Things are a'changin' [Closed Amelia & Weylin]

"Weylin!"

Amelia's arrival was sudden and abrupt as the door swung open. Her expression was the first indicator that something had gone wrong, a worried look on her face. Amelia lent forwards, resting her hands on her knees for support as she caught her breath. Pointing off somewhere in the vague direction of scene of the incident she piped up as she recovered from her sprint.

"It's... It's your guy, Raphael. Raphael Laurent."

Straightening up her golden gaze met his mismatched eyes, a upset and somewhat distressed look on her face. Amelia had intended on meeting Raphael Laurent once again to assist him in his endeavour to make full use of the Quincy side of him as he had been doing recently. Having business earlier in the day meant that Amelia had arrived late, delayed by a combination of study into Quincy history in the last two hundred years with the books and scripts that she had obtained from a contact that her father, Marco Vietti had introduced to Amelia who was living relatively near to her. That and the fact that she had gotten so engrossed in the text that she neglected to eat lunch when she intended. Given that the fresh eggs, tomatoes and the sausages and bacon were begging to be fried together, she delayed her leaving further. When she finally reached the agreed meeting point, Amelia had just enough time to scry Raphael's head clobbered with a nasty looking blunt object, bundled up and stuffed into the back of a van by a set of individuals she could barely make out from the distance. She had given chase but stopped almost immediately as she was not going to catch them, especially with the fact a set of arrows flew from the back of the van when she began to get closer. Amelia was no hero but she was not a coward, nor someone who would abandon someone if she did not have to.

"He's... I don't know! Some people knocked him out and drove off with him. They were Quincy, I tried to follow but they shot at me. I was meeting him, we were intending to train together but I was late. I came to see that. Do you have any ideas of who they might be? Did he have enemies within the ranks of Quincy? I know his mother was a Quincy or at least I think I recall him saying that. I don't know!"

Looking down to the side she cursed quietly to herself.

"I have no idea where he is, I can't feel his spiritual pressure from this distance but I know whereabouts the direction they were taking leads to. What do you want to do?"

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It had been mere minutes since von Wolfenstein’s return to the castle and already he felt like a man reborn. Meeting the new Primera had been…quite the interesting. It had certainly helped to improve his track record with Espada and had even brought back a hint of the young man that once believed that nobody is inherently good or bad. “What a remarkable person,” Weylin mumbled to himself and kempt his hair out of his face with one hand as he sat down on the stairs in the entry hall of his domicile.

However, his respite would last only mere moments. Already von Wolfenstein could feel Amelia make her way to the castle and her Reiatsu was a clear sign that something was off. To Weylin though there were a few things off about her as a person though too. As one of his greatest breakthroughs in medical history Amelia had long been plagued – or granted, depending on whom you asked – by a spiritual signature that felt very much like Weylin himself. Then it had lessened and even though his recent…endeavor had firmly imprinted a piece of him, whether others felt it or not, he could tell that Amelia as a whole was changing. There was a sensation about her, as if her Reiatsu and perhaps even body did not belong to her alone. Fascinating.

For now though he reckoned that this was not why she had come.

He watched her burst in from his resting point at the bottom end of the stairs. She heaved heavily, stammered a name whilst fighting for air. He gave her a moment to recuperate.

As Amelia reiterated the events Weylin furrowed his eyebrows. Worry gave way to sorrow, followed by regret.

“Raphael only recently unleashed that Quincy side of his, and that is my doing – it went quite similar to your own procedure actually. Regardless of that though there is exactly one other person whom I can think of that has the means and tenacity to keep track of Raphael closely enough to realize it, as well as shrewd enough to want to capitalize on it.” Von Wolfenstein shook his head as he rose to full height and although his face was still haggard and weary from the days past, for the first time in a long time it was quiet in his mind. Things were simple and clear.

“What will we do now?” he said and couldn’t help suppressing a smile. “We will rescue that oaf of course!”

“His mother used to work for me,” Weylin explained once they were in the Porsche and had made their way onto the Autobahn. He had not so much as looked at the GPS; after all that had happened there was little a Quincy could do to hide from him. “She is one of those cases where genius and madness lie so close together that you tolerate the latter because of the former. Kind of like Doctor House gets away with being an asshole because he is so damn good at his job.”

Weylin put the pedal to the metal and weaved tirelessly through the traffic. Why had they taken the car instead of flesh steps? Unbeknownst to Amelia von Wolfenstein felt so lighthearted and relaxed for the first time in weeks that he was beginning to enjoy himself. Rescuing a friend was a rather old-school style activity compared with gambits that impacted all three planes or an entire race, et cetera. It was straight forward. Direct. Beautiful.

“She and I had similar research interests too, but where I opted for a different route and was burdened with more responsibility, she took a rather…liberal approach to things. The end doesn’t justify the means, I suppose, but what she has achieved is truly remarkable.” He shifted gears. “This, however, is taking it a step too far.”

It took a while, and more than a few questionable maneuvers on Weylin’s part, but at last the two of them were overlooking a small compound. A barbwire fence as well as several runes and spells had been put up to keep people out; additionally to that though guards had been posted at intervals. The area itself seemed about as large as a football field with a makeshift metal complex in the middle that seemed so awkwardly put together von Wolfenstein was almost sure it extended down into the ground.

“See anything familiar?” Weylin asked and reached into his coat pocket to retrieve his silver lighter. “Or do you feel anything familiar?”

Raphael and his mother were inside, Weylin knew that with certainty. However, he also felt every other person. It was a good opportunity to test Amelia’s skills.

“Do you have a plan of approach, as ex-soldier, or do you want me to handle this?”

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Amelia grinned in response to his answer. Rescue mission it was. It was something that normally would turn Amelia away but it was a favour to both a friend and to Weylin von Wolfenstein to whom she owed her life. 

"Rescue it is!"

Listening carefully whilst seated in the Porsche flying down the roads of Germany, she frowned at the words she heard uttered. His mother, Raphael Laurent's was apparently a genius, a genius of the mad, wild and perhaps unhinged type who once worked alongside Weylin. Amelia pondered some of the things that she learnt during her time in the upper echelon of military ranks as she heard more of the tale. It was a sad truth that surface in many places unbeknownst to many that numerous nefarious acts went on behind the scenes which were labelled and justified with the popular utilitarian phase, 'for the greater good'.

"Agreed. This is extreme by any standards. And that's supposed to be his mother? Fuckin' medal for parent of the year right there."

Amelia rolled her eyes after her sarcastic comment, resting her arm out the window, feeling the cool breeze of her face, her hair whipping with the winds. She just hoped that this would be a simple snatch and grab, back into the Porsche and back to some degree of normality. Normality, that was an amusing word, like any semblance of normality remained in her world. No, from the first time she was tossed brutally from the fish pond to the ocean it seemed each event was simply a case her her moving from the frying pan to the freezer. Soon enough they had reached what appeared to be small compound with all the trimmings, barbed wire fences and a few lookout posts.

Weylin asked of her what she could feel that was familiar. There was a number of things that she could feel, one of them being a large number of people with spiritual signatures that felt like theirs. That and she could barely make out the fact that Raphael was somewhere in there below the ground. As she pondered he continued. A plan of action was necessary but Amelia did not know just who she was dealing with here. Despite the fact she was something akin to a super soldier now, Amelia was not betting on her ability to withstand an explosion or a bullet striking her body even if it was something that was not unlikely at the stage she had reached. In fact she had been testing her blut with air soft rifles. They merely hit and did nothing. The results were similar with a BB gun. She opted not to use a pistol on herself, she still felt all too human for a test like that.

"I can feel a number of people within the compound. I can feel Raphael barely. I can't point him out precisely from here but I can tell his below the ground which means this compound goes underground. It's a bit of a problem because we don't know the internal layout but t's not all that bad. Amelia procured her black gloves from her pocket and slipped them on to her hands. There's different things I can do now that I couldn't before given that movement isn't particularly limiting anymore and I'm far stronger than I ever was without my spiritual pressure."

And then the alarms went off.

Amelia face palmed as the element of surprised went down the drain. Alarms were going off so they were spotted. The area had to be laced with cameras if that was the case. Amelia reached to her hip and removed a pistol from the holster as she enthusiastically piped up, her eyes scanning the area.

"Well that's pretty shit isn't it? I'm guessing we were seen as we were approaching. I guess a stealthy approach is out the window then." Taking a careful aim, Amelia fired the HK USP Elite.at the high rise loudspeakers blaring out, landing two shots to shut the annoying thing up. Two more shots took out the two small camera that were pointing them. Tucking the pistol away again she smiled, cheerfully responding.

"Okay. How about this. An attack from multiple people from multiple angles. Give them something unnecessary to think about. Wait a second."

Sticking to cover, Amelia moved with blinding speed, soaring around with fluid steps, Hirenkyaku, a pair of long blue arrows remaining in place in each covered location as she made a quarter circle around the compound before returning to Weylin's side. "An attack on multiple fronts. Of course we came with several Quincy didn't we?" Winking with a cheeky grin on her face she made a signal for the troops to march. Or in this case a release of the numerous arrows she had formed firing from a multitude of locations showering the compound which was beginning to fill with armed soldiers. The arrows were deliberately made concussive, enough to seriously harm but they were intentionally non lethal. Forming a bow she launched a shot that pierced a giant maw in the cross linked fence. 

"Feeling brave Weylin? Want to break through the middle?"

Already the thrill and exhilaration of the action was running through the brown haired Quincy's veins and the worry of bullets and explosions were long gone. Along with that was the choice she gave to Weylin because already Amelia had shot forwards out from the cover through the gap and subdued the vast majority of the ordinary folk by unleashing her spiritual pressure on the area, cloaking it with a strength sapping gravity. At least it was case most of the number that had shown up, a few remained unfazed and they were the ones to be interested in. A number more were able to keep their bearings although disorientated. Glaring at those remaining she shouted out as she surged onward pulling a razor sharp, wicked looking combat knife from the other side of her belt, ready to cut some ligaments even though Weylin would probably clean up long before it got to that.  

"Lights, camera, action bitches!"

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“Medal for parent of the year?” Weylin arched an eyebrow. “O, believe me, there are far worse than her.”

How about the one sitting right next to you.

Watching Amelia ready herself put a smile on Weylin’s face. She had changed much since that fateful night. She had made enemy and friends, found mentors and probably taught neigh as much as she had learned. However, through all of this there was a certain energy to her voice and gestures that could easily sweep people along.

“As far as the layout is concerned…” von Wolfenstein said with a mischievous expression on his face. “Allow me to teach you one more trick.”

He inhaled and raised his leg, more for effect than out of necessity, and slammed his foot back down, emitting a wave of Reishi that raced out into every direction, resonating back to Weylin and drawing up a map in his mind. “It is a bit difficult at first, I admit,” the Quincy explained: “But once you learn to empty your mind and blend Reishi manipulation with Reiatsu perception you’ll find it a great tool.”

An instant later an alarm siren went off, making Weylin’s display more than questionable, and if it weren’t for the series of birds that suddenly stood at attention and zoomed in on their faces one could have blamed it all on von Wolfenstein. With a display of expert marksmanship Amelia used a conventional gun to take care of much of the equipment in their surroundings. At the same time her military training kicked in and with a cheerfulness that might have been inappropriate for the situation she conveyed her plan.

Folding his arms in front of his chest Weylin watched Amelia get to work. “Not bad,” he commented. “Creativity, adaptability…there is a certain cheekiness to it all, but perhaps that’s your personal style.” He nodded in acknowledgement. “All in all very impressive for a woman who started doing all of this not too long ago.” The differently colored eyes wandered to the complex. “Straight down the middle? Hmm…o, why not.” Amelia, however, had already sped ahead.

“Youths these days,” von Wolfenstein mumbled, despite being the younger one, as he made his way down the slope. Reaching for the silver case that held his cigarettes Weylin lit one with a flick of his fingers and continued to walk at a leisurely pace. Then suddenly something hit him in the face. Annoyed and irritated the White One glanced at the foreign object that had failed so poorly at doing him any harm.

BLAMM.

Only now the sound of the sniper rifle rolled over the hills. By simply snapping his fingers a blue orb, the size of a small marble, appeared over Weylin’s index finger and then rushed off at blinding speed, only to hit the sharpshooter scare in the forehead and knocking him out cold. “Since she is keeping casualties to a minimum, so should I,” von Wolfenstein mused as more and more of these blue orbs began to form behind his back, increasing in number with every step that he took. Then, at some invisible command, they all shot forth like a barrage of blue light. Hitting their marks without fail men and women, all soldiers, were knocked over and out, groaning softly before falling limp.

“I don’t think you will be need that quite yet,” von Wolfenstein remarked as he strolled past Amelia and her ugly knife. Before him an invisible force pried open the heavy steel doors that barred their entry. “I suppose we should have knocked,” Weylin said without ever stopping. Before him lay a spacious control room with a winding staircase in the middle that led down into the bowels of the building.

“Take a look at the map, if you wish,” absentmindedly Weylin motioned towards the wall: “Otherwise I’d recommend trying that little maneuver now. Go on. Oh, as a side note: some find it easier to perform barefoot.”

Giving her a moment von Wolfenstein disintegrated the butt of his cigarette. “Three floors down.” He finally said. “A big room. That’s where she is waiting. Raphael is close by, but two people are with him. One slightly stronger than you, the other decidedly weaker. Perhaps a scientist and a bodyguard?” He seemed to contemplate for a moment. “I do feel like it’s my responsibility to clean up the mess that is his mother – do you want to be the hero and save the damsel in distress then?”

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Amelia did not take the entire spotlight. Weylin joined the fray shortly after she did it was all done. He had take the liberty to deal with the rest of them in a swift and efficient manner, knock out first a sharpshooter tucked away in a vantage point far in the not too far distance of a nearby hill. The rest that were remaining from Amelia's initial sweeping of their forces were dealt with similarly, with a blue gathering of power smacking them straight in the foreheads prompting an impromptu bedtime for them all. Amelia pondered on the past a little more. Back before, something like this would have taken far longer she was never going to be able to do this single handed. Perhaps in a squad of five with another on standby for long range support they would be able to slip in and do what they needed to do and left. A full on firefight would be out of the question, one hit and it was over. Humans were fragile beings; at least the most of them. Amelia now was not a fragile as she was. The transition still awed her, it probably always would continue to do so.

'That was easy enough. Unbelievable really what the power of a Quincy provides. We're virtually unstoppable by conventional means.'

Amelia glanced down at her knife as Weylin rejoined her side. Twirling the blade around in her hand she stowed it away in one showy flourish. Shrugging her shoulders she followed along as her walked by towards the large steel gates. "What can I say? Force of habit." Grinning as the heavy doors were wrenched open by the force of his power she commented dryly. "You know this doesn't seem quite fair, them getting two visitors at once and only providing this much. They certainly don't know how to throw a welcoming party, where's the red carpet?"

The map of the layout was there but Amelia fancied trying out that nifty little maneuver of von Wolfenstein's. In theory it made sense, she could keep note of where the spiritual particles were so there was no reason why she shouldn't be able to do it. "Too much effort to undo these boots, I'll try it with them on for now. Oh and," Her fingers formed a gun which she pointed towards Weylin with a coy smile. 

"Bam."

A small amount of energy surged from her 'gun' knocking the cigarette from his mouth. Waggling her finger at him she piped up. "Smoking's no good for you Wey. You should take better care of yourself!" Stomping down on the ground a subtle shock wave of spiritual particles vibrating in the surrounding area echoed back a picture to Amelia.  It was difficult to perceive but she could see what he meant this time. It was like a radar at her disposal. She made a note to practice that particular move when she had more time to spare. "I see, that's an interesting way of getting a read on your surroundings. I got a hazy view of it all. I reckon I'll give it more practice later."

Amelia suppressed a laugh wanting to leave her lips. "Damsel in distress? Ha ha, I don't think he'd be all to happy to be called that but to be honest, it fits the situation quite well." Amelia began to head down the staircase thinking about it. "If you think that's best then I'm fine with that. I don't think you'll need my help. In regards the the person stronger than me..." Amelia reached into her shirt and procured the pendant that was around her neck and brought it into view. "I don't have a full grasp of it at all and to be honest this thing frightens me a bit but if push comes to shove, I can get it to activate. A lot has happened in regards to this thing since we last spoke. I'll have to tell you about it later. Anyway three floors, we're almost there, I can feel them much more clearer now."

Amelia crafted a bow swiftly from the particles around them and held it by her side.

"They should be just ahead now. Shall we go?"

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“On the contrary, my dear, their welcoming party is quite sufficient – as far as normal humans and Quincy are concerned. Fact of the matter is though that we are not only on par with them, but far superior.” There was no arrogance in Weylin’s voice as he spoke. He was simply stating facts.

A dry smile spread his thin lips apart as Amelia shot the cigarette from his mouth. It had been quite a while since someone had voiced genuine concerns about his health. “What can I say?” he tried, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Force of habit.”

“It does take quite a while to get used to,” Weylin acknowledged. “It mixes Reishi Manipulation and Reiatsu Perception. It might work better if you store a significant amount of Reishi first and emit that together with the wave. Later on you can always try the minimalist’s approach.”

Always the teacher. His prize-student however was already making headway towards their final destination.

“Yes,” von Wolfenstein replied and followed suit, the hands not once leaving his pocket. “I do imagine I’ll be fine…I am eager though to see how much you have improved! You’ve always favored the hands-on approach.” He passed her on the way down. The halls looked like they belonged to a hospital. There was the stench of chemicals and something indescribable lingering in the air and all in all it had a somewhat ominous feeling to it. As if on cue the doors at the end of the corridor swung open. Who were they to turn down an invitation? “Do me proud, Amelia.”

Stepping through the door Weylin felt taken back to the time he had spent attending university. Left and right were operating tables and yet the room was lined with seating of various heights to enable keen observation of what was going on on the operating table. There were two more doors to the room, at the far end and to the right, yet it was quite obvious behind which Raphael was kept. What was peculiar about it though was that with every passing moment the man began to feel a little different.

“I see,” von Wolfenstein said, breaking the silence. “You are turning latent potential into potential. Have you asked for his consent to that though?” He cocked his head to the side. “And why are you using such primitive ways to do so? I thought you more capable than that.” He resisted the urge to shake his head, focused on her Reiatsu instead. She had changed a lot since they had last met. Had grown in power, yet the way Reishi flickered around her gave the impression that something was not quite right about her.

“That’s no normal Sanrei, is it?”

Reishi began to circulate around von Wolfenstein as he began to slowly release his Reiatsu.

“Let’s put an end to all of this, Jennifer.”

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For the mist part Miss Vietti simply listened to the conversation going on as she took in the sight of Raphael in a rather sorry state. It was clear though, even to her that something was changing within him very quickly before her eyes or rather, her senses. Loosely her bow hung by her side though power was being constantly routed to it to fire at a moments notice. As much as she would like to simply take Raphael from that lovely table of 'Jennifer's' and leave, there was no way to do that without going through them. Instead, Amelia spoke up, her voice laced with dry sarcasm.

"You know. You may not know who I am. Actually I'm pretty certain you don't but I'm a pretty grounded person," she shrugged as if she was pointing out the obvious. "From what it looks like to me, you ought to be researching into making some better anti psychotics, after all it's clear that even if your psychiatrist but you on a higher dose of whatever you're taking, it wouldn't help you." 

Tapping her head lightly with her index finger on her spare hand she tutted at the woman. "You sound pretty deranged.Your ambitions are a tad... grandeur don't you think? Not many people like people who try to take over the world. Not a wise ambition. I wooooooooooould say you remind me of Hitler with your race obsession but at least he had charisma." Her expression hardened and her jokes ceased there and then. "It's people like you who would be snuffed out quietly by a group like my last. Typical that Quincy have people like that too. I'm not surprised anymore with what I've seen. You're hardly any different from Markus and you're twisted enough to do 'that' to your son. You might think you're some sort of heavenly being, you look the part with those wings I'll give you that. You might think that but you're not. You're just another power hungry shit, a plague on this world."

'God damn it, all walks of life. No matter where you go, pieces of shit like her still exist...'

Amelia raised her bow and glared at her foe as she spoke coldly. "He's not your foundation. He is not the beginning because this is the end."

With that Amelia kicked things off. If what she said was true, then Raphael had to be kept safe. Collateral damage could cause him to die if she was to be believe so the first thing would be to deal with them. Straight to the point Amelia launched a powerful bolt of blue at the false angel, she just hoped that by the end of this all remained well.

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As Jennifer spoke Weylin calmly reached for another cigarette and let the conversation he had had with Takua pass through his mind yet again. With a flick of his finger a spark of Reishi lit the tobacco and as Weylin exhaled a faint smell of eucalyptus permeated the air.

“The real problem here is that you are not inherently wrong, Jennifer,” von Wolfenstein admitted after a moment. “Markus obviously has some screws loose, but as far as the eugenics parts of your ideals are concerned you two would probably get along famously.” The differently colored eyes rested on the pair of wings for a moment. “The council is indeed useless. I’ve known that for a long time, hence I orchestrated the Kingsmoot. However, I failed to account for the petty needs for nobles and scheming. The concept of a king is inherently flawed because there are too few good people in the world – and for all of your noble and yet misguided ambitions, you are not amongst them either. “ He paused. “The world will change, is changing as a matter of fact, but at this rate you will not witness our return to glory.”

A sigh escaped the pale lips as Weylin looked at the arms his former friend bore.

“Amelia, be so kind as to release Raphael from his fate. I’ll handle things here.”

Slowly von Wolfenstein began to close the distance between Jennifer and himself.

You’ve got gall doing this to a friend and throwing Liora’s name in my face.

“You’re a clever woman so you should realize that you cannot possibly contain the amount of power you’re trying to channel right now.” The Reishi around Weylin grew denser and denser. “There is no single key to reaching my level of power either, albeit focusing your efforts on Blut was a smart move and indeed part of what I did.” With a flash of light two ethereal wings of blue burst from Weylin’s shoulders. Elyse and Rain – his twin guns – for a moment the Quincy debated to use them for nostalgia’s sake yet opted against it. Jennifer was as brilliant as she was crazy; who knew what treasures could be mined from those machines around him.

“I suppose there is no use in asking you to put down your arms and come quietly? I thought so.”

With a sudden lunge Weylin closed in. The woman’s powers had been forcefully elevated onto a level that neared his own and if that alone hadn’t already turned her into a dangerous foe the fact that the entire state was woefully unstable gave Weylin the impression that he was fighting a bomb that was ready to explode. However, he did have a plan to disarm said explosive. The bonding between the glove and Jennifer’s Reishi system was fragile – was it perhaps held in place by the part of him that he could sense flowing through her veins? That he himself had bestowed upon her by virtue of the woman being a Quincy?  Von Wolfenstein tabled these possible consequences of his actions for now and leaned to the side as to evade her sword. Instantly came his reply and his fist came down on her shield like a hammer on hot iron with two strikes fast enough to generate but a single sound.

In but a moment or two I will pick apart your Reishi, Jennifer, so enjoy your wings while you can.

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Amelia was what she would personally liken to an infant when it came to being a Quincy for quite literal reasons. Both in power, knowledge and experience she was immature. She was not granted a base to build upon from childhood. That base was being developed now. And just like an infant, eager to learn and rapidly acquire new skills and talents, wired to make use of the speedy growth to which they are naturally afforded, Amelia was in that said process. Cracking her free hand's knuckles she would take a step forwards. Weylin could deal with Jennifer. Amelia would focus on getting Raphael out of that awful contraption. Already he was starting to feel different, change was seemingly being thrust upon him; perhaps more aptly, injected into him. God knows what it was doing to him but from his expression, it was more than apparent that this was no gentle procedure. But first before that she would have to deal with 'him'.

He was a burly looking male with a nasty expression on his face, quite obviously a Quincy himself and seemingly strong. Amelia perceived him as strong but his strength barely usurped her own. Thinking about it that way Amelia wondered about her own strength, Had she come so far already. Sure there was a plateau ahead of her and the stairway spiralled infinitely upwards into the sky but looking down, the ground was now a long ways away In another time and place, had she been raised a Quincy from birth where would she be now? 

She was getting distracted so Amelia pushed her idle thoughts to one side. Thinking about that could come later. This, the here and now was important. Here, it was possible that her life was in danger and that warranted her undivided attention. Her honeyed eyes flicked from his face to the weapon that formed in his hand. A machine gun of sorts. Amelia just hoped it lacked the force of conventional weapons. Though with that in mind, it was actually entirely possible that a conventional weapon would be less dangerous to her now. Still she had not tested it but she felt increasingly more confident that her body had become extremely resilient and could withstand the impact of a typical bullet. 

All of a sudden, he was in her face a fist already swinging through the air. Amelia's pupils dilated. Her forearms raised in time to cover her face as the heavy fist slammed into her. The force was unlike any other punch she had taken before knocking her flying backwards several metres leaving her arms smarting.There was no time to stand around and rub her sore arms as the gun pointed towards her frame and fired a volley of blue projectiles. Amelia's perception began to work on over clock as her eyes focused on each of the single shots, her body moving somewhat instinctively to weave between the path of all the blue bullets, smashing through the walls behind her as she approached in a similar fashion using Hirenkyaku. In the air her leg spun around, a whip like motion lashing out a kick to the side of his head. Raising an arm he absorbed the impact of the blow and it was then Amelia chose to truly strike. 

In an instant, her spiritual pressure increased and an ethereal like mantle of black adorned her body. On the opposite side of her kick, a giant fist arced around from the tail of the mantle, a brutally forceful strike slamming into the other side of his head catching him sweetly off guard sending him to greet the far wall with the side of his head. Amelia did not envy him there. The mantle's power coursed through her cells, seeping into every pore and radiated from her core. It was uncomfortable having to use her Mekkayu, doubt and fear still surrounded its use but she was going to make use of it to save Raphael. Amelia would keep control, she 'had to. 

The man cursed loudly as he picked himself up and prepared to continue the assault. Either way, this needed to end fast. He needed to help Jennifer instead of dealing with this other lesser Quincy and she needed to get Raphael Laurent to safety post haste. 

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“Let us do battle!”, the woman exclaimed wildly, prompting a look of resignation onto Weylin’s face. He had always wanted for things to be peaceful. For people to be harmonious so that they could follow their life’s passion. A naïve though, he knew that now, but the fact that once again the good he had sought to sow had born terrible fruits was not lost on him.

Weylin opened his eyes and everything seemed tinted in a soft blue hue. Jennifer’s arm flexed, sword growing to an obscene length before she brought it down upon von Wolfenstein. However, Weylin did not flinch for a moment. What seemed like solid armor and awe-inspiring pressure at first glance was but an intricately woven pattern of Reishi particles to the Quincy. A pattern he would unravel to the last thread.

He could feel his blood pulse through her veins, channel Reishi and imbue her with the strength needed to sustain this form. That alone though was not enough to wield the powers she craved though, that required a certain quality of the soul, Weylin knew that better than anyone, and the moment the first miniscule tear appeared in her wings von Wolfenstein saw his chance. Surgically he picked away at the different weak points, blew out focal points in her system that carried spiritual energy by penetrating them with needles of his own Reiatsu as thin as a hair and thus blocking off her system.

Still Jennifer’s attack was still in full swing, yet she was hemorrhaging power at a frightening pace. Already her wings began to flicker, shield and sword grew heavy on her and her body, bathing in Reishi heartbeats prior, was now struggling to keep a constant flow to the point that her veins were standing out under her pale skin. Screaming her defiance into the world in an attempt to reject reality the woman brought her sword down on von Wolfenstein with a hit that should have cleaved his head off cleanly.

A single blue spark was all that the blade elicited in response as it tried to sever skin and tissue. A younger Weylin would have smiled at the dumbfounded look in Jennifer’s eyes, but knowing that it would soon be replaced by horror he barely managed any emotion at all. Snapping the fingers of his right hand all the needles he had planted in her body began to spread his Reiatsu through her system. At once wings and armor exploded, causing the woman to fall to her knees, robbed of her brief glory. That, however, would not be the most terrifying sensation for her.

“What is happening…what are you doing to me?”

“I’ve given the powers of Quincy so that they could do good,” Weylin replied and vaguely motioned towards Amelia and Raphael. “So that humanity stood a chance in these exceedingly dire times. You though took everything I stand for and subverted it. Turned it into a malicious tool in a selfish quest for power.”

Von Wolfenstein’s spiritual pressure grew until Jennifer was firmly shackled in place.

“I am not king. Be thankful for that, otherwise your fate would be clear,” softly Weylin laid a hand on her forehead, his eyes glowing blue. “For now I will be taking your powers. Your son will decide your fate.”

Building a Quincy’s system he had accomplished by blending Reishi Manipulation, Blut and Reiatsu Perception. Barring one of his kin from the power called for a similar recipe. Swapping the subtle form of manipulation for one that could best be described as domination von Wolfenstein set to work. Methodically Weylin blocked off her connections, establishing barriers that would require a Quincy of his own rank if there was to be any hope of reversing the process and keeping her alive.

But there is nobody like me, Cecania’s words and warnings echoed through his mind. This is my fault.

Finally the light subsided from Jennifer and weakly the woman collapsed to the side, shivering and clutching at herself as she did so. Weylin averted his gaze. He knew what she felt and that he was responsible for her misery. She brought this upon herself.

Hardening his gaze von Wolfenstein peered towards the other room where the noises of combat had died down as well. They would be with him shortly, he presumed.

722/50=14; 65

Ooc: We have amazing post speed.