[BSD-RP] Schatten Bereich

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⦿Schatten Bereich 一 (影の領域 （シャッテン・ベライヒ), Shatten Beraihi; German and Japanese for "Shadow Realm"; Viz"Shadow Area"), which hides the Wandenreich from the Shinigami.
⦿Silbern 一 (銀架城 (ジルバーン), Jirubān; German for "Silver", Japanese for "Silver-Wrought Castle"; Viz"Silver Cross Fortress") was a large, ice-encrusted palace that the Wandenreich used as its main base of operations during the Quincy Blood War. In the current era, the Quincy has once again made use of the broken palace, spending what seems like an eternity in this hidden space.
⦿Remnants of Wahrwelt 一 (真世界城 (ヴァールヴェルト), Vāruveruto; German for "True World", Japanese for "True World Castle" still exists despite its destruction. Even after the defeat of the Quincy and Yhwach, Wahrwelt fell and took its place within the Schatten Bereich, laid to ruins. In most recent years, Wahrwelt has essentially been rebuilt and renamed as Requiem 一 (引導), Indō; German for “Token of Remembrance”, Japanese for “Guidance”).

 

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Ten years have passed in the World of the Living, and humans have done their best to forget the tragedies that littered their cities. The chaos that had riddled their former homes were gone, decimated and left in ruins. Life as they had known it had gone away at the blink of an eye, and not many were left to pick up the pieces. The Quincy had left, allowing the Shinigami to perform their jobs, but upon the return back, the aftermath left behind had said otherwise. Bodies had littered the grounds of the Diamante Estate; the bodies of her people, that she had proclaimed to protect on her path to Empress.
Upon stepping out of the shadows and into an open area on her grounds, Blume Diamante looked around, her silence speaking volumes above anything that she would have been able to say. Her bottom lip trembles, and while there are no tears, her frustration is clear as she clenches her fists so tightly that her nails bite through the fabric and tear through the woven seams to pierce her skin, blood dripping down her hands and onto the sodden floor where her blood had mixed with whoever’s it was that she stood upon.
“Balance… These Shinigami preach about balance, and yet according to our beloved history, they even purge the demons that harm innocents. Pure souls ravaged by the monsters we imagined when we were children.”
Blume opens the palms of her hand, seeing her own blood after… many years. She had never been hit, much less harmed in such a way that she got the chance to see her own blood. Since birth, Blume has walked through valleys of blood of those that had sacrificed their bodies to her in her pursuit of control. Death was frightening when she had first grasped the concept, but day in and day out of pushing her limits and testing them even further. At times, the young mistress had seen these people as expendable for her own benefit, and it was here that the Elders had the most control over her. A puppet for them to mold into what they would deem a “perfect quincy.”
Unfortunately for them, their puppet had decided to cut its own strings before their control was complete.
Turning her head, Blume would catch the passing figure of Dominic not too far from her. The other Quincy had managed to gather the fallen and pry off the casings left behind on the Edelsteinzug (宝石隊, "Gem Squad" lit. Jewel Platoon) and set them in Blume’s hands. The cool touch of the metal base soothed the wounds that she’d created herself and Blume turned one over, her gaze softening as her fingers ran over the carved indentions of initials that covered the back of one of the cases; this case was not alone, as several others also bore initials of their own, and she can only recall Dominic’s words before they had retreated to the Schatten Bereich.
”Last time, this is the last time we run. You get your shit together and start acting like the Empress you’re supposed to be and take some consideration for the people working for or serving you cause if you don’t you’re dumb scary-ass is going to be surrounded by backstabbers and schemers and I hate those type of people more than anything.”
He’d grabbed her hand so furiously, but it was not enough to hurt her, and made his statement very clear. Dominic was not one to falter, let alone lie and say meaningless things. He wore his heart on his sleeve and performed dutifully, something that she would forever appreciate. If Blume hadn’t found him, she wasn’t sure where she would have been past this night. Both of them were weak, and would spend the next decade to better themselves, not only to protect each other, but for the vision she had, and he supported.

The gentle buzz of her phone alerted her, the screen flashing as a reminder and date of an important event that she was required to attend. Leaning back in her seat, Blume Diamante pushed herself away from her desk and looked over the horizon that peered through the partially open window just a few feet away from her. A gentle breeze slips through, flushing cool air against the skin of her cheeks and lifting stray wisps of her hair, a wave of peace passing through her frame as Blume rises just to take a seat on the sill.
“Empress. Miss Stephania’s show will be ending soon. You must hurry and get ready in order to meet her per your request.”
Mia’s heavenly voice had come from behind her, and Blume only gave her a gentle smile before a nod followed and she rose out of her seat. Towering over her maid, she brushed past the fellow Quincy and into her own room where several outfits had laid across the large bed. Beautiful dresses and corresponding attire sat before her, and she placed her hands on her hips, deep in thought on which piece to choose. Ultimately, she had gone with a simple white gown.
“Thank you, Mia. Have you notified Dominic? He is my escort, of course.”
“Yes, Empress. Bradley should be fetching him and forcing him to get dressed; you know how Sir Dominic gets about wearing suits. We will meet them in the courtyard.”
“He’s such a baby.”
The two women share a laugh as they make fun of the famous bodyguard’s relationship with suits and formal wear. After getting ready in full, Blume crossed into the courtyard where she meets Dominic, her heels clicking along the icy ground of the palace. Her white gown graciously reveals the supple flesh of her leg, and directly beneath their feet, a large shadow spreads from beneath her foot once the two meet in the middle. Handing a series of items over to Dominic to stuff in his pockets since she had none; such was the downside of owning a gown by the renowned seamstress Stephania, the most successful woman known in Naruki City.
“Oh, please tell Lukas that I’ll be paying him a visit after my business in Naruki… And to eat something. Honestly, the man’s going to work himself to death. I swear he forgets that he’s human...”
And then they were gone.
Schatten Bereich ———————————— traveling to ———————————— Naruki City

 

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9 Years Ago…
There was time to finally settle down after the Arrancar raid on Karakura town, time for some sense or normality to return to the lives of those affected by the events that unfolded over those four days. During that time Dominic had learned that his uncle was a casualty in those events. What energy he could have used to mourn him was focused on becoming stronger, a stronger MMA fighter and a stronger Quincy. He doubled down on his Quincy studies while keeping up on his physical prowess. His workhorse mentality surely inspired others around him to do the same in some way. Under the tutelage of Diamante instructors he never missed a beat with his Quincy training, more than that they even supplied him with coaches to elevate his fighting game to the next level. It was a strange equivalent exchange and he noticed it. Losing the only parental figure he ever had in exchange for the best teachers and coaches the Diamante had to offer. If he could trade all of that to have his uncle back he’d do it in a heartbeat.
Rise of a Champion
His first fight with Diamante sponsors backing him was something he only saw in dreams, the bright lights of a stadium, the roar of the crowd, the cameras, the hype. When he walked out for his first fight his senses were assaulted by all of this and for the first time in his life he was petrified. Diamante promoters hyped this youngman up to mythical proportions dubbing him the one hit K.O. king. His eyes absorbed the information around him before finally moving forward, each step felt heavy as if his legs were made of lead. This was what he always wanted, right? To stand center stage where other MMA greats stood and claimed the fighting world as their own. Without a doubt, this is what he wanted and he presses onward until finally setting foot in that familiar octagonal structure. He was home, all the lights, roaring crowds, cameras, they all vanished once he crossed that threshold.
Heavy legs were no more, he started bouncing in place, loosening himself up for what was to be his big debut. Looked at as a rookie backed by the wealthy, he wasn’t thought of as much, especially due to how he walked out to the ring. Announcers were already calling the fight in favor of his opponent, saying things like “This kid is in over his head!” or “This youngman is in the wrong place, he looks lost!” These words made him smile, he smiled so much he began to grin and ooze with confidence. No, these people have no idea what he’s seen. The gates of hell opened up right in front of him, a town besieged by spiritual monsters that claimed countless lives. The one in over his head is the man who stands across from Dominic.
To clear the air, Dominic never uses his spiritual powers when competing, only his raw human talent and skill. The bell rings, both fighters meet in the center of the ring to touch gloves, a form of courtesy to one another. They circle around the ring and his opponent rushes in for a double leg takedown. He thinks Dominic is a cocky rich kid way out of his league, his little 3-0 record must have been fighters paid to take a dive. While these thoughts were going through the man’s head he realized Dominic was no longer in front of him. The last fading image he saw was the announcers, jaw dropped, hands in the air in amazement. The youngman took notice of his opponents movements the way his muscle began to move for that take down and once it was initiated he repositioned himself to the side.
One well placed soccer kick to the head was all it took to knock his opponent out in a match that ran the course of 18 seconds. 4-0 was his new record and it would only continue to grow from there.
6 Years Ago…
15-0 Is his current record and he managed to grab his first world title, the Middleweight Champion. He had shed some weight to compete in this division and he had an absolute stranglehold on it and it’s title. His goal had been accomplished and he became a world champion but that wasn’t enough. He wanted to dominate the entire MMA world. But before he began to do that his Quincy studies were taking priority for a bit of time. He finally managed to start creating his own bow effortlessly and his marksmanship was becoming quite exceptional. The level of energy and power he put behind each arrow was astounding, the targets he would shoot would be left with gaping holes in them. The abundance of Hollow’s made live target practice much more viable, given the amount of them that were around it seemed like the Quincy could kill them without suffering the wrath of the Shinigami.
But this meant nothing to Dominic, killing these fodder meant nothing unless he could kill the source, the true threats, the Arrancar. His studies continued and eventually he stopped attending the live target exercises, it was like a child crushing ants they learn nothing from it other than they are superior to the ants, that is not how Dominic wants to prove his strength. He wants to fight and beat the best, just as he does in his MMA career so too will he do this in his life as a Quincy.
Dominator
Challenges came his way often as his stranglehold on the Middleweight Division continued. To defeat Dominic would not only boost one’s career but their bank accounts as well. Betting on his fights became like the lottery, should Dominic ever lose, the pot would be tremendous and those who bet against him would become overnight millionaires. These shallow fleeting dreams of gamblers would not come to fruition even after the man took center stage in the Light Heavyweight Division. His days of one hit K.O. were behind him as he began drawing out fights to enjoy them, learn from his opponent and most of all, put on a show. He loved this life, the thrill of it was the greatest thing for him, here he could be free, do as he pleased without repercussions. However, as time ticked on his large cocky grin slowly faded, everyone watching this man’s career noticed that he no longer wore what was once his trademark grin.
A bit of a celebrity at this point rumors began to circulate about his health and wellbeing or if some condition he has is preventing him from making those one shot K.O’s of old. These rumors were not true, of course, and they did not bother him in the slightest. Their little gossip meant nothing to him as long as he got to fight in matches he was happy. In truth he was growing up, the teachings and drilling of being a proper Quincy were maturing Dominic quite a bit taking him from a brash foul mouthed boy to a studious and disciplined man. Although he still had the potential to be quite foul mouthed, that was something he could never get rid of entirely.
Since he was Blume’s bodyguard this new demeanor was more suitable, at least to those around Blume who wanted to keep the look of Royalty intact. This never once stopped him from being blunt with Blume, never hesitating to call her ideas stupid, or disagree with her. While he wasn’t exactly her council he was a voice that kept himself grounded in reality. While everyone else had their heads in the clouds talking about mights and maybes or boosting Blume’s ego Dominic kept his eyes forward, always making sure to watch where he stepped and in turn made sure Blume walked a similar path at the very least. There weren’t many who would call him out on his brash rational since there weren’t many, if any at all, who could call him out. The man was a world champion in MMA, furthermore, his skills as a Quincy were beyond any of their petty notions of nobility and prestige. He grew up with something most of them probably didn’t have, common sense.
1 Year Ago…
Middleweight, Light Heavyweight, and Heavyweight, he had all three titles, he was the ruling king of them and there was no one who could or would dispute his reign. There were still those who threw their hat in the ring, no pun intended, and tried to dethrone him but they always failed. With no more suitable challengers Dominic announced his retirement but not before calling out a star rookie he had his eyes on. He was retiring young, yes, but many saw this as him passing the torch onto the next generation, to the next great champion of the future. None of these were the case, Dominic had his eyes on the young man because he was spiritually aware and possessed Reiryoku to some degree. This rookie was able to use his Reiryoku to enhance himself to dominate in fights. He was no threat to anyone outside of humans, if he were attacked by a Hollow he would surely be easily eaten without much effort on the Hollow’s part.
Dominic spent his whole career never using his Spiritual Energy so to see someone else using their to climb the ranks upset him and he had to put them in their place.
”I’m gonna show you there is a whole world of power that you shouldn’t be fucking with.”
Dominic said these words to the star rookie, Tekisetsu, at the weigh in and he immediately knew what he was talking about. He knew because the moment he said those words Dominic began to show his Reiryoku. Tekisetsu saw this, he saw that there was someone else in the world just like him and that he would have to fight him. The world was confused by Dominic’s statement, was he out to crush a rookie in his final match? Was the indomitable champion truly about to end the career of a rookie? Naturally, as they do, people took to social media and took his words out of context, over analyzing the footage and so on. They didn’t have the whole truth, they didn’t even know what his words meant so they made their own truth and gave his words their own meaning. In a matter of days the beloved champion had become a despicable villain. His pr team tried to play damage control but Doiminic told them to “let it ride” meaning to just let people continue on their wave of ignorance. His opponent got the message and he alone knows what it means and because of that he can never tell the public that he has Spiritual powers and that’s how he managed to get so far. Not only would it sound ridiculous it would devalue everything Tekisetsu had done up to that point.
The Champion
The day of the fight arrived, the match was high profile so there would be many eyes glued to that octagon. First to come out was the star rookie, a young man who had been hailed as the second coming of Dominic. Unknown to the masses, Tekisetsu was using spiritual power to win all his battles. His stride to the ring was not a confident one, there was nervousness in every step he took and the announcers were quick to pick up on this but chalked it up to a natural reaction to facing the Triple Crown Champion. The Champion makes his way out and is met by thunderous boos. He keeps a soft smile on his face despite all of this, his eyes and focus are tunneled on the rookie.
The ring announcer began to hype the crowd up, introducing each fighter to them with gusto. But as much as the crowd cheered and booed they were quick to fall silent when the fight began as the two fighters just stood on opposite ends of the ring just staring at each other. The first one to stride to make the first move was Dominic, closing the gap rather quickly throwing a right straight. The shock of the century takes place as the rookie not only dodges the blow but counters with an uppercut that actually manages to stagger the Champ. He stumbles backward from the blow with the rookie closing in fast. Rushing to finish the fight early he is caught by a right hook that firmly connects to the side of his head. He was rocked by the punch, enough to get him to back down from his assault.
”Fight like you normally do punk ass!”
Dominic shouts at Tekisetsu, taking him off guard for a moment. He wasn’t using his spiritual energy yet and Dominic wanted him to use it to show him that there are no shortcuts he can take to the title. Then it happens, no one else could see it, only those who are spiritually aware could see the silver Reiryoku flowing from the rookies body. It was dazzling to look at, quite possibly the most beautiful Reiryoku Dominic had ever seen, even if it didn’t amount to much it was still nice to look at. Both men tighten their guard as Dominic closes the gap again and throws a left jab, the rookie ducks using his now spiritually enhanced body to outpace the champ.
CRACK!!
A sickening crack echos in the arena as the rookie takes a knee to the face. He stumbles back, trying to catch himself and regain his composure before Dominic can close in on him, but he is too late. The champ was upon him and delivered a body blow the landed with a solid thud if not for the Reiryoku running through his body he would have been on the ground by now and he knows this. The sweat running down his face is more than salty, it tastes metallic. His nose was broken from the knee to the face he suffered not long ago and before he knew it his back was up against the cage. He was an animal backed into a corner and he viciously lashes out with a straight kick to the midsection of Dominic with a thud of his own. He feints a left jab then feints a right hook only to connect with another kick to the champ's midsection. He moves to throw another kick to which Dominic raises a leg to check the kick only to have Tekisetsu slip through his guard with straight left to his chest.
This was the first time anyone had seen Dominic out played like this in a fight, more than that it's the first time anyone had seen a fight like this period. There were no breaks, no pacing the ring, there were constantly punches and kicks flying in this bout. The rookie is slowly pushing Dominic towards the cage, he wants to end this fight as soon as possible because the air of this fight is ominous and ripe with disaster. Dominic lowers his arms and in that moment Tekisetsu launches a powerful roundhouse that seeks to take the champ’s head off and for a second he believes that he does. Dominic’s head vanishes from sight for a brief moment, long enough for the rookie to think he really decapitated him.
Theme of Dominic
The audience and announcers are in shock, how did he miss this kick? To their eyes he whiffed the kick big time but he knew what he saw, somehow Dominic moved his head fast enough to completely vanish right before his eyes. Stunned by this strange dodge, he didn’t think about how he was still off balance from his kick because he left his right side wide open and was blasted by a left hook from the champ. It rocks his brain and rattles him badly as he stumbles all over the ring and before his opponent could follow up the bell sounds for the end of round one. Dominic didn’t close in after hitting him, maybe he knew the bell was about to ring or maybe he wanted to beat on the rookie a little more either way the young man was spared just a bit longer.
He was fighting with everything he knew and everything he had combined with his Reiryoku all while Dominic was fighting with pure skill and technique. He couldn’t comprehend how his opponent was still standing, was he just that weak? Did his Reiryoiku do nothing but put him on par with top level fighters and nothing more? In Dominic’s corner his coaches were telling him not to take any more heavy hits like that, he runs the risk of being hospitalized or worse. In one ear and out the other, he was having the time of his life out there no one could tell him what to do. Besides, he already knew that he can’t risk any more strikes from his opponent, not as a human anyway. He figured it was time to carry through on his promise and show the rookie exactly what world of power he shouldn’t be fucking with.
The second round was about to start, the fighters stood up and made their way towards the center of the ring. Tekisetsu was producing Reiatsu, he did have Reiryoku after all, however it was very subtle and it was fading as the first round went on. Having had some time to recover it built itself back up a bit and began trickling down once more.
”Brace yourself.”
Dominic declares to his opponent as his own Reiatsu crashes down around them. The rookie was petrified he had never felt this sort of pressure before nor did he know it could reach these levels. Honestly the amount of Reiatsu Dominic was exerting was just enough for other spiritual beings to pick up on, if a Shinigami were to feel this it would be like a light breeze hitting them but for Tekisetsu it was like a mountain resting on his shoulders. He puts up his guard as Dominic closes the gap between them and he starts to panic because Dominic has no stance, he’s just casually strolling towards him.
“Will he attack from the left or right? Is he aiming for my head or-”
The rookie’s thoughts are cut short by a lightning fast straight kick to his stomach, it winds him, cripples him and he collapses to his knees crumbling like a brittle cookie. Dominic backs off as the ref rushes in to check Tekisetsu, he taps his shoulder once and the young man springs back onto his feet to the shock of everyone except Dominic. Reiryoku can be used to reinforce the body to a certain degree and this was one such instance as Tekisetsu strengthened his core muscles shortly after impact. However, his efforts were too slow as he ultimately did succumb to the damage for a brief moment. He was back on his feet and fully aware of his surroundings which amazed the ref of the match, he’d never seen anyone take a hit like that, fall like that nor stand up so fast and be alert. Everything checked out and so the fight continued with Tekisetsu going on the offensive moving in for another double leg takedown, a move that rewarded him with a broken nose earlier in the match. This time things would be different as he braced and prepared himself for a counter. He connects, much to his surprise he grasps a hold of both Dominic’s legs and then…
THOOM!
Tekisetsu’s eyes go white, his body goes limp, and he collapses at the feet of the Champion. Dominic landed a heavy and solid punch to his back, knocking the air out of him once again and rendering him unconscious, once again. By MMA rules separation of consciousness isn’t as necessary for KOs as much as it is a fighter being unable to physically defend himself or herself. Meaning as long as Dominic didn’t “go in for the kill” Tekisetsu wasn’t out of the match just yet. Dominic backs away from him and in a matter of seconds the rookie was back on his feet, though he got to them much slower than the first time. The champ was showing him what it was like to fight with Reiryoku, how one-sided it truly is to be pummeled by someone with an unfair advantage. He was teaching him a lesson more so than just beating him up and after that second knockdown Tekisetsu started to understand. He bottled up his Reiryoku, to the best of his ability, enough for Dominic to get the hint and so he did the same except his vanished entirely.
Dominic took a stance and his challenger, Tekisetsu, did as well. The rookie was winded and beaten but he nodded to Dominic a silent show of respect and understanding for what he was taught. The champ just smiles at him and the two move towards the center of the ring once more…
Present Day
The last ten years of Dominic’s life have been interesting and quite eventful. He never expected that his final fight would be against a spiritually aware human, perhaps this human could one day be of use for the Quincy. That's right, being officially retired from MMA he has all his focus on what he truly is and what he could do to benefit his race. As Blume Diamante’s bodyguard he must ensure her safety and her safety means the safety of the Quincy Empire. Though this means being dragged around to events he’d rather not be at such as fashion shows. Having gained fame through his MMA exploits he is easy enough to recognize, especially here in Japan due to his complexion.
”I hate wearing these damn suits… Why can’t we just go in street clothes?”
He complains about wearing the suit as he has always done, even after ten years he never stopped whining about them. Well to be fair he has a point, the restrictive nature of wearing a suit will hinder his movement, provided that he doesn’t want to tear or destroy the tailor made garb. After making a fuss he does make his way out to the courtyard where he meets with Blume. As she starts handing him items he sighs about it, rolling his eyes even.
”All that money you got and you can’t ask them to put pockets on your dresses? Whatever, lets get this show on the road.”

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Nine years ago:
A low beep accompanied by a flashing red light. Another Failure, He reaches his hand over to the button to press it. Another cycle starts.
Chambers exchange, and vials begin to swirl. Each is injected with several research drugs and organic compounds that make up the Soul King's blood. He had been at it for months. Now that they were strong enough to access the reaches of the Schatten Bereich. He could complete his analysis and examination of the Soul King's very blood. The problem...
" This damn shit is so volatile it won't dilute or diffuse... I need more tools. Something foreign and abstract. I hear Fullbringers are reportedly dead in the aftermath? " Lukas tilted his glasses back onto his face, sitting straight from leaning above research reports.
" Yes, Sir. " A quincy soldier reported with a salute.
" Get me one, Living or no, I don't care what becomes of the filth. Make sure it suffers. "
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Time shifts differently in the Schatten Bereich.
Seventy Years Ago:
A low beep accompanied by a flashing red light. Another Failure, He reaches his hand over to the button to press it. Another cycle starts.
" Sir! " A Quincy soldier reports with a salute.
" What is it. "
" Sir! We have the remains of the Fullbringer known as Avillio. We discovered his body in the graveyard where Quincy was buried. WE believe they were friends of some sort. " A Quincy soldier reports with a salute.
For the first time in four years, Lukas turned to face his assistant. Before the Assistant could look up, Lukas's hand dashed across the males' face. The Quincy male stumbled backward before regaining composure and returning to open salute.
" Firstly, You think a Quincy would befriend such a mongrel of being? Do not ever disgrace my presence with such nonsense again. Secondly, This thing has no name. It is nothing but a tool to further our goals. Break his body down into components; let's begin. "
The Quincy Would turn the body of Avillio into regents and agents used to distill and isolate the Soul King's blood. This process would speed the analysis and give more accurate results. Lukas killed the assistants who helped during this process.
Fifty Years Ago:
A low beep accompanied by a flashing red light. Another Failure, He reaches his hand over to the button to press it. Another cycle starts.
The lab was filled with many items now. Projects and weapons. Other families had reached them and joined their cause. Quincy now integrated the blood into the Quincy, and each had recognized one soul as their leader. Yet still, something was missing. Lukas stared at the buzzing monitors. Each one blinking now, with multiple rooms isolated to this project. Each one blinked red.
Lukas lifted his glasses back onto his face and sat straight. The assistant behind him stood alert. Watching the door to the room.
" Alfred. " Lukas spoke, in almost a whisper. The same calm, collected, and almost sweet voice he always used.
" Sir! " A Quincy soldier reports with a salute.
Lukas looked over his shoulder. A rarety among actions by this monolith of information. " Alfred, You are a lone soldier we took in as an orphan, are you not? Speak freely, of course. " He spoke calmly.

The guard dared not to hesitate. He straightened up, and even though he was ordered to speak calmly, he gives one more;
" Sir! " And reports with a salute. " The Diamante family took me in when I was a child after my family went missing. Dad was a human, so I don't think they were liked much, Sir. "
Lukas smiled.
" Alfred, I'm sorry to keep harassing you like this; I need some conversation to pass the time. I don't see you out much, no friends waiting for you, no sassy lady to annoy you at home? "
The assistant known as Alfred would shake his head and casually say with his guard down. " No Sir, Mr. Diamante. It's just my two lizards and me. "
Alfred Heisenberg was reported as 'failed to report' the next following weeks. His location remains a mystery to most.
A low beep accompanied by a flashing green light. The First of many, He reaches his hand over to the button to press it. The Cycle ends.
Twenty Years Ago:
Lukas stands over a monitor, pushing his glasses back onto his face. He sits straight and looks towards the security monitors. There are no more assistants. He has outgrown their use, and Blume doesn't trust him with another after so many go 'missing.'
The screen shows rooms of Quincy, Diamante instructors. Drilling giant masses of soldiers. The Diamante created these beings to fight their wars for them.
But for now, they grow their numbers by continuing reproduction.
Thousands by the day.
" Get the main Quincy in active gear, Start live drills with the new soldiers. If they die, I'll make more. Don't stop till each of them is sure they can kill one hundred shinigami single-handedly. If not, I'll deal with them personally. "
Present Day:
The sliding door opens to the facility: the outer layer, a decontamination room. The vents hiss and spray the Quincy inside with agents to ensure he doesn't contaminate anything with outside pathogens. The second door opens. Lukas is waiting for the messenger.
" Sir! " A Quincy soldier reports with a salute.
" What is it. "
" Sir! Blume would like us to remind you to eat and rest, Sir! "
Lukas laughs softly before looking at himself in the chrome reflection of a machine humming across the room. He was tall, healthy-looking, but he knew otherwise. He had been living and sleeping in this lab since it was operational. He couldn't live off of the Gemischt (混血統 (ゲミシュト), Gemishuto; German for "Mixed," Japanese for "Mixed-Blooded"; Viz "Mixed Breeds") forever. Tilting his head to the side, he sent bones cracking in his neck—the loud crunch making the Quincy attendant flinch slightly.
" Very well, fetch my car. I'll go to Karakura for a change of scenery. "
He could finally afford a small respite away from the lab. The Wandenreich, The Sternritter, The Epithets, The overall Soldat, Overall the massive Daten acquired over these last one hundred years inside the Schatten Bereich was a succession itself to be rewarded. So he would go for a drive and a meal.
: Heading to Karakura Town :

 

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From Karakura Town
Stepping out of the shadow created by Blume he presses onward into Silbern with Jeuno on his shoulder. Soldats approach Dominic, finding it odd that he was returning alone and with an unconscious stranger in tow. He stops walking as he and the guards meet, looking at each one of them before speaking.
”I’m taking this guy to one of the guest rooms, he ain’t dying or dead, just needs to rest and recover. The Empress wants Lukas to look after him so go get him and let him know, he’ll be able to sense me out and find the room. The Empress also has things she wants to take care of alone so I’m not sure when she’ll be back. Uhhh, and that's about it. If you need me for anything let me know, I’ll be hanging around here until this one wakes up.”
”Yes Sir!”
They salute and move out to find Lukas leaving Dominic alone raising an eyebrow for a moment before shaking his head.
”Just a simple ‘will do’ or ‘okay’ would have been fine. Bunch of boy scouts.”
Dominic makes fun of how the Soldats address him, despite his position he isn’t fond of how people address him, he is just too casual of a person to take it seriously. He lets out a sigh and continues on to deliver Jeuno to his room. As he moves through the palace he crosses paths with other soldiers of the Quincy Empire, he waves and nods to them as he moves along as they make way and salute him. He finally makes it to the room and carelessly tosses Jeuno onto the bed, still not happy with him shooting at Blume this is but a small way he can get back at him without hurting him. He turns to leave the room and stops deciding to pull up a chair and sit down instead. He relaxes in the seat and closes his eyes if he is asleep or not entirely known.