I'm A Quincy [JT, Ask To Join]

[Ruhe Krieger]

Was it wrong to say that a girl like Ruhe could be afraid like any other child despite having powers that allowed her to transcend them? She had been exploring the libraries of Cochem for quite some time, and with that revelation, she had found herself reading through texts of the Emperor, of the quincy techniques long left behind and their training, and of the glove she now wore about her hand, a training device for her arrows and reiatsu. She had learned to manifest a cross. She had learned that the Emperor had created the Quincy to protect them from the evils of the Hollows that killed and devoured humans, starting off as a brand of humans who could see them, were aware of them, and were powerless to defend themselves.

She had learned that by killing them in a sense, it broke the barrier between life and death itself. In other words, Ruhe Krieger had analyzed through the passing of time that in a sense, the Emperor was indeed a god, and the Quincy, his children were supposed to be his hands, his angels, and his devout followers all the same. It was why she learned that Quincy could be made from others, to those that would accept his gift, and that she herself had been blessed with his power. For that reason, and because she was a weak and powerless soul did she pray to the god Emperor. To grant her strength, the will to survive another year. To become an even greater Quincy for her self defense and with it, she had denounced her previous faith.

Or rather perhaps had simply believed that God was the Emperor to begin with. She kneeled in the library, the hidden place being her place of sleep, her dinery at times, and her place of great comfort as she struggled to read the archaic texts left behind. With all of this knowledge, she had found that the Shinigami in terms of the biased literature were a structure of beings that killed Hollows, but only to perpetuate the cycle of life and death. For what reason this order was so important to them, she did not know. Was eternal life in a paradise without worry of death the thing that humanity, all of humanity sought for? Was that not why people believed in a God?

Ruhe as a growing little girl asked herself these questions, and slowly, she felt herself slowly becoming devout to the Emperor. When she had prayed for the hunt and he granted it to her, she felt blessed. When she had prayed for another day of peace in the ruins of the Quincy, she had received it. When she had prayed to her God, she felt as if she would not go insane from the loneliness of living in these old halls with no voice other than her own. For a long time, Ruhe did not speak so much as thought in her prayers. She didn’t recognize her voice anymore. That was because Ruhe was dead. In its place was a new daughter of the Emperor, albeit tainted and unclean in nature despite her pure Quincy blood. She was a disgrace to her people.

She slowly held her hands together this morning and went onto her knees before her breakfast of nuts, and fruits both dried and fresh, as well as a small bit of meat. The small garden she had been growing outside of Cochem was nice, and she appreciated the Emperor had granted her blessings with the seeds. ‘I thank the Emperor for the food I am to partake into my body. Let it nourish me and let it be filling. Thank him for the comfort I have in this shelter, and the knowledge he has allowed me to have, and the goodness of my heart.’ She slowly kisses her cross, and then smiles brightly before slowly blowing on her flame cooked potato, slowly biting into it with a sprinkle of salt as she slowly steps outside for the day, her now lengthy blonde hair blowing in the wind with blue at the tips.

It was in these moments as Ruhiger Krieger formed her spiritual bow in her palms that she focused ahead of herself, her eyes drawn as she sucked in Reiatsu from the rich environment where her Quincy ancestors may have once lived that she slowly speaks. Her white and blue gloves clenched firmly as she takes preparation. “Lezt Stil.” She looks momentarily surprised by the sound of her voice, but then moves on in search of the hunt. There were patrols to be done or hunts to pursue. She was proud to say she was a Quincy. With that established, she never imagined she’d ever see them again. Unless of course they already had eyes and ears monitoring her and her current...growth.

[Amare Mori]

The spiritual world was a strange place, and those with spiritual connections often experienced strange things. Whether it was some masked monsters the size of minivans roaming around your neighborhood at night, looking for fresh souls to consume, or seeing black robed samurai sprinting around in the air and shooting lightning from their fingertips like they were Darth Sidious or something. If you were really lucky you might even see a werecow! In this world of swords, sorcery and weird shit, you'd think the world would slowly become less absurd to you, and things would stop surprising you. Mod Souls, Fullbringers, Quincy, and various other spiritually attuned races that dwelt in the Human World dealt with this sorta thing all the time, so you'd think it'd become mundane at some point, right? That at some point you'd just go: "Oh it's that sorta thing again." But even then, the spiritual world had ways of surprising you.


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--" THUD

And boy, it was generally a surprise when a young adult, in a black muscle shirt, jeans, hiking boots and a fingerless glove just falls out of the sky in front of you, splatting on the ground. He hit the ground about twenty feet in front of Ruhe, with no apparent warning besides the scream that came seemingly out of nowhere. He hadn't seemed to have fallen out of any tree or anything. No if he was to have fallen out of anything it was probably the black rift in the sky, about eighty feet overhead. If Ruhe glanced up, she'd happen to chance a sight at something else falling out behind Amare. Something that gleamed in the sunlight as it began to fall to Earth as well, shortly before the rift sealed itself back up.

"Ooo, ow.... that hurt..." Amare lifted his face, with a groan of pain. For falling that amount of distance-- a fall that should have killed a normal man, Amare seemed... surprisingly alright. His vision looked a bit like he was crosseyed, and there was dirt on his face from the impact. Even a couple minor cuts on his face. But mostly alright. "Hooo... that was... I don't even know what that was..." He murmured as he stumbled to his feet, looking quite shaky. He slapped his face once or twice to help get himself focused up and began to look around. "Hold on. Where was.... why are.... grass.... trees? And--" His eyes settled on Ruhe, and his face was touched by a pink tinge. SHIT! Did I just... And then I.... Aww... I just looked like a dumbass in front of a cute girl. That is so uncool! He mentally groaned. "Eh, umm... well. Hello there. Sorry to drop in like that." He said to Ruhe. There was a brief pause.

Drop in!? DROP IN!? Did you seriously just say that!? Amare Mori you IDIOT. How the hell do you think up lines like that! That was so uncool! Holy hell man, you have GOT to work on your damn game, that was pathetic. Amare mentally chastised himself. But it was fine, it was fine! He'd fix it. He brushed himself off and leaned slightly against a tree with his arms crossed. Nailed the pose at least.

Aaaand then a sword fell from above and embedded itself in the front directly in front of Amare, causing him to leap up like a startled cat with a loud "YIPE!" of shock and alarm. Fantastic Amare. Fantastic. You are making a complete ass of yourself in front of this girl. Good freaking job. Geeze that's so uncool. Amare shook his head and coughed politely, retrieving the sword from the ground, and trying to wipe the blade with a bit of his shirt. "I uhh.... I mean hello there! My name is Amare Mori! I don't err... suppose... you could tell me... where I am?" He asked, his face getting more and more crimson with every passing second, and a look of absolute defeat crossing his features.

[Ruhe Krieger]

The spiritual world was absurd at best and outright murderous at worst. Threatening to kill those that were aware of it, and sometimes people that weren't aware of it either. However, when a man had come literally falling from the heavens and crashing down before her while she was on her walk to explore the ruins again, what Amare might see was Ruhe, in the background, shaking like a leaf in the wind with blank dishplate eyes, and an awkward smile. Not the kind of smile you'd get as in happy, but more like scared out of your mind as a human artillery shell crashes down before you. After all, who wouldn't be afraid of that?

Then, it was the sword that popped in front of him, and with it, Ruhe's eyes snap to the shining blade before she almost instinctively clenched her hands and focused her reiatsu. She would have focused her bow right then and there, that is until...he asked where he was. Perhaps...he didn't know she was a Quincy? The little girl looks ahead and listens to him speak before nodding his head. "You're in the woods of Germany. The southern edge of the Black Forest if I recall..."

She ignores the fact that there's the ruins of a castle and it's square along the general region, and with it, she holds her hand along her cross, to clench on it like a lifeline as she looked at him, as if to collect her heart, but in reality, it was to draw more Reiatsu in from the spiritually rich environment. A place where Hollows apparently lingered, and where a civilization of Quincy once lived. The energy filled her, and honestly, sometimes she needed the energy more than she would know.

It was a necessity to save herself from Hollows, especially more powerful ones that might linger with the desire to consume her. Yes, they were a nasty bunch, they were, and with it, she had looked upon the man's sword. It wasn't a Katana, that was something she noticed, and she had never met a Shinigami or read about Shinigami that didn't have Katana. Of course, she read about what was their Shikai, but she had still never heard of a Shinigami's base blade not being a Katana. Was that the truth?

She couldn't be sure. She looked shy, sheepish, and she made herself look smaller if that was possible, looking down at the ground, her hair a mix of blonde with slight blue tinges left from her former dye. Her identity was shedding to make a new Ruhe. If...that even made any sense. Maybe it didn't. "R-Ruhe. My name is Ruhe." She was worried to even give him a surname, thinking that he very possibly would have killed her if her family surname was recognizeable. 

[Amare Mori]

Amare stared for a moment. Then gave a loud, awkward laugh. "Th-that's funny miss! G-Germany?" He exclaimed, the look on his face anything but relieved. "Th-that's a joke right? I'm not in Germany! I was just training at a park in Japan! I'm not halfway... around the.... world..." Amare slowly took in the trees recognizing that these trees around him weren't native to Japan at all, and definitely looked like they belonged in a more European climate. "Ahaha..... Oh boy." The color was draining out of Amare's face rapidly as he fought the urge to panic.

"Ahh.... M-Miss Ruhe.... Where.... is the nearest airport?" Amare asked, as he began to sweat bullets. "I'm... not supposed to be here. Oh... Oh man. This is not good. E-even being in the company of a cute girl like you isn't taking away from how bad this situation is. I don't have my phone on me and I'm supposed to go to work tomorrow... Oh geeze, oh man." Amare commented, looking like he was on the verge of a panic attack, his breathing growing frantic. He flicked his sword and the weapon turned into a long white scarf which Amare flicked his wrist and caused it to wind around his neck with what looked like surprising ease. This was the sort of thing Amare had practiced for hours in the past, mastering the art of throwing on his scarf in the most appropriately cool looking manner. Along with removing it in an equally cool, and swift manner without accidentally strangling himself. Yes, he was actually the kind of guy who spent hours trying to find the most "cool" way to put on and take off a scarf. Ohhh boy.

"I umm... I'm sorry if I'm coming off as rude I just didn't think I'd turn up in... Germany. Today." Amare's voice was rather deflated as he tried to explain his awkward situation to Ruhe. "I uhh.... Like I said, I'm sorry for dropping in like that." YOU DUMBASS YOU SAID THAT STUPID LINE AGAIN "Uhh... you look nice today, Miss Ruhe." He added, with an artificial note of familiarity in his voice.

[Ruhe Krieger]

When called a cute girl, Ruhe's eyes widened for a moment, and with it, she flushes, her cheeks turning a light pink as she looks upon the odd man before her. She was cute? Her eyes looked cutely at the floor, drifting to the left as she lightly rubs her left arm. "Umm...I'm not too sure. I think it'd be a long drive though to the nearest one. That, and the bus I think isn't coming today. You're in a small town. More on the rural side sir." That said and done, she felt bad that she wasn't much help.

When looking upon the scarf, she could find that the man...probably wasn't a Shinigami then based on what she remembered reading about them. They held swords on them yes, but not scarves that turned into swords. As the man talks about how he needed to get back home, to work, and various other issues regarding his sudden teleportation, she looks at the man nervously before deciding to be a good samaritan in this instance. She momentarily hops on along and with it, she once far enough utilizes "Movement" to blur and move from one spot to another, and return in short order with a can.

A peanut brittle can, and with it, slowly presents the man with it. Upon opening it, he would find an odd assortment of bills and coins totaling about three hundred fifty some odd Euro. "It might be enough to get you home sir. It's not much but...it's all I have." She speaks shyly, meekly, and with it, she realized that other than the odd trips into town, this was quite possibly the first human on human in depth interaction she's had since her meeting with the Vandenreich Quincy.

"I just had a small breakfast but...if you're hungry, I could make something for us. Ehrm...I don't have much for drinks, but I have some drink powder mix, as well as Coffee." She suggests to the man with a small curl upwards of the lips of a shy girl living the life of a bushman in the middle of the woods near the ruins of a destroyed ruin of a castle and its surrounding teeming wilderness. It for all intents and purposes was her home now, a place she'd gotten to know fairly well.

She knew the spots of tasty berries, and which ones were safe to eat and not. She knew and made friends with the small animals and birds, and knew where to fish if she so wanted it, and knew how wonderful the place could be in its serenity. She knew the beds of flowers that comforted her with their vibrant colors. Those were the times Ruhe truly smiled, having gained an appreciation for accomplishing things on her own. Yet, she felt almost foreign and uncomfortable when presented with a new resident. A friend maybe even daresay. "Japan...a far place." 

[Amare Mori]

Amare smiled chivalrously at Ruhe (at least he thought he was) as he saw her face flush at his words. Aha! It was only natural for a fair maiden to respond that way to Karakura's Knight! As Ruhe put that behind her and resumed talking. Amare tried to focus on her words, as he pondered. "That's alright! I umm... Okay, so... Small town, and uhh... How long a drive are we talking? Twenty miles? Thirty?" He asked. If he remembered right, Germany wasn't that big a country. Or at least if he remembered his geography right it wasn't that huge. But, with Amare's attitude around women, he wasn't so absorbed in his own thought processes to miss as Ruhe kept talking to him. "Like I can probably figure out what to do even without a bus, I just need to know which way."

Aaaand then Ruhe disappeared from before his eyes. Amare's eyes widened in amazement as Ruhe suddenly returned. "That-- that was...." Amare stared. "You can use Sonido!" He exclaimed at her. "No... wait. There wasn't that weird staticky sound. But there also wasn't a flash of light like when Kazura-sensei does it either...." Amare seemed genuinely perplexed for a moment, before noticing that Ruhe was offering him some money. There was a pause. And then Amare's mind erupted into a silent scream. Oh no! Please no! She's pitying me! I'm so incompetent and uncool that she's actually pitying me!? How! How does that happen! AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! THIS IS SO UNCOOL! THIS GIRL I JUST MET IS TAKING PITY ON ME!! While inside, Amare screamed in horror, and was a sobbing mess, all that happened on the outside was his face momentarily froze. "A-ah... You know... Umm.... That's alright. Thank you Miss Ruhe, but ahh.... I'm sure I can work something out. I don't need to take your hard earned money or anything."

When she offered breakfast, however, Amare was about to try to refuse that as well. Unfortunately, for Amare, his own body betrayed him. No sooner had he opened his mouth to refute Ruhe's kind offer, but a snarling growl rumbled out from his stomach. Amare paused for a moment, his face going pink with embarrassment. Then opened his mouth to speak again, only to be interrupted by another protestation of his empty stomach. "....You know what. ....Breakfast.... would be fine. Thank you Miss Ruhe. I'm so, so, so, so, so, so sorry for the intrusion though!" Amare quickly stammered out. "I'll probably need some energy though if I'm going to run to the airport from here." He added.

[Ruhe Krieger]

"Sonido?..." She asks, unsure of what he meant upon her return. She saw the man's awed expression, and with it, she couldn't say she had ever heard of it before. She saw his expression of somewhat frozen appearance, and with it, she slowly nods her head. "It's my pleasure to have someone to eat with." She had craved human interaction in her time in isolation, and she was eager to lead him to rest. Before long, the prospect of roasted meat was evident, wrapped in plant, and coated in coal.

She rested a pan with some oil atop these coals, and in it was the prospect of eggs. For their drink, they would share tang orange drink. She already seemed eager to pack the man a small amount of toffee and nuts for his trip as well as prepare him drink. "I'm honestly not too sure sir." She responds softly, as she lightly flips the egg with her flipping stick, hearing the sizzling with satisfaction. "It's a long way..." She proceeds to note, slowly rolling her head, looking to the east.

"It's a long way to Berlin. Though you might find a bus stop along the way." That said, she proceeded to slowly look him up and down. "Umm...are you okay? How did you...get here exactly?" She didn't know of many men that fell from the sky, and with it, she seemed to be curious on the dubious matter of his origin. "You're not a normal human. So." Her eyes seemed to have a mix of curiosity and yet also a bit of fear in them, though she tried not to rudely show that.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to imply you aren't normal. It's just well, you're special." Stoking the coals with her stick, she seemed to play around with the idea in her mind that the world was full of all sorts of abnormal people. All sorts of people with powers, abilities, and oddities that she probably didn't understand in any regard. "I'm grateful you're here. Trust me. It's been a long while since I've seen a face in these woods. Not counting when I head to town."

"The masked beasts live here. They seem to gravitate here. You should be careful. Whenever you decide to go. I don't want anyone to get hurt."