Desert Sun

Ghislain could understand the confusion; what brought him here? A Quincy of all creatures out in a desert. The answer was less exciting and mysterious but did have a tale behind it. "No need for an apology; your sister is fantastic as she is. To answer your question, I have a keen interest in archeological sites. My interest does extend to abandon villages or things like that." He said, nodding as a smile formed across his lips. Ghislain adored studying everything he could. His hunger for older culture came from being older.

Treasures from his period were rare in this day and age. "I also like looking to find pieces of culture tied to my people. But also, I am over five thousand years old. Some of these places I visit or come to were drastically different upon my last visit." Ghislain said, admitting that the changes in the time were there. He couldn't stop the time, and it was a fluent terror that destroyed or preserved as intended. Nozomi, Yhwach, and other names left marks on history. They went to many different places and left a mark.

Sometimes he would go places and see if that mark remained. Other times were locations his wife and he visited. Though she was long since dead, they brought fond memories. So his reasoning wasn't just for some data hunt or something like that. It was very complicated and even convoluted if one thought about it. Relics of the past often did survive well in this region.

Deserts in Egypt had done a fine job of keeping many artifacts in excellent condition.

Ghislain's gaze watched the girl boast proudly for her compliment. If only it were that easy to please everyone. The world would have been a much simpler and more manageable place. His digits played along the edges of the round locket he wore. By contrast, her sister seemed to understand. Ghislain was ancient by most standards, not even just Quincy. He was a survivor of a period that died off so long ago.

"I suppose it is; memories can be a curse or a blessing. " He said, considering his memories carefully for a moment. One stuck out, one time period more than any other. It wasn't the days when Yhwach ruled them or Nozomi's lessons. Nor was it the time their people were genocide happened. It was 90 years spent with his wife. The others weren't as meaningful or beloved as those.

"The Quincy, my people are a complicated race in some ways. They bring about their ruin by reaching for the sun with wax wings." A human tale indeed, but Icarus shared much in common with Quincy in Ghislain's mind as he'd grown older. They picked fights and held such foolish beliefs. Pride and arrogance were a downfall they'd suffered. Yhwach was evidence of it, and the man proclaimed himself a god.

"Walking through ruins of what once was a culture I knew, it is a strange feeling. I suppose it's akin to going home and seeing your home knocked down or changed. I can only hope the current leadership does nothing rashly. " Ghislain said with some concern, Niflheim he trusted this new person he didn't even know.

"Nay, your sister nor you owe any such apologies. In some sense, I suppose my curse is to wander and watch my people; I suppose she would want that."

A topic of interest had come up, the balance and what it was. But also the name Sosuke Aizen, Ghislain was familiar with him. One didn't live as long as he and not know it. "In our culture, there is an Emperor, one who rules the Quincy species generally. There were three of them in all Yhwach, Hulderic Hylham, finally myself. " Ghislain said, thinking of the names as rattling his eyes narrowing a bit. "Selection isn't by choice of the one given it, you are chosen, and upon the death of the previous, you become Emperor." Ghislain had no desire to be the Emperor.


It was a role forced on him by Hulderic and his whims. If anything, the last Emperor before him had been worse. He wished to have the Quincy side with Mana and Shadow Fall. He sighed, releasing a breath from his lips, before smiling faintly. "Regardless of it being the end of our species or not, as the one who ended the Emperor's line. My job is to preserve our history as best as possible. I know everything Hulderic and Yhwach did for their entire lives. Their memories were given to me as part of the..transfer."


The subject of Sosuke Aizen was a difficult one to brooch. He could have stepped in as well and done something. But Ghislain chose not to, believing that wasn't the place of he or his peers. "Sosuke Aizen, between him, Shadow Fall, and the people who've claimed to be Emperors or rulers of Hollows. I am not equipped with enough knowledge or experience to know why." He said, shrugging his shoulders at the notion. Ghislain envied the Hollow's freedom in a way.

"I've watched people butcher our races for the sake of this so-called balance for so long. Another balance seems to infect this world as well. Have you ever noticed that all the battles take place on Earth?" The wars between these supernatural beings have been fought here. The times it didn't were few and far between for his liking.


"That is a solution; you do have Zanpakuto, which allows you to perform the art in theory. Sadly my people cannot maintain balance. When we destroy something, it is gone. Nothing remains of the soul, and it is for that reason I've abstained from fighting when possible." He said, offering what insight he could as an elder.

"Though I guess I've taken up my bow for a fight again in the end. Someone convinced me that we could end the cycle of war that has hit this earth. Humanity never asked for wars of the supernatural to be fought in their countries. At least that's my belief."

How to explain in a way so they could understand? He could wield his power with devastation effectiveness. Or as precise as a violinist's fingers on each string. Ghislain didn't speak for a moment remaining quiet. He was pondering the situation and the conversation's direction. Finally, he opened his mouth and said calmly about the statement.

"Because the Emperors were no different from Sosuke Aizen, they kept Quincy under a boot. I am not welcome among my people even if I believe they have need. They do not want the reminder of those shackles that once bound them." He said the sentence bitter about how he was also once in that situation. Swallowing it was the first step to coming to this conclusion. He smiled a bit as the woman mused about the control of his power.

Ghislain held out his right hand, a mass of white began to form around it. No trace of light seemed to exist within the small orb he held in his hand. His energy leaked out around him. His eyes looked towards the globe of undefined nature and existence. Usually not able to be seen, his spiritual energy making this matter visible. He closed his hand, dismissing the power as he sighed softly. "I hate fighting; I despise it more than anything else. I can control my power much like a violinist controls the strings. But it doesn't change the fact, and I find no joy in the act."

Ghislain sighed; they weren't wrong about his eyes and the dullness that came with age. He smiled faintly, albeit tiredly in a sense that came from his generation. "What I think and want is of no importance to my race anymore. The Quincy will not seek me out, nor will they accept any guidance I have. As for what happened with Yhwach and Huldric, the Emperor's Decree. Successors are to be vessels in a sense if one dies. But Huldric changed the power by meddling and tampering with it. " He was a man without a people. That was Ghislain's fate in the world.


His eyes looked upwards towards the sky before exhaling a light breath. "For now, it is with Inami and Sing in the Kokouryuteshi that is where my purpose is. I wish to see this world Inami proposes without war or violence. I know not how she will accomplish this feat. But I am curious to see it after five thousand, nine hundred years of life. I want to see it.

Ghislain became silent and didn't speak or offer any further dialog. His ears listened, and the question rang through his mind. Was he making excuses and trying to tie himself to them? Truth rang out from the hollow sister's words as he stood there, His eyes closing now as he considered his actions and purpose. They claimed many things and said much. Inami was a shackle; she bound him in a way few others would know. He felt his teeth grit as a message came over the radio.

Inami was gone. She'd taken her entire country with her. His digits slowly began digging into his palms. The sisters had long gone from this location through the black nether. It was a good thing they had left; he was seething with emotion. One he'd not felt in thousands of years. It was a cocktail of anger, sorrow, and disgust. It made his jaw tighten, and small bits of energy leak out. This entire venture, the trust he put in Inami wasted. Why had he left his cabin for this utter display of nonsense?

He joined an organization for Inami and trusted in her honeyed words. Biting down on a hook for the hope provided. In the end, she proved the same as all the others. She wasted his time and brought him nothing but lingering disappointment. Anger was such raw emotion, and he could feel each bit of the hot blood flowing through him. His hands slowly released the pressure from his anger. This world was filled with nothing but liars. They brought words dripping with honey laced with venom. They pretended to walk upon the water when the river was frozen over.

Ghislain's features tightened for a moment as his raw energy leaked out in frustration. A small blast of his energy came through as he pulled his shawl up. The black, lightless energy blasted away sand and some things before retreating within him. No humans were here and no life nearby either. He turned around abruptly from where he stood, the epicenter of a mild explosion. Only five meters around him was affected, no further his control on display.

His hand brought his shawl up as he left this desert disinterested and no longer sure he would aid Kokuryuteshi Empire. Or any beings who came upon his cabin seeking aid. Some part of him even considering leaving this planet and going far into deep space. Where not a single being could bother him and waste his time as Inami had.

Ghislain's form walked into a portal of his own, leaving evidence of a mild temper tantrum from an ancient man.