Post by Lucas Lightner on Sept 30, 2016 18:21:00 GMT -5
It seemed as though his father was right. This, somehow, continued to surprise him even after nearly thirty years.
Not too long ago, there was wind of a big change regarding the global Quincy Kingdom that held so little sway as to be practically without influence. It was said that someone going by the overdramatic name of Wolfenstein had, despite possessing overwhelming power for quite a while, finally taken the crown of the King himself and replaced the failed Hohenfel family.
That was the last his father had heard. No Quincy had been sent to the speak with them or, from what his father could find out, anywhere or to anyone else. Wolfenstein simply went quiet and nothing further seemed to happen. But, still, the events in Berlin did, in fact, transpire.
Which meant that, in all the world, this was the most likely place to start. And as Lucas got comfortable in coach, aboard the first flight of what would no doubt be many, he eyed the glowing particles that flowed under the thick glass. Just as suspected, the largest concentration of them—and the largest, individual particles—all gathered in the direction of none other than Berlin.
Of course, it could be somewhere else in that direction, but really: What were the odds on that?
To further pique his interest, the particles remained gathered even after he landed in the city and made his way into the streets. He had, of course, already sent his luggage off to one of the many, many hotels in the city, leaving him free to immediately pursue the Quincy in the city.
In Berlin, it was still morning. There was a hint of dew on most everything as Lucas made his way through town, in the general direction of the gathered particles on his compass. Even when he peered into the distance, he didn’t quite see anything—nor had been lucky enough to stumble on another Quincy moving through town in the morning.
As he kept going, however, something appeared on the horizon, farther away from downtown: A castle of sorts.
Of course, he had heard the rumors that Wolfenstein ruled from a castle. But he didn’t think it was an actual castle, let alone in the middle of a city full of mundane humans in Berlin. If anything, wouldn’t they want an imposing presence in Karakura Town, as the planet’s current spiritual ley line convergence point? Yet there it was, growing clearer and clearer, more and more menacing as he approached.
None of the particles on his compass so much as wiggled away from the direction they had been pointing this entire time: Right at it.
Satisfied that this castle had to be it, Lucas pocketed his device and allowed the spell to run itself out as he made his way through the rest of the city and then marched right across the modestly large grounds. He had expected some sort of questioning, maybe even an outright assault, the moment he stepped foot onto the property.
It wasn’t until he knocked that he realized that the Quincy here, clearly, were not overwhelmingly concerned with security.
Why?
The moment the doors opened, Lucas was greeted by the sight of two rather burly men. He could tell they were Quincy—his Divination spell didn’t rely entirely on the compass to give him information—and that they’d put up enough of a fight to slow him down. But he wasn’t here for a fight.
He was here to see Wolfenstein.
“My name is Lucas Lightner, Commander General of the various Quincy families on the East Coast of the United States,” he gave his full introduction to the two statue-like men.
“And I’d like to speak with the King.”
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Not too long ago, there was wind of a big change regarding the global Quincy Kingdom that held so little sway as to be practically without influence. It was said that someone going by the overdramatic name of Wolfenstein had, despite possessing overwhelming power for quite a while, finally taken the crown of the King himself and replaced the failed Hohenfel family.
That was the last his father had heard. No Quincy had been sent to the speak with them or, from what his father could find out, anywhere or to anyone else. Wolfenstein simply went quiet and nothing further seemed to happen. But, still, the events in Berlin did, in fact, transpire.
Which meant that, in all the world, this was the most likely place to start. And as Lucas got comfortable in coach, aboard the first flight of what would no doubt be many, he eyed the glowing particles that flowed under the thick glass. Just as suspected, the largest concentration of them—and the largest, individual particles—all gathered in the direction of none other than Berlin.
Of course, it could be somewhere else in that direction, but really: What were the odds on that?
To further pique his interest, the particles remained gathered even after he landed in the city and made his way into the streets. He had, of course, already sent his luggage off to one of the many, many hotels in the city, leaving him free to immediately pursue the Quincy in the city.
In Berlin, it was still morning. There was a hint of dew on most everything as Lucas made his way through town, in the general direction of the gathered particles on his compass. Even when he peered into the distance, he didn’t quite see anything—nor had been lucky enough to stumble on another Quincy moving through town in the morning.
As he kept going, however, something appeared on the horizon, farther away from downtown: A castle of sorts.
Of course, he had heard the rumors that Wolfenstein ruled from a castle. But he didn’t think it was an actual castle, let alone in the middle of a city full of mundane humans in Berlin. If anything, wouldn’t they want an imposing presence in Karakura Town, as the planet’s current spiritual ley line convergence point? Yet there it was, growing clearer and clearer, more and more menacing as he approached.
None of the particles on his compass so much as wiggled away from the direction they had been pointing this entire time: Right at it.
Satisfied that this castle had to be it, Lucas pocketed his device and allowed the spell to run itself out as he made his way through the rest of the city and then marched right across the modestly large grounds. He had expected some sort of questioning, maybe even an outright assault, the moment he stepped foot onto the property.
It wasn’t until he knocked that he realized that the Quincy here, clearly, were not overwhelmingly concerned with security.
Why?
The moment the doors opened, Lucas was greeted by the sight of two rather burly men. He could tell they were Quincy—his Divination spell didn’t rely entirely on the compass to give him information—and that they’d put up enough of a fight to slow him down. But he wasn’t here for a fight.
He was here to see Wolfenstein.
“My name is Lucas Lightner, Commander General of the various Quincy families on the East Coast of the United States,” he gave his full introduction to the two statue-like men.
“And I’d like to speak with the King.”
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624 Words