't last long, which brought a bit of reassurance back into play for the cloaked woman. It wasn't to say that she was worried or anything of the sort. No, she knew the way that things would play out for this little encounter here, however, a small slip up with the way things were meant to be played out would possibly lead to the demise of herself and her people. So it was only right to fear for her life and those that relied on the outcome of this event. Fear of death meant motivation, and with the proper amount of motivation, she felt as though this would be a walk in the park compared to some of her previous ventures. As for right now, she felt limitless in her powers. The words that she had fed out to the woman previously fed to her own ego as they were well received by such a renown figure as the woman before her. It was almost unbelievable. In all of her time alive, as a young person, she would have never believed that she would have gotten this far to have led a group of people as she had. Which was something that was taken rather than earned. She knew the responsibilities of doing such, as well and she would not dwell on them to be considered mistakes. No, she would let her small failures be carved into a masterpiece and learn to perfect her craft in leading others. Yes, she would do whatever she could to protect those that relied on her to do such, even if it meant falling a bit out of character and out of line as she just had. Speaking out like that during a dignitary's speech would have gotten her slaughtered had she not been careful. It was this that led her to proceed with caution as the two would carry on with the transfer of words. The Queen could only take so much of the way she spoke, even the other terms. While she knew a good bit of the Queen, she had never seen her act in a political matter. One as abstract as this would only tilt things a little more skewed than normal, too.
Though as all this strange phenomena and series of events started to take place and unfold before the figures eyes, she was only but at a loss for words. She could only imagine what this woman was fully capable of. It took her little to no effort to provide a protective barrier for her people. It could only be thought by the mysterious entity that things were about to turn ugly as she couldn't seem to find the need to border off the men and women that surrounded them. This slight unease and disposition that she felt with the protective barrier being placed around them could only lead Misa to raise her guard slightly, not becoming vulnerable to any sort of attack that might be cast on her. She'd tense herself up as the woman spoke to those she just shut off, she could only see this to be a front for her actions that were to come next. Though as her words would come to an end and she would step forward, the figure would come to find herself at a bit of ease. A small exhale of comfort resonated, breaking her pressed lips. It would be no longer than fractions of a second later that she would be sent the small statement before they left in what looked like a warped pass through time. Though it wouldn't be. It would only be the initial launch to their destination that would send everything into a point behind them as they sped off at Mach speeds.
The sudden halt would whip her body, not anticipating to stop so soon. Her breathing grew heavy as she draped her arms out before her and bent her back in exhaustion. Sure, she hadn't done anything, but she had let her guard down in a sense of comfort and in return, she was frightened nearly to death. If only her face could be seen at this point, it would have been a sight worth seeing, that was for sure. The sudden blizzard would draw her attention and bring her up slightly from her bent position. It'd bring her body to twist and turn as she looked around, there was no way out of this storm, and it seemed to be that they resided in the eye of it all. The power of the woman continued to impress, not leaving a dull moment in their engagement thus far.
She'd look back to the woman who had taken a seat and wished to carry on with matters. She'd direct her eyes to the seat that was summoned just behind the woman. Though before they began she wished to make it clear as to who she was. She couldn't imagine continuing to conceal her identity to the woman and carry on asking for things and trying to be political or anything of that sort without doing such first. Thus, she'd reach just below her neck and unzip and undo the fastenings that trailed to the bottom. This wouldn't require her to press it all the way down, however, as once she made one swift motion downward the handle would glow a vibrant blue and continue on down on its own. As this was done her arms would come to the side as the hood revealed her face and the rest of the cloak dissipated into a reishi that swirled about and then fell back into the palm of her hand as she moved it before her and grasped it. Dressed in her usual garb of short jean shorts and a black and gold jacket with a small shirt that cut just above her naval she sat down in a rather lackadaisical manner, propping her hand as her elbow held support. Not a sense of discomfort within the cold as she used her reishi to keep her warm. The tainted reiatsu would send an odd taste into the air, something that the Queen would likely pick up on immediately.
Instead of words, she would just wait and see a reaction to this unknown breach in their pure Quincy brand. The Hohl Arqueros weren't as widely known as most and it was unlikely for someone such as Niflheim to be knowledgeable of them, but she had seen stranger things happen. Misa would then carry on to flip her hand out as though she was saying "ta-da" with a facial expression to match it.
Subject Post 8Subject: Re: Migration [Quincy Arc Part I] 13/10/2016, 21:24
A brow would raise as she'd wait for her inevitable death with a nonchalant manner. She slumped in the chair that was created for her and really didn't mind too entirely much about dying right here and now. The amount of ridicule that she had received from the Quincy race, her mother, in particular, was one that she didn't believe would ever fade with time. She knew that it was the easy way out, accepting her demise to the hand of the Queen. Sure, she wouldn't end up helping her people, but at least she would go out by the hand of the purest Quincy that walked this land. However, this wouldn't be the case. Much to her surprise, the woman wouldn't act at all. She'd have some sort of visual retort upon her visage and a change in her eye color, which didn't really seem to click with Misa immediately. Nonetheless, it seemed as though she would be safe for the time being.
The light swat that Niflheim has inflicted onto herself would raise Misa's head from her hand and lead her to straighten her posture. It seemed as though she had dealt some sort of mental damage to the woman. As though she had caused the Queen to think about the scent of her essence more than she had originally though. In the end, however, she would come to a smile which would lead Misa to a sigh of relief, her head and body sinking with the frame of the chair once more. When Niflheim would speak, it would bring a questionable hum to resonate from the lips of Misa. Her brow would arch once more. She wasn't entirely sure as for how this wasn't a serious matter, but perhaps that was just her way of saying that there was no issue to be with it at this moment. She figured she'd have more questions to ask with the matter, or that she'd immediately flurry into some sort of recruitment speech over the matter. Although, this wasn't the case. Instead, her words would trail forward to be honest and sincere, as they always seemed to be. A respectable thing that Misa had learned about this woman in her days of trailing her.
While the words weren't meant the way that Misa took them, a small look of disgust would fall on her face as head jolted back. She didn't wish for any sort of guidance, she wished for an alliance. With the ties of their people, they would be able to strengthen the Vandenreich, bringing them a sense of understanding to Hohl life. With this, they would also be able to unify the two races and build bridges between their differences. This would be the foreground to a new era for the Quincy. They would be brought to allegiance with the race they hated so, the Hollows. With that, they would be able to focus solely on Earth's greater problems as Misa had a feeling that much of the Hollow and Arrancar animosity toward the Vandenreich and Quincy would fall at this alliance. She was sure that with the merge between the two races they would also likely find new enemies, as well. It was something that she was fully prepared for. With all of this in mind, she would speak to the Queen's words with a crisp tone. She wished to speak with sternness to bring along the importance of what she was saying. "No, we wish not for guidance. That's futile. I wish for an alliance between the two races. The ability to read and judge to tell whether a Hollow or Arrancar is one of us or not. We go by the term, 'Hohl Arquero' we come in the shape of both Quincy and Hollow. However, even as a Hollow our bloodline still lives on within them. The Hohl Arquero have held animosity upon one another for a long time, but with recent times I have come to reach an agreement between the two different lines, bringing us to a time of peace. While we are different in many ways, we still share the same name and have both Quincy and Hollow blood running through our veins. We are corrupted and typically not accepted by those that fall outside of our Race. The Hohl Arquero that resides within Los Noches is often slaughtered in retaliation to their acceptance of a Quincy power. This is something I cannot stand for. It's the reason that I have come to you today. As I wish for the Quincy to not share a similar and miserable fate." She'd press her palms into the arms of the chair and bring herself erect. She'd pace back and forth as she spoke.
"The way my race was brought into this world was all a mistake, similar to that of the masked Shinigami you have probably seen before. It is an agreement or disagreement between two souls that is so large that they are able to exist within the same being. It's rather poetic, in a way. I don't ask you to understand any of this, I just ask that it is accepted and it becomes a normality within the Quincy race. For one to exist with their greatest enemy takes a true amount of courage and can lead to the discovery of true strength in their power to work together. This strength has led many of my people to their death." Her tracks would stop as she would gaze to the woman, a chilling effect would come upon the Queen. It was unlike Misa to be like this, but the matter held a lot of weight, and with that, she wished to hold this to be as serious as she could. It was her inexperience in such that made her seem as though she was being intimidating rather than just stern with her words. "This is where you would come in. With your training facilities and your more abled members at training, our families can learn from one another. My people can learn to control their power and learn to live among humans and Quincy, while yours can learn about this infinite race and even possible accept it to be their own fate if they wished. Through this alliance, we can bring a sense of unity and prosperity to our people. It will take some time for both parties to accept this. However, I believe that with this great things can be achieved..."
Subject Post 10Subject: Re: Migration [Quincy Arc Part I] 14/10/2016, 06:49
It seemed as though a display of power was to be forced into this. While Misa had hoped that she could go without displaying her corrupted spiritual power to the entirety of the Quincy race, she was left with no other choice. She'd dwell on whether or not this upcoming action of hers would be too rash or if it was even worth it. While the woman that was before her was considered strong, it was clear that with the compilation of her two spirits that she would be able to easily outdo her if things were to ever grow out of hand. She had the left field advantage, the element of surprise. She always held this in battle, as her race was not one that was well known. It was a fight against the unknown, sure there was some sort of base knowledge of the Quincy race, and the same could be said for that of the Hollow race. This didn't change the fact that no matter what fight she was in it was two versus one, and her Hollow powers were able to make the odds much more in her favor against your typical Quincy. This wasn't to say that she thought this woman that stood before her was your "typical" Quincy, but she was a Quincy nonetheless. One without knowledge of her race, if she so chose to make this power apparent in this situation it was likely that she would be giving up the one ace card that she held in her hand. The element of surprise would no longer be in existence and she would draw a large amount of attention to the conversation that was being held between the two. This display of power would be the first building block to this race's alliance, and it would display the trust and admiration that was held for the woman that sat before her.
This willingness to at least see the power could only lead her to realize that she was at least interested in helping them. That she had no plans of committing a wrongful offense toward Misa. This was good, this was progress. However, it wasn't the progress that she wished to have. This may have been ignorant of her to think, but she thought that she could simply ask for a helping hand one would be extended. While the woman did lay her hand out for some sort of term in agreement to what was being said, the current conditions of the agreement weren't as black and white as Misa wished for them to be. This made her reluctant in grasping the hand that was extended to her, but she would do so anyway. Taking a few steps forward, she'd reach out and firmly grasp the hand. When she did so, her free hand would come up to her face. Particles of her golden spiritual energy tainted by the purple hue that reeked of corruption outlined it. The energy would circulate around her hand and then form upon her face into a solid white mask, her hair would shift to a golden color and when her eyes would open they'd match this golden hue that was brought upon her hair. The slits that were her pupils would dilate and configure to the proper size for the amount of light within the area before locking onto Niflheim. Once all of this was done and complete a mass amount of spiritual pressure would be released in the area. The force of this reiatsu held enough power to completely corrode the blizzard-like barrier that surrounded them, it was a trying task to keep the reiatsu from being released while the mask was donned, and this would be the reason she wished not to expose this state.
When she would speak her voice would conjoin by that of another tone, the two working harmoniously to produce the same sound. She had at least come to be able to control this much of her power, as the hollow that she formed with was a friend that she had protected against hateful acts from her mother. This hollow was also sent as a guardian angel by none other than the Former Tricera Espada, Tia Harribel. Thus, when the two would become one, she would easily be able to harness the powers of the hollow without any sort of retaliation. It made her a perfect contender to lead the race, however, she remained unknown to the inner struggles a normal Hohl Arquero would hold. It was as though she was of royalty while the others were of poverty and she would inherit her role rather than earn it. This was a moot point, however, but it was still one worth mentioning and keeping in mind as she continued on with her words. "I'm aware of the scrutiny that will come upon my people as well as yours. There will surely be turmoil between our races, but if we do not act on this now the weak will become nonexistent." She would mention this in a hint to the two races going to war with one another, it wasn't something that she wished. It was only something that she could see happening. Being a Quincy that wasn't of pure blood was already a no-no in their society, being a pureblood Quincy that had accepted the power of their greatest enemy could only be seen as something worse. It was this that would lead her to believe that such things would happen whether they joined or not there would be some sort of animosity. She would continue to hold her hand in hers as the reiatsu bellowed out around them, digging an enormous hole into the snow that blanketed upon the ground.
"It is the leadership that we hold with one another and the loyalty that our people have in us that will lead them away from this. Setting the example for our own relationship will bring prosperity to this land and any future land we hold. I wish to serve as your right hand, anything you do should be done with me at your side. With this, I can give you political and military advice with what should be done or how things should be handled with certain matters. As that is what this is, a political matter. With politics comes war and with war comes a proper mindset to direct such patterns. I believe myself to be a strategist of sorts, with that I can aid you in those manners. Not only this, but I will never join in a battle that I cannot win for myself and will fight alongside these men and women. Who they are or what they make no difference to me. All that matters is that we all exist for the same righteous goal: the reclamation of what was once ours." Her words would seize and the mask would flow from her in the same particle effect that it had before. As it would do so she would release the woman's hand and drape her right arm diagonally across her chest, her fist balled before her heart. She'd come to one knee and bow her head. This would be the last the people could see them if they were to see as the blizzard would pick up its pace once more and flurry around them as it did earlier. "Let me serve you. I give you my respect, my honor, my body, my minds... and my people."