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Yuhng walked back up the steps to the Quincy headquarters, glancing over his shoulder occasionally to see if a figure was following. He shook his head to clear his mind, looking up to see some figures moving in the windows. It was good to see that someone was actually at the headquarters now.

Balling his hand into a fist, Yuhng rapped on the door, still not sure whether or not to walk in. The doorknob twisted easily, but he figured it would be rude since he had never introduced himself to another quincy before. It was dangerous business to try and make his presence known - he wasn't really keen on getting shinigamis to come push him down like they did his parents.

Sighing, Yuhng leaned a shoulder on the doorframe and tilted back so that he could see if the door opened, but he could also see the road and driveway. If that shinigami happened to have followed him, it was his chance to ask her questions. Although it was no guarantee, if worse came to worst, the quincies in the building would probably also back him up against a shinigami. There was the chance that they would gang up on him afterwards. At least he would have answers by then.

Yuhng glanced up as the door swung slightly open. He was surprised someone answered so soon this time, but hey, all the better. Not wanting to alienate himself right off the bat, Yuhng gave a half lilting smile.

"Hey there," Yuhng nodded, his eyes sparkling a bit in the light, pairing with his smile to create an innocent nice-boy look. "Sorry to interrupt whatevs you got going on in there. I just uh, wanted to check-in I guess? See what's up with this whole Quincy situation?" Hooking a finger on t he chain around his neck, Yuhng pulled out the buddha pendant and the basic, plain cross that hung next to it, a bit oxymoronic. "I didn't think there were others alive. My parents were killed a coupl'a years back."

He glanced at the girl, seeing a serious look in her eyes. Also, he thought he could see the beginning of a glove on the exposed part of her arm that he could see in the half open doorway. That made her a lot more powerful than him if he had done his reading right.

Asai was walking back up the trail mainly in the shadows.
I'm not sure, but I can almost guarantee they're not too fond of my sparratic visits. But, it is what I must do if I wish to do what is needed.
He reached the doorway and stood behind the younger Quincy already standing there with a pretty lost-look on his face.
"I just popped into town and there seem to be some interesting developments there. The war is apperantly over, at least from what they said. Still, it is rediculous. It'd seem as though these Shinigami feel as if there was a reason for their presence to be needed, or as if there were an all-night party at Earth and our Town is the place to be." *sighs* "Even the Arrancar happen to be using their door like it is no big deal."
He leaned towards the QuincyBoy, "Have you any idea what this is about?"
He looks more puzzled than anyone here, what am I playing at?
Saiko stepped past him, into the doorway and leaned against the nearest wall.
"I wish to know what you all plan on doing. I feel we need to get this out in the open, it will be much more efficient for us to work together if we had some kind of game plan. If you will pardon my abrupt enterance before, and allow me to humbly apologize for entering your home uninvited like this, but these aren't exactly the times or circumstances I was forseeing myself to be making introductions to more of my kind during."
He lowered himself to the ground, bowing down on one knee. Scars covered his back and other parts of his exposed skin, the tattoos were poorly-covering few, and it seemed as is his hand had been badly burned at some point. He looked up into Yumi's eyes with his only visibly one. Then to Serza, the depth of color spelled out dermination, but still screamed out blood and death. He stared, hoping for a response to his proposal.

The Quincy's nerving red eye rested firmly on Yumi. If his face could give an expression, it would have been a much less-awkward moment.
Well, obviously the Shinigami would be so bold as to contradict their previous actions by exploiting us Quincys. Because if these two were involved in that little incident earlier, I'm sure shinigami had something to do with it.
He looked off towards Serza's direction, to break the tension that may follow the direction of the conversation.
"So, is there anything you'd like to say? Because Yuhng does happen to be right you know, it dosen't exactly seem like you just came back from the mall or anything..." talk2hand

*shakes head*

"There may only be four of us, but our ancestors have been known to do considerable damage with even lesser numbers."
He stops for a second, closing his eyes, getting lost in his memorys for a second.
Something tells me that we're going to have trouble working as a team. Quincys are too free-spirited for this kind of thing. Especially after all this time learning that they aren't alone. I can only imagine the kinds of stress all of these people have gone through.

The memories flood back, and a single-solitary tear rolls out of his eye as he looks back to the boy at the door, to Yumi and then Serza.
"I am not trying to force anything upon you. I only wish to try and give our kind a chance at a new beginning." He walks to the desk he had seen earlier. He noticed clippings and other various documents, suggesting that someone among the group had been doing some serious-researching recently.
"Us Quincy have been accused of being wrong. We have been killed... killed for the simple fact that when faced with watching those we are to protect die, we'd rather use our force; vigilante if you will, and defend them. When set next to the fact that the Shinigami say they're right in purifying those dangerous things called 'Hollows', anyone else is made a threat to their ways. Such a threat they'd attempt to wipe out an entire clan just to prove they're right!"

((Its okay, maybe we can make-up some kind of PRP in the meantime))

((Thanks brother dear... Ill kill you soon <3, As for the PRP Ask Jan or use the Quincy training PRP))

A bag of potatoes, a bowl, and a small sharp knife come flying out of the kitchen and land next to each other on the large oak table in the dinning room. "If you want to eat here kid, you best learn whom owns this house. While there are more then enough rooms, that doesnt mean I have to let you stay in one. Earn your keep and I'll let you stay here for a bit." Serza's voice can be heard as if she were standing the doorway but she is actually over next to the stove working on a stew. "Peal those and Ill give you room and board for both you and the creepy guy your with, for tonight anyway." Serza adds the last bit and smirks to herself.