Soldier vs Renegade

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Thread Title: Soldier vs Renegade
Participants: Asmoskon Masurao & Gerald Fromm
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Battle taking place in Karakura Town over night hotel.

The kind of hotel that you only stay in when your leaving early the next morning. The hotel has fifteen different rooms. The hotel is made up of three strait buildings each holding five rooms. In between the three buildings are the parking spots that currently hold a few different cars.
Special Conditions:
Circumstances: Asmoskon just finished hunting down a hollow a few hours ago and decided to stay over night in Karakura Town. A few hours after though he is attacked by a member of the Quincy Empire.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon was once again in Karakura Town to track down and eliminate a hollow that was causing problems for the innocent people that lived in the town. However, it had proven to be a very long day demanding that Asmoskon track down the beast with barely any kind of lead. In fact Asmoskon basically had to search through the entire town before finally finding the hollows location not even five hours prior to the present. All of that and the hollow hadn't even proven itself strong enough to land a single blow against Asmoskon. It just seemed like he needed to rest.

So that's what he did over the previous four hours. He had paid for a room overnight at a general hotel in the town in order to regain his energy for the trip back to Tokyo in the morning. In the last hour though Asmoskon had awoke due to hunger. After making a sandwich and buying a drink Asmoskon quenched his hunger. Only to have it replaced by the need for a shower.

Although the shower did seem to sooth a good deal of the muscles in his back it was short lived. Asmoskon sensed something strangely familiar. It was a type of reiatsu that he could quite put his finger on while in the shower so to take precaution he exited and got dressed. Once complete Asmoskon sat at the only small chair in the room thinking over the type of reiatsu. It took him a minute or two only to realize it was the reiatsu of a Quincy.

Asmoskon couldn't believe what he was sensing. The chances of this Quincy being free from the Empire were close to zero that Asmoskon knew for sure. In fact Asmoskon already considered himself the last remaining free Quincy from the Empire. That only meant that the Empire had finally caught up to him and were here to either eliminate him like they did his family or claim him like so many others. Whichever the case was Asmoskon wasn't going to go willingly and was ready to fight off whoever the Quincy was with every bit of power he possesses.

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Imagine, for a moment, that your entire race of people are designated as evil, because of a tradition deeply ingrained within your culture. This tradition isn't something that hurt anyone, but rather helped protect your people, and the human race as a whole. Nonetheless, you were designated as evil, and summarily massacred. Terminated with extreme prejudice, and without hesitation. Luckily, some of you survive, although you are forced into a horrible diaspora. This diaspora has psychological repercussions, and renders many of your race broken, convincing them that they are as evil as the villains that massacred them claimed they were.

There was no such thing as a Quincy who didn't believe in the Vandenreich, merely Quincies that didn't understand it. Quincies that would have to be located, and reeducated. And it just so happened that Gerald was one of several Lieutenants who was tasked in accomplishing the first task. And good lord, was he good at it. He had enough connections and moles that finding renegade Quincies was simply a question of time, and once he'd found them, he was incredibly good at hunting them down and subduing them.

This particular Quincy he had hunted down to a small and cheap hotel in Karakura Town, although intelligence said that the renegade Quincy wasn't actually from around these parts. Rather, he had just decided to take the town under his protection. How noble. Such a good heart would be of great service to the Emperor, once the renegade was enlightened as to the glory of him. Gerald walked slowly through the parking lot, slowly spinning and trying to determine which of the many hotel rooms the renegade would be located in.

Alas, Gerald lacked the Energy Sensory capabilities that would allow him to actually pinpoint his foe. Instead, he chose to flush him out. Gerald walked to the first hotel room, stood there for a moment, letting his reaitsu seep out into the air. Anyone with sensory capabilities would be able to determine that a true hero of the Vandenreich was nearby, and if the Quincy was anything like the others that Gerald had hunted down, he'd come barreling out, looking for a fight. After several moments of no response, Gerald proceeded to the next room, and repeated the process.

Reaitsu: 2030/1730 (+300 Quincy Cross)

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Strength - 80 (60) Points

Speed - 250 (375) Points

Spiritual Pressure - 230 (173) Points

Reiatsu Strength - 300 (450) Points

Light Aura - 100 Points

Dark Aura - 0 Points

Instinct - 125 Points

Senses - 125 Points

Energy sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

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[Strength of Will] 2

[Battle Analysis] 2

[Ranged Weapons] 2

[Memory] 2

[Focused Eye] 2

Banked: 5

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Knowing this Quincy would be little more than twenty feet from him Asmoskon made sure to use his time as wisely as he could manage. Although in a way that many would question that much he knew for sure. As the teenager rushed from the shower and dried himself while dressing in his standard school attire he couldn't help, but think over certain things. Asmoskon already new what his actions would be against this Quincy to begin with yet he couldn't help, but feel that he would be making a mistake. The image of Hotaru forced itself into his mind resulting in Asmoskon questioning his plan. If anything happen to him he knew that Hotaru would be crushed and most likely fall down a path tainted with vengeance.

This wasn't something that Asmoskon could take lightly or fool around with like so many other previous problems. This one he knew every action he made every word spoken would have a reaction that could determine more than just the rest of his own life. It was this realization that Asmoskon threw his innocence and joyful mood from himself leaving only the colder more serious aspects of the teen. Asmoskon knowing that he would need every advantage possible if things escalated into battle chose to leave his jacket on the bed of his room while the rest of him was covered in the normal black attire including his bracelet.

He could sense the Quincy moving from the doorway of each room and making his presence more than known to anyone with a spiritual connection. Although Asmoskon surely lacked the knowledge and talent of energy sensing it was obvious by the strength of this Quincy’s Reiatsu that he wouldn’t fall as easily as the hollow earlier in the day. No this individual would push Asmoskon that much he knew for certain and the hope of easy victory gone with that certainty. Asmoskon knew now that this Quincy though hadn’t been watching him the whole time and that the precise location of his whereabouts was unknown. This method of presenting himself was one that would draw Asmoskon from his room and become an easy target.

Asmoskon had been trained to never fall for such an obvious ploy. Though there was the possibility that this Quincy was only a decoy and that more were located outside ready to shot him down as soon as he stepped from the doorway. Whatever the case was all logic screamed at Asmoskon to run from the bathroom window and find some way to evade location. That was what his logic was telling him, but his heart was saying something just as important. His goal was to shine the light on his fallen brothers to show them that hunting innocence and forcing beliefs was never justice. Running from this Quincy now would only prolong the results of his goal that Asmoskon was done allowing.

So as the Quincy reached three rooms down and began to present his presence yet again Asmoskon had made his decision. Reorganizing the very limited amount of furniture in this room was the first thing that Asmoskon went to work on. It was finally finished as the Quincy started to walk toward his room. Sitting down on one of the two wooden chairs that the room possessed Asmoskon faced the door with the table in from of him hiding his lower body from sight. There was the second chair across the table from Asmoskon awaiting the Quincy as a sign of invitation once he entered the room if he would choice to do so.

Asmoskon had chosen to attempt reasoning with the other Quincy first. This would be the first time he met one of the brothers that followed the Emperor since he was a small child. Asmoskon being the man he was had decided to be as respectful as possible in his choice by setting up the table and chairs. As the Quincy emitted his Reiatsu on the opposite side of the doorway Asmoskon let out a sigh and composed himself into hard steel. “Enter Brother” Asmoskon sat with his arms crossed over his chest in a sign that his bow wouldn’t be hidden under the table and in a position for a sneak attack.

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Strength - 53 Points-40%= 32 Points
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 135 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 280 Points+75%= 490 Points
Light Aura - 80 Points
Dark Aura - 20 Points
Instinct - 100 Points
Senses - 70 Points
Energy sensory - 30 Points
Healing Expertise - 10 Points

SKP 14/15

•[Analyzing] [1]
•[Weapons: Archery] [2]
•[Weapons: Axes] [1]
•[Acrobatics] [2]
•[Battle Analysis] [2]
•[Battle Focus] [2]
•[Focused Eye] [2]
•[Charisma/Leadership] [2]

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It was snowing outside, little bits of white powder floating gracefully down through the sky to land on the ground, creating layer upon layer of cold snow. It was beautiful, and several kids were having a snowball fight right outside of Gerald's window. For a moment, he wanted to go out and join them. Only for a moment, however. His attention was reclaimed by the clearing of a throat. "Sorry, father." He responded, chastised, and then returned to writing down formulae, trying his best to memorize trajectories and battle scenarios.

Gerald had not been afforded a childhood, and had spent his entire life dedicated, in one way or another, to the Vandenreich. Either seeking to become a valuable member of it, or in it's direct service. And although he could have regretted that, could have rued the Vandenreich, he instead chose not to. Because at the core of it, the Vandenreich was greater than he was, and giving up part of his life was a small price for supporting the greatness that was Vandenreich.

Sadly, not everyone acknowledged the Vandenreich as a truly great thing. Some people thought that the Vandenreich was full of 'Dangerous Extremists' or 'Genocidal Maniacs', which was obnoxious and incorrect. Of course, there was some virtue in trying to change those people's opinions, but most of the time, it made more sense to execute them for their impertinence. Of course, the one exception was other Quincies. Those Quincies were to be recruited.

So, once Gerald had seen the door swing open, he hadn't gone in swinging. Instead, upon hearing the voice of the Quincy that was within, Gerald ceased flexing his reiatsu. He stepped into the door, drew his bow, and placed it carefully on the ground next to the chair, pulling the chair out, and sitting on it.  The other Quincy sat with his arms crossed, demonstrating that he had no intent to harm Gerald, which was rather respectable. He wished to talk first, which Gerald would certainly grant him.

"Choosing to talk, instead of fighting, was a wise decision, Brother. You are competent, from reports, but you are surrounded, and face the full might of the Vandenreich. So, talking is the greatest option. I will skip more or less directly to the point: You have functioned as a Renegade for quite some time, and have now caught the interest of the Vandenreich. We are peacefully asking that you join us, in service of the Emperor." It was a straightforward statement, but a loaded one, and Gerald was eager to see how he joined.


Reiatsu: 2330/1730 (+300 Quincy Cross)

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Sitting across the table Asmoskon watched as this other Quincy revealed himself as he stepped into the hotel room. It seemed Asmoskon had been correct to expect a male would confront him in this type of situation. This other Quincy picked up immediately on the signs that Asmoskon displayed that communication was the preferred action at the moment. He couldn't keep his calculating his from noticing the bow that was placed just in arms reach as the Quincy sat across the table. In truth this was the first Vandenreich that had ever located him. Hopefully Asmoskon could come to an agreement that it would be the last yet that thought seemed just as impossible as the success of it actually would turn out to be.

It seemed that this Vandenreich wished to give the first words of the conversation s Asmoskon listened contently for now. The Vandenreich male was claiming not only that Asmoskon had picked the best action, but that his assumption that he was surrounded was correct as well. Asmoskon wasn't inclined to believe it completely just based off of this Quincy's word however for in doing so would be giving him another advantage. Asmoskon couldn't help the instructions of his grandfather flourishing throughout his thoughts. "Never accept a fact that is possibly fiction. In doing so you abandon some sense of hope. This can in some battles be all it takes to result in failure be wary Asmoskon." Those incredible words it seemed proved to aid him even now.

This Vandenreich also claimed that by reports Asmoskon was rather competent. That only meant that his location had been discovered previously and not within the last hour. Asmoskon only gave his focus to this possibility for a moment grazing over all of his encounters in Karakura Town searching for some sign that someone was watching. There simply was no time to afford such a search of his mind though due to the present situation. The only thing Asmoskon knew if this male wasn't lying was that he had been a target before tonight and now the operative was here in an attempt to achieve results.

It seemed that to the Vandenreich Asmoskon was a renegade Quincy and that due to his apparent competence he was being asked to join them. It wasn’t a surprise Asmoskon had been told by his grandfather that all free Quincy would at some point be found and asked to join the Vandenreich. However, what his grandfather also told him was that if a Quincy denied the offer that the Vandenreich would do whatever in their power to make an example out of that Quincy. Asmoskon knew that he needed to make an example for any and all other Quincy like him if they were out there and to the Vandenreich themselves. That example would be that not everyone follows the same path and that soon change was going to happen with him leading the shift.

“The prospect of coming to me peacefully is an error brother. While you as an individual have not done harm to me in any form the Vandenreich have claimed more from me than any other organization or race. Peace between me and the Vandenreich can’t exist due to the attack on my family over a decade ago. I am unable to serve a leader that blindly eradicates the lives of innocent individuals simply because their goals are set on a different horizon. The best thing I can offer you is a safe exit from this meeting I’m sorry brother.” Asmoskon watched carefully for every little movement that this Quincy made in search for some kind of indicator of possible assault.

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"Let's not be absurd, Brother, coming to you peacefully was far from an error. My position of power easily allows me to offer you peace, given that strife would end in my favor if it came to it." Gerald cracked a half smile, although it was entirely superficial. He didn't particularly find the situation amusing, but he knew that it would be off putting for the Renegade to witness him treating this so casually. He shifted in his chair, leaning back slightly.

"Your thoughts on the matter are more or less valid, however, I do find one aspect quarrelsome." The smile vanished from his face, and Gerald straightened his posture, his body language becoming instantly serious. "You state that you cannot aid the Emperor, or even find yourself at peace with the Vandenreich, due to an incident that befell your family. While I admittedly lack the information necessary to console you about such an incident, I can at least guarantee that the Emperor had good reason to do so, given his all knowing nature."

"But although such churlishness could be forgiven, I'm distinctly worried by the company you chose to keep. If you cannot find it within yourself to forgive the great Emperor, and the Vandenreich, then why on earth are you consorting with Shinigamis? I assume your family at least informed you that they are the reason why our once great race was forced into hiding. They massacred us, Brother, killing us as if we were simple pests." Gerald's voice had grown cold, but it wasn't growing louder.

"So if you can forgive the monsters that killed us en masse, slaughtering your people, then why on earth can you not forgive your own brothers and sisters for a single, isolated act of aggression? Brother, I fear you are heavily misguided, or inconsistent with your loyalties. I will turn down your offer of a safe exit, I am somewhat insulted by it even. The only way I am leaving this meeting is if you are coming with me, willing to take the white." It was a direct ultimatum, and the way that Asmoskon would respond to it would change everything.

Gerald was not worried about how the fight would go. He had had plenty of time to gather ambient reiatsu using the Quincy Cross that the Vandenreich had blessed him with, and would be entering this fight fully ready for combat. On the other hand, the Renegade appeared to have already exerted himself prior to this meeting. Besides that, Gerald had the entire might of the Vandenreich behind him, whereas this Renegade was totally alone. Yes, if this came to blows, Gerald would crush his foe underfoot, and drag him back to the Vandenreich like that.



Reiatsu: 2630/1730 (+300 Quincy Cross)

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

It truly was an annoyance how disrespectful and smug individuals seemed to be that Asmoskon had the misfortune of crossing paths. This Vandenreich seemed to be no different then so many humans and hollows in how smug his own opinion of himself turned out to be when revealed. To so blatantly call out Asmoskon’s peaceful approach to a situation in a manner that was obviously meant to rise rage through his body and cloud the judgement of his mind. All of this was meant to cause some type of problem Asmoskon knew this just by the smug smile worn by this Quincy one that only caused Asmoskon’s stern eyes to stare through the depths of his pupils.

Asmoskon continued to listen to the words of this Vandenreich as he spoke about the death of Asmoskon’s family at the hands of his empire. At least this individual wasn’t so blind as to argue against Asmoskon’s own claim that the Empire was responsible for his family’s death. Thought his next words would resulted in the most troublesome realization to Asmoskon. No brother that belong to the Vandenreich had the possibility of being saved it seemed. Asmoskon couldn’t bare to understand that in order to save his own race he would have to go against his very nature of being a guardian of peace.

The fact that this brother of his claimed that the Emperor had good reason to take away everyone that Asmoskon loved at the time simply because he knew everything was the ultimate sign of a blind dog. Such a thing is impossible to achieve and the fact of the matter was that Asmoskon had never been recovered until now leading him to understand that the Emperor never knew where he had gone after his family’s death until recently. How can also know everything when they’re unable to find one of their own kin. Simply blind to the facts lead by someone blind to his own power.

"But although such churlishness could be forgiven, I'm distinctly worried by the company you chose to keep. If you cannot find it within yourself to forgive the great Emperor, and the Vandenreich, then why on earth are you consorting with Shinigami. I assume your family at least informed you that they are the reason why our once great race was forced into hiding. They massacred us, Brother, killing us as if we were simple pests."

Asmoskon in truth couldn’t believe the further speaking of such a blind follower. Even could he have imagined that the Emperor had not only lead his kin to servitude, but to take away any sense of mortality and empathy he would never have believed until now when it revealed itself to him through this lost brother. On top of all of that his brother claimed that Asmoskon had been the one to have lost the path of a Quincy and was consorting with the true evil. However, Asmoskon had been told by his grandfather what the reasons for his race’s near extinction had been something that Asmoskon could never forgive.

This brother it seemed never had thought of it through the eyes and actions of the Shinigami as Asmoskon had previously. In truth either side could be blamed for the results that much Asmoskon knew to be true. He knew that while his race had developed their powers and abilities in order to defend themselves against the threat of hollows and in doing so led to unbalance. He knew that all of his fallen brothers would know that and then be told that the Shinigami suddenly struck out against them and nearly wiped them from existence. Asmoskon knew though that such a thing was wrong and that if such an event were to even be fact that the deaths were not on the hands of the Shinigami.

“You speak as if your Emperor had no knowledge of an attack. You’re lost brother blinded by a master that manipulates and pollutes the minds of his followers. I’d hoped that my kin wouldn’t have fallen to little more than blind dogs in fear of a whip from a master. The Shinigami are not to blame for our near eradication when your savior was merely powerless to stop or negotiate with others. I will never serve a leader that has blinded his followers only while leading to further harm to the people.” Asmoskon stared sternly across the table for a few moments.

“I can never forgive the person who killed my family and all my fallen kin. However, I’m not the one that has misguided the facts of previous events. As you stated prior the Emperor is all knowing then he knew the attack was coming against us and did nothing to prevent such a slaughter. The blood of our fallen doesn’t stain the whip that dealt the blow, but the hands of the man who held it . . your Emperor led us to death not the Shinigami. You only have this one chance to leave before I am forced to take action sense you’re nothing more than a blind lap dog to a man that leads from pride and not sense or comparison for his own. Also I’ll never wear the color of your blind Empire for I am free . . I am the Black Quincy.”

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As Gerald finished speaking, it was clear that the man sitting on the opposite was blind, and was dead set on preserving his blindness. Instead of responding in any positive way to Gerald's ultimatum, the renegade's eyes hardened, and he replied, insulting the Emperor and insinuating that he had somehow failed the Vandenreich, allowing his chosen people to be annihilated by the monstrous Shinigami. It was comical. He, the renegade, was insulting Gerald for listening to the Emperor.

And then the other Quincy launched into a speech, describing how he had seen the truth, and how Gerald was merely a dog, blindly following the Emperor. Honestly, it was almost funny. The Quincy was projecting to his heart's content, accusing Gerald of all the faults that he saw in himself which he was unwilling to admit. Gerald couldn't take him seriously. And then the insults turned from being directed at Gerald, to being directed at the Emperor. Yes, this petulant child had called the Emperor a man, with the insinuation that he wasn't a god.

Honestly, it was all that Gerald could do to not pick up his bow and shoot the Renegade through the throat where he stood. It was actually physically difficult to restrain himself. But luckily, Gerald was a composed individual. He didn't show any indication Asmoskon had gotten a rise out of him, keeping his face calm. Of course, when he spoke it was obvious that he wasn't happy, but keeping his face stoney was a necessity. The Vandenreich wasn't a place where emotions could be thrown around wantonly.

"I don't think you truly understand, which is unfortunate. Imagine, for a second, that you're trying to explain gravity to someone, but every time you say that gravity causes you to fall, they leap out of their chair and start screaming 'You're wrong! You chose to fall! Gravity is all in your head! I don't need gravity, I can fly!'" Gerald imitated Asmoskon's voice and didn't do that bad of a job of it. He shook his head, a smile on his face. "You'd laugh at them, right? You'd tell them they were being absurd, and move on."

"But the problem, Asmoskon Masurao, is that you aren't just saying nonsense. The problem is that you fully believe that you are right. You aren't just claiming that you can fly, you're opening up the window and preparing to jump, in order to try and prove a point. Right now, you're more willing to commit suicide by opposing the Vandenreich than simply listen to reason. It worries me, because you're a smart individual. I feel like we can come to some mutual solution." Gerald pursed his lips, and thought for a moment.

"How about I tell you a story, brother? It'll be a good one, I'm a particularly good story teller. And this story will be relevant. So, I ask that you listen. And once you do so, I'll extend my offer once again, and if you refuse, I'll leave. Peacefully. Simple as that. I swear this in the name of the Emperor. Do we have a deal?" Given that Asmoskon was a reasonable individual, and Gerald had made a clear and binding promise, it didn't seem very likely that his offer would be shot down.

If Asmoskon agreed, Gerald would lean back in his chair slightly, crossing his arms across his chest. Gerald loved stories, both listening to them and telling them. He had a fantastic memory, and a dramatic flair that allowed him to retell stories dozens of times before anyone got bored of hearing them. And even here, in a situation where things were tense, Gerald was confident that his telling of a story would fix the problems before them at the present moment. Afterall, he was certainly an excellent diplomat.

"There once was a young wolf, still fresh and new to the world, with a coat that was as white as flour. This wolf looked around at the other wolves who he existed besides as he was growing up, and was confused. 'I am not like any of those,' said he, 'for they have grey coats, and I have a white one, white as the snow that cakes the mountain peaks'. And so, the wolf wandered off on his own. He wandered away from the pack, out of the forest that they lived in, into the city nearby." Gerald spoke at a steady pace, each of the words crisp and significant in and of itself.

"Of course, life was difficult for the wolf in the city. Humans do not like wolves, and thus the white wolf was forced to hide, to keep moving. See, he wasn't any more like the humans than he was like the other wolves. In fact, he was more like the other wolves. But the humans were groomed, and walked on two legs, and the wolf liked that, so he pretended that it was greater to be a human than a wolf." The way Gerald told the story, it was like any other Aesop's fable or standard morality tale. However, something about the way he told it made it far more interesting than it should've been.

"So the wolf wandered along the outskirts of the city, until he found a farm. And within that farm, there were numerous fluffy white creatures, who all walked on four legs. And the wolf cried out triumphant 'These animals are like me! For they have white coats, and I have a white coat, white as vanilla ice cream, served after a large dinner.' And so the wolf joined these animals, and stood besides them for a while, and they accepted him, although they never truly trusted him." Gerald paused for a moment, as if this was where the story ended. But there was a gleam in his eye that suggested that the worst was yet to come.

"And so the white wolf lived with the animals for quite some time. Until one evening, the farmer left the gate open. In the middle of the night, grey beasts descended upon the pen, and wolves devoured sheep left and right. The sheep ran, and the wolves chased them, out of the pen, around the farm, past the fire pit outside the house. And as the sheep ran across the fire pit, it stirred up ash. The ash covered all the sheep and all the wolves, changing their fur." This was the climax of the story, the obvious masterstroke. Gerald's voice had started to get louder, and slightly faster, but it was still crisp and clean.

"Now, it should be clear to you what occurred. As the sheep retreated, and the wolves pursued, our primary character attempted to join the sheep. Do you know what happened, Asmoskon?" Gerald dropped his voice down to a hush, and paused for only a moment, although the tension of the story would keep the other Quincy from responding. "Because of the ash, the wolf's white fur had been darkened, and was now as gray as any other. And so the sheep shyed away from him, fearing him like any of the others. They hadn't trusted him before, and now that they couldn't distinguish him from the other wolves, they did not trust him at all."

"But on the other hand," Gerald spoke with a slight hint of victory in his voice, "Do you know what the wolves said?" Once again, a brief pause, accentuating the rhetorical question. "They said 'Welcome home, brother." And with that, Gerald sat back up in his chair. "The point of the story is up for interpretation, of course. It isn't a normal Aesop, because we aren't told what the choice of the wolf was, or are we told what the result of said choice was. The two options in front of him were either rejoin the pack, and stop hiding his true nature, or attempt to join the flock that feared him, and continue to lie to himself." Gerald cocked an eyebrow. "So, which one will it be, brother? Join the Vandenreich, or reject it because you cannot see beyond the simple of your fur."

Reiatsu: 2930/1730 (+300 Quincy Cross)

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Why was he still grasping at the impossible he would never be able to take the true sight from him. He had received his answer in truth and yet he still clung to his own blind understanding of what had occurred. This fallen brother seemed to just turn the sight around stating Asmoskon was the blind fool yet Asmoskon knew that the tainted mind of this lost soul was one that could never reach the light. It was a tragic realization that he wished he didn’t come to his own knowledge yet knew that it would only help to strengthen his resolve against that blind old man they all so blindly serve.

It was then that the Quincy began to state facts about him being a fool. Comparing his own views on what he had just stated to a simpleton fighting facts rather then what someone had been told. Asmoskon had gotten rather enraged by such a disrespectful and rude comparison to the point that he was unintentionally channeling his reiatsu into his left hand. This Quincy was more controlled and blind then a hollow with an empty stomach something that just made Asmoskon sick. “You should watch what you say Vanreich for your comparing someone with no proof to someone who has an equal point that you’re to blind to accept.”

It was then that the Quincy began to speak of a story of a wolf with white fur that felt alone in his own pack. Asmoskon knew what the metaphor was it was painfully obvious and just annoying to listen to at this point. Why hadn’t this Vanreich accepted the point already Asmoskon was never going to join there blind society and serve a man that was only loyal to himself he’d die before such a thing occurred. Although the Vanreich might not have deserved such a respectful offer Asmoskon had stayed seated while he continued on his rant of a story. It was so obvious to Asmoskon that this man was just blinded to the truth to the facts that he had just told him like his mind was forced to go against what a logical neutral person would be able to see. No he was brainwashed like a child believing whatever a mother told them. The only thing the separated him from Asmoskon though was Asmoskon had experienced the Shinigami himself and seen that what his grandfather told him was the truth not blind lies like those of the Emperor.

Once again this Quincy spoke with arrogance and disrespect something that truly was growing tiresome for Asmoskon to deal with when such a thing he felt was unforgivable. As the Quincy asked him once again if he was going to join the Vanreich Asmoskon could help himself from standing from the seat that he had occupied and walking a few paces towards the small kitchen area. His hands were still crossed over his chest as he walked making it appear as he was thinking over the opinions when in truth Asmoskon never was going to join a blind empire that functions like that of a cult. After a few moments Asmoskon turned and stared at the Quincy his stern eyes glaring into the dark pits of a blind soul. “You’ve wasted your time by coming here. Please if you’d be so kind as to leave this first meeting with respect that’d be presentable. However, if you plan to take me down or bring me back like your empire has done to the hundreds before me then you’re best off with the first opinion. Like I stated prior I’m not one of you nor will I ever be. I’m not blind to my color or my path. It’s your empire who has been blindfolded by the Farmer.”

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This was....a regrettable outcome. Gerald was usually confident in his ability to persuade individuals of the glory of the Emperor, but every so often diplomacy failed. And when diplomacy failed, it's cousin, Violence, had to take the stage and convince the fools that originally chose to ignore the word of the wise. This was a circumstance where Violence was required, because the renegade Quincy Asmoskon chose not to listen to the gospel truth that Gerald was informing him.

However, this wasn't a normal scenario where Gerald could simply chose to beat Asmoskon down until he meekly agreed to join the Vandenreich. The Renegade had scorned the Emperor multiple times, repeatedly. He had insulted the word of The Emperor, called him a human, called him a coward, and said that he would never bow to him. Of course, many had said such things, and then recanted later once they realized the true mistake in such statements, but Gerald realized Asmoskon wasn't like the many.

No, the Renegade was right. He wasn't a normal individual. He wasn't the type of Quincy who would ever join the Vandenreich. He would reject the Emperor to his dying breath. He would fight against them to the end, and do his very best to dismantle the Vandenreich, resisting all attempts at conversion. And this was a pity, because Gerald thought that the Black Quincy had it in him to be a wonderful chap, and a loyal soldier. But capture wasn't an option, the only choice that lay ahead of them was how to kill the Renegade.

And Gerald considered it for a moment, although to Asmoskon it would appear that he was simply considering the final speech that Asmoskon gave. With a simple nod, Gerald stood up, hands raised, in a sign of surrender. "In that case, brother, I will respect our original agreement. I will depart at once, and peacefully. In fact, I recognize that you likely do not trust me, in which case I will not make any sudden movements. I am going to pick up my bow, and throw it outside. I will only hold it for a short period of time, and only with my left hand, so that I cannot fire it."

And so he did as he said, throwing the bow casually outdoors, the motion clean and simple. He raised his hands once again, wincing as he heard the bow clatter on the ground. He'd get it cleaned when he returned back to the Vandenreich base. But it was important that he showed the Renegade that he had no intention of fighting. "Asmoskon, I hope to see you in the future, hopefully once you come to your senses. You seem like a quality individual." And with that, he turned, and walked out the door, stepping to the side to pick up the bow.

By stepping to the side, he would put a wall in between himself and Asmoskon. With that, the Quincy would no longer be able to tell where he was. Of course, if he had tried to lift the bow and fire it, the energy would have been easy for the Quincy to detect and react. So, that wasn't the plan. However, Gerald had fulfilled the nature of his agreement: that he would leave if Asmoskon listened to his story. But he hadn't specified that he wouldn't return. And indeed he planned on it.

Oh great Emperor, I beg of your assistance on this battlefield. For we have a foe before us who possesses strength such that he could become a foe of the Vandenreich. He could threaten the stability of the empire, of our people. Let me smite him down, with your holy might, so that he can never so much as breath in our direction again. He gave a short, and silent prayer to the Emperor, calling upon all of the Quincy lord's might. And then, he unleashed the greatest power bestowed on him by the Emperor.

Gerald's reiatsu drained out of his body, and coalesced around him. His gloves expanded into gauntlets made of a silvery grey metal, and then the reiatsu settled on the rest of his body, creating a set of armor, complete with a horned helmet. He had activated the Vandenreich technique known simply as Vollstandig, and would unleash the wrath of god upon the Renegade. However, despite his mighty appearance, Asmoskon wouldn't be able to appreciate it. Why?

Because the nature of Vollstandig meant that anyone of inferior spiritual Class to Gerald simply couldn't perceive him. They couldn't see him, they couldn't hear him, smell him, sense his energy, or anything of the sort. Gerald was invisible to Asmoskon. Asmoskon didn't even have the energy sensory to perceive Gerald's absence, and didn't have the line of sight to have noticed Gerald vanish. So now, now it was time to end this fight. Simply put, Gerald was going to kill the Quincy, and there was nothing that the Renegade could do to stop him.

Gerald strode back into the room, taking care not to touch the door. He avoided it, and walked right next to Asmoskon, who would likely be sitting in the same place, given less than thirty seconds had past. Stepping next to him, Gerald gazed upon him, learning his memories, feelings, fears, as well as his thoughts, now that he had the energy sensory to do so. Intriguing. Gerald's memorization capabilities would prove useful now that he had this raw data.

Regardless, knowing everything about Asmoskon wasn't important right now. The important thing was what was about to occur. Gerald reached down, given he was half a foot taller than the boy, and seized him by the throat. Gerald right now was roughly as strong as a tractor, whereas Asmoskon possessed the strength of a teenager who had skipped PE far too often. With that said, lifting Asmoskon up by the throat was easy. Crushing his throat slowly was even more so. This fight was over. Asmoskon was going to die.

Reiatsu: 0/4500
Vollstandig Posts: 1/10

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{"Vollstandig Stats"}
Str: 80 (240)
Spe: 250 (750)
SpPr: 230 (450)
RS: 300 (900)
Ins: 125 (600)
Sens: 125 (300)
ES: 800
HE: 0

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