Post by Erek Blackmore on Jul 13, 2017 12:18:05 GMT -5
"Well, where the hell did my Quincy blood come from then?"
The voice that filled the air was sharp and to the point, normally Erek would be a bit more polite, but this had been a point of interest for him for quite a long time- and he had managed to get no form of an answer. It was understandable to a degree, after all, they had no idea who his father or mother had been due to being an abandoned orphan- and he'd never cared enough to do research in the past. But now was different, now that information could inform him of his Quincy blood- and exactly what, and who he was. If he had gone digging sooner, perhaps these powers would have awakened sooner- but there was no point lamenting that fact.
He had only been aware for a few months, a few sparse lessons with Mei and a few lessons with others, but nothing intensive had been managed yet. However, they had discovered that his abilities were, as the trainer had put it, "Unusual, even for a Quincy". His spirit weapons took the shape of only melee weapons, he had no ability to utilize arrows, bullets, or anything similar to other Quincy. Similarly, he had absolutely no skill in the utilization of gintou, as if his soul itself was rejecting their usage. Yet, apparently, he had an unnatural aptitude for Blut- which "for a non-pure blood would be incredibly odd", how being a "pure blood" tied into anything, he wasn't certain.
However, what that did make clear was that somewhere in his immediate parentage, Erek held the blood of what could only assume was a pure blood Quincy Clan. But the issue was that the order didn't have every Clan on file- there were clans across the globe, and all of them had differing specialties and talents. A "preference" toward Blut was certainly not that rare- but an inability to utilize any of the other natural forms of Quincy combat was. The man behind the information booth was rubbing the back of his head apologetically- he had no answers for Erek, and they had gone around this discussion from every direction. Erek was convinced he wasn't trying to hide anything.
But he had nothing to go on. It was frustrating, as information on his bloodline could get him in touch with this "clan" of his, to better learn the "family secrets" so to speak. A sigh left his lips as he slowly raised a hand from behind his back where it had been clasped to rub the bridge of his nose, "Very well, then what would you recommend? You're the expert here," and it was true. The man was a part of the information division. Now that Erek seemed to have calmed, so did the man who took his chin in his fingers, contemplating the question- the problem, Erek knew, wasn't the man's problem at all. They had nothing to go on, neither of them.
Suddenly, the man snapped, "What about your surname?" Erek blinked once, slowly, "What of it?"
"Well, do you know if it's related to your parents?", the man spoke curiously, his brow arched a bit- Erek quickly picked up on the direction this was going, but he honestly wasn't sure. He frowned slightly, "It was only a name scribbled on a paper, but, theoretically yes, it would be connected to whoever put it there- which I'd assume was one or both of my parents abandoning me," the man would nod, snapping once, "Bingo then, that's a lead, as weak as it may be," Erek's brow arched slowly, was it really that rare a surname to perform research based on it?
The man grinned, reading his expression, "Leave it to me, at the very least, I can pinpoint you a country or continent to look into by cross-referencing the Quincy Clan lore, and spiritual presences we have recorded here with the other area's of the world," Erek wasn't convinced, but he nodded- letting the man do his work. He wasn't good at computers and technology, it had taken him years on active duty to bother learning to send emails, and even then, he only did it when no other form of communication would work in the field.
But, due to that, it would seem this time he had underestimated technology and information gathering. The man came back with possible matches- Europe. Specifically, Germany and England were the most likely candidates. There was information on why, but he didn't care too much about it. Instead, he was only concerned with results. "Is there anyone I can talk to when I arrive there?"
The question was simple enough, but the man seemed to be torn. After a few moments, he nodded, "Well, you can try, there are many pure-blood clans in Europe- especially Germany. If you ask one of them, they may be willing to help for some money or a favor, something like that. They'd have much more ancient and personal records that were more likely to have what you were after than what the public records in our order have. Ancient family ties and all that- it's worth a shot poking around. I can give you a few clans and families as a recommendation if you're up for doing some asking around," Erek nodded without hesitation. This information was important, it could lead to the secrets he needed to understand his capabilities in full.
Several different families were offered, and with that, he had a plane booked the next day- he'd always wanted to explore Europe anyway. It had been on his list next before the incident in New Mexico that had caused this entire situation to begin, no harm in enjoying the culture while he did his information digging, he supposed.
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It would be due to this, that Erek would find himself in Germany, and in this instance- had been directed after some poking around to a young woman known as "Luna de la Cruz", a Spaniard one would assume by the surname, which was fortunate- he knew several European languages of course, but they were not his strong suit, he wouldn't comfortably call himself "Fluent" in them, "workable" at best. But Spanish? It was one of his most fluent languages, including its sub-dialects, at the very least, communication would not be an issue- nor should culture shock. Whether or not the young woman would be willing to assist him in his efforts was uncertain.
At the very least he had sent a polite letter written in neat Spanish to the young woman- avoiding the use of emails, he had been informed it had been delivered. The request had been simple- he, Erek Blackmore, a recently awakened Quincy of unknown bloodline was searching for information on his heritage, as well as possible lessons and assistance in being a Quincy as a whole- and had been recommended to seek her out since she was in the country as well. He'd requested that they meet at a nice little cafe he had found, it was expensive, but money wasn't really an issue for him. He wasn't much of a chef- so spending extra money for good food and drink was natural for him.
The tea and coffee were good, and so were the baked treats- if nothing else he figured it would be a suitable first meeting location as long as they got a nice private table away from the bustle and spoke in a language that was lesser known in this part of the world. If things became more serious they could always switch to a more secure location to talk, but he didn't wish to assume she would be willing to work with him.
Whether she helped personally or knew someone whom may be able to help, either would be greatly appreciated. Of course, there was also the strong possibility she may have little to no interested in such things- which was fine, he hadn't come here just for that reason. Recommended to her due to her personality, and her abilities, he fully intended to ask her politely for assistance in gaining strength as well. He doubted he could relate to someone who had been spiritually aware since childhood, or at least many years compared to his own limited frame of time- but that didn't change the fact he knew how important her knowledge could be for him.
How much she was willing to assist him would come down to their interaction, he was certain. He could only be polite, forward, and calm- and see where it led him.
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The voice that filled the air was sharp and to the point, normally Erek would be a bit more polite, but this had been a point of interest for him for quite a long time- and he had managed to get no form of an answer. It was understandable to a degree, after all, they had no idea who his father or mother had been due to being an abandoned orphan- and he'd never cared enough to do research in the past. But now was different, now that information could inform him of his Quincy blood- and exactly what, and who he was. If he had gone digging sooner, perhaps these powers would have awakened sooner- but there was no point lamenting that fact.
He had only been aware for a few months, a few sparse lessons with Mei and a few lessons with others, but nothing intensive had been managed yet. However, they had discovered that his abilities were, as the trainer had put it, "Unusual, even for a Quincy". His spirit weapons took the shape of only melee weapons, he had no ability to utilize arrows, bullets, or anything similar to other Quincy. Similarly, he had absolutely no skill in the utilization of gintou, as if his soul itself was rejecting their usage. Yet, apparently, he had an unnatural aptitude for Blut- which "for a non-pure blood would be incredibly odd", how being a "pure blood" tied into anything, he wasn't certain.
However, what that did make clear was that somewhere in his immediate parentage, Erek held the blood of what could only assume was a pure blood Quincy Clan. But the issue was that the order didn't have every Clan on file- there were clans across the globe, and all of them had differing specialties and talents. A "preference" toward Blut was certainly not that rare- but an inability to utilize any of the other natural forms of Quincy combat was. The man behind the information booth was rubbing the back of his head apologetically- he had no answers for Erek, and they had gone around this discussion from every direction. Erek was convinced he wasn't trying to hide anything.
But he had nothing to go on. It was frustrating, as information on his bloodline could get him in touch with this "clan" of his, to better learn the "family secrets" so to speak. A sigh left his lips as he slowly raised a hand from behind his back where it had been clasped to rub the bridge of his nose, "Very well, then what would you recommend? You're the expert here," and it was true. The man was a part of the information division. Now that Erek seemed to have calmed, so did the man who took his chin in his fingers, contemplating the question- the problem, Erek knew, wasn't the man's problem at all. They had nothing to go on, neither of them.
Suddenly, the man snapped, "What about your surname?" Erek blinked once, slowly, "What of it?"
"Well, do you know if it's related to your parents?", the man spoke curiously, his brow arched a bit- Erek quickly picked up on the direction this was going, but he honestly wasn't sure. He frowned slightly, "It was only a name scribbled on a paper, but, theoretically yes, it would be connected to whoever put it there- which I'd assume was one or both of my parents abandoning me," the man would nod, snapping once, "Bingo then, that's a lead, as weak as it may be," Erek's brow arched slowly, was it really that rare a surname to perform research based on it?
The man grinned, reading his expression, "Leave it to me, at the very least, I can pinpoint you a country or continent to look into by cross-referencing the Quincy Clan lore, and spiritual presences we have recorded here with the other area's of the world," Erek wasn't convinced, but he nodded- letting the man do his work. He wasn't good at computers and technology, it had taken him years on active duty to bother learning to send emails, and even then, he only did it when no other form of communication would work in the field.
But, due to that, it would seem this time he had underestimated technology and information gathering. The man came back with possible matches- Europe. Specifically, Germany and England were the most likely candidates. There was information on why, but he didn't care too much about it. Instead, he was only concerned with results. "Is there anyone I can talk to when I arrive there?"
The question was simple enough, but the man seemed to be torn. After a few moments, he nodded, "Well, you can try, there are many pure-blood clans in Europe- especially Germany. If you ask one of them, they may be willing to help for some money or a favor, something like that. They'd have much more ancient and personal records that were more likely to have what you were after than what the public records in our order have. Ancient family ties and all that- it's worth a shot poking around. I can give you a few clans and families as a recommendation if you're up for doing some asking around," Erek nodded without hesitation. This information was important, it could lead to the secrets he needed to understand his capabilities in full.
Several different families were offered, and with that, he had a plane booked the next day- he'd always wanted to explore Europe anyway. It had been on his list next before the incident in New Mexico that had caused this entire situation to begin, no harm in enjoying the culture while he did his information digging, he supposed.
--
It would be due to this, that Erek would find himself in Germany, and in this instance- had been directed after some poking around to a young woman known as "Luna de la Cruz", a Spaniard one would assume by the surname, which was fortunate- he knew several European languages of course, but they were not his strong suit, he wouldn't comfortably call himself "Fluent" in them, "workable" at best. But Spanish? It was one of his most fluent languages, including its sub-dialects, at the very least, communication would not be an issue- nor should culture shock. Whether or not the young woman would be willing to assist him in his efforts was uncertain.
At the very least he had sent a polite letter written in neat Spanish to the young woman- avoiding the use of emails, he had been informed it had been delivered. The request had been simple- he, Erek Blackmore, a recently awakened Quincy of unknown bloodline was searching for information on his heritage, as well as possible lessons and assistance in being a Quincy as a whole- and had been recommended to seek her out since she was in the country as well. He'd requested that they meet at a nice little cafe he had found, it was expensive, but money wasn't really an issue for him. He wasn't much of a chef- so spending extra money for good food and drink was natural for him.
The tea and coffee were good, and so were the baked treats- if nothing else he figured it would be a suitable first meeting location as long as they got a nice private table away from the bustle and spoke in a language that was lesser known in this part of the world. If things became more serious they could always switch to a more secure location to talk, but he didn't wish to assume she would be willing to work with him.
Whether she helped personally or knew someone whom may be able to help, either would be greatly appreciated. Of course, there was also the strong possibility she may have little to no interested in such things- which was fine, he hadn't come here just for that reason. Recommended to her due to her personality, and her abilities, he fully intended to ask her politely for assistance in gaining strength as well. He doubted he could relate to someone who had been spiritually aware since childhood, or at least many years compared to his own limited frame of time- but that didn't change the fact he knew how important her knowledge could be for him.
How much she was willing to assist him would come down to their interaction, he was certain. He could only be polite, forward, and calm- and see where it led him.
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