And the Snakes Start To Sing [Free RP, "JT"]

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

Neatly hitting a stack of paper against her desk, Priscilla watched as each of the sheets began to line up with one another, neatly falling into a stack. Humming softly to herself all the while, and placing the stack to the side, the Quincy placed her hands on the edge of her desk, and simply pushed back. As her chair began to roll back, she promptly stood up, almost with a bounce, and looked down toward her desk. Doing a quick once-over with her uniform, she made sure for the fifteenth time that she wasn't missing anything.

Today was going to be a rather interesting day. That much, she was absolutely sure of. It had ben somewhere around a week at this point since she'd sent out a notice to others that shared her position that she'd like to schedule a quick meeting - nothing incredibly serious, for the most part a simple meet-and-greet to get to know the new faces within the organization, but likely with a small side of business-conversation. After all, a rather serious situation seemed to be brewing within Karakura Town; the more aid that could be put together for such an event, the better.

Running through her 'introduction' in her heads a few times, Priscilla did what she could to mentally prepare herself for what was to come. Despite knowing about each Captain Supervisor within the organization, there were quite a few that she hadn't known personally. Quite a few that she found herself rather invested in meeting today. She only hoped it would all go well.

As she continued to wander through the halls of the Silbern, a small stack of papers under her arm, she found herself glancing to the side every now and again, softly smiling as she observed the small groups of Quincy congregating around, simply enjoying their time. If nothing else, it brought a smile to her face. It made her think of her own times within these halls; her own time meeting with Amalia, and her raising in the Ranks under His Majesty. Such a blast to the past found her quickly distracted.

As she continued to take her own leisurely walk down toward the meeting halls, the Quincy did what she could in order to quickly recollect just which one she'd requested to reserve for the day. Shouldn't've been too far away from where she was, thankfully. And, if all went well, everything should've been fairly well set-up as it was. At least, that's how it should've been, per her requests. Whether or not that was actually the case remained to be seen.

Thankfully though, as she pressed open the doors to the hall, a relieved sigh resounded from the girl. Glancing around, it seemed that everything was fully prepared. Various food items from meals to snacks had been laid out across multiple tables, allowing for easy access to most everything. Toward the center, a clean, and purposefully empty table rested, lined with neat leather chairs.

"Everything looks... Quite wonderful," Priscilla said, not making an effort to hide her smile, "seems you really outdid yourself this time, Viktoria, I'm quite impressed." As she finished speaking, the only other person currently in the room immediately bowed her head. Looking back up toward Priscilla, the girl - presumably named Viktoria - began to speak. "Thank you, Sternritter Krantz! Since your request was received yesterday, I've been working non-stop in order to make sure everything was prepared for your meeting today!"

A soft chuckle sounding from Priscilla, she couldn't help but smile. "Well, like I've said in the past, you're quite a wonderful help. I'll be putting in another good word for you with Supervisor Scholz." Walking inside, and slowly making her way toward one of the chairs in the center, Priscilla gently placed her notes down on the table. "You're free to exit, Viktoria," she spoke softly, "we can talk about a potential promotion after I'm finished up here." Wordlessly, yet practically bubbling with excitement, Viktoria found her way out of the room, hastily leaving from Priscilla's suggestion.

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A week prior . . .

Meredith had been patrolling around her castle, inspecting the structure as much as she was allowing her senses to take in the energy of those who she passed. The howling wind and the sounds of her feet clicking against the hardened ice were the main sounds that accompanied her. This was in part due to the fact she was patrolling in the evening, most of the regiment were asleep to ensure ample fighters should something occur. The few that were up however were making their rounds in addition to other minor taskings their immediate supervisors had given. Meredith gave only quiet nods as her subordinates walked past her. Even her pet seemed to be asleep as it had remained still while she had it wrapped around her neck like a scarf.

One could almost mistake it for a curious scarf were it not for the fact the antenna wiggled around every once in a while. Her pet in question was a specially crafted weapon that current resided in its Battle Form, a large centipede with a dark black body and teal legging / antenna. She was always silently amused that for such a cold environment the pet was always warm. She'd have to give her thanks to its maker later as it turned out wearing it like a scarf was both protective and satisfying. Her thoughts strayed from her pet as she felt something change, nothing to be concerned about as a messenger was appearing through a shadow at the entrance of the castle. The entrance was typical protocol however she was curious as to why someone would arrive so late in the evening.

Deciding to look into the matter herself she walked until she was near an empty room. With no use for it as of yet, the room was dark and empty. Perfect for her to use to reach the entrance of the castle. Only a few seconds after stepping into the room and closing the door, did she reappear at the guardhouse near the entrance. From there she let out a small pulse of her energy to alert her guards, as well as the visitor, who was around. She smiled to herself as she could almost "see" the additional tension in their energy. One day, they'd learn to relax when she made her presence known, but for now she'd simply not mention it. It took another few minutes to walk to the checking area but once she'd made it she glanced around the room. Her men were mildly nervous, both by her presence and by the presence of a messenger so late in the evening.

She raised a hand and then lowered it back to her side. She "saw" their heads shake in a "Yes" motion. From there the subordinate closest to the messenger motioned him toward her. The messenger grabbing his bag and pulling out the letter specifically addressed for her walked up quickly and saluted her. Meredith returned the salute before speaking. "Please read me the message. Once finished hand it to one of my men so I can review it later. Afterwards you're free to stay for the evening or continue your duties if they are urgent." She gave the messenger a small smile as she listened. The messenger gulped for a moment before opening the letter, he was more than mildly creeped out by her pet despite her small efforts to ease his concern.

"Dearest Meredith, I hope this letter finds you well, it's been entirely too long since we last spoke. However, pleasantries are not the reason I'm writing to you today, instead I'm humbly requesting that you join myself and a few others for a meeting in the Silbern a week from today. The main purpose of this meeting to begin to build connections and ties however there is also a concern I have that requires your input. Though this is a secondary goal it is no less important. Please, attend if you can open your schedule for it. If I must make it an order I will, though I suppose you knew that didn't you? I look forward to seeing you at the meeting. Sincerely, Sternritter H - The Huntress, Priscilla."

Meredith actually smiled to herself as she listened to the letter. Not terribly surprised that Priscilla had made Sternritter. It was only a matter of time in her eyes. She would have to congratulate her upon actually arriving at this meeting, though she'd need to talk to her immediate subordinates to ensure things could be rescheduled to accommodate. Priscilla may have been playful about it, but she would push the envelope if she didn't join. Meredith shook her head before looking back at the messenger. She spoke to him with a new twinkle in her eyes. "I understand. Thank you. Please, get some rest if you can." She'd then turn to the guard closest to her. "Evrik, make sure that letter reaches my desk or my Admin's desk. I will need it tomorrow morning." With her orders given, Meredith walked back to the shadow she came from so she could continue her patrol. All the while wondering just who she'd meet.


Day of the meeting . . .


Meredith stepped out a shadow in what she believed to be Priscilla's specific wing of the Silbern castle. Now that she was a sternritter and a captain supervisor no less, Meredith was certain she had another hallway or two of subordinates. She of course couldn't be certain but that's why she had Evrik with her. Given he could see, he was a perfect accompanying subordinate to ensure she was brought to the meeting room. While the Silbern may have been created with reiatsu infused material that didn't mean she could "see" the walls beyond slabs of speckles. Let alone read any plates or other signs that denoted the floor and section she was in. She then looked at Evrik and nodded, a silent prompt to direct her where she was needed.

Having come for a formal event Meredith had decided she needed to be in her formal quincy uniform. She was meeting others who were handpicked by Priscilla, who was now a Sternritter. She needed to look the part of a Captain Supervisor if she could help it. Thus, her uniform was as follows: Black high leather boots with the laces tightened the tops of which had some of her robes tucked into them. The robes she wore were modified to be in the form of Buddhist 3-fold robes. The major difference being that the overall cloth color was a dark navy blue, and the outline and accompanying color was black. This included her sash. As the Silbern was not under an ice storm, like her castle typically was she chose to refrain from an additional cloth to cover both her shoulders, instead choosing the allow her left shoulder and arm to be uncovered. Her right shoulder however was covered and tucked into her sash to hold in place.

Her centipede pet however had made itself comfortable around her neck with both ends of its body laying over her chest. Until she started walking inside the castle. The centipede head, having never been within was curious and looked around constantly moving its head left and right. As for her face and hair, Meredith was simple. No makeup aside from a dark red-brown lipstick, a simple pair of silver water drop earrings, and her spirit fragment gem on her forehead. Her hair was in a state of controlled chaos. This was because a portion of her hair was braided down behind her head and reached the beginning of her upper back. Meanwhile the rest of her hair was wiry and resting where it laid, though it was all pushed behind her shoulders with it reaching only an inch and some change further beyond her braid.

It took Evrik about 15 minutes and a few questions to direct Meredith to the meeting room. He motioned her towards the door, opening it for her. Meredith quietly spoke her thanks to Evrik and reminded him to stay outside so that they could return together once the meeting was over. He nodded and gave a "Yes Ma'am." before closing the door behind her. Meredith took a moment to focus her energy sensing to refine the room as a whole. This let her see Priscilla's spiritual core and its branching pathways throughout her body as well as started to give mildly more defined shapes to the various clumps of reiatsu speckles around the room. Between the vague outline of a table and silverware and the smell of fresh and warm food Meredith could put together that there was a significant number of refreshments in addition to the fresh flower decor.

Meredith took a moment to make sure she got a good overall "view" of the room before she made her way towards Priscilla. She started with a bow before looking her in the eye and smiling softly at her. "Congratulations on your advancement, Priscilla. The emperor chose well to have you as one of his favored. My thanks as well for the "invitation", it's been quite some time since I last "saw" the Silbern. I also seem to be the first guest to arrive. Is there somewhere specific you want me to sit at or is this less formal? If you recall, I still have trouble "seeing" objects aside from outlines. Even if they're spiritually refined." Meredith took another glance towards the table and tried her best to see if there were any specific signs to take note of, but it seemed empty and thus looked back at Priscilla with a very mildly questioning glance, namely a singularly raised eyebrow.

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{Details to note}
Meredith is blind and thus her eyes are incredibly clouded, though the pupil is still noticeable by an outline. The clouding is dark grey.

Her spirit fragment is her forehead jewel.

She is 5ft, 4in tall and her frame is very thin. Near skin and bones due to her physical age of appearance.

Most of her expressions are very minor and thus Priscilla will have the easiest time telling them due to multiple prior interactions. Her "smiling" for example, is basically the sides of her mouth poking upwards as opposed to being a straight line.

[Ruhe Krieger]

Ruhiger Krieger. She had spent some time within the rankings of the Vandenreich. For a youth such as herself, there are those that might have called her a prodigy. Having been exposed to great stresses in her life, there was no past for Krieger. Only the now. Private Krieger. Having settled with a short education trial period regarding the Emperor, the history of the Quincy people, as well as the warring struggled they now faced, the young thirteen year old was more solemn. It was hard not to be in such a shadowy, wispy world.

An official part of the military, she often found herself isolated. In her field practices, she had performed quite splendidly. Expected for a child of her age perhaps. Her field officer told her that it was a shame that she wasn't trained to have her gift harnessed since her youngest days. One might have only wondered how far she might have come if that alternative path were the truth. It wasn't. Instead, she found herself harnessing her skills, and in private. More often than not.

For she wished to be in such a position where she might climb the ranks and find a comfortable position, but not so fast, and so blatant to the point where they would place her on the front lines where fighting was thickest and hardest. So far, she pretended to be about as good as a private. A private with promise, but around that level. Her days training with the regiment had left her able to think little, to fall into the bliss of monotony. That was, until she passed field training. Then, she was brought and assigned to a Sternritter.

Sternritter Krantz. On standby, she was always prepared for some form of conflict. While she waited, she grew. She was always getting closer seemingly, to some sort of metamorphosis, some sort of epiphany change. The little girl seemed out of place in this world of veterans. However, when confronted by her peers, she spoke devoutly about the Emperor, the Quincy cause. She spoke not too much, and not too little, and always with cordial respect for her superiors. Who could complain about Private Krieger? Sweet, and cute Krieger?

She stood, in her white military uniform. Hands smoothed down along her knee length dress as she looked upon the same people that Krantz did just moments ago. They were all some cog in a machine. Rising firmly, she clenches the Quincy cross around her neck. Feeling herself invigorated with energy. One might wonder what the brewing conflicts of soon might bring.

[Lucien Dantes]

Lucien was as ever, the image of a model soldier. He was dutiful and prompt. When summoned by a superior officer, he would arrive as expediently as could be. When given orders he would carry them out to the letter. And when he was at attendance, his Vandenreich uniform was maintained and kept crisp, clean and without so much as a single crease in the fabrics. Such was how he found himself now, advancing through the hallways of the Emperor's Citadel, to address a meeting of tremendous importance, adorned in his blindingly white Vandenreich uniform. Golden eyes sweeping the hallways. Yes, they were in the heart of the Emperor's power, but that did not mean vigilance ever had cause to slack. There were other threats to the Vandenreich than mere enemies. Lack of discipline. Lack of faith. Traitors. The beginnings of vigilance started from within.


Lucien was relatively certain he knew what was on the agenda today. Even if it wasn't what he suspected, his own reconnaissance into Karakura Town needed to be addressed. Lucien marched with purpose, taking note of a blonde haired Private as he made his way to Priscilla's quarters, stopping at last before the Sternritter's door. Lucien checked his uniform, and straightened his back. So far, so good. He wasn't feeling his illness attack just yet. Hopefully it would stay that way. He politely knocked at the door. "Captain Supervisor Lucien Dantes reporting for duty." He stated formally and in a clear voice, before entering the room.

The moment Lucien entered Priscilla's office, the Vandenreich officer gave a respectful bow to Priscilla. "My lady Sternritter." He respectfully offered, before taking his position at the meeting table, standing at attention unless permitted to sit. "A pleasure to make your acquaintence." The Captain Supervisor also noted another Quincy present, whom he did not recognize, an older woman with a centipede around her neck. Curious, but not bearing immediate addressing. If there was a problem with that, he was sure Lady Priscilla would already have addressed it.

"May I inquire as to who else will be joining us for this meeting my Lady?" Lucien inquired as he examined the meeting room.

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

After a few moments of sitting down, running through her notes, Priscilla heard the door to the meeting room open. Looking over toward the door, she found herself pleasantly surprised from her first guest. Noticing Meredith walk in, Priscilla couldn't help but smile softly. As she listened to her speak, the Quincy stood up from her seat, and began to walk toward the confections that had been set out. "Your kind words are very much appreciated, Meredith," she spoke, her voice kept somewhat soft, "I'll admit I'm quite appreciative for everything His Majesty has done for me. As far as seating goes, it's very much your choice. If you'd like aid getting to a seat, you need only say the word, my dearest friend~"

As Priscilla shifted her focus back toward the tables in front of her, she began to pour herself a small cup of coffee. "Coffee?" she called out to the other Quincy in the room. If Meredith made a request for a cup, she'd jump on making it as she prepared her own. If there was another request for food or drink, Priscilla didn't have a problem fulfilling that as well. Given their history, she wasn't about to just let her vision-impaired try to figure things out on her own. That just wouldn't do.

Adding seven tablespoons of sugar to her own coffee, and preparing any requests Meredith might've made, she made her way back toward the meeting table. If her friend made a request, she'd be met with a simple "Here you are," before finding her own seat toward the head of the table. As the two sat, Priscilla mixing her own drink to make sure the rather noteworthy amount of sugar thoroughly dissolved in the coffee, she noticed that the door was knocked upon, with a voice she'd never actually heard before speak from the other side.

"Captain Supervisor Lucien Dantes reporting for duty."

"You may enter," she spoke softly, keeping a somewhat formal tone despite the very apparent excitement behind her voice. As the door was pulled open, she turned her head to make immediate note of the man standing in the doorway. As he entered, she couldn't help but smile. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance." Speaking up shortly after Lucien spoke, Priscilla responded to his words. "The pleasure's all mine, Supervisor Dantes. Though, I promise you there's no need for such formalities." Giggling, she continued. "Feel free to help yourself to any food or drink that might catch your eye. You're welcome to sit wherever you'd like, as well!"

As Lucien inquired about attendance, Priscilla sipped at her coffee, and responded in turn. "The invitation has been sent out to quite a number of Captain Supervisors, and two others of lesser Rank. Supervisor Meredith Shakti was the first to arrive amongst those invited, and I've received word that Supervisor Adolphe, and Supervisor Dietrich should be showing up at some point as well. A couple other Captain Supervisors have also received invitations, but I have yet to receive a response in return."

Placing her cup gently down on the desk, Priscilla began to sort through the small stack of papers she'd brought with her. "Regarding the other two, however, they pertain to the discussions I'd like to talk about when most have arrived. Lieutenant Soren von Stier has been requested to make an appearance, for showing exemplary work in his field as of late, and a Private Ruhiger Krieger has also been requested. I'd like her to observe and participate in the goings-on of today's meeting, much like our Late-Stern Ritter Paiva had done for me a number of years ago. I've a feeling it's going to be a good experience for her."

[Alexandre Adolphe]

A lit candle flickers at his side.

Drenched in the edges of sunlight peeking through from behind closed curtains in the furthest right-hand corner, the room that once held a constant fine layer of dust is no more. Now pristine and in use, a place rarely stepped within. As much as modern technology is nice, useful even for various purposes, sometimes he prefers the old methods. Of times long before this, when words sang not from electronic devices but from ink and quill. Something he uses now, not because the urge takes him so, but out of formality. Few others deserve such respect from him, but it is a request at best and an underlying threatening order at most and he has no such desire to incur the wrath of such a woman, not when such pleasant news had reached his ears barely a few weeks prior. As serious as such potential discussions might be, they are a secondary concern to him, his mind wanders instead to the when and why. A question he would no doubt have to ask in due time.

Flowing elegant script stops, quill set aside soundlessly. The small note sent away with barely a wave of his hand, to be delivered in place of him doing so personally, this at least he uses those under his command for. Safer then asking any of their kind that he could find. In the same moment the softly blooming flame has such an existence cut short. Blanketing the room in stillness and uneven darkness, as light tries to break through. Dust caught in those lingering sunbeams consume what little light breaks through, ignored in favor of quiet steps out of the room and down a short hallway. Stepping beyond that boundary makes him squint only briefly, too long spend in the darkness working. Late enough already, time passed so rapidly, things yet to be accomplished before leaving the safety of such a dwelling. More to keep in mind then other Quincy and their own goals, selfish as it may be, such military pursuits are put from his mind. To be dwelled upon another time, for the moment he has his own tasks to be completed. It was not just those in the Vandenreich that sought him out.

A week later...

Alexandre had always thought of himself as a man who kept his word, and as such, other obligations that day had been rearranged. Pushed aside as it were, or otherwise delayed in favor of accepting her request. Yet as it was not just the two of them, a certain level of formality was required, much to his own personal dismay. Nevertheless such formalities at times were a necessity, and this seemed to be one such day. No matter the slight frustration it brought to the surface, the emotion was quickly banished, to be cordial was the goal. Not appearing as he should, for one of his rank, would only cause issues and problems that could be avoided. A complication that could be avoided, so it would be. The purest of white draped over his shoulders, an overcoat littered with teal and gold embroidery, beneath that sat the same design in more simple attire of form fitting trousers and a mundane yet tailored shirt. The only stark contrast was that of the boots he wore, sleek in design and pitch black stopping just below the knee, made for comfort and use in combat across long hours. Though none such battle would be taking place today, not with weapons anyway, or at least that was the hope.

Stepping back into the Silbern, after being away for a few months, was a strange sensation. Darkness filtering out of his senses as a small gap of shadow closed and vanished from existence behind him, while his whole form realigned itself with being in a place that was so very different from the world he more often lived within. Colder for one, and far more dense spiritually. A sensation that took him a moment to adjust to, chilled digits reaching beneath layers, a touch to the cross that hung secure around his wrist. A brief comfort before he went on his way, not one to linger when there were things to be done. Finding his way despite the time spent away was never difficult, a mental map long since made and now having to be slightly adjusted due to the change in her status. Not a disadvantage per say, it merely required a new perspective and perhaps with this change new routes could be put in place. Both for him and others to quickly traverse this vast space so many Quincy called home.

"Would you look at that, the wolf still exists." Came an amused tone from his peripheral, soon falling into step beside him mere seconds later, a face he knew well and was hardly surprised by. A slightly shorter male with deep onyx hair and a look of focused bemusement, how he managed such an expression he would never quite come to understand. Nor bother to ask either - a pointless question - considering the situation. "Elias." A brisk confirmation and nothing more as the pair paced through the halls, passing very few. Most during this time of day already out on various tasks, the quietness soothing as he paced towards what would be somewhere new. For all parties involved he suspected, few could so easily enter the areas reserved for those of such status without a valid reason, it just so happened that he had such a reason today.

"Here, from last time." Even while walking, a small notebook or at least what seemed to be one was tossed in the air between them. Swiftly caught and tucked away, information to be looked over at a later date. A small nod his only show of understanding, gathering what they could was critical and though their time now was brisk it would do. "And today?" It was not truly a question, even phrased as such, but a statement. Things already put in place since he'd been made aware about this little gathering that she had set up. Some would go in blind, foolishly not prepare, he was not one of those people. Not after centuries of lies, deceit and betrayal. The Quincy here may all be loyal in one way or another, but trust was another matter entirely even between those that shared the same rank. Elias for his part, looked rather exasperated by the statement put to him. "Arranged as you instructed, why you decided now to come back remains a mystery though my lord." The title mocking, just as his expression was, enough to leave the elder sighing quietly.

"Occasionally I do have to act as befitting my status here Elias." Firm and to the point, though he made no attempt to stop the title given to him. Knowing the other would continue it regardless and others would follow that same example, frustrating but there were more important things to focus on then how his subordinates addressed him. The fact he had traveled here not briefly as he often did, and was in full uniform perhaps, more than telling enough that this wasn't just as social visit between his regular working hours. Elias meanwhile merely nodding in understanding, rare the act was, it was nice to see. "I wish you luck then, my lord." With a smile and a pat on the shoulder, the next moment the figure once in step beside him was gone. Drifting back into the shadows, to do as he'd been asked. Positive at the very least, that no questions were pressed upon him at the moment. While some small margin of his trust had been extended to her after centuries, the same did not apply to others that would be in attendance.

Caution would serve him well here, he knew that the moment he stepped inside. Various faces fell into his line of sight as the door slid shut behind him slowly, most thus far he knew, yet he knew there would be a few he'd never met until now. One such sight was the young girl Priscilla had briefly mentioned to him, Ruhe Krieger if his memory served him well, which it always did. Storm grey hues took in the scene, a short nod in greeting to Lucien as he passed by and pressed further into the room. Reaching those that in fact, he knew decently well, enough that a greeting fell from between his lips easily. "A pleasure to see you again Meredith, it has been too long." Friendly though they were, he could at least offer such a kernel of truth, speaking with her in the past had always been a rather enjoyable experience after all. A wealth of knowledge he did not possess and curiosity as it always did, bid him to try and learn what he could from her.

Once such a greeting was done, he soon turned to the reason why he was here to begin with. Coffee could wait until afterwards. Steps quiet and swift to her side, the corners of his mouth briefly pushed upwards. Something akin to pride dancing behind his gaze, of her accomplishments both new and old, she had long since outshone him in his eyes. "Congratulations mon chéri," he began in a soft and quiet tone, just enough for her and no other to listen to without obviously prying. His native tongue flowing like a gentle stream, words he had called her so many times. "but a word of caution, if I may. Do not let such power become all that you are, you are more than that." Or such was his belief. His mask soon falling back into place as he stepped away, to return her own space to her, and in turn to grab his own cup of coffee - ten tablespoons of sugar and all. A few long sips taken before he set the cup down upon the desk, in turn designating his own space within the lineup of chairs. To the right of Priscilla's own.

Only once set aside did he step across the room once more, approaching the young private and once close enough, kneeling down before her. To speak to the girl properly, to not loom over the child or frighten her by his sudden approach. A look of curiosity and understanding crossing his expression for just a moment before he spoke, he had seen young child here many a time and they each responded differently so he'd have to be careful. "Miss Krieger yes? It's very nice to meet you, I understand you're to be observing today, but if you have any questions you are more than welcome to ask me should you feel comfortable doing so." Something akin to kindness, an offer he had extended to everyone he had ever taught, be it here as a Quincy or in the World of the Living. An offer to learn, to ask, to seek knowledge as he still did to this day. With that said, he waited only a few beats more before standing and returning to where he had placed his coffee. Though not yet sitting down, taking the chance to drink while standing, before the remainder arrived and they began this meeting in earnest.

[Augustin Benedictus Dietrich]

Grease stains. On his uniform. Again. Augustin Benedictus took a deep breath and sighed just as deeply. He was supposed to go see that new Sternritter woman today. Pay respects or... something like that. It was obviously going to be some kind of to-do, as were all such functions in Silbern. He couldn't show up looking like this. He'd have to change his uniform. Grumbling as he modified the tension on a bolt in his engine, the tall man shook his head slightly. It was supposed to be a quick tinker. How had he been here this long? Speaking of which...

Benny looked up from the engine and peered at the clock from across his workshop. Oh. He was running late. Already. Ugh. He quickly tied a yellow ribbon to the engine bolt to mark his progress and vacated his worksite. Three times, he fought the urge to go back and finish. He really didn't want to go to this Sternritter's meeting, honored and respectable as she was or whatever. It was a quick jog up to his meager apartment. Despite that he was of rank to make one, ever since his failed conquest, he couldn't bring himself to raise an ice castle. Even though it had been hundreds of years now. Besides this, the ice didn't suit him well. Steel and concrete and grease were far better for a man like him.

He changed out of his uniform, took a quick shower with a degreaser shampoo and a beard conditioner, and made himself presentable again. Warm but calculating gold eyes gazed back at him from the mirror as he trimmed his beard. A little hair oil in his raven black twists. Calloused but gentle hands smoothed out his uniform's details. A medal for exemplary service, and another for long-term service. And there he was, Captain Supervisor Dietrich, stern and ready.

He looked at himself. There was no denying it. He could entirely not stand this. Regardless, it was time to go. Silbern and this Sternritter needed him. For something. Probably. He'd invented many things in his life, and designed many more. The Vandenreich always needed him. Some just didn't know it yet. Benny wasn't the sort to tell them that, though. He let his achievements speak for themselves.

Arriving in Silbern, Benny walked its icy halls, examining the other Quincy here from a distance. It was like some kind of utopia. They gathered and flocked into groups and teemed throughout the extensive palatial grounds. Soldiers, officers, and other stations alike, all in service to His Majesty the Emperor. Remembering that day, Benny shivered. He took his vape out of his pocket and drew a long drag. He suffered a brief wander of thought and soon found himself at the door to her meeting room. He took another long drag from the bulky pen and exhaled a frankly huge cloud of piña colada-scented vapor. Pocketing the pen with one hand, he rapped on the door with the other, announcing himself. "Captain Supervisor Dietrich, reporting." His voice had a hesitant quality, and a tone that was simultaneously respectful but casual. He didn't bark or project, he only spoke clearly, knowing that his baritone would carry easily through the door.

[Ruhe Krieger]

When summoned to observe, and before so many of those before her of higher station, she had humbly remained in her corner. At the side, and listening to the individuals speak before her. She was still a child after all, and in this instance, she was quite literally a child at the grown up's table. When she came, one might say she looked like a pretty girl, almost doll like. She wasn't sure if she should bow, or curtsy, but considering the safe answer? She saluted instead.

"Mein Sternritter." Before eventually, she settled in the back line. When approached eventually by the older Alexandre, she instinctively flinched for a moment when he knelt, and she raised a hand as if to defend herself. Though stopped. She let her hand fall back to her side. "Thank you sir." She spoke softly, looking small and fragile in a way, as young girls did. She was left soon to her devices. Surrounded by those above her. With each new addition to the meeting?

She rose her right hand to her head, giving a salute. Respecting the authority of those about her. She looked around the room at all the faces, and for a moment, she imagined something. Where would she be a year from now? Five years? The rest of her life? What did it mean to be in the Vreich long term? The little girl proceeded to shyly look at the floor, a bit sheepish at first, before looking up, head tall. Putting on as solemn of a look as she could. For a small girl like Ruhe, that was probably tough.

It was a bit nerve wracking after all. Being invited into a meeting like this with so many high ranking individuals. She felt very out of place, out of her league, even though she was hiding powers and skill that the others were likely unaware of. She was still learning what it meant to be a Quincy, and more importantly, what it meant to be Ruhe. A wild realization, truly. However, it allowed for her to think and observe all of the individuals around her, and learn the rules. What it meant to be part of the hierarchy.

More importantly to see how much of the rumors were true of what she heard. She shuffled lightly in place, to mask her discomfort, but considering the welcoming atmosphere, she proceeded to swallow her fear. Deciding to ask a simple question. "May I please have some tea?" She wondered if they might humor her, might indulge her in the small request. Her nerves were tense, and she figured a good cup of earl grey might lighten that worry. 

[Alexius Daniel Northport]

"Reporting for duty, Sir!" a panicked cry echoed through the icy chamber, as a flash of white and red betrayed a certain napping Lieutenant's location. Catching himself before he'd fall, Alexius righted his position and moved to salute his superior. His arm stopped abruptly mid-motion, the sleeve having frozen to the icy pillar. With a grunt and several swift tugs, he managed to wrench the sleeve free and complete the saluting motion. A light dusting of ice still clung to his arm, some of it falling away as he maintained the salute. It was bad enough that these pristine uniforms were difficult to keep clean. Even now, he was acutely aware of the smear of bright yellow across his lapel, where he'd pinned an orange freesia bloom he'd collected just that morning. A bit of pollen had fallen from the flower's petals, and had been rubbed right into the white fabric.

At least the lint roller did its job this morning, he thought. Despite his grievances with the colors of the uniform being ill-fitted to his aesthetic, he felt it important to keep a clean appearance, especially around his superiors. At least, this was what he'd learned was appropriate within the icy Silbern. As he stood, he suddenly remembered why he'd been there when he'd dozed off. He wasn't on post, he had been waiting here for Benny to show up. He'd arrived earlier than intended. He'd even meant to be wearing his hat, but he'd forgotten it on the counter of his kitchen as he'd hurried out the door. Even still, his auburn locks were pulled back more neatly than usual, the top of his head slicked down to prevent flyaway hairs.

"Oh! I was waiting for you, and just... resting my eyes," he lowered his arm, hurrying to stand near his supervisor. He glanced at a watch beneath his sleeve. His face flushed as he realized they were late for the meeting, and he hadn't contacted Benny in case it seemed like he'd be running behind. His first meeting as Supervisor Deitrich's aide, and he'd already dropped the ball. He made no comment to draw attention to the tardiness, instead remarking, "You know, I never asked you why it's always specifically Piña Colada flavor... Not that I'm complaining, it smells great."

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Meredith listened with her small smile ever present. The smile would leave her face as soon as Lucien walked in, not that it took all that much effort on her end. It was effectively the sides of her mouth that were bent upwards. The remainder had remained relatively flat. Still, that didn't keep her from being happy and proud of Priscilla. Her accomplishments were of note after all. Still, she had to wonder just what the other reason for her coming here was. She did after all have something to say, and it wasn't likely to be about her newly achieved rank. For the time being though Meredith decided it was better to just wait and let others come in. Besides, the coffee smelled quite good, better than what she'd had in a while.

"Yes, I think I will take some. Black as usual please." While Priscilla went about making her coffee flavored sugar and Meredith's coffee she went to the table and sat down on the seat to the left of Priscilla's. Meredith could see the outline of the stacks of paper that was sitting before the chair she'd been at prior. It reminded Meredith of the small stacks that her captains and admins had near constantly. She did not envy them and was grateful the Vandenriech had yet to figure out a way to make paperwork she could see. That would undoubtably make her job more of a living hell than she'd prefer. Once her coffee was placed before her, she smiled and spoke her thanks. However, before she could drink it her companion decided they too wanted to try some.

Meredith however was used to this and brought the cup up to her pet's head. Its antenna wiggled happily before attempting to drink some of it. It looked more like the centipede was dunking its head into the cup. Thankfully it wasn't wild or rambunctious about it and thus it didn't make a mess. Though it did reel back some both from how hot it was and from the way its body moved, she could tell it wasn't a fan of the bitter taste. However, its head immediately swiveled to the nearby muffins. Or at least what looked like muffins. It could have been cupcakes or some other baked goods, but Meredith's sight didn't give her the means to determine what it was. For the time being Priscilla was speaking towards Lucien however, so Meredith bade her insectile pet to wait namely by whispering "No" to it. It was not fond of that answer.

As she listened to Priscilla, Meredith caught her name being spoke and turned her head to both of the two quincies focusing into the conversation. It seemed she was simply introduced, and that Priscilla was explaining who else would show up. Meredith gave nod towards Lucien before taking a moment to inspect his reiatsu. His core seemed like it was sluggish and jagged like something was attacking it at all sides. Even the pathways across his body seemed withered in some capacity. She was tempted to ask but quickly found the answer from his own reiatsu. It gave her a short memory about when it was discovered he had an illness. This explained a lot if why his reiatsu and pathways were in the state that she saw them. Her curiosity was piqued but she knew better than to ask questions that ultimately didn't matter.

Upon hearing Priscilla stop talking, Meredith decided to speak up. "Sorry to interrupt but it seems my companion wants to partake. Would that be alright Priscilla?" Once she got an answer, she'd either grab the nearby muffin for her pet or she'd simply listen and pat its head. If she was told yes, the muff she got would quickly be takin by the centipede and it would wrap around it before stuffing its face into the topmost part. From there it'd quickly tear the thing to shreds while consuming it. By the end it'd somehow manage to have the wrapping as a hat with its antenna sticking through it and wriggling around. Though its attention was quickly caught, as was Meredith's, by the newest entrance into the room. She started to smile yet again as she glanced over and immediately recognized the color of their energy.

It was Alexandre. For him she got up and walked over by Priscilla's side to greet him personally. "The pleasure is mine, Alexandre. It has been a long time indeed. With us both stationed outside the Silbern you'd think we'd see one another more frequently. You should come visit me in Mongolia, we can speak again at our leisure there. For now, though, we can talk more once you've settled yourself." She nodded at him before walking back to her seat and sipping her coffee as she glanced around from person to person, including those that would walk in shortly thereafter. She had to admit, she could appreciate the next few that entered. Ruhe and Augustine simply walked in, said their piece, and continued on. Alexius was a bit different as his energy was a bit rampant through him. Thus, she figured he must be nervous or concerned about something. Poor lad.

[Lucien Dantes]

More officers filed into the room, some Lucien recognized and some he did not. The blonde Vandenreich from his trip here had entered the room now, and another Captain-Supervisor. Lucien returned Alexandre's nod of greeting as he entered. So many distinguished individuals. None, of course, who held the same station as Sternritter Krantz.

As Priscilla asked Lucien to stand at ease, the Vandenreich nodded in agreement. "Very well then." He replied. He listened as she briefed him on the other Vandenreich arriving. The brown haired Vandenreich must be Captain-Supervisor Adolphe then. Indeed.... Four Captain-Supervisors and a Vizard in the room. There was no doubt now in Lucien's mind as to why he had been called here today. And two Privates as well. "Ah, yes. Miss Krieger. As I understand she comes at the recommendation of both Lady Amalia and yourself. With the approval of two Sternritters, I expect great things from her." He responded, taking Priscilla's suggestion to seat himself wherever and positioned himself beside Ruhe as she took her own position in the room. Distinguished company indeed. At Ruhe's request, Lucien reached over and poured the girl a cup of tea, and slid it over to her, refusing to get something for himself in this moment. It wasn't the time. The Vandenreich politely lifted a fist to his mouth to cover it and coughed once, twice, before lowering it again, his relaxed demeanor being perhaps a touch too relaxed.

The Captain-Supervisor that had been in the room when he'd entered-- Meredith, seemed to be inspecting him. Lucien allowed it to pass without comment, taking note of the woman himself. Blind, perhaps? He wondered. It almost astonished him that, with the Vandenreich's emphasis on bow-combat, that a blind Vandenreich could raise themselves so high in the rankings, but then... as he reminded himself, they all had their faults. His illness should by rights have prevented his own rise. He compensated for it, and no doubt lady Meredith did as well.

"Reporting for duty, Sir!" Lucien's golden eyes slipped towards the door as the newest member of the crew arrived. The slightest hint of a smile flickered across Lucien's face at Alexius's clumsiness flickered across Lucien's face, and he this newcomer would not be punished for it. That would depend on Lady Krantz's judgement though, not his. In this room, all should defer to the Sternritter's judgement, for she was one who spoke for the Emperor. Just so, Lucien did not comment on why they had been gathered, though he had a strong suspicion. No doubt this was a major operation. An offensive that Krantz was going to be heading-- or perhaps in relation to the disappearance of a Captain in the World of the Living. Lucien's agents in Karakura Town had filled his ears with rumors and whispers of what may have happened to her, but at this time they were baseless and there was no concrete evidence. Perhaps that had changed. In either case, it would not do for Lucien to start the meeting. He was but one Captain Supervisor among many.

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

As she finished speaking, addressing Lucien's question, Krantz made note of the new figure entering the room. Someone she'd similarly welcome with a smile, watching as he, and a couple others made their way into the room. Seemed that everyone was arriving on time; such a thought filled the girl with a level of content. Given most folks had made their way into the room, she'd have to start the actual meeting at some point soon. Though, it wouldn't hurt to push it back just a bit longer.

Starting from the first few that made their way inside, Helena was made keenly aware of a Captain Supervisor Augustin B. Dietrich. Despite this being their first meeting, she'd heard quite an interesting amount about him thus far; likely something she'd want to comment on, but for now? She'd introduce herself. "Supervisor Dietrich, no~?" She asked, looking to keep an aura of pseudo-professionalism about her, turning to the other gentleman that entered in tune, "and if memory serves me properly, you must be Lieutenant Northport! Truly, it's wonderful to finally have the opportunity to meet the two of you." As she finished speaking, Helena heard a soft voice from near her; one that immediately made her stand from her seat.

A soft smile remaining ever present across the Stern Ritter's face, Helena stood up and made her way over toward the outer tables. "Not a problem at all, Ms. Krieger~" She hummed, completely oblivious to Lucien's own actions and immediately getting to work on fixing the younger girl a drink, "how would you like it made?" In truth, Helena had no problem with Lucien in the slightest! Rather, she instead found herself almost blind to the world around her when it came in regard to Ruhe, and her well-being. She very much wanted to make sure the girl ended up okay; she didn't want her to end up like herself, if she could help it.

As she began to put together a drink to the girl's liking, Helena giggled softly from the congratulations she was given from Alexandre. "Both your kind words, and those of warning are much appreciated as always, Alexandre. Even despite the happenings over the last couple of years, I appreciate your looking out for me." Turning her head to Alexandre as she spoke, she gave the man a similar smile. She was excited to see just what was going to come of his being here. In truth, she felt fairly glad to hear from him again.

In time, bringing both Meredith's and Ruhe's drinks back over toward the table, Helena sat back down with another chuckle toward Meredith. "There isn't a need to ask, dear," she said, sitting back down, "everything here is available to for everyone; even your little friend!" Keeping up her smile, she listened to Lucien's comment toward Ruhe, quickly noticing that she poured an extra drink. "Oh! Dear me, I hadn't realized you were preparing Ms. Ruhe a drink as well." A soft, friendly chuckle sounding from her, she spoke once more. I very much agree though, Supervisor Dantes. I think she makes quite the fine addition to His Majesty's forces. My only hope is that she doesn't suffer too much hardship while here."

[Augustin Benedictus Dietrich]

Supervisor Dietrich cleared his throat when he was addressed. "If you prefer, Lady Stern Ritter," he responded, looking her over and mentally adding her to the 'ward list.' She was short enough that it was an automatic assignment from him. That was the way with most folks, though. It happened when you were 6' 4. She was more slight of body than he was, though as a Stern Ritter and a fellow Captain Supervisor, there was no doubt in his mind that she made up for it elsewhere. Still, it was a weakness that his own specialties could shore up, which was likely one of the reasons he and his aide had been called here. "But if you're asking me, I prefer Benny. Is there something I should call you, or... d'you prefer Lady Stern Ritter?"

A Vandenreich man served the smallest Quincy some tea. Benny saw his opportunity and, all but ignoring the other like-ranked men and women in the room, walked in the small girl's direction. At the same time, he addressed Supervisor Krantz. "If we're having tea, sandwiches are a must." He turned his baritone voice out toward the room. "Does anyone disagree?" Out of nowhere-- seemingly literal nowhere, and without entirely waiting for a response, he produced a small stone tabletop, wielding it without any difficulty for its size or awkward shape, and set it down on the meeting table.

Benny reached past his hooded cobra-like steel tie and into his greatcoat. He began to produce bread, cream cheese, a pair of avocados, smoked salmon, fresh herbs, and cucumbers. Lighting up a paring knife-sized seele schneider, he cut thin shaves off a cucumber and then beckoned the people around the room to join him. He gave Ruhe a knife, not the seele schneider kind, but a regular knife, and clear and specific instructions on how to make the sandwiches, with the obvious intention that the two of them would work together to prepare them for the room.

This wasn't a show of power, however, and he certainly didn't mean to flaunt the Stern Ritter's command. Moreover, he was a little nervous in the presence of all these people of his own rank or greater, and the opportunity to protect and guide the small Quincy and make some sandwiches at the same time was soothing to him. Like a nervous tic, but far more productive. This gave him time to look over the other assembled Vandenreich in more personal comfort, his golden eyes taking in their individual features and quirks.

[Alexius Daniel Northport]

Every fiber of his being froze up for a moment as he was addressed by name immediately by Priscilla. He'd certainly expected the superior officers to know Benny by name ahead of his arrival, but she took the time to learn his name?! To Alexius, he was effectively standing in a room full of god-like beings, and he still hardly had a clue what was going on. It took nearly all of his willpower to keep from quivering in his boots, the excitement and nervousness nearly bubbling over. Unlike Benny, his nervous habits weren't as easy to act upon here. At the very least, he was certain Sternritter Krantz would not likely appreciate him messing with her desk and rearranging things. Instead, he stood just behind and to the left of Benny, clasping his hands tightly behind his back.

"W-Well, it's an honor, ma'am!" He responded to Priscilla with a salute, the stiffness of the gesture and a redness around his ears betraying how flustered he was. He awkwardly took up his default position, a satellite to his superior officer. His hands felt sweaty beneath the fabric of his gloves, which he'd taped just above the inside of his sleeve cuffs- to keep them from sliding down and getting that ever-so-annoying give at the fingertips. He fidgeted with the buttons on his watch as he stood, trying to take down each of the faces in the room to memory. These were some of the powerhouses of the Vandenreich, he knew that much. He listened for people to refer to one another by name, quietly-

"Professor Adolphe?!"

The words had escaped his mouth before he could stop them, a gloved hand clasped over his mouth as his outburst rose above the din of the room. He couldn't possibly be mistaken, not with an appearance like this guy's. He'd admittedly taken his archeology class as an elective purely because he'd heard of the professor's odd appearance and had been curious to see for himself. It'd been one of his favorite classes at the end of the semester, even if he'd nearly failed running the deadline for the final up to the last minute. It'd been near the time he'd discovered his Quincy powers, and he'd nearly let all of his classes that quarter suffer while he dealt with the continuous life crisis that had arisen from his discovery. He blamed his cat, at the time, which was technically not a lie.

Okay, now this HAS to be a dream, he figured, squinting at the professor across the room. His expression was still ashamed, acutely aware of the attention he'd drawn to himself and his superior. Not that Benny needed much help with that, what with his mobile sandwich station. He fought the urge to ask for a sandwich. He cleared his throat, straightening out his sleeve and turning as though he could hide his face and disappear if he wasn't making eye contact with anyone.

[Alexandre Adolphe]

The lingering curiosity and tension in the room became all the more apparent as more of those invited made their appearance. Not out of fear, but wondering as to why so many of such power had been gathered here. He could not deny his own curiosity of course, and he was all but certain Priscilla knew that as well, a small reason among many as to why he'd been invited. Still the bothersome notion of his uniform remained, unused to wearing it as he was, it had been at least a few years since the last time he had needed to adorn himself in such bright and eye-catching colors. Though he was all but certain many would say he caught the attention of others from his regular appearance alone, and not in a good way, differing as he was from other humans drew questions naturally and most were never good. Regardless such worries would be for naught here and he was thankful that more were showing up, it meant less of a focus would be drawn to any one person present today. Save for perhaps Priscilla herself, a surely intentional act, only serving to further his curiosity all the more.

Even so, putting such matters aside, it would not do to at least introduce himself to the one she had mentioned to him weeks prior in one of her letters. His movements careful and slow, designed not to scare the poor girl senseless, cautious as if approaching a deer that may bolt away at any moment. Not for a moment does he look down on her and speak, rather, he shifts to her level, kneeling to give the Private his full attention for a moment or two. Despite his attempts however, he still say her flinch and in response he simply opened both palms before her, unarmed and unwilling to lay a hand on her. "You are quite welcome. Be assured, that I am not here to cause you harm or discomfort." While he spoke openly to begin with, such a reassurance would be said softly, in hopes that she had no need to fear him, he would not harm her or another here. Not without a proper cause at least, and no such cause existed given what they had all been called to for this afternoon.

Shifting upwards from such a position was not difficult and he gradually backed away as to leave the young private be, to give her further space, even as more entered. A nod returned and a slight tilt of his head in understanding. A silent but pleasant communication in greeting, he was sure he would get the chance to speak with Lucien more in depth at a later date. The others that entered however, well the first of which he paid no mind, a man who had in the past drawn frustration and slight ire from him and thus ignored for the moment. Professionalism in such places had to be maintained, like it or not. The icy chamber and chill produced from it, soon jolted his senses into remembering what he had been intending to grab before the meeting began. Coffee. A step here, one there, before he reached such facilities. All too quickly finding Priscilla soon behind him preparing similar beverages, not just for herself but Meredith and others alike as well. How kind.

His words at her side were thought out, tamed and carefully considered in relation to the present company surrounding them from all sides. Not as a threat for sure, he knew that much. Still her reaction almost caught him off guard, a neutral mask flickering for just a second. The edges of his mouth upturned, a gleam of amusement in his gaze, a retort almost upon his mouth but restrained. Looking as if he might have an instinctual response to what almost seemed like an apology, but rather than that, after a moment he'd gathered his thoughts concisely enough to reply. "You are most welcome mon chéri, it is my pleasure to do so. But you needn't concern yourself about such events." Dismissed simply, just like that, though it would be clear there were words there still lingering on the edge of his tongue unspoken. Locked away for the moment, forgotten as that quirk of his lips remained as she smiled at him. Evermore glad he was to have her company again, he had been travelling for too long.

Though the gleam in his gaze faded, a quirked eyebrow instead replaced it as he turned his head. Ah, Meredith, of course. A flicker of a smile there one moment and gone the next, replaced with contemplation as he took in her words and in turn, her offer as well. A generous one at that, he knew of few that Meredith invited to her home, an honor no doubt. Still the words were enough to draw a faint chuckle from him, barely loud enough to be heard by others, but it was there nonetheless "You would think so yes. Thank you for such a generous offer, I'm sure we can discuss such details after our business is concluded here." Not quite an acceptance just yet, but they were both rather detailed people and he suspected that would be best rather then trying to arrange something in the middle of so many arriving and settling themselves for such a gathering. Less chaotic that way, or troublesome.

As he shifted silently across the space, half leaning against what would be his seat while sipping at coffee, the sudden exclamation across the room caught his notice. Grey hues scanning until they landing on a somewhat familiar figure, a young man he had taught a few years back, and that had nothing to do with any sort of Quincy. How things changed so quickly. Examining the boy took but a second, memories recalled from the depths of his mind, a little unfocused at times but he'd seemed to enjoy what he had taught that year. Hm. Regardless of knowing him in the past, he seemed incredibly nervous, spiritual pressure all over the place and now likely embarrassed as well. Tempting though it might be to add to that, he wouldn't make the poor lad suffer. "I do not believe such a title is necessary here Lieutenant. But you are welcome to ask questions at a later date." Firm and unyielding, he knew the boy might have questions poor thing, but now was not the time. He simply had to hope respect and common sense had been drilled into him a touch more since joining the Vandenreich, enough that he'd take the hint and wait to bring up such queries until after this meeting was over and done with.