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Akira Bessho

Akira Bessho
It had started out as mostly curiosity. Johan had heard rumors that long, long ago that a number of Quincies had gathered and formed an organization of sort in Italy under the Vatican's authority. A group which protected Vatican interests in the realm of the Spiritual while the Pope and his Cardinals and Bishops worked to keep the faithful just that. A while back, Johan had sworn to himself that he'd fight that which he deemed to be dangerous to the world of the Living. It wasn't just Hollows, any Spiritual entity with a sufficient ego could do lasting damage intentionally or not should they so choose.

However, his recent gatherings of intelligence told him that this group was... Celebrating something. Indeed, it seemed the spirit of their leader had reincarnated into an eighteen-year-old boy. "Most curious..." Johan hatched an elaborate plan to get into the organization and try to talk to this individual to sate his curiosity but it turned out he simply needed to prove he was a Quincy to get in, which wasn't exactly hard. With all that out of the way the German Quincy strolled through the halls of the Star-Crossed Diocese.

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Rex had retreated out of the main dining hall for a second just to get away from all of the noise. It was quite an adjustment, leaving his sleepy village for all of this noise, and while he appreciated that here apparently ale ran like water, he could only bear so much commotion. He didn't know his way, really, and if someone knew what was going on it would probably be amusing to them to see the newly made Primarch, a youthful looking barely-man buried all of his brand new regailia, wandering the Diocese to try to find a breath of fresh air.

He bumped into another stranger coming around a corner--a man with a pointed gaze from behind glasses. Another unfamiliar face that's he'd have to learn. He figured he should introduce himself to this new person, but he didn't know what to say. With proper English terseness he said, "Pardon me," and stepped out of the way, intent on continuing past the man. But that feeling in his mind nagged, and so he gave in rather than moving away. "I'm Rex by the way. A pleasure." He offered his hand.

Akira Bessho

Akira Bessho
Johan let out a small grunt as a young man who appeared to have just barely entered adulthood bumped into him as he was rounding a corner. Based on his accent, the lad must have been an Englishman. This gave Johan some pause, since they were in the middle of Italy, in the hart of the Vatican, of Catholicism. Weren't the English traditionally Protestant? Ah well, in the spiritual world things were never, ever as they appeared to be on the surface. "Und my name is Johan. It is likewise a pleasure to meet you Herr Rex." Johan smiled a bit as he took the young man's hand and shook it... Though an odd feeling flickered in through him as he did.

"Hmmm... how very peculiar." Johan looked down at his hand ponderously before looking back up to Rex with a raised eyebrow. "This may be a very... Odd question, but where can I get a drink around here?"

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The man had a thick German accent, enough so that the words of his native language slipped into his English speech. There was a layer of peculiarity behind this man's stoic bespectacled expression, one that Rex found himself immensely curious to discover more about. He wasn't any run of the mill Quincy either, Rex could feel his reiatsu humming much more strongly than most of the other blokes he'd been introduced to here. Rex's own reiatsu, the reiatsu of the Primarch, interacted with Johan's aura in a way that Rex would be hard pressed to find a word for other than compatible.

The red-headed youth looked at Johan questioningly as he asked where to find a drink. Was this man new to the Diocese too? He shrugged, figuring he'd get the answer to that question soon enough. "Drinks are being served in the main hall at the moment. I can show you there if you like." It was the opposite of what he was trying to do, he remembered. Going back into the cacophony was going to be a chore, but he decided that he'd better start acting Primarchly now and put his personal hesitations aside. Besides, it was hardly gentlemanly to refuse a man his drink.

Akira Bessho

Akira Bessho
"I greatly appreciate your offer, and humbly accept Herr Rex." Johan stood ramrod straight and adjusted his glasses with a look that couldn't be see as anything but straight-laced. He looked morel ike he was about to chew the people out for drinking, not go and join them himself. However, there was a certain fire in his eyes that is particularly common among the Germanic folk. It swirled in his gaze as if to say 'Don't underestimate my desire to drink!'

Meanwhile, Johan felt an incredibly synchronized resonance with his own Reiatsu coming off of Rex. Perhaps this was where he had been meant to be all along? All that time he'd spent mulling over his next steps and almost dying on top of that when he could've just come here? Or perhaps, it had to be this day and time specifically... Either way, Johan's lips curled into a smile for just a brief moment before he shrugged at Rex. "So what is it you do here, Herr Rex? You seem awfully... young."

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Rex nodded as Johan accepted. “Then come with me if you would.” He began walking with him to guide him back to the banquet hall. The young Primarch knew his way back there quite well at this point, and he had no difficulty taking Johan down a staircase and around the corner to the banquet hall. He smiled as Johan commented on his appearance. “A lot of people mention that I look a little young, but I turned eighteen this past summer.” He said. “Also, I’m the Primarch. My official ascension was yesterday, so forgive me if I don’t quite give the impression.”

It was apparent, however, as they continued through the halls. The men and women who passed them by gave Rex small salutes as he passed, gestures which he awkwardly returned with a smile and a nod. Eventually, they arrived at a large pair of double doors made of ancient oak. He pushed one of them open. “This is the main banquet hall. Drinks are all here.” There was plenty to have--the Diocese had opened their wine cellars and brought out some hundred year old wines, and beers and ales from talented regional brewers sat in kegs in the corner. (Nothing quite like the ale where he came from, of course, but good enough in its own right.) Clearly this was no common celebration, and Rex gave Johan a small smirk indicating that he had made it just in time.

Akira Bessho

Akira Bessho
Once Rex revealed his identity as Primarch to Johan, the German Quincy was silent for a few moments as they walked down the hall. His gaze wandered over the hallway as he saw more and more people beginning to accumulate. It appeared that Rex wasn't lying, not that he had any reason to but the multitudes of salutes were certainly a nice confirmation. The boy handled the many greetings... rather awkwardly, to say the least. Here was a young man thrust into leadership at an early age, and it was quite apparent how heavily the crown pressed upon his head.

Johan's inner reflections soon ceased once he saw the vast, flowing rivers of ale and wine. For just a split second, a smile crept up onto his face as Johan rolled his shoulders and strode into the fray with clear purpose. He grabbed a pint glass and got it nice and filled up before chugging it down. He then slammed the glass onto the table with his neutral expression still intact. "Another."

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"Bloody hell, it's true what they say about you Germans then, isn't it? Barely had time to get a drink of me own before you went and done yours up." Rex said with wide eyes, looking at the empty glass that he slammed onto the table. The bartender, of course, acquiesced and provided another drink promptly. It was interesting, he thought. Johan definitely didn't look the type to be a heavy drinker, but he supposed some things were entrenched enough in culture that they found their way to even the most prude-looking individuals. Admittedly, Rex didn't have that much basis to judge Johan that way yet, but those glasses...!

"Anyway, cheers!" Rex said, offering his glass, filled with a proper Irish red ale. "I'm assuming you've come here for a good reason after all. I'm happy there's someone as new as me around if I'm gonna be quite honest."

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