Administration [Training]

[Ruhe Krieger]

When Ruhe looked out across the field of people training and honing their abilities, she had found herself resting in relative solitude. For in a way, despite being surrounded by others just like her, her people, her kind, the people that she wanted to emulate and become like after so long, she had never felt more alone. Because in a way, many looked at her as impure. An outsider. Her cerulean eyes stared longingly at those people. Because in her life, Ruhe had never wanted anything more than acceptance. Love.

She had wanted the warm caress of a mother. The approval and cheerful praise of a father. Brothers that looked at her warmly. Softly, with no look of disdain or disgrace. As her parents had. Ruhe had been solemn. Respectful. Always seemingly acting like the paragon or the ideal Vreich child. For her now, there was no other path. There was no greater redemption, nor greater damnation than the path that she walked. At the very least, Ruhe could take some modicum of comfort in realizing that the path she walked was one of her own choosing. Her own making.

It just didn't help that it felt like such a lonely path. The young girl had reflected back to her time living in the castle ruins of Cochem, in the hidden walls and chambers that seemed to hold so many little stories and bountiful secrets. She thought back to the pain that she endured, both by Hollow, Quincy, and Shinigami alike in that ruin. She thought about how for the longest time, the young Quincy girl had called that place home. That. 

That was something that real to Ruhe. She moped quietly, and she found herself resting her chin along the back of a chair as she stared on. She never felt more envious. At the idea of this community, and yet feeling so desolate. Mama. Papa. She imagined herself in a picture, a younger Ruhe, resting at the base of the picture. Only to have her parents, her brothers ripped off around her, leaving her. Just her. In a way? Ruhe felt alone. That was because in a place such as the Vreich? She kind of was.

She found herself going about her training. Praying. Wishing for someone to truly, and genuinely love her. Real love. Something that was built. But then, she came to wonder if a love like that really existed. Or if that was something that was only within the figment of imagination, fiction, some forgotten book. Because Ruhe had never felt a love like that before. How could she have? A love where someone would tell her everything was going to be alright? Where someone would come to save her? No. That never happened.

Instead? They wanted her to save herself. She remembered. How she fought tooth and nail to save herself from the monstrous hollows that wanted to consume her. She remembered how the Shinigami was going to flay her alive until she stabbed him. His warm red blood dripping down the handle of her blade. She remembered those terrible, horrible things that would change her life forever. In that moment. She let that spiritual energy ooze and fill the area. As she felt the gravitational pressure shift. She felt the glass crack around her. For once?

Ruhe didn't desire to be strong. Instead, she desired to be weak. For someone to save her. 

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

Stretching out her shoulders and making sure everything on her desk was in order, Priscilla found herself sighing softly to herself. Today had found itself to be a rather simplistic day, thankfully. Very little deskwork had been required of her, which meant she was free to spend the day as she pleased. If nothing else, that much made the woman quite grateful. Given she had the time to do what she wanted, what better way to spend that time than to sharpen up her skills? Surely an opportunity to do so wouldn't hurt.

Leaving her office, Priscilla found herself practically humming as she walked down the halls of the Silbern, doing nothing more than making her way back to her personal quarters. As she continued to walk, practically minding her own business all the while, soldiers of practically every rank began to salute and stand to attention, prompting another soft sigh from the woman. Never going to get used to that, am I? She thought to herself, smile on her face. Truth be told, she didn't feel she would, nor did she want to get used to it.

As she made her way home, unlocking the door to her personal quarters and promptly locking it once more, she immediately focused her attention toward gathering her gear. If she was going to train, then she'd be damned if there wasn't a reason to go all-out. After all, if you weren't pushing yourself to the limit, could it really be considered training? No, it couldn't. And she was going to be damned if that wasn't going to be the case. Packing up Selee Schneide hilts and Ginto tubes alike, attaching them where she could to her uniform, Priscilla took a deep breath once more, and left her home.

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As she found her place out in the training fields, Priscilla continued to hum to herself rather vibrantly, before making her way over to a few of the training dummies, looking around and trying to make sure individuals weren't in the area. Last thing she wanted was to accidentally cause a casualty of some time while practicing her shots. While there likely wouldn't be any repercussion of doing so, she frankly didn't feel comfortable with the thought of it.

Focusing a bit of her own reiatsu into the air, Priscilla allowed it to make manifest about three hundred yards in front of her, behind one of the straw targets in front of her. Throwing her left arm out, Priscilla began to draw in reiatsu from the Silbern itself in order to create her bow, though it was through her Form Property; in her right hand, almost weightlessly forming was a rifle. Dropping to her knees, and then quickly finding herself flat on her stomach, Priscilla aimed her eye down the scope of the weapon, shifting the weapon as necessary in order to align her shot.

As her aim eventually found itself resting upon the dummy's fake head, Priscilla held her breath, before preparing to take the shot. As the rifle sounded, and flash from the muzzle made itself apparent, anyone keeping track would find that a bullet never actually left the "bow" itself. Instead, a round still soared through the dummy's head, but at an angle she had no reason to be firing from. Instead of straight on, the round soared from the ground right behind the dummy; directly from the ginto tube she'd summoned.

"Direct hit," she softly spoke to herself, once again repeating the pattern; creating a Ginto tube, and taking another shot, and watching the round fly from a different angle. As the shot rang out each time she fired, she couldn't help but smile. Seemed she wasn't quite losing her touch, which was wonderful. If nothing else, thus was a solid warm-up. Pushing herself back off the ground, and picking up the rifle, she took a deep breath before exhaling softly. She figured it was time to find a training partner.

[Ruhe Krieger]

Meanwhile, as Ruhiger came to the training field, she had found herself to an extent, struggling to figure out what she should do with her life. However, when confronted with the training yard, it felt easy to slip into a state of monotony. She drew her arm back, time after time, and she released arrows. At times, she would do so when moving as well, or against moving targets. Because it was unrealistic to assume a target would always stand still.

For the most part, she could hit hit her targets, more often than not, with a frightening level of accuracy. From her time in the wilderness in Cochem, she had found herself able to hit targets that ran as swiftly as a wild beast. Even targets that moved back and forth at rapid speeds, akin to speeding racecars going over a hundred miles per hour, Ruhe's sharp eyes and intuition allowed her to hit her targets. If she focused deeply on the task. She'd been growing.

Making excellent progress one might say. Though, to what extent, most wouldn't really be able to say. Frankly, Ruhe didn't have much point of reference either. Her powers while burgeoning, growing, they were still juvenile. Not yet developed to such an extent where she could display her true power. Mainly because she lacked battle experience, even if her theoretical skill was fine tuned. Before long? The young girl sat alone. In away?

Alone was better than having people around her. She found peace and solace in the isolation of Cochem. When people were around her, they expected of her, demeaned her, and seemingly gave her suffering wherever she went. Not that she would express such in any capacity. Her mind wandered, to such an extent where she hardly realized the Captain Supervisor beginning to pass. That was until she snapped from her wandering mind.

"Mein Sternritter." She rises firmly at attention, delivering a salute as she stands as tall as possible. The private found herself looking ahead. Solemn, stern, and emotionless in the face. As a good subordinate should be. She was another cog in the machine. Another coin in the bank. She didn't dare look the woman in the eye, as she didn't wish to seemingly challenge the woman who by all means could kill her on a whim.

[Sieglinde P. Krantz]

"Mein Sternritter."

Dragged from her own focus, Helena stood up from her position, and dismissed her bow. As she smiled toward the Private, Helena stood rather relaxed in front of the girl. "That would be me," she said softly, "you can be at ease around me, Miss Krieger; simply Helena is just fine by me." Truthfully, she hadn't lied there. She wasn't one for the extensive formalities from those she respected; Ruhe had fallen into that category. Whether or not that respect would last was something she wasn't concerned toward.

"So," she spoke, "what brings you to the grounds? Looking to get some training in, perhaps~?" Smiling softly while she playfully teased the younger girl, Helena placed her hand upon the girl's head and playfully though gently messed with her hair. With a serene smile, she placed her hand back down to her side, and awaited a response from the younger Quincy.

"If you're willing," she spoke, her voice still as soft as ever, "I'd love to put up a bit of a challenge for you if you'd like. Perhaps you'd be interested in a little bit of competitiveness with a Stern Ritter~?" As she still maintained a playful smile, Helena was more than willing to give Ruhe the option here; she made no effort to hide her thoughts on that matter.

After all, Ruhe was her own person. She had a right to her own decisions, positional standing be damned. If she didn't want to, Helena wasn't going to hold her against that one bit. Though in truth? She was curious to see just how the younger girl was going to react. Especially to being issued a challenge. If nothing else, this served as a phenomenal point for her to take the time to analyze Ruhe's own personality; to see if she was the competitive type or not. While she was aptly familiar with the girl's otherwise shy disposition, perhaps she could convince the girl to open up a bit? Only time could really tell.

[Ruhe Krieger]

She was allowed to be relaxed Helena stated. In which case, she thought about what was the "political" or "safe" answer to give. Helena. "I appreciate that miss. But the others might reprimand me, saying it isn't proper for a private to interact with an officer in such a way." She spoke in a soft and meek tone, as her left hand lightly rubs up and down along her right arm. Her gaze drifting to the floor, before focusing back on her. Cerulean eyes looking upon her soft features. Her wispy white hair.

"I would like to train. My lieutenant says that for a private, I'm quite good. Though I could always use room for improvement." She stopped however, froze, and winced for a moment. When she saw Helena's hand raising up and towards her. She felt like her heart skipped a beat. That was...Until she felt the hand on her head. Ruffling her hair. She didn't even realize that her eyes shut tightly. Helena's hand was so soft. For a moment or two, Ruhe wished she could have felt that softness forever.

Be frozen in that moment of bliss. She thought back to her mother. How she would have her hair pulled. Slapped. Yelled at back home. Her father hit her hard. Her mother always seemed to hit harder. Amalia was much like her mother. She talked down upon her harshly when they met, and made it known that her life was worth little. Crushing her with gravity that was so intense, it nearly crushed her bones. She was called a foolish child. Yet? Amalia did save her. From being mauled and eaten by the masked Hollows so she'd come to learn.

Ruhe felt her entire time in the Vreich, she had to be careful with her words and actions. Because not all people were as open minded as Helena was in terms of showing favortism to Ruhe. Though, she didn't know she held the favor of two Captain Supervisors, more importantly, two of which which were also Sternritter. "What kind of challenge?" Oh, silly girl. If only she knew that there was no real challenge or fear. After all. A Sternritter's powers extended so deeply, they could cancel the powers of others so swiftly.

Ruhe formed her bow in her hands. It seemed thicker and more rectangular at the base than the normal Quincy bow. No matter how hard she tried to correct that, it seemed after years of making it this way has left it more comfortable in its more odd shape. Maybe that added to some form of appeal for the girl. "I'm not that good." She stated. Though in reality, if anyone really paid attention, knew the real Ruhe, they'd know that in a very short amount of time, she'd jumped leaps and bounds. 

Whether she said what she did out of humility, modesty, or a desire to hide something, the young blonde girl hid much. Always seemed to try to restrain herself, make herself seem unnoticeable amongst the Vreich hierarchy at large. Even though Amalia's own reports likely already gave how she survived a horde of Hollows, Adjuchas and Menos having been present in that assault. Not that Amalia would mention it was an assault of her own making that got her subordinates mauled and devoured. Or maybe she would?

Perhaps the reports mentioned how she'd unlocked her latent powers, granted to her by the Emperor. Perhaps it would have mentioned a lot of different things. Ruhe looked on to the yard, the training targets, and all else. For a moment or two, the girl felt a coldness in Silbern. It was a place that seemed cold and otherworldly. Which it was. Though, there were questions that were burgeoning in Ruhe's mind. Things that she had to wonder and question, ever since she'd come here. Ever since she met Helena Krantz. 

"What...What is it that you see in me?" She asked it. She wondered this for a while. What did the Vreich see in her? What did Helena see in her? Why was she here? How far had she grown she wondered, ever since she lived alone in that terrifying place known as Cochem? Ruhe slowly frowned, as she clenched her right fist, looking down at the white glove she wore upon it. She felt like she should be afraid, because she didn't know her own limitations. What she was worth. After all. For the longest time. She felt useless.