A lean, white-haired male in black clothes strode down the streets of New York, his black-gloved hands holding a thick book while his white collar denoted him as a man of the cloth. Of course, the steely gaze of a veteran combatant greeted those who cared to look past the friendly smile, and he was surrounded by an aura of power. Coming upon the house that he was looking for, he gently nudged by an addict walking the other direction, discouraging any argument with a simple look.

Walking up to the door and knocking politely, the priest would wait for the occupant to answer before speaking in a soft bass, tinted by a Norwegian accent. "Hello, miss. My name is Father Shane Wolfe, and I was vondering if you'd like to join me for confession."

The particular resident of this house would be able to tell immediately that this was a cover. After all...Why would one Quincy visit the house of another on accident?

It was another beautiful morning in the city and rather noisy as always. Of course, Amelie would awake to the sound of an alarm she had set, as not to sleep too awfully late into the day. She would roll herself out of bed and make her way to the kitchen where she would start the day by making coffee. After her coffee was freshly brewed, she would take it to the living area where she would enjoy it in silence with cream and sugar. When that was finished, she would change for a morning workout, which consisted of strength exercises. This would be followed by a quick shower, getting dressed, styling her hair, and applying some light makeup.

Her mourning routine was usually always with the same with some slight changes in excersise. Once she was finished, she always felt energized and refreshed. Normally, she would have plans at this point to go to work or go socializing. However, today she would settle for a nice book in the solitude of her own home. She had settled in and was reading for about ten minutes before she would hear a knock at her door. Well, that was odd. Nobody had come to visit her before at her own home.

Amelie would find herself quickly walking to the door and swinging it wide open without so much as even checking who it was. Amelie would blink for a moment as the man before her introduced himself. Well, she had to admit that he was an attractive man, however she couldn't help but be suspicious. She could feel the power radiating off of him and it made her a bit uncomfortable. His power was much stronger and more potent than hers meaning he was certainly a force to be reckoned with. He could probably kill her with a single glare, if he wanted to. Why was he here? It certainly wasn't for whatever he had said it was.

Amelie would stare at him for a few more moments. At this point, she had dressed herself in leisure wear. Her shirt draped off of her shoulder and hung loosely off her body. Her shorts had a fee tears and were frayed at the bottoms. Of course, representing her style and colorful personality, Amelie wore two totally different colored socks with the colors matching her eyes. One sock was blue and the other was green. "I'm sorry. You'll have to excuse my dress, I wasn't expecting visitors. Sure. I'd love to join you. My name is Amelie." She would speak cheerfully and with a smile, although a twinge of concern could be heard in her voice.

When the young lady opened the door, Shane couldn't help the fact that his eyes widened slightly. Her heterochromatic eyes and cute face would have been enough to catch his eye, but the state of undress made this seem like the intro to a bad porno. Showing absolutely NONE of his thoughts on his face, other than MAYBE a blush, he'd nod politely and follow her back inside once she'd let him in. Throwing the Bible he'd carried unceremoniously onto a couch, he'd sit down and pull off the slim black glasses he wore, tossing them to the side as well while running a hand through his hair, his silver-bronze eyes glinting with a playful light. "I must admit, when I came here I wasn't expecting you to be so attractive. The last three Quincy I've been told to visit have been...Vell, let's just call them old men and leave it at that. I represent the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, working for the Vatican. Sounds like a mouthful, I know, but apparently the original title is...off-putting. I suppose, however, it may make a bit more sense in this case. I am an Acolyte of the Inquisition, and I am here to determine whether or not you can be considered an ally. Afterwards, perhaps we can get a drink. Business before pleasure, unfortunately."

A smirk spread across his face as he spoke, complimenting his strong features and showing off his gleaming white teeth. He'd been told that he could've been a model if he hadn't joined the clergy, although it was certainly just a front. The particular look he was giving Amelie was one that he enjoyed giving the various nuns that wandered the Vatican, as they swore that it oozed sin even as they blushed and stuttered.

All in good fun, of course. Again, business before pleasure, as he'd gotten in trouble for screwing up the order before.

Amelie would step aside allowing this man to enter into her home, which was thankfully clean today. She would close the door behind him as he walked through and watch as the disguise was slowly stripped from his person. Blue and green eyes would watch him as she leaned against the door behind her. His book and his glasses would be tossed onto her couch, which was a bit forward although she didn't personally mind. Then, his true self would begin to show as a swift change of his hair would bring out his words of greeting followed by his true purpose for being at her residence. Of course, Amelie couldn't help but smirk as he would compliment her appearance and attempt to ask her out after their meeting. So, she had been sent a smooth talker with an accent no less. Unlucky for the Inquisition, Amelie was not so easily swayed by a pretty foreigner, however she was beginning to warm up to thus one just a bit. He seemed blunt and straightforward in his ways. Perhaps, this would mean he wasn't a liar, however she was skeptical that he may be a playboy of sorts. No matter, this was strictly business as of now, afterall.

"Well, Mr. Acolyte. How about we start with a bit of a name exchange, yes? Then, perhaps I may think about your proposal for after this meeting. The name is Amelie. And how can I persuade you today that I am indeed an ally of yours?" Amelie would look at him with confidence that she constantly held in front of the faces of others. This confidence would be complimented by a sly smile of sorts. What sort of intentions did he have? What sort of answer would he give? What was he looking for from her? She could see a majority of him on the surface, however what was he truly like inside? It was am interesting concept to her. More interesting than this meeting anyway.

Shane chuckled, his smirk widening as he kept eye contact, leaning back on the couch to get a bit more comfortable. "You know, nydelig, I feel as if you're a bit too on edge. Such stress can't be good for your health. Very well. I wasn't lying. My legal name according to ze Vatican is indeed Shane, as my birth name is too heretical in their eyes. To prove that you are an ally, all I need is your word. You will likely be assigned to the same Inquisitor that I am, so a bit of trust will go a long way."

Shifting and crossing his legs with his hands on his knees, knowingly drawing attention to the way that his robes stretched over his lean muscles, he'd speak once more, his accent playing around the edges of his voice. "The Inquisition's purpose is to protect Midgard, ze World of the Living, and the humans who inhabit it. To do so, the Vatican has taken in the remainders of the Quincy, and we make up their militant force. With every move you make, you shall have ze backing of the richest organization in ze world, and the freedom they grant. What do you say?"

Amelie would listen to him speak to her noting that she may be under too much stress, which she assumed was another tactic towards her thinking about his proposal for later. However, she would note that we was indeed truthful about the name he used, while also being pretty relaxed about what he needed to hear from her. All he wanted was for her to say that she was an ally? It was that simple? Well, she couldn't argue that she enjoyed his approach to things, as it would make future endeavors easier with information gathering. At this point, she hadn't done much moving, except her facial expression had changed to a pretty bland one as the wheels were turning in her head.

Again, he would settle on another tactic positioning himself so that Amelie couldn't miss his muscular stature. He would finish off his statement speaking about the luxuries of the organization, the riches, and the strength of their militant force. For a moment, Amelie would stare at him thinking about what to say next as she would bite her bottom lip in thought. "Well, Monsieur Shane," she would speak giving him just a sliver of an idea as to where she originated from herself, "I have decided that I will, in fact, join you. However, don't take me for greedy. I won't be doing it for the riches or the power you speak of. I will be doing this for the people and their protection. If I can make a difference in the lives of the people that cannot protect themselves, then I will gladly do so because I will not watch innocent lives be lost no matter the form." Amelie would find herself smiling at him before removing herself from the doorway and taking a few steps closer to him, "Trustworthy enough for you?"

Lifting a single, well-kept eyebrow, the Norwegian Quincy would lean forward slightly, crossing his fingers and letting his smirk turn lazy, looking more wolfish. "Don't get me wrong, min kjære, that is the reason I joined myself. I'm just required to go through ze brochure, as it were. As for the trust...You've given me more than enough. Allow me to return ze favor. Ask me anything, personal or otherwise. Nothing is off limits."

Oh, he was playing the game, definitely. He knew what the look he was giving her did to people. Was he a playboy? Yes and no. More accurately, he knew he COULD be, but refused to do so unless everyone involved agreed to such behavior. in layman's terms? He'd love a harem, but would be more than happy with one lady to spoil. Regardless...

He was waiting for a question, and perhaps an answer or two of his own.

Amelie would listen to his words and the way he spoke before she would analyze what it was he was saying. So, he claimed to have joined for the same reasons as herself, but she found that hard to believe. Then again, he was very honest and blunt with her since the beginning. So, she was on the edge of her seat at this point unsure of what to think about what it was he was saying. However, his last statement he would live to regret as he gave her free rain to ask him any question she so desired. However, she had many questions she wished to have answered.

"Anything at all that I want to ask, hm? Well, how about.. Is that accent real or is it just something you use to capture people's attention? Alsooo, are you in a romantic relationship right now? Do you like tea or coffee or maybe even both? You said you had another name. What is it? Are you really interested in taking me out for a drink or would you be settled for any pretty girl? I dont know if I asked, but I'll ask anyway. Are you single? You're not a playboy are you?" Amelie would step just a bit closer as she held out her fingers and counted her questions. It was obvious by the look on her face that she was asking so many questions simply because he hadn't specified a limit to how many. When she was done, she would smile teasingly at him just to see if he had gotten all of them.

Shane blinked a moment in surprise before settling back, listening to the questions being asked with a bit of humor on his face. He'd asked for this, after all. Once she was done, he took on a stereotypical thinking face before settling back into his flirtatious, smoldering glances. "Vell, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I was born and bred in Oslo, the capital of Norway. Ze accent is real. I'm not currently in a romantic relationship, I like both coffee and tea, although it depends on the mood, I don't just ask any girl I meet out to drink, and, as to your last two...I'm single, and vile I know zat I COULD be a playboy, I'd much prefer it if any partner I had were to be in agreement with such behavior. Othervise, I'd simply prefer to spoil whomever I happened to be with. Don't worry. If I had a harem, I'd have brought it up. Communication and trust is key to any relationship, ja? Oh, and my birth name was Erik Volsung, before the Church decided that it was too barbaric and Pagan for them."

All or one, one or all. One or the other. Shane was fine with either. There was no in-between, though. If given permission, he'd go wild.

Well, it turned out that he had answered all of her questions and he was certainly very truthful about the whole experience. He was actually much more truthful than she had believed he would be, howvever she had to say she didn't mind it. She actually much rather prefered someone be up front and honest with her than anything. "Oh, no. None of that information was disappointing at all. I enjoy getting to know things, especially about handsome, Norwegian men," Amelie would smile as she spoke in a semi-teasing manner. However, she had her fun and now she was interested in what he wanted to know about HER.

"Well, that covers a lot of important things I want to know. So, what would you like to know about me? I'll answer with the same honesty," Amelie would respond to him wondering just what kinds of questions men asked women. Would they be similar to hers? Would they be completely simple? Would they be more in depth? She was certainly ready for almost anything.