THE QUINCY PRODIGY
“So it would seem.”
Artist: Simply 3 - Song: Somewhere Only We Know [Strings]
Sofia had heard of the idea of an alliance with the Vanguard. She had perused over some of the correspondence that had been exchanged in an effort to lead up to and set the stage up for the meeting at hand. The Quincy prodigy wasn’t entirely sure where she stood in regards to an alliance however. Part of her saw it as something that was necessary
. Despite her best efforts to believe otherwise, they still weren’t at the point where they could claim to be a strong enough force to threaten, let alone dethrone the Demons...not yet anyways. While allying with the Vanguard did not ensure it either, it did make the progression towards the fated violent finale of the spiritual wars to come, all the more balanced. Still, there was something to be said about pride. Both the pride instilled in her by the Montero family, and the Quincy pride of old that seemed so decadent and lost during present times, even with members of as equally high standing as her.
On second thought, she still couldn’t shake the idea that Radioactive just looked so much different than she had imagined. The man was history. He was myth. He was the embodiment of something she both hated but also admired in a dark, twisted, and certainly to unspoken way. She disliked what he had done to her people hundreds of years ago. In a way however, it had been necessary. To cull the mistaken ideas would eventually lead to a much stronger organization with more firm foundational values reflected on the Wandenreich of today. In the depths of her heart however, she was also glad for some other reasons she wasn’t quite able to fully understand at the time. She was well aware that despite her power, she was no match for him, yet
. The idea that she could progress to one day potentially best the man that no Quincy was ever able to triumph over in combat was a created an unreal feeling that surged through her, and elicited all kind of sensations that were unheard of and unknown to the famous Musician. In a strange way, she wanted to make a name for herself beyond just the actions and the direction she took the Wandenreich in. She wanted to go above and beyond the best members of her past, in all of history, in ways she was yet to fully come to understand.
He seemed less violent. Less barbaric. Less inclined to fight and push other’s thoughts with his own, denying the notion of progress, of alliance, and of friendship and commitment. In a way, he seemed distant from the man she envisioned slaughtering thousands of Quincy. No doubt he could still be or become that man if he so desired. Granted she still didn’t like him, and she still didn’t fully trust him. But the persona she saw before her allowed her enough room to try and give him a chance, however little, to try and prove his worth. In an effort to allow him to try and redeem himself, she would award him a slight benefit of the doubt, and just a ray of hope she hoped he would take and illuminate his path. Hopefully this time it would lead him on a white road embedded with names he could call on, rather than stains of blood that bored his footprints wherever he walked. He had blood on his hands, and if she knew well, they would still be stained. What he did from now on, would dictate just how well he would do with his chance to allow others, namely Sofia to try and wash his hands completely clean of it.“Hang on, hold on just a minute. Let me get this straight. Dios bendito.”
Pressing a couple fingers in the space between her eyes, she would close these as a semi annoyed, and perhaps even slightly irritated breath was audibly forced out. The tone of voice from the man didn’t bother her. Not in the slightest. Honestly, if anything she was surprised he hadn’t acted a bit more animalistic and barbaric. Though that would have only proved to her what she already imagined him to be and behave like prior to their meeting. Instead, drawing another hefty breath, she curled a thick strand of her short ebony black hair into the index finger of her right hand and continued on.“So you came to our house, with all your men, and all your glory, seeking an alliance with my people, and you don’t even know where we stand?”
To be quite honest, she had a very different and distinct choice of words she would have preferred to use. But, in an effort to be civil, and maintain the classy and professional behavior that was expected of her, she had chosen to go the more adequate and formal route. She was in awe no doubt though. His question was pretty much an insult to their very meeting, and it lacked all kinds of etiquette and respect. The meeting wasn’t some child’s game. It didn’t decide who took which land, or who kept certain resources. The meeting was an effort to bring together two seemingly powerful organizations in an effort to withstand the might of even greater and darker foes. Yet, here they were, with all their might, and all their technology, and all their men, and the individual speaking for them, didn’t even know what their to-be allies believed in. Hell, in that scenario, the Wandenreich might have been just as they were during the times of Yhwach. She highly doubted they’d make an alliance with that. It lacked principle to come without knowing at least some of what they believed in. And if Radioactive truly did know, and was merely trying to push some buttons or further an agenda, she would suggest he thought carefully about his word choice, lest he cared to jeopardize whatever agreement they could have reached for the sake of being witty, impulsive, and rather unprepared.
She couldn’t help but draw a few comparisons however. At the moment, the Vanguard didn’t seem much different than the Wandenreich of old, back when Yhwach still led them. Perhaps not in ideals or concept, but there were certainly some similarly defining traits, at least from what she gathered upon first impressions. The Vanguard, just like the Quincy of old, amassed power that was feared, and that could stand up to most. However, they lacked the very basic foundations like organization. Even with all their fleet, even with all their ranks, and even with all the might and knowledge they might possess, organization and preparation still needed work as displayed by Radioactive’s question. In the end, victory loved preparation. Though to be fair, the same had led to the Quincy’s downfall in the past. Beyond the misguided ideals of their leader, despite the heft of the weight of their power, the lack of basic organization beyond the ranks eventually led to their own downfall. And she feared the Vanguard would follow suit if they didn’t invest the time to reform the basic foundations, instead of wasting time, money, and resources on refining minor things and expanding on matters that didn’t really matter all that much. She couldn’t help but take a moment to look at the colossal ship they had arrived in, chuckling at it but granting no explanation as to the reason of her reaction. “Let me make it easy and put it in words that are easy to understand.”
Noticing the man that seemed to be Hayden, the famous musician would speak a bit louder this time around, to make sure he heard as well what would be spoken to both of them.“The Quincy stand for humanity. Not for one man, or a group of man, but for all of them. We fight for a new world, to create a life, to create happiness, and to pursue it without the fear of persecution, of harm, or death from those with greater power and dark agendas. We believe the current times upon us are but the passing of greed. The greed from entities that want more than they should, that conquer and rule over our people with dark demonic fists. But their might and their hold will loosen, and the power will return to humanity. For that end we fight. As a self proclaimed evolution to humanity, we fight to deliver the Earth back onto their hands and away from the ruling Demonic hands.”
To be fair, she had added in quite a bit of her own beliefs to the idea. While it may not have been truly the concrete belief of the organization, it encompassed it to almost its entirety, while adding the core values that made her fight and push on the way she did. She was well aware of the intentions and the beliefs of the Vanguard. Even then however, some clarification would be indeed welcomed from their end. They seemed to seek balance, freedom and peace for all. Their goals didn’t seem limited to just humans, but by aggregation, they were also within the confines of their goals. While their ideas weren’t they same, there were definite common grounds in their efforts for peace in a world where the demons did not rule and move their agenda of chaos about at their whim.
Once she had spoken, she would turn momentarily to face Hayden. She had to admire the military look of his clothes. In a way, it was very much like hers despite the inherent difference in colors and design. At their core, they were both uniforms. Uniforms, among other things were meant to showcase unity, alignment, a code of conduct and the adherence to some kind of rule and regulations that were ought to be followed. There was a reason soldiers in the military weren’t allowed to just wear anything, lest they wished to gamble with the outcomes their offense would yield. Still, there was a contrasting moment in regards to organization as it anchored back to her comparison to the Quincy of old. An uniform and ranks did not always indicate the basic structure of organization. Yhwach had uniforms as well. There was still the matter of Radioactive’s question earlier, and the precedent it set, specially on a meeting where first impressions were highly important.“Please don’t,”
she’d speak in what seemed to be the most subtle of semi playful tones of voice, “I’m supposed to keep them in check.”
She was referring to the comment of a party made just moments earlier. And by them
she referred to the Quincy at large. As the Captain of the Jagdarmee, it was her duty to uphold the law, and make sure Quincy remained in check, following the rules and stipulations set for them. She was the engine and the fuel that moved the Wandenreich forward ensuring that order and procedures were being followed. She would not allow disarray to happen onto her people, and jeopardize their survival and their goals as had happened to the Quincy of old. Despite her young age, the 24 year old woman was known as a prodigy not just for her musical and combat skills, but for the mature and refined mentality she possessed, easily besting in said field people whose experience exceeded her by over a millennia. On the back of her mind however, she did have to wonder what a party, organized and orderly of course, would look like among them in an effort to bolster the foundations of their alliance.
Extending her hand, she would shake Hayden’s as well. By comparison, both Hayden and Radioactive’s hand would likely feel different than hers. Despite being strong in her own ways, her hands would have felt soft, smooth, delicate, and small, in somewhat of a reflective comparison to the nature of her graceful and refined artistic style of her techniques. Taking a step back to speak to both of them at once, she would make an offer that would have likely been welcomed and agreed by all parties present.“Would you care to follow me inside, please? It might be more comfortable inside.”
While the meeting could be held outside if they so desired, there was no real reason to do so when the city housed a plethora of facilities that could accommodate them with much more refinement. If agreed upon, Sofia would lead the way, her men walking alongside her. The buildings seemed to display a matching white look to the white military uniform she sported. White pants, and matching white top and opened jacket, offset only by a blue scarf around her neck, and black boots and matching gloves. The group would be directed to a very large building that seemed to extend high up and almost as far as the eyes could see. It was the building that was usually used as a courthouse. It was the place the Jagdarmee used to rule and pass judgement over Quincy that had broken the law. This time around however, rather than pass judgement and rule a sentence, it would be used by rather different parties to find the means to work together to rule sentence on a world that was past due for a hearing in respect to its morality and the crimes that had been levied upon it.“Hot mocha, and please bring the gentleman whatever drink they desire.”
Speaking to her men, one would leave to bring her request, while the other two would near Hayden and Radioactive, assuming they wanted anything at all. While on a perfect world Rum would have been her drink of choice, in an effort to be more professional, she had opted for the more tactful and fitting drink. If they desired water or alcohol however, either choice would be likely accommodated it. And while there would be no spoken scolding, there would likely be some reservations and inner mental discord depending on the choice of drink they opted for or in the refusal to have anything at all. With the meeting taking a turn that seemed to be for the better, the stage was set for a discussion that created a precedent, both in the union of powerful parties, as well as the potential foreshadow of the demise of dark entities that opposed them.