Hidden Nature

[Ruhe Krieger]

The young Ruhiger was never one for airs of power and self importance. If anything, she felt as if her own value was less than she could possibly imagine. Her worth and value was decided upon by others. Her superiors, her peers, her God. For what was one without the acknowledgement of their grace? Their lord? She'd found herself tending to her small garden, as she looked out into the distance. It felt good having others look at you with veneration and praise. It felt bliss.

Though for Ruhiger who kept most of her powers hidden, she lived in the Vreich with raised brows. Survivor of a battle against the wanted Asmoskon. Said to be a pupil of some sorts, looked at with raised brow by Priscilla and Amalia at one point or another. Two captain supervisors. She was self conscious about every stare. Though if one only looked at a surface glance, she seemed stagnant. Minus the revelation of her power to Lucien.

They were the meek. The weakened. The ones that embodied the desire of the Emperor's will. Not his violence, through they might enforce it if needed, but his true will. She had explored her powers, some more of her capabilities, and had found herself wary by the nature of the power she held. The credence she held, the life she sought to live. It felt empty and unfulfilling, mainly because she felt as if she stood alone. It was hard not to think that way, as she saw the white world around her, hidden in shadows. 

Not as if she didn't feel that others might not feel that way also. No, she was sure there were countless others, even in the higher echelons that might feel as she was right now. That was perhaps some small comfort. The small girl shined her boots, her necklace, and made her way in hopes of self improvement. She couldn't be the best, she was certain, but it didn't mean she couldn't strive to be the best her she could be. So, she would. No matter what that might entail. 

"I made a splash, but found I'm not free. A fish out of water, bound to the sea." She said to herself absentmindedly. Though with such little words, she found herself seeking something a bit more. Thus, she head forth from the barracks to that of a familiar location. The training yard. Her steps were graceful, steady, and while her features were soft, almost angelic in a way, she was lost in thought. Even as she began to form her bow along her left hand. 

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

Oh, how long it had been since she'd been able to explore about once more. As Sieglinde took the opportunity to leave her quarters, she took a soft, though long breath, before exhaling in almost the exact same fashion. She'd still been alive; still been able to hold her rank, and serve as she saw fit. It was a relief, if nothing else, after her last failure in His Majesty's eyes.

She'd need to correct that.

As she walked down the hall, each step accompanied by a tap tap tapping of her heels against the hardened floor, Sieglinde took the time to glance around to each officer that passed her by. While her appearance was likely to be well known - she was a Sternritter, after all - there were quite a number of faces that she herself hadn't recognized amongst the Vandenreich's forces. To say it felt odd would be underplaying it.

Regardless, she hadn't the time nor desire to get to know everyone within the area quite yet. There were more... pressing matters at hand, beginning with her own goal of learning this new Schrift that had been bestowed upon her so graciously by His Majesty himself. There was quite a bit she needed to pick up on; quite a bit that she'd need to try and figure out to the best of her abilities.

What better way to to that than to head to the Training Grounds? Making her way to the outdoor facilities, Sieglinde took another soft breath. If nothing else, she felt that it was rather good to be back. This place had grown into a 'home' of sorts for her, and one that she enjoyed visiting whenever the opportunity to do so arose. The question remained though, just what was her goal for the day?

Summoning forth her bow, Sieglinde notched an arrow, and took aim down the field, both eyes focused on a target almost a hundred yards away. Lining up her shot for a moment, before letting the arrow fly, she watched as the spiritual projectile soared on, striking true against the target. Though, it hadn't been in the center like she'd hoped; no, it was a noticeable amount off. Easily a seven of ten, but certainly not enough! She needed it to be perfect! Notching another arrow before slinging it off, and another, and another, Sieglinde watched as each she fired struck against the dummy; 8. 7. 9.

Sighing to herself, it seemed that this was going to prove to be a bit more difficult than she'd originally expected. At least, with a bow that was. Channeling reiryoku into her cross once more, Sieglinde took the opportunity to modify her weapon; taking hold as a rather fantastical revolver in the palm of her hands, Sieglinde took the opportunity hold the weapon out, aiming down the small sight at the top, before pulling the trigger.

As a blast rang out, sounding very evidently like that of a firearm, she watched as a small projectile fired from the gun, slamming into the target with enough force to almost knock it over. As it eventually stabilized out, and the dust began to settle, Sieglinde took the opportunity she found herself smirking; a perfect 10.

[Ruhe Krieger]

Confronted with the visage of a familiar figure; Ruhe found herself resting in place. Silent and contemplative on if she should approach at first. Watching as Priscilla or one would suppose Sieglinde had notched an arrow. Taking aim ovr the horizon, she could see how her arrow flew. Striking the target. Until eventually, the usage of a gun was present instead. A trigger pulled? The bullet ripped through the target; sending it nearly toppling.

Slowly, the white haired angel might hear the sound of a few claps. "Very good mein Sternritter." Little Ruhe would declare to her superior. Private Krieger. Little Krieger. Priscilla was one of the very few Quincy in the realm that might actually know Ruhe's true potential. The other two being Lucien who witnessed a portion of her awakened power? The other being Amalia; whom seemed sadly no longer with them. Though in truth, Ruhe didn't agonize or truly lament the loss of her.

Amalia was cruel, cold, and generally speaking apathetic in most instances. She only showed minor glimmers of warmth, and even then, those seemed rather difficult to conceptualize. Her claps continued a short bit after, as if to feed to her ego. To grant her praise. Before long? Ruhe lowered her gloved hands, her eyes looking shyly to the floor, and then to the distance. Yet. With it? Ruhe drew back along her own bowstring. Pulling back, she could hear the charge up of her energy.

Ptwang! The arrow flew out gracefully. Impeccably so as it rotated and slapped against the chest. The centerpiece of the target. Ruhe was quite masterful with a bow, and in that frame, she had experience in hunting moving beasts. She'd remembered the raccoons, and the deer, and the rabbits. She remembered hitting the doves and pigeons form their roosts. How they fell to the ground. Though afterwards, she'd lower her bow, letting it rest laxly by her side. A deep breath was taken. 

What little she knew of Priscilla was that she seemed at the very least, kind. How she offered Ruhe respite, some level of comfort, as well as tea. Though; time had changed, and so had Priscilla's appearance. The young blonde however had hardly seemed to change much. Still in her same uniform and form, the tips of her blonde locks colored turquoise. Still a minor private despite the time she'd been here. Despite having so much locked away potential and value. Priscilla likely knew that. As did Ruhe.

Though; the only question left was how much longer could she hide that? She had been now on several dangerous missions, having survived each and every one. Ones where most of her team if not all of them had been slaughtered and killed in the incident. She'd survived the harshness of battles that even veteran Quincy would struggle against. Yet. It was as if that was really useless in the end wasn't it? 

[Camila Adaronde]

90 TP from this thread for Ruhe! Sorri about that ;v;