[BSD-RP] Human World: Karakura Town

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“Elende has informed me that a particular prospect hasn’t responded too kindly to my summons. Lukas has made an attempt, but he is keen on having me come to him directly. How cheeky, don’t you think?”
”What the… Not even LUKAS could convince this guy? Now I’m intrigued to see what sort of man this is.”
Blume and Dominic arrive at the bar at the tail end of this elderly man asking if Blume would be joining them, the gaul on this one. The fact they are going through so much effort means that this must be a pure blood Quincy, even so he is acting pretty high and mighty. Dominic pulls out a chair and sits at the bar, waving off the barkeep as he didn’t want anything to drink, he just wanted to listen to what nonsense this old man had to spout.
He Listens
” Wisdom comes with time, young lady, time I have spent listening.””
”Wrong, but continue.”
The rudeness of Dominic Kaiser begins to seep out immediately after he speaks, why though? Of all times why would it slip out now? Because he perceives this old man as being rude to Blume, rude to the Empress of the Quincy. His head rests in his hand looking at the priest, sizing him up wondering what sort of devastating power he has that makes him so bold.
” With all this power you have obtained for yourself and for your alleged allies. Even the ones who stand close to you. Once you have it all, Ms. Diamante, what do you seek from this path?”
The audacity of this man to divert his attention away from his Empress to eat a salad, he plays the game as if the ball is in his court not knowing that they are playing a completely different game, there is no ball, there are no points. There will be an opening bell and a closing bell, he’ll either walk out of this bar alert and ready to serve or unconscious, if not dead. Those were Dominic’s thoughts on the matter, the only thing holding him back is Blume’s command. He’ll lash out with his words but he will not attack the old timer physically, not yet. Though this is why Dominic is not the Emperor, he is too brash, too ruthless he doesn’t have the tact for situations like this. He himself understands this which is why he doesn’t react negatively to Blume responding to the man’s pathetic questions.
“Modern idols or false gods can take such forms as clothes, homes, businesses, machines, automobiles, pleasure boats, and numerous other material deflectors, just like that little cross that sits on your chest. Your dependency is fickle on prayers and support from a God that does not exist to assist the people that seek help. War, famine, plague, and then death, millions of prayers gone up in smoke, unanswered, and it is then that people denounce this faith of yours and many others.”
His eyes shift to Blume now, he is reading her words and knows she has to tread carefully. This man has been a devoted follower of this religion for years, he has surely heard such a thing plenty of times and already has a preloaded statement ready to fire back with. He turns his eyes back to Dimitri and frowns as Blume continues.
“I am more than aware that there are people who have verbally sworn their allegiance to my cause but have yet to devote their souls wholly. There is only so much power one person could have before it begins to cave in… I’m not looking for numbers, if that is what you are insinuating, Father. I need skilled individuals that have a purpose that aligns with mine. Those families that have come beneath me are just gentle influences, small streams that seep into rivers that join lakes and then oceans...”
Still sitting silently he watches and listens all while this bastard eats his salad, his heart pounds furiously because of this snobby punk. This holy man thinks he is beyond reach, out of harm's way because he believes his fate is ordained by the will of his god. His faith is a shield that will divert any harm directed towards him, but those scars on his face would say otherwise. This man has seen and done things in his life, his attitude and stature alone tells Dominic that much.
“My purpose for collecting individuals like you is simply for peace. You’ve seen the repercussions of these otherworldly attacks, what they’ve done to the people that cross the threshold of your church every day. Every day. I seek a safe place for the people of this world. I desire balance. There is no reason as to why we should live in fear of the monsters that our parents told stories of to scare us into slumber any longer… There are limits as to what a person can take. Humans are feeble creatures and do not have the same prowess and both you and I possess makes it even harder to survive.”
He looks to Blume and shakes his head, her last comment about humans being feeble can be used against her. This man of faith could turn that into a dagger against her in a moment's notice as he has seen all sorts of people in his time as a priest, weak, average, and strong. Even in his former life he must have seen the same. Not to mention there were two humans they were just visiting who were anything but weak, the furthest thing from it. He also doesn’t care if Dimitri notices his nonverbal cues to the Empress with what Blume has said and how he anticipates Dimitri to respond; he has a feeling things aren’t going to end with a simple talk.
“I only ask that you join me to aid those who can not protect themselves from the things in which they can not see. You are well aware that this conversation was no means of having you dawdle in actual human affairs, did you? You do enough of that on your own. Shinigami have caused plenty of trouble, bringing even the Gates of Hell to this world all those years ago; Father Lehmann, can you truly look me in the eye and tell me that this is God’s plan for his children? Are you willing to continue to stand by and do nothing in the name of your God as his children suffer?"
Dominic looks over to the barkeep and waves them over as Blume is talking, he orders a shot of rum for himself. Blume stepped on that “no-no” spot again referencing his that man’s god, he’ll have a comeback for that and use it against her too. His shot is poured in front of him and he downs it then proceeds to order a shot of warm Sake to chase it. He downs that as well and pays for both shots, adding quite a nice tip to it as well. He does this to loosen himself up a bit and to relax a little so he isn’t so high strung about this whole thing.
”Is it a little warm in here or is it just me? Probably just me, I just have some Sake hahaha!”
Dominic begins to take off his jacket after blurting out his nonsensical question even though he already knew the answer. He rolls up his sleeves, folds his jacket neatly and sits it down on the chair next to him. He falls silent after laughing for a bit and starts to twiddle his thumbs.
"Prayers may provide the thinnest sliver of hope for but a moment, but reality crushes it so easily, Father. Reality makes people weep and curse the heavens. The reality is that people are needlessly dying from the hands of Hollows, tortured souls in which the Shinigami pay no mind to until it's too late, and those tortured souls only want to take more and more because they want to hurt people because they were wronged. The Shinigami go home and it is us who are left to pick up the pieces of their destruction.”
He looks around the bar, this must be the place that Fred guy owned, sad that he isn't around anymore he would have been a fine addition to the Sternritter. Dom didn’t know the man at all, just very briefly did they speak before literal Hell broke loose so to say he felt anything about his passing would be a stretch. Though he wonders if he had any family and if he does how would they feel about joining the fold, as they should. They certainly must feel the same as this old man, full of questions, hows, whys, and what ifs. Certain Dominic had his own reservations back then when he agreed to join Blume but he can get a read on people without having to ask a single question to them. Even now he questions the “Friendship” he has with the Empress, is he just a sword and shield for her, a tool essentially? Or, is he actually a friend that she sees on equal footing? Dominic treats her no differently than anyone else, he puts everyone on equal footing. However, they had better watch how they step or else that footing will give out with no hope of recovering from the fall.

 

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” Wrong, but continue.”
A rude response to his earlier statement, but despite this sudden outburst, the conversation moves on. He is left with no verbal comeback or acknowledgment from Dimitri. To him right now the only person that garnered his attention is Blume, who had long before sought him out. He continues to eat, nonetheless.
“ Modern idols or false gods can take such forms as clothes, homes, businesses, machines, automobiles, pleasure boats, and numerous other material deflectors, just like that little cross that sits on your chest. Your dependency is fickle on prayers and support from a God that does not exist to assist the people that seek help. War, famine, plague, and then death, millions of prayers gone up in smoke, unanswered, and it is then that people denounce this faith of yours and many others.
I am more than aware that there are people who have verbally sworn their allegiance to my cause but have yet to devote their souls wholly.”
In the process of eating, even taking sips of his tea from time to time, Blume would not lose his attention, or at least her words would not fall on deafened ears. She expresses her doubts towards God, this entity who received prayers upon prayers only to be ignored. People still suffer, even while they cling to materialistic things. He understood this. He has heard this far too many times from far too many souls in this world. While he holds a rebuttal, and the male next to her expects one to be revealed, he says nothing at this time. He exudes patience. He has already given her the floor to speak and speak she will.
She continues…
“ There is only so much power one person could have before it begins to cave in… I’m not looking for numbers, if that is what you are insinuating, Father. I need skilled individuals that have a purpose that aligns with mine. Those families that have come beneath me are just gentle influences, small streams that seep into rivers that join lakes and then oceans...
My purpose for collecting individuals like you is simply for peace. You’ve seen the repercussions of these otherworldly attacks, what they’ve done to the people that cross the threshold of your church every day. Every day.”
What she wishes to build is a world of peace. To most, this is foolish, a hopeless dream that will never come true. There are too many ideals. Too many opinions. Too many goals do not align with one another, and if they did, that process is typically short-lived before another’s pride and ambitions grow too large, too vast. A question of his own formulates, but he doesn’t ask; still keen on allowing her to finish entirely. Though her cause is just, noble at best. Indeed he notices the dangers of these otherworldly attacks and how they impact the human race…
Suddenly her hand extends, vacant of any scars or blemishes as if she knew not of hard work or any form of labor to get to where she is. While she may seem green and privileged to most, Dimitri sees differently, taking the moment to glance upward towards her hand, and then to her own gaze before returning to his food once again. She hides her scars beneath her flesh, or beneath her clothing. Her eyes would tell all of her past and her present, and so far her future seemed bright. She has resolve.
“ I seek a safe place for the people of this world. I desire balance. There is no reason as to why we should live in fear of the monsters that our parents told stories of to scare us into slumber any longer… There are limits as to what a person can take. Humans are feeble creatures and do not have the same prowess and both you and I possess makes it even harder to survive.”
Her resolve is expressed through her words now. Her goal is vast, but even with her band of families and her own, such a goal proves to be far too much. How can she hope to save an entire world? She desired balance, a balance that the Shinigami have wished to preserve throughout history. The male next to her sees another opportunity for Dimitri to rebuttal and yet again, Dimitri remains silent. However, he had to agree with her views on Humans. Truly, they did not have the same skills the Quincy possessed or even gifted Humans, but even regular Humans can be strong and can prove themselves capable of surviving no matter how difficult life in this world can be.
“ I only ask that you join me to aid those who can not protect themselves from the things in which they can not see. You are well aware that this conversation was no means of having you dawdle in actual human affairs, did you? You do enough of that on your own.”
A light chuckle escapes from him. Her last statement proved far too true.
” Shinigami have caused plenty of trouble, bringing even the Gates of Hell to this world all those years ago; Father Lehmann, can you truly look me in the eye and tell me that this is God’s plan for his children? Are you willing to continue to stand by and do nothing in the name of your God as his children suffer?"
A chuckle of her own escapes, and once again, her subordinate speaks out.
” Is it a little warm in here or is it just me? Probably just me, I just have some Sake hahaha!”
His irrelevance knew no bounds, and still, the conversation continues while he twiddles his thumbs and laughs all on his own.
" Prayers may provide the thinnest sliver of hope for but a moment, but reality crushes it so easily, Father. Reality makes people weep and curse the heavens. The reality is that people are needlessly dying from the hands of Hollows, tortured souls in which the Shinigami pay no mind until it's too late, and those tortured souls only want to take more and more because they want to hurt people because they were wronged. The Shinigami go home and it is us who are left to pick up the pieces of their destruction.”
Her journey will be long and it will be harsh and with all the help she hopes to accumulate, there will never be enough hands to satisfy the goal she longs to achieve. Still, the resolve in this young woman burns brightly, and with just that flame, it warms his heart to see it. It reminded him of his younger days when his ambitions ran wild…
By this time, his salad had been cleaned from his plate, and with this, he stands, pushing his chair away slightly, drinking the last bit of his tea. He sets the cup down as repositions his front and rests both hands on top of it. The priest. The Father. Dimitri. His eyes fall upon the young woman respectfully and from this point on she will receive her answer as well as his response.
” Your past holds many secrets, pain that you wish to lock away and shelter yourself from. You wish to heal this pain with nobility and honor. To save those who have suffered far more than you, than us. Your cause is just... I hear, and understand your resolve, Ms. Diamante.
Humans are frail beings, they lack the necessary skills and prowess, this is true. However, they are remarkable beings. Capable of improvising, adapting, and overcoming the odds. No matter the countless troubles that have come across this world, they have learned to survive. They are not extinct yet. Despite what you think of the Shinigami, they have saved lives, lives that you nor I see. Their efforts nor your own will never be enough. Peace is a common goal for many, and one that will come increasingly difficult to achieve.
I’ve put my faith in God to give me strength, but it is up to me to channel that strength to others, to uplift them, to get them through seconds, minutes, hours, or even days in their lives. Yes, my work is small and seemingly futile. People still die and suffer before and after. It is life. The God I have spent my time with does not get involved because he has faith in our ability to grow and see life through, just as we have faith in him.
I will join your cause, Ms. Diamante. Perhaps it is time that I extend my help from the church I reside in. However, I will not neglect my duties and the lives I have allowed into the church, but I will make time for what you need in order to achieve a world where there is less suffering…
You have compelled this old man's heart, and I see a bit of me in you…”
From this scarred face, a smile illuminates and melts away the trauma of his past. He has found a new soul to extend his faith.
“ I truly hope that you will live up to the words you have spoken today. I will hold you to all of them and make sure you do not falter. Empress, Diamante.”

 

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Out of the corner of her eye, Blume can see the disapproving look he casts in her direction as she expresses her blatant feelings against God. God didn’t save her when she begged and pleaded for mercy when her own people experimented on her like a lab rat. How they caged her and kept her hidden from the world for the safety of those around her. God did not hear her cries; He only watched as they ripped into her skin, marrying flesh and the slick, studded leather whip that kept her in line for nearly a decade.
Even with each shake of Dominic’s head, Blume continues her gentle tirade. There is a pointed look as she mentions the fragility of humans, and while she does mean the appointed such as those within this room, nor the two in which they had just had business with, perhaps Blume was still blind to the strength that humankind possessed… Dominic orders himself a drink and chaser to relieve himself of the tension and she almost sighed at the poor sight of him. He’d always been uncomfortable when it came to situations like this; he even goes so far as to begin stripping off his clothes to release the heat and she brings her attention back to the Priest.
“Is it a little warm in here or is it just me? Probably just me, I just have some Sake hahaha!”
All the while, the Servant eats and drinks as she speaks and addresses his concerns. She is observant of everything within this place. As she reaches the end, he rises from his seat, his plate clean and his drink dribbles away as he consumes the last of it before playing it back down and folding his hands in front of him as a proper priest would. Even from his tinted eyewear, Blume could see his gaze fall onto her as he addressed her to give her his answer after all this time.
“Your past holds many secrets, pain that you wish to lock away and shelter yourself from. You wish to heal this pain with nobility and honor. To save those who have suffered far more than you, than us. Your cause is just... I hear, and understand your resolve, Ms. Diamante.”
She says not a word, only allowing him to speak as he had given her the courtesy to without being interrupted. The Empress was kind and would listen when it counted.
“Humans are frail beings, they lack the necessary skills and prowess, this is true. However, they are remarkable beings. Capable of improvising, adapting, and overcoming the odds. No matter the countless troubles that have come across this world, they have learned to survive. They are not extinct yet. Despite what you think of the Shinigami, they have saved lives, lives that you nor I see. Their efforts nor your own will never be enough. Peace is a common goal for many, and one that will come increasingly difficult to achieve.”
So he was aware of their fragility yet supported them still in their endeavors. Human history was full of mystery. He follows up with the support of Shinigami as well and she feels a tick of annoyance but makes no move to show it in expression or body language. Her eyes are still on him, but in that instance, the image of the former Elbeck creeps in and she forces herself to continue to listen. Peace was something that she desired, what she wanted, and she had plenty of people laughing in her face since she had come to desire it all those years ago. If peace was never an option, then order would follow. The majority would have to benefit from something… Shinigami were the people to have watched her friend perish. From the reports of her men and her own memory, that beast from Hell could eat anything and make it his own. What had killed the Elbeck man was a product of shinigami, thus fueling her hatred for them… yet it was a shinigami that often showed her kindness. Such feelings were conflicted and fickle. The Empress should soon stop before she dives in too deep, but she does not.
“I’ve put my faith in God to give me strength, but it is up to me to channel that strength to others, to uplift them, to get them through seconds, minutes, hours, or even days in their lives. Yes, my work is small and seemingly futile. People still die and suffer before and after. It is life. The God I have spent my time with does not get involved because he has faith in our ability to grow and see life through, just as we have faith in him.
Blume hears the Man of Faith, yet holds this faraway look. His final sentence rings and she can only feel the ache of the scar that rests on her back. She still possesses no faith in this Higher Entity that he dearly respects, but she will further respect his decision to continue his faith as he pledges his service to her, ultimately.
“I will join your cause, Ms. Diamante. Perhaps it is time that I extend my help from the church I reside in. However, I will not neglect my duties and the lives I have allowed into the church, but I will make time for what you need in order to achieve a world where there is less suffering… You have compelled this old man's heart, and I see a bit of me in you…”
She has no problem with such a thing as this. Her right hand was also offered the same deal, and the support of the Diamante so long as their service to her was sound and they came when she called. Unbeknownst to him, the Church and its habitual residents would receive their blessings here and there from a rather generous donor.
“ I truly hope that you will live up to the words you have spoken today. I will hold you to all of them and make sure you do not falter. Empress Diamante.”
“I expect nothing less from you, Father Lehmann.”
She smiled, her rosey-pink rouge sticking to the porcelain as she sets it down back on its coaster, empty after its full consumption. She, too, rises from her seat and comes around the table. A sharp whistle slips past her lips and like a dog, the caped figure comes when it’s called and holds a precious azure teardrop jewel, plated in obsidian, along with a cane, molded out of the same material as a seele schneider. Taking it from Elende, Blume then turns to Dimitri and holds her hand out for him. Once he’d given her his hand, the blue jewel would come to rest on his inner forearm and react rather peculiar as there is a sharp pain that would supersede anything he’d ever felt prior in all of his years of combat, even more than what he may have felt when he earned the scar that sits on his face. Yet it was only a momentary pain. Just a second that may even have this almighty servant of God buckling down to his knees.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned for laying a hand on your Holiness.”
He may have questions, but the surge of power that would come from within him would silence him as she grants him a power that only three others possess. Elende claps childishly, filled with joyous youth as another joins their ranks. Dominic would have hopefully loosened up from all the tension, as his response would vary. Like her predecessor all those 1800 years ago, Blume possessed the ability to grant her people a Schrift, something so unique to them with ultimate power if they managed to hone it to the fullest extent. Their respective epithets would be revealed with time, raw unnerving power that would bring enemies to their knees. Consuming the blood of the Soul King had effectively turned Blume into something more powerful than she already had been. By consuming the blood, it essentially tied her and the quincies together, deeper than what they would have known as it was a reminiscence of how the former Emperor carved his soul into his Sternritter.
This particular alehouse was one of many Quincy bases, though, those worthy of having her in their presence required special treatment. It meant that they would be among the closest to her as one of the strongest within her growing army. Fredrick Elbeck once owned this place, and she holds it closest to her heart. The Empress’ relationship with his kin does not go unspoken for. Being brought here meant that they were worthy enough to become among the strongest of Quincy. As such, Elende was the informant that would alert the keepers that they would be expecting an important guest and ready the blood for consumption. Dimitri had unknowingly ordered away without another thought, but it was rather due to Lukas’ pestering and urging, and the keepers of the house did as they were ordered. Even in her own cup did it contain the blood in which they now share. Her soul rested within him, a letter carved into his heart.
From this point on, on the battlefield soon to come, Dimitri Lehmann would fall under the Epithet, Q, the "Quarantine", one of many to come. She hands him the special cane to which he would find out its uses later on if he was curious enough. It was from the Diamante Forge, carefully crafted and suited for his likeness.
“Welcome to my Wandenreich, my dear Peacekeeper. I hope you don't disappoint me.”

“Elende. Please take Father Lehmann home.”
And their business concluded. Elende would guide the elderly priest out with a large shadow cast against one of many walls and that would leave both Blume and Dominic alone once more. She sits across from him, another round of drinks coming to rest before them with a wave of her hand. As they settle in front of her, she hands one over to Dominic and takes her own. Unlike him, Blume had a stronger liking for Sake rather than rum. The smooth liquid slips past her lips and she exhales softly, raising a hand to press her fingers against forehead.
“You're awfully quiet... Do you have something on your mind? Did I say something that you didn't particular take well to?”
Blume sat level with her right-hand man, her advisor, her first... friend. As much as the two bicker, Blume holds Dominic's opinions higher than anyone else. She listens well to him, even as much of a pain as she seems outwardly. The Empress is dependent on this man more than anyone, so his expressive facial cues and awkward interjections hadn't gone unnoticed. The both of them were young, but neither were inherently foolish. Both of them balanced one another out; Dominic, the brash, straightforward fighter, and Blume, the political, more cunning combatant went hand-in-hand, and she could only home that he would understand the lengths in which she goes through to achieve what she desires.

 

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Dominic yawns as the old man went on with his long winded speech, never once doubting Blume in the slightest, never having a sense of fear that he would become nothing but a tool and lose his freedom. He rests his head on his palm again and raises an eyebrow at the old man. He rolls his eyes and looks away thinking to himself how much of a kiss ass this man sounds like. This man was in a position to ask for anything but instead asked for nothing, even Dominic threatened Blume on the day they met, warning her that he would ruin her plans if she got in the way of his goals. How well does that hold up these days? A triple crown champion in the MMA circuit championships he still holds to this very day. Despite that he’ll be keeping an eye on this old man who agreed to tag along so willingly.
Elende comes in with the tools needed to make this man a proper Sternritter, a ritual that he himself took part in to gain his own Epithet, E-The Energy. Granted, his “ceremony” was more casual than what is going on right now in front of him. He looks away again and stares at the booze that lines the wall behind the bar. He had no interest in drinking any more and was more so admiring the shapes of the bottles and the names on them. The Father drops to his knees as he gains his letter and it is ironic. “Thou shalt not bow down before any graven images” Even Dominic knows a thing or two about the Ten Commandments and yet here is the most holy man in the room bowing to a god and receiving power from them. Such a humorous sight it was and to be honest Dominic felt quite relieved when the man was taken from the bar, possibly to be given time to adjust to his new power that was just given to him.
“You're awfully quiet... Do you have something on your mind? Did I say something that you didn't particular take well to?”
”Nah, you were saying things that man could have turned around against you. But for whatever reason he chose not to. Hell, the dude went on a long speech filled with hot air just to say ‘Yeah, I’ll join the cause, I’ll do the thing I was born to do.’ It’s suspect to me is all. He’s a kiss ass, an arrogant one at that.”
He turns to face her and points with his thumb towards the door the old man was escorted out of.
”Keep an eye on Quincy who are so quick to join without giving up something on their end. Fools who got nothing to lose are the most dangerous and can mess things up for you…”
He sits quietly, rubbing his chin as he thinks to himself for a moment.
”Let me have him. I wanna see where this man’s head is at, I personally have to know if he is going to be a detriment to our cause or not. He might be a priest now…”
Dominic turns in his chair to lean back in it, looking back at the bottles on the wall again.
..but ol boy has a dark past, it can spring back up at any moment. Rather spring that trap now before we step in it.... It’ll make disposing of him when his uses have run out easier too, we’ll know what to expect if he snaps.”
He turns his head to look at Blume once again as he says his last sentence. Despite the doubts he may have in regards to Blume they are still friends. He has spent enough time around her to get on her train of thought in regards to things like this, the “Bigger Picture”. At some point all Quincy will run out of usefulness and have their power stripped from them. Dominic is no exception to this which is why he works hard, in his own way, to remain useful.
”So, what’s our next move?”

 

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“ I expect nothing less from you, Father Lehmann.”
Had the Priest traded his calm and quiet for violence and bloodshed? Will history eventually and inevitably repeat itself? Time will pass, and only time will tell if this future he questions will come to fruition. Though the holy man preps himself to live in the moment, allowing for each step to be, each moment to be praised; The next second is never promised. Rising from her seat, Blume calls out to an associate with an audible whistle. Two items capture his eyes through the lenses of his glasses. A peculiar Jewel which holds far more weight within the hands of Blume, and a new cane, one that will fit the Priest perfectly. Perhaps she had high hopes for him to join her ranks, and now she presents gifts.
From the figure unknown to him as Elende, Blume returns her attention to Dimitri who awaits her next course of action. She extends a hand, gesturing to take his own, and which he obliged without hesitation. Expecting the Jewel she holds to have a special gift; A power unlike any item of this world. Blume proceeds to place the jewel on his forearm and behind the lens of his glass, his eyes widened. A sharp pain supersedes his senses, causing every muscle in his build to tense. The very hand upon the cane crushes it, splintering the object into tiny pieces. In the same instance, his spiritual power breaks free only for a second, rushing past Blume, passing Dominic, and passing any other observers. The foundation of this building shakes, cracks form within the flooring and walls; but through this unbearing pain, he does not buckle and collapse to his knees. Under the robes of this priest is a man built on physical strength, sculpted, tempered, and managed from years of constant training…
“ Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned for laying a hand on your Holiness.”
At this statement, and through the final exploits of his pain he chuckles, closing his eyes in the process whilst his lips part only for a moment to exhale deeply, perfectly concealing the spiritual power that momentarily escaped. Concurrently his muscles relax and he prepares himself to receive a new Cane crafted from the Diamante Family. It would almost seem as though he broke the old one on purpose… Nevertheless-
” My apologies, for the mild destruction.”
“ Welcome to my Wandenreich, my dear Peacekeeper. I hope you don't disappoint me.”
Placing his cane before him, both his hands rest upon the top of it. His eyes linger towards its craftsmanship, and mentally notes that it wasn’t just made for walking or stabilization. It holds another ability, one that he will have to try out when he gets home. Speaking of home-
“ Elende. Please take Father Lehmann home.”
With no other words, a noticeable bow is directed to Blume. Dimitri follows her associate to yet another casted shadow to where they both disappear within the veil, leaving Dominic and Blume to themselves.