Cast Your Doubt Into The Sea [Semi-open]

‘Ding’ At a sudden moment's notice, the lady at the desk acquired a sudden message through her small earpiece. A quick nod was given, followed by a yes ma’am before she got up from her seat and quickly made her way towards Uriel. Of course, after giving up her personal information so easily, the giant of a man may mistake her urgency with desperation, but he would find this a truly urgent matter instead.

“Excuse me sir. You are wanted on the 30th floor by the Captain of the Sternritters, Helle Armstrong. You will find her office down the hall, and on the first left you see. Then, she is at the door all the way at the end of the hallway.”

At this time, she didn’t call him by his name despite the small blush she wore while speaking with him. Sadly, she must return to her duties after relaying the message to him and returns to her desk with a quick bow of her head. With that done, Uriel is left to decide whether he will head up or not and see what the Captain of the Sternritters may desire from him. Could it be? That armored individual from before?

Either way, Uriel will find the elevator at the side of the room if he wishes to proceed upwards. Of course, as any elevator in a busy area would be, he would find it full and the elevator a bit too cramped for a man his size, but as he ascended, more and more room became available until he reached the correct floor. On this floor, he would simply have to follow the guidelines given to him. However, he may notice Ninsianna sitting at her desk busy with paperwork beside the door that leads into the office of the one who heads the Vandenreich. Of course, it would be foolish to overstep his boundaries unless he desired to show his braveness at this time, but if not, the door he was directed to go to would soon appear.

It would take a simple knock, followed by a “Come in” to grant him access within. And, within, he would find a woman sitting at a desk, the helmet from earlier resting next to a stack of papers, near the large windows of the room with sparse furniture and a bookcase as its only decoration. The woman sitting has blonde hair and, from when she looked up, sparkling emerald eyes. She seemed rather young and fresh to the world, yet held a strong gaze towards Uriel. Her soft smile betrayed her hardened nature, and with a simple point of her hand to the comfortable looking chair across from her desk, she welcomed him.

“Sit, if you may.”

“My, what could possibly give thou such an idea.”

Her smile widened slightly with tempered excitement finding the man’s worries humorous despite how trained he seemed. Despite how kind his physical appearance portrayed him as, Helle is not so daft as to think such a large man without capacity for violence. She couldn’t help but wonder what knowledge he kept sealed within his mind away from the public eye. Though, that is far from the reason she has requested his audience.

“Moving on, however, I simply wished to give my thanks for your charity. Out of every person who wandered our city, you were the first and only to give your time to help that troubled child. The mother has moved on from here, but she has asked that I share her thanks and apologies with thee.”

Helle moves her arm, her fingers sliding along her desk, until they are over a button on her desk. She then proceeds to apply slight pressure as a small ding resounds through the room. “Last we talked, a few moments ago, you asked about signing up for the Reich. I simply wish to understand why. Surely, a gentle giant as thyself has a story to share.” Her eyes held a small twinkle within them.

Helle has always been concerned when it came to who joined her organization. Thus is her duty to ensure the citizens’ and members’ safety. However, there is nothing that says she cannot personally judge an individual herself whenever she pleases. Uriel was just the lucky, or unlucky, individual that caught her eye. She is simply curious about this man because of his earlier actions. None can say she is not allowed her personal actions.

Ah. The soul of a fighter, no, a soldier. For a moment, the hints of longing appeared within Helle’s emerald gaze. Though, it was only for a moment, not because she banished said look, but because she turned her head gently to the side; her small smile falling gracefully in a whimsical manner. Thoughts, distressing thoughts, ran through her mind between those few seconds. It is far too evident that his recollection of past experiences has touched her in a particular manner. However, it is not from shared, yet different, experiences. It is the sole fact that Helle lacked such experience to recall herself; the reports read pertaining to the numerous genocides that her race has faced weighing heavily on her mind. Where was she during those trying times? Locked away in some temple asleep, sheltered from the destructive storms.

Yes. She found herself speechless for a moment wondering how she could continue this conversation with such a battletorn man if she held within herself no way to connect with him. A struggle she has been facing ever since accepting her role as the leader of the Sternritter. She is strong, but she is also young, a beginner in the eyes of many. She has a heavy burden placed on her to lead a group of warriors despite barely being one herself, and it has caused her to pause a many of times. However, it is her job, and she must play her role to the best of her capabilities; even beyond such. Passively, her hand rose to the side of her head as her metal fingers danced within the bangs she sports moments before the door to her office opened.

In steps the woman from the front office carrying papers. She is quick to deliver them to Helle’s desk, and with a bow; a quick peek at Uriel, she takes her leave as quickly as she came. That is enough to snap Helle from her mental struggle as she grasps at the papers, moving her eyes over them. “Uriel Sancroix.” She speaks in a gentle tone as she lowers the papers and looks him over once more; the youth she wore when they first began their discussion replaced with a cold, hard, and analytical stare. Gone is the radiant woman from before, and now, Helle has put on the face necessary to lead a group of men. Even if she lacks years, she possesses a drive to accomplish what some may think impossible.

“Yes. It was the Vandenreich that retook America and freed it from Shadowfall’s clutches. I was there. It was my first experience on an actual battlefield, albeit I played a minor role. My name is Helle Armstrong, SubCaptain and Acting Captain of the Sternritters. I formally accept your admission into the Vandenreich, and I do so hope that your experiences prove a valuable asset to our cause.”

There, another smile forms, but it seems more tired than before; the stress of work and expectations showing finally. She’d then fall quiet and allow for her gaze to wander once more to the wall as she thought of a question. “Relay if you may… How does thou smile?” Her question, bare at best, is one that she is unsure if she asked correctly, but the frown she, once again, wears tells its own story.