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He’d been poring through another dusty tome of Norse legend when a knock fell upon his door. The knock was loud and heavy, as were all knocks on the ancient doors, and it jostled him from his reading more suddenly than he would have liked. If the office itself wasn’t such a historic room he’d have replaced the doors with lighter ones long ago. Nevertheless, Rex closed the book gently, slipping a leather bookmark between the pages as he did so. The red tassels of the bookmark stuck out from its pages and over the filigree edge of his redwood desk as he pushed it to the side.
“Come in,” he said, leaning onto his desk. As Gwynevere would enter, he’d greet her in a cordial fashion as he always did, crossing his arms across the open space on his desk. “Alright?”
Rex nodded, showing the title of the book to Gwynevere. Prose Edda was written on the top in filigree hand. "It's quite a good read, actually. Norse mythology and all that. Fascinating stuff."
He kept listening as Gwynevere continued. Like a caring mother, she made sure that Rex was keeping up on his training and conditioning, even though she should have known better. Rex resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her coddling nature and instead chuckled, letting a small smile appear on his face. "Blimey Gwynevere I don't look that off do I? I've been keeping up on all that. Just wanted a bit of time to study is all."
He sighed. "But I reckon you've a bit more to say, eh? Any big word or just a little chat for now?"
Rex thought about the new recruits. Honestly, he hadn't spent enough time with them to form an opinion of each one, having buried himself in his studies and other work. "I think they have potential. They'll serve the Holy Mission well." He said. It was a canned answer, and he was sure Gwynevere would pick up on that, but he'd had other things on his mind.
The attack by Hollows on New York City and its subsequent destruction by the opportunistic Sinners. It was a grisly thing indeed, and its tale told of a terrible portent to come. If the Hollows and Arrancar were willing to make such an organized attack so suddenly, it could mean bad things for the world in the near future. The Quincy's Holy Mission was to slay the Hollows, and now Rex inherited the burden of seeing that task through.
He changed the topic suddenly. Perhaps it would be good to weigh his thoughts upon his partner. "Have you heard of the Wahrwelt, Gwynevere?"
Rex sighed. "I understand the mechanism by which the Wahrwelt sets its location. It can occupy some space in between the worlds, outside of the space between the World of the Living and Soul Society. Or even Hueco Mundo. But its current location was taken to the grave with your father, and I can't recall exactly how to get to it for some reason."
He turned out to the window. "That New York essentially fell to the Hollows is a failure on all of us. If they're willing to make such organized attacks then it's only a matter of time before they put together a proper military effort. I'd like to be ahead of that. Having Silbern will be critical in mounting any kind of military effort against Hueco Mundo and the Espada."
He looked back to Gwynevere. "I'd like to start building up our power. If the Hollows are going to escalate, we'll have to meet them on even terms. Any thoughts?"
"Meditation..." He mused. True, allowing himself to succumb to the flow of reishi would allow him to detect the lost presence of Silbern easier, but what was it he had to detect? He couldn't rely on it being one of those things that he'd recognize. It would make sense that he'd be able to, the very thought of it brought a feeling like having a word on the tip of one's tongue, but Rex wasn't the kind of leader to take risks based on psychological speculation. Gwynevere's second option was more appealing, especially when considered in tandem with the first.
"We'll have to get some more believable evidence of its last location." Rex said. "We've deployed into the Seireitei many times via Wahrwelt, so suppose it's still there. I doubt the Shinigami will roll out the red carpet for us while we search their headquarters for any trace of certain Reishi. We'll have to be pretty certain before we make any moves..." He stood there in thought for a little bit, cupping his chin with his hand. "Do you think we can delegate this task? Our spies may be able to locate that reishi, and we'll be able to cover a broader space doing that. I'll likely still have to use Himmelstor to get in, but I don't think it'll be out of the question to suppose that any Quincy can detect that reishi."
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