If You Wish For Peace, Prepare For War

[masorin]

Jace looked around as he gave a small whistle seeing the level of destruction. He stood still as the Frenchy addressed him. Watching him draw his sword he laughed. This guy was so out classed it was funny. Jace walked up to the frenchy placing a hand on his shoulder. “Kid listen to me if you ever threaten me with violence again, you wont be around to try a third time.”

Jace pushed the Frenchy out of his way as he walked past. “Im telling you now she’s the one who threw the bang in the can at me so deal with her yourself because your the leader in your little group o humans, but in all truth kid your only second rate compared to the captains of soul society.”

Jace walked off and began to hum a small tune, which then took on words as he walked. “Were whalers on the moon we carry a harpoon but there aint no whales so we tails and sing our whaling tune.” he continued in this manner as he walked off to give them both some time alone. Humans were such pests, annoying little creatures that they are. Still that Dretta girl… she had some promise, maybe there was more too these primitive monkies then what showed.

[Adimus]

Franz liked the arrogant and moronic Vizard even more with every passing minute of the day. Sure, he may be a thousand years old or some such, but that does not mean Franz couldn't take him. or at least he had hope for it. Human Spirit after all right? "That guy has a serious attitude problem. I seriously hope the rest of his kind are not like that, or else the members of humanity without patience will wage war on them instead." He said releasing his grip on his sword.

Looking at Dretta, and walking over to a switchboard on the wall, Franz began to speak again, but in a much lighter tone. "Madam`muezelle, it's alright if you wish to use our training areas. Even blow them halfway apart," He said, pulling down on a lever then pushing it back up, and instantly the room began to rebuild itself back into it's pre-explosion state. "But next time my dear, just let us know when you decide to do such a thing, so the entire base doesn't go into a frenzy." He finished with a gentle smile, complete opposite of his demeanor when facing Jace.

Still a little bit miffed about the vizard's attitude however, Franz got an idea on how to work it all out. "Dretta. you still seem to be a rather nasty mood, or at the very least, worked up with tension. perhaps you and I could have a bit of a sparring session, and work out the anger here, eh?" He said, walking over to Dretta. "So how about it? I know that asshole got you worked up a good bit, or else you wouldn't have used those grenades we gave you." He said with a wink, letting her know that the quartermaster knew damn well that she took the grenades. "If you beat me, I'll treat you to dinner, and it'll be a good one, a dinner for a queen." he said with a bow.

[dizzyizzy]

Dretta’s eye twitched as the Vizard made his exit, ~Cocky sonovahollow ain’t he?~ she thought with a sneer as she crossed her arms restraining herself. Sure she was not the biggest fan of the French, but still… “…Should have shoved it up his ass” she grumbled flipping some of her hair from her face. She looked at Franz as he spoke, actually listening to him, and shrugged a bit as he stated she could blow the place up, all she had to do was give warning, “Fine, fine I’ll remember that for next time.” She muttered pouting slightly. The Quincy’s eyes turned watching Franz as he messed with the device stepping back as she watched in a bit of awe as the room shifted back to its original state. “Niiiiice” she mused with a smirk letting her arms fall to her side removing any defensive or restraining look from the way she stood. Hearing the change in Franz’s attitude oddly relaxed the Quincy slightly. Dretta’s body was still tense but she was not standing like a cornered rat anymore.

Dretta’s hazel eyes looked at Franz as he addressed her, “yes?” she mused then raised a brow as he analyzed her, yeah she was still stressed from the Vizard and actually would rather take a blunt object and beat the bastard up like a Tom and Jerry cartoon. The woman tilted her head a bit as he suggested they spar. Dretta was thinking it over for a moment… She knew Franz could probably throw her up and down the training area like a rag doll, but she doubt he would go for kill shots seeing that it was not his ‘obvious’ character. She gave a slightly surprised look as he mentioned and hinted that they already knew she was the one that took the grenade.

But she then chuckled softly and she shrugged, than looked at him as he made the ‘offer’, “… Dinner?” she questioned then for a moment her cheeks pinked up slightly. The Quincy paused and then looked at a clock on the wall, high near the ceiling. “….” She then swayed her hips slowly and lightly bended her knees. “….Okay I think I have at least 15 minutes in me” Dretta announced not caring if Franz would not understand. “If I win you buy me dinner,” She smirked, “and I guess if you win I could try and buy you dinner?” she got an unsure look on her face; she really had no idea what would be a good trade between them… she did not have much, but she was willing to try her best to get the man a cup of noodles at least!

Dretta slowly started to absorb the spiritual energy that was in the air, it was not much but since the Vizard had been so close he had left trace amounts. This allowed her to get more then just the normal amount that was just floating about. She grabbed the cross next to the hollow bone on her necklace, her hand glowed as she moved it to her side having the cross form into a crossbow of bluish light causing much of the girl’s features to be cast in a mix of the light and shadow. “14 minutes”

[Adimus]

"Fourteen minutes you say, why I had better get moving then Ms. Heartstring!" Franz said, immediately rushing inward with a forward dash and a downward swing of his sword. He decided to keep the weapon sheathed, as to not severely harm Dretta, but he still wanted to make it clear that even though this may be a sparring match to earn a simple dinner date, he was going to make it semi-realistic.

"Ms. Dretta, I ask that you do not hold back in this. A sparring match it may be, but if you keep this up I might begin to think you don't want to go to Japan." He said with a wink, then following his slash with a forward push kick. "Thirteen minutes now."

[dizzyizzy]

Dretta stepped back, her legs moving quicker then a normal human’s as she watched the sheathed sword strike into the floor. “…” she glared at the Human suddenly pulling her knee up to her chest letting his foot strike her shin, barely feeling anything from the force. The way her leg had bent upward it seemed almost unnatural. “Fine” she stated then threw her arm up aiming the crossbow at the man as he was within point blank range and fired a bolt of energy before leaping backwards.

She figured he would somehow magically be fine after that blast and proceeded to fire more toward the paladin. ~I ain’t got no resilience gear… shit~ she thought seeing as Franz was in full armor and she was wearing a simple attire of black tank and black jeans! Dretta reached around her back to grab the other grenade she had clasped to her belt. She pulled it out, ~Last one~ she thought with a sigh, "12" she stated pulling the pin and throwing it toward Franz.

[Adimus]

Dretta had dodged Franz' attack, and blocked his kick using her own legs. It then dawned upon the man that she was -crippled-, paralyzed from waist down, so to attack there was a foolish endeavor seeing how she was a Quincy, so moving broken or unusable limbs would be a trivial matter for her, let alone using ones already numb to block incoming attacks.

"Remarkable Dretta, your ingenuity speaks well for you." He said, as she began to fire off blast after blast of energy bolts at him. Barely avoiding the first blast head-on, Franz deflected the rest with his sword and left arm, which resulted in his left brace being knocked off and a cut appearing on his left cheek. "It would seem I'm taking you a bit too lightly. Maybe I should-" But Franz was cut off, unable to continue for the fact there was now a very powerful explosive device flying towards him. Armor or not, that item was going to hurt, so in haste, Franz drew his sword, and the fire erupted from it's sheath and he slashed the grenade's fuse off.

Just when he was sure he was safe, he put his sword back into it's sheath, stood there with a smirk on his face. "Haha! Seem it would be tha-"

*BOOM*

The grenade still managed to explode, more than likely due to the fact that Franz used -FIRE- to cut the grenade in half may have had something to do with it. Yes, it would more than likely seem that way.

The explosion rocked Franz something fierce, and tore off his upper half of the armor, ripping away his chest plate, pauldrons, and gloves. His leg armor was cracked, and his Libram and sword was the only thing not too heavily damaged by the explosion. Now his cut, muscular chest was bare, and any old battle scars now showed themselves, giving a hint to the fighting Franz' has seen in his lifetime.

"Ouch. Can't be getting careless now can I, shame upon me." Franz said dusting himself off, moving his sword's sheath from what would've been his back down to his waist. He then drew his sword, and the flames licked the blade once again. Hefting the massive weapon into the air, Franz looked at Dretta, and said "Eleven minutes left, guess it's my move again."

[dizzyizzy]

Dretta watched as he sliced off the grenade’s fuse at first thinking he had faltered the device to where it would not go off. ~Well I guess-~ her thoughts were interrupted by the explosion that caused the woman to fall on her ass for a moment. “Tch...” she breathed her body shaking a bit as she started to sit up dusting herself off, and looked at the dust cloud. Suddenly Dretta felt a surge of regret run through her body… did she just kill the French guy? The head honcho? Oh shit! Her skin turned pale as she took a step forward watching the dust start to settle… “F-Franz?” she questioned then saw a shadowed figure in the smoke.

The Frenchy was alright, well alive anyway. Most of his armor had been ripped off by the explosion baring his upper torso to the woman. Dretta stared at his chest for a little longer then what was appropriate for someone in this situation her cheeks even flaring a color for a moment. She shook her head and went back to focusing, seeing him unsheathe the sword made the Quincy pale a bit more. But she then glared at him pointing her crossbow at him as she continued to try and suck every ounce of spiritual energy she could from the air seemingly to cause her crossbow to glow brighter.

“You’re lucky I don’t have another grenade” she declared before sending forth a sudden Volley of spiritual bolts, the pressure of doing so causing the woman to slide back a foot or two.

[Adimus]

Franz deflected the bolts with his blade, knocking each one out of the air, even catching one and crushing it in his hands. He was beginning to get excited, and it was showing. He hadn't had this much fun during a fight in a long while. "This woman," Franz thought to himself, "Is a real women! If only they all were like this!".

After he caught another bolt and threw it away, Franz charged in with his sword swinging hard, hoping to knock Dretta off her guard and make it easy for him to pin her down.

"C`mon Dretta, 10minutes left now." he said as he continued his heavy barrage of attacks.

[dizzyizzy]

Dretta watched as Franz deflected her attacks a bit surprised about how easily he was doing it now, ~ heh this is what i meant by going to throw me up and down the room~ she thought as sweat started to form on her forehead. She started to fire more now, but the bolts had started to grow weaker noted by how he grabbed one crushing it. This would not end well she started to think.

As Franz started to hack and slash at her with his flaming sword she used her Renstangai to help herself move backwards faster. She started to move herself as though in a dance as she bent herself to dodge the blade as best she could, wincing then she felt it cut through her top just above her naval.

"tch" she growled her eyes glaring as she braced herself and suddenly pushed herself forward using the arm that held the crossbow to strike away the sword by hitting the flat blade-less surface. It burned like a bitch but it allowed her to tackle the human. The force of using Renstangai to basically spring load her tackle would add enough force to topple the 7 and a half foot french behemoth. She quickly shifted her body to sit on the man's stomach pressing the crossbow against his bare chest, the spiritual energy of the weapon enough to send a cold burn over the flesh.

She panted a bit hating to fight for long unless needed, and this was not a fight to the death. Dretta was shaking slightly, trembling as she sat there "we got 7 minutes left... or do you want to give up now?" she asked forcing a tired smirk. Her energy was slowly weakening with every second.

[Adimus]

Franz was countered by Dretta, which to his surprise threw him off balance, allowing her body slam to knock him down. He listened to what she had to say about giving up early, and Franz refused to let himself lose this. After all, how was he to woo her if he can't treat the woman to a good dinner, right? "Haha, sorry Dretta," he said, flipping her over and pinning her down. "But I can't let myself lose, it wouldn't do well with my sense of pride."

Franz hadn't had a girl in this position in ages, and it showed by the feeling in his gut and the swelling of heat within his chest. His face reddening a slight bit, he leaned over her a tad saying "I guess this means I win." He said leaning a little more closer. "So you owe me a date it would seem..." He said, trying his hardest not to let his instincts take the better of him.

[dizzyizzy]

Dretta sighed hearing him laugh for a moment thinking he was going to give up, ~god i'm hungry~ she thought then cried out a bit as he flipped her pinning her down, hearing him explain why he would not give up"psh male pride" she muttered rolling her eyes ignoring that she herself had a similar form of pride when she was in a mood for it.

"damnit" she grumbled trying to struggle free. She tried to kick out at him, but the way she was pinned she could hardly twist her hips. "..." she glared up at him her eye twitching; she then noticed his face turning red and she suddenly realized the situation and her own face redden. "...eh" she swallowed her mouth suddenly dry as he spoke, "heh keep telling yourself that... " she muttered looking at him as he leaned in. "Fine, I'll go on a date with you..." she breathed smirking at him, ~If he's going to loom over me like a big lion he should feed me first~ she thought her cheeks red, then Dretta glanced at the clock. "....you have five minutes...so whatever you're thinking frenchy do it.. cause then i have to have a ten minute break before we go to dinner" she sighed closing her eyes for a moment before looking into his eyes.

[Adimus]

Without any real form of thought, and letting his raw instinct take over, Franz leaned in all the way and kissed Dretta, taking in every bit of it. Scent, feel, everything, and pulled away gently before taking a breathe of his own.

Praying he wouldn't receive a massive slap from hell for what he just did, Franz pulled back a lil further and looked into Dretta's eyes. Moving the hair from her face, he apologized, "Sorry, it seems my gut got the better of me..." And he spent, or at least he would try to spend the next five minutes making out with Dretta, like a cheesy romance-comedy-action anime.

{Achievement Unlocked! ....Prepare For War, 10g. "Enjoy" the sparring match with Dretta in the training room while playing as a human or Quincy in Campaign Mode!}

[dizzyizzy]

Dretta's eyes closed briefly feeling his lips touch her own. At first she was tense suddenly having the urge to punch the man in the throat and then break his jaw. But as he pinned her there for the moment and kissed her she was forced to relax and get over those urges.

The Quincy looked up at him blushing as he swept her hair away and smirked at him. "Understood" she murmured, in truth not minding it as much as she should have... Might be that she was in a similar boat as the man for lack of contact with another person in such a manner and finding herself in this position caused her to just accept the shenanigans. She reached up gently placing a hand behind the man's neck pulling him back toward her face, "carry me after this" she whispered as she continued in their animalistic urges.

~I'd rather get the Heroic achievement... maybe later~ she thought with a mental grin. Feeling as if little animated hearts floated around them... cheesy. As they made out she felt the energy fade completely from her legs feeling them grow limp under the extra tall Frenchmen.

[Adimus]

Franz continued in his lover ways for what seemed forever, but was in truth a mere 5 minutes. The happy union was interrupted when one of the sergeants in charge of a training unit entered the room and was taken aback by what he saw, and it showed in his shaky voice when he said 'Excuse me! Sorry!' and tried to run out of the room only to hit his face on the wall.

"God damn it! Really wish people would knock on the door these days." Franz said with a sigh before lifting Dretta up and preparing to carry her from there to his private train system that would take him back to his mansion. "Well my dear, hope the mood isn't too ruined for you. To the train we go!" He said as he carried her to the train yard.
Upon reaching the train yard, he lifted her onto his car and put her down on a seat, then said "Give me just a moment, I have to tell the engineer it's time to go home." Within a moment he was back, and the train began to move.

Holding Dretta close as if she was now his lover, he began to speak of his home on the outskirts of Berlin. "My home was once in France, as you may have guessed, but when the war started, I reclaimed my soldiers and moved here to Berlin to help in the relief of the citizens and restructuring of the military. Thankfully, the countryside here is just as beautiful as back home. The view just might steal your heart away." He said, caressing her hair and upper back. "The Order Of The Jade Lotus Dragon is the main order that mine belongs to, the Western Alliances, and thus when they came out from the shadows of history, I had no choice but to obey their commands to put up a fight and secure this city." His voice grew a little darker, and sullen, sad from the fact that he had to move from his home and upset the balance of things, but he did what he had to do, and he had little regret for it. "In the end, it all worked out, and after all, not everything about Berlin is bad. Somehow I managed to meet you, right?" He said with a smile before continuing. "Now tell me, how did someone like you end up all the way out here hmm?"

[dizzyizzy]

Dretta’s eyes opened at a sound and glanced over to the entrance, taking note of the man who interrupted them. ~I’ll shove him out of the plane if he comes with us~ she thought darkly disliking how he had just busted into a non-private training room without knocking or something! The Quincy gave a smirk at hearing Franz state the same wishes about knocking. “Heh, no big deal” she murmured ruffling her own hair as she laid on the floor a bit.

She blinked feeling the man lift her partially paralyzed body. Her legs were dead weight as she was carried resting her head against the man’s bare chest as to relieve any awkward back angling if she were to lay on the man’s arm. Dretta was more like a helpless ragdoll at this point, really unable to protest on being carried anywhere. “Eh no mood is ruined” she reassured him then blinked hearing about a train. Dretta was placed in a seat as she relaxed against the semi plush cushions looking down at her feet seeing her feet twitch as she wiggled her toes in her boots. She sighed, it would be a few more minutes before she could reactivate Ranstengai. She pushed her hair from her face glancing around the train, but was again looking at the Frenchman again. She blushed a bit as he sat next to her pulling her close.

Dretta was not used to romanticism, so being held close and feeling him caress her back actually made the woman uncomfortable. But she slowly relaxed as she listened to his story. She did actually listen for once, instead of just half listen as he discussed how he ended up in Berlin and how he got caught up in working for this Order. For some instinctive reason Dretta reached out resting a hand on the man’s leg as she heard his voice shift to a darker tone, letting her hand just rest there. She returned his smile as she had to admit she was in a way glad to meet him as well.

“I actually was in Japan just prier to all this. I was with a small order of Quincies that my estranged mother was part of, they trained me, and then I saw them get slaughtered by a horde of Hollows” she paused her tone staying monotone and her face blank of emotion as she closed her eyes for a moment and then continued, “I then returned to America to try and retain my 'normal life' and that’s when the Hollow hit the fan. I stayed there for four years, then for a year worked to get to Europe, and was traveling to Japan on foot thinking I could kill every Hollow I came across” she explained with a slight shrug, “I want to go to Japan and see if there is any of my kind left… in five years the only one I’ve met was an old man in Spain and he could only tell me so little and then he died. I know there has to be more of my people in Japan, it is where we are all drawn too…” she seemed to trail off as she sighed shaking her head slightly. She had suddenly told Franz that she might have just bullshitted her intel to the council to get a free trip to Japan. For all she knew there was not a single Quincy in Japan…Suddenly she squeezed the man’s leg as she realized she might even be the last one and that she was all alone.