Under the Vatican, in the private training grounds used by the Quincy of the Inquisition, the various members were whispering, watching a white-haired man firing at the furthest target, an absent look on his face as he placed arrow after arrow into the bullseye from around two miles away. The robes of a Catholic priest flexed over the muscles of an experienced combatant complimented the bored expression on his face as Shane continued one of his favorite ways to space out and think.

Quite frankly, most of the people around him were amazed at the accuracy and speed that he was firing, especially at such a distance, and yet they refused to get it through their thick skulls that it was simple enough to learn to do so as a Quincy. They were all idiots. You didn't necessarily look with your eyes alone. You used your Reikaku, your spiritual sight, to enhance your physical senses, and after that it was easy enough to calculate distance, wind strength and direction, the curvature of the Earth, and several other factors. Once that was done, it was a matter of practicing until your muscles bled and tore apart, then continuing until you get it perfect.

It wasn't that hard, and if this was the mindset of the average soldier of the Inquisition then they were damned.

"Uh really, All this commotion over a Quincy training? We should be doing more than standing around."Spoke a voice of a saint as Celestine walked into the training grounds moving towards the crowd that parted, much like the red sea as the sight of the sister. She walked towards the cause of the commotion. Her hands folded in front of her as her raven black hair fanned around her following her strong quick walk. "Father Wolfe" She Spoke stopping at his side "I do wish you would quit scaring your fellow clergy with this display you let on?' She spoke in a very modest manner keeping her visible eye looking forwards towards the very distant target.

Shane took in the current goings-on with a hint of exasperation as the fools that surrounded him parted for one of the fellow members of the Inquisition, a nun by the name of Celestine Engel, a beautiful young lady who was quite talented with her rifle. Of course, there was always the fact that she was constantly on his ass about something or another, despite his higher rank. Flexing his black bow even as she stood to his right and accused him of scaring the others, he fired off a single arrow, the wind pressure caused by it's exit from the string blowing back both of their hair even as it blew through the target and continued on some ways into the distance. "...Sister Engel. Such a display shouldn't scare them. If anything, zey should be training to at least attempt to get themselves to such a level. Ve are here to protect Midgard. Does that not mean that they should be reprimanded, instead?"

At this point, he would turn slightly and look Celestine in the eyes, lifting an eyebrow. In truth, the Norwegian man enjoyed their banter. She was one of the few who could get a rise out of him, she was a drop-dead looker, and she was intelligent. All in all, Celestine was interesting, and Shane was always looking for more people that piqued his interest.

Celestine watched him closely lifting her left hand holding her veil in place just as he fired the air. She wasbt as suprised by the wind pressure or the wind threatening to take all her hair with it."Why not teach sem insteatt of sem watching you?"she asked "sey will not learn watching you unless you teach sem. Knowledge is power and sharing is a very caring sing dont you agree faser Wolf"she spoke"she added as her visible blue eye watched him as her other managed to remain hidden under the safety of her bangs.

Allowing his bow to dissipate into reishi, Shane would turn fully towards Celestine, crossing his arms in a friendly manner as he set himself in a relaxed stance. "Believe me when I say I've tried, Sister. These foolz think zhat just because they are Quincy, that they don't need to vork for any of zheir strength. Most of zhem can hardly summon much more zhan a cloud of reishi to shoot from."

His irritation with the idiots surrounding them was showing in his voice, his Norwegian accent being drawn out in full. Usually, it only did that when he was drunk or around Inquisitor Dämmerung - or both. Giving a glare to those who were still loitering, eavesdropping in an attempt to seem important, the Acolyte would effectively terrify all of those surrounding them back into training before returning his full attention to the black-haired beauty in front of him. "So, Celestine, iz there a particular reazon for your visit, or vere you just dying to see me?"

"You just neet to give sem some proper motivation."She spoke with a smile "if sey hatt sensing more motivating. Sen set would do more wouldn't you agree Frazer wolf."She asked tilting her head slightly keeping her smile on her face as her Silver eyes watched him before she turned on her heels lacing her fingere behind her back

" I am here to just see where all the good clergymen and some of our usual patrols have ran off to. Sey are lucky I talked the high overseer from telling Viktor of them leaving their posts just to enjoy your...Tiny display."she spoke. "I would hate them to have to deal with our Lord inquisitor "She Spoke

Shane snorted as he heard that. He honestly hadn't meant to put on such a display, he had just been thinking about other things, and he found training the perfect way to take his mind off from such affairs. Unfortunately, after the first dozen or two shots he'd gotten into the groove of things and started thinking again. "If these simpletons think THAT was a display, then they should see Inquisitor Dämmerung shoot. I'm good, but that man is a legend when it comes to trick-shots."

Chuckling and shaking his head at his commanding officer's shenanigans, the Norwegian male had finally settled down, his accent simply being there and not quite as pronounced. "So, are you doing anything later, nydelig?"

As Shane asked his question, the familiar, measured sound of a steady, measured, and exact gait would enter Shane's ears. Speak of the Devil, and all that. Johan approached the firing range, hands folded behind his rimrod-straight back as his gaze swept over the area. "Hmmm? Herr Wolfe. While I did not expect to see you here, it is good to know you are making sure to brush up on ze fundamentals. One can never be too vigilant." Johan gave a stiff nod to Celestine, acknowledging her presence before turning to face away from the firing range as his gun flashed into existence in his hand.

It was so quick, even a trained eye like Shane's could barely follow Johan's movements. In what seemed to be a single motion, Johan aimed his gun without looking over his shoulder and fired 5 consecutive shots which not only all hit the bullseye, but also never strayed off path. Johan turned back around and approached the smothering, perfectly circular hole. Giving his handiwork an appraising eye, Johan frowned slightly and shook his head. "Off by a millimeter to the left on the third shot. Hmph. Unacceptable." Johan then stepped up to the plate again, performing the same trick a second time on a fresh target.

"That you are right but then again he has nothing better to do half ze time" She said clearing her throat having to think of each word to not allow her accent to hinder her speech too much. She was about to speak again before looking over her shoulder"Well look who decided to crawl out of ze woodwork."She Spoke turning towards him watching his signature trick shots. she sighed rubbing the bridge of her nose "You are not helping"She spoke before allowing her train of thought to go off the rail at Shane's next question "Am I doing anyzing later? No nozing in particular"She spoke having to think if there was anything she needed to do.

Speak of the Devil, and he shall arrive, polished shoes and all, Shane thought briefly as Johan showed up, then proceeded to prove every word he'd just spoken true as if the man were a fucking wizard. Chuckling slightly, he'd turn back to Celestine as she pondered his question, her perfect face showing every sign of intense thought even as she answered his question in the negative. Moving around in front of her, Shane would take off his glasses, hanging them from his lapel as he ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit that DEFINITELY wasn't born out of the fact that he knew what it did. His soft, messy white hair framed the face of what could have been a supermodel just so, even as his silver eyes sparkled and smoldered in the light of the massive training area. "Well, if you don't have any plans, maybe you'd like to get some dinner?"

The look he was giving her had been described by all but the oldest and most bitter nuns in the Vatican as being one that oozed sin, intoxicating and lustful, although it also could be said that Shane didn't MEAN for it to be like that. It was just his natural state of being. Of course, those same nuns would also blush and stutter and do anything to see it one more time.

Hypocrites, these Catholics.

The image of Norwegian perfection was shattered after she'd given her answer, turning into one of mischief as he turned to his Inquisitor. "Johan, do the thing!"