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Post by Bixir on May 16, 2023 5:38:16 GMT
Uryū stared listlessly over the crest of the hill, the sun hanging high overhead. Here, at the shrine, you could see the entirety of Karakura Town, if only at a glance. When you took it into perspective, it was not much of a town at all. It was rather large, and far from the mundanity that he had been led to believe. If the past year and a half was anything to go by, Karakura Town was a magnet for the strange and supernatural, not the least of which were Hollows. It was no mystery that the Holy See had become interested in this place. Likewise, it wasn’t a mystery as to what was setting Uryū on edge. His grip on his Heilig Bogen tensed. The fact that he was even wielding a Heilig Bogen again was nauseating… and yet, he didn’t mind it. He was not sure he could say the same for his “partner”. His father had impressed upon him the importance of familiarizing himself with the order as it was today, and taking initiative with the Quincy’s mission here would endear him to the powers that be. Uryū still didn’t know what that mission was. Not even his father did. Just what did that mean? What would the Holy See want with Karakura Town? If his own hubris had been anything to go by, it would not end well. After all, the mistakes of a single Quincy, and a novice at that, had nearly jeopardized the lives of everyone here. What effect would the involvement of the entire Holy See have? With such an organization in mind, what was it about this girl in particular that their superiors had decided to assign her to him for his first mission with the Holy See? Just how old was she, anyway? She looked even younger than him,, and yet Ryūken had referred to her as an Apostle. Had she trained with the Holy See for even longer than Uryū had with his grandfather, or was she just that skilled? The answers he had managed to find only drew more questions into the air. He wanted to feel at peace. This was, after all, everything that he had ever wanted, especially after he had thought that he had given up this life for the sake of his friends. It was all rather infuriating. The boy furrowed his brow and turned to… Isolde, was it? They had hardly had a moment to exchange pleasantries since first meeting at the church. She looked so innocent… he sighed. He needed to focus. ”So… what would you like to see first?” |
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Post by KittsMitts on May 16, 2023 5:42:05 GMT
Such a quaint little town.
Isolde was bored already. The town's in Japan had all started to look the same on the way here, and this was no exception. Why so many spiritual forces were attracted to such a place didn't make much sense to her. It was built into a mixture of steep hills and flat expanses where more development had occurred, a moderate amount of nature, the same kinds of stores and buildings and people as anywhere. Boring, boring, boring. Did they really have to leave the Vatican for such a depressing place? And then there was the self-proclaimed "Last of the Quincy." Or so he believed he had been. She often had to try not to laugh at his foolishness. At least he knew the truth of things now, and had remained dedicated to the cause... however much he knew about the current state of affairs. And now she was stuck babysitting. Supposedly he had a lot of potential, but she'd yet to see any of his work for herself. Maybe that would change today~ She glanced over at him, gazing over the town. Ugh, so serious. In spite of that permanent scowl on his face, and his furrowed brow aging him so, she knew he was around her age - perhaps even a year or two younger. She was certainly his senior in experience in their organization, and with their childlike Saint she hoped she wouldn't have to correct any behavior regarding her own appearance, lest he embarrass himself further and bring the wrath of someone in a position to truly punish him. It would be a shame, as he could have even been handsome if he wasn't so grumpy. Plus his name was hard to say... She'd been leaned back and perched against a wayward bicycle rack just off the path looking down, keeping a healthy few feet between them, when he decided it was time to end his contemplation and begin their mission. It was about time. Not like she knew where she was going around here. His question was exactly one she'd hoped he'd ask, so her eyes narrowed and she smiled brightly as she pushed herself forward and up with her hands clasped behind her back innocently. "Your school is here, right, Uryū? Take me there~"
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Post by Bixir on May 16, 2023 5:47:51 GMT
Uryū... was not expecting that. Why was Isolde interested in his school? She wasn't thinking of attending under a cover identity, was she? The last thing Uryū needed was another layer of complications to upholding his identity among his friends, least of all someone like Isolde. He didn't exactly know much - or anything, really - about her, though that was exactly the problem. Even though he had begun taking steps towards rejoining the ranks of the Quincy, he had more questions than ever before. Was it really wise to stray so close to the edge between these two worlds?
...of course, that implied that Uryū had a choice in the matter. He knew better than to question a request of someone who was certainly his superior. He made an effort to present a smile, though that had always been rather difficult for him. "Uhh, sure."
When Uryu moved, it was suddenly, and quickly. He needed to make sure that he had not gotten sloppy in the time that he had been without his gifts, and he was keen on avoiding any unnecessary encounters. He wasn't sure how Isolde would try to explain herself to his friends and teachers, if she bothered at all. Besides, this was reconnaissasnce, wasn't it? The less attention they drew to themselves, the better. Soon enough, Uryū would only have his Quincy life to worry about.
...then why did he feel so apprehensive?
These thoughts filled the gaps between his strides, near-instantaneous leaps and bounds across the landscape. They breached the hillside and entered the city limits almost immediately. Uryū kept to rooftops, making use of chimneys, fixtures, and other decorations to help conceal his presence while they headed towards the high school. Whether Isolde followed suit was another matter, though it was clear enough how discreet Uryū was trying to be. He said nothing to Isolde during this time, solely focused on getting to their destination with as little fuss as possible.
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