It was a calm afternoon, one which Gwynevere was quite enjoying. The motherly Quincy absolutely loved taking advantage of such lovely weather, and what better way to do that than to train? She has to keep herself in top shape if she is to keep the Primarch safe. Three arrows are fired, and embed themselves into the pinpoint center of the targets nearly two hundred feet away. Then again, they weren't moving targets. She would have pulled out a training partner, but was soon expecting a possible recruit. They wished to join their Paladin branch, and if they wanted to get in they needed to give a good impression. From what her reports stated, he was quite common in terms of power for his age, if not on the low side. So far he's only been shown to punch things, and has yet to manifest his bow. And yet, from what she read he seemed to have such a confident personality.

She would see today if this man would be Diocese material. If he shown any promise, she'd give her approval for joining through. He'd get proper training, she'd make a soldier of him yet. For now though she sighs and waits, dissipating her bow and taking a seat upon a bench on the outskirts of her training field. A guard would escort the man she was expecting when he arrived, after all.

The 'Quincy', whatever that meant, walked through the corridor with another one of those Quincy guys. His steps were broad, wide and confident, as if he was the king of his own rock. His shoulders slouched a little, but no more than one would expect of someone who, quite frankly, had veiled interest in this place. To Brody S., Quincies and Shini-whatever and Hollows were all a new thing, with his limited knowledge being given to him around last month. From what he gathered, most of his race, or whatever spiritual humans could be called, were basically a bunch of religious crusader types. He was pretty sure the Catholics were run by Quincies.

It's always the Catholics.

"So where's this broad at anyway? You said she's your leader or somethin', right? Must be some tough chick, keeping all you tough guys in check, amirite?" he jabbed at the guard's arm casually with a loud, almost frat-like laugh. The gaze of some of the Quincies who weren't raised by a dad who loved the bottle more than their son, managed to find Brody quickly, but he shrugged it off. This wasn't the first snooty place he was being pulled into. All he cared about was making sure wherever he was going, there would be plenty of people to keep in check, be it with his fists or his fists.

As they ended their walk, Brody could see the woman from across the field, sitting on a bench and resting while she waited for them to arrive. She looked... well, he wouldn't say she looked different than he expected out loud, at least. Nor would he say that she looked like she was better off taking care of some kids in an orphanage, but to each their own. Never judge a porn mag by the model on it, or something like that.

"What's up, boss lady?"

The guard that escorted the man narrowed his eyes at the disrespectful term the man used for their Imperator, but said nothing. He was sure this man would quickly learn why she was so high in rank soon enough. As soon as he had Brody to the training area, he left to resume his post at the gates of the compound.

Her mind had wondered a bit while waiting, though quickly regained at the sound of a male voice. Her gaze meets his, and she gives a gentle smile. 'Well, he seems nice enough so far.' It wasn't a greeting she was used to. "Good afternoon, I believe your name is Brody?" She stands and holds her right hand out for a handshake. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Gwynevere, Imperator to the Primarch. Please, follow me." She begins leading him to a nearby table, set by a wall closer to the main building. The training area was large, with training dummies and archery ranges set across nearly every wall. Under the table was a cooler filled with bottled tea, water bottles and iced coffee. "Help yourself to a drink." She states before grabbing herself a bottle of water. After taking a sip, she begins with getting to know just who this man was. "So Mr. Brody, how long have you known you were a Quincy for?"

Well, her voice sounded like his mother's, kind of. Weird. How was someone like this broad in charge? Or at least, second in command?

"You got it. Brody S." He gripped her hand firmly, at first simply extending the respect she was offering him, though his hand seemed to tighten after a brief moment. Her hands were so soft for someone with the title 'Imperator'. That shit sounded scary, but maybe it meant 'Mommy'. As they walked towards the drinks, Brody looked at the cooler with a hunger that he hadn't managed to sate in the last twenty-four hours. Opening it and spotting the disgusting, healthy beverages, and not his cherished alcohol, caused the man to grunt quietly. He looked at the woman, reaching in and grabbing a similar bottle of water and holding it up, as if offering a cheers. "It ain't what I usually get, but free shit's better than no shit."

He cracked the bottle open, taking a swig and feeling his body thank him for a reprieve from the cigarettes, alcohol and possible other cancer-causing shit. "I mean, I guess I've been one since I was born. That's what my guy told me, but I mean, I wouldn't know the difference between one of yous and my neighbour. My guy told me about it about a month or so ago, telling me that I was born to kill monsters 'n shit. Then he told me to come to yous and see what I can do about learning this stuff. Im guessing I'm doin' it wrong because I ain't seen a bow at all. I'm thinkin' I might just go and buy me a crossbow and see what that does against them spooks, ya' feel me?"

The handhsake went well, but the way his hand tensed made her... uncomfortable? It didn't hurt in the least, and it would feel like he was trying to squeeze steel or a brick if he had really tried just from her Spirit Pressure.

Well, the man's rough way of speaking was quite new to Gwynevere, and the way he worded things got another small chuckle from her. "Oh my, you'll find that normal human weapons won't be nearly as effective as what a Quincy can make. It seems you have little experience, but that's fine. Everyone starts somewhere, you'll just have a late start." After all, Gwynevere herself had started at the young age of... 'When did I start again? Oh well.' She takes another swig of water before placing the bottle down on the table, cap screwed on tight. "Now, before I test your capabilities, what do you know of Quincies? Did your friend mention the powers available to you just from being one of us?" Her walk was slow and steady, and she kept her motherly smile all the while. "I know you've heard of us creating bows, but what else?"

She patiently awaits his reply, and they would arrive at the center of the field by the time his answer was given.

The man shrugged his shoulders, rolling his arms and joints briefly and holding up his fists. "If a crossbow or a gun can't work, maybe I can. I mean, I'm like some spirit killing badass, so maybe I'm different than someone with a gun. Ain't takin' the risk of gettin' shot up, though."

As they walked, he took another drink of water before putting the bottle in his pockets, much like a holster to a gun. "He said somethin' about Hollows and Shini-somethin'. Like, we ain't the only ones around this place. Hollows are apparently the monsters we kill 'n shit, and the Shini-dudes are people that do the same stuff, but they're like some type of Grim Reaper kinda myth. Honestly, I thought he was just smokin' some good shit at first, but then when he made some big ass bow show up from nothing, I kinda started to think maybe I'm not smoking enough."

When the made it to the center of the field, the Quincy looked around. "We're all Quincy here, right? Ain't no Shini or whatever?"

Seems his knowledge about anything spiritual was limited. "I see. There are certainly no Shinigami here, our factions don't exactly see eye to eye. You see, they nearly wiped us Quincy out entirely. A story for another time, though." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a silver bracelet that had a Quincy cross on it. "Here, you most likely couldn't manifest a bow because you never had a medallion to help with forming it." She holds it out for the man to take. "Have you seen the human movies on Harry Potter? Consider this like a wand from those movies in that you focus your powers through this."

She steps back a bit, and holds out her hand. "You probably won't be able to create a bow today, but you can practice on your own and it will help refine your control, on top of increasing your reserves of Spirit Energy. Like so." Her hand opens, and the Quincy cross on her bracelet glows a bright blue. It was a fraction of a moment later that her bow formed, a bow that was as long as she was tall. "This here is mine, everyone's bow is different based upon what they are most comfortable with. You might very well create yours as a crossbow, or maybe something shaped as a gun that shoots arrows." She faces the bow towards a target, and slowly draws the string. An arrow, the size of a spear, forms between her fingers. "I want you to pay attention to the medallion. See how most of the energy used comes from the very air around me. Feel the flow of Spirit Energy across your skin as it is drawn towards me." And like that, she fires. Despite it's size it is just as fast as a normal Quincy arrow. It pierces the hay target, and as the arrow breaks apart it leaves a massive hole. "For your test, I will only use my bow defensively and will not attack. I want you to show me everything you are capable of. Throw punches, try to use any of our kind's techniques that you know of, do whatever you can to hit me. Land a hit, and I will see you trained properly. I will refrain from using any supernatural techniques, only block what you throw at me." This would be a good first test. How would he handle having seen her bow in action? How much would he absorb from his first lesson? Will he assume her powerless without her Quincy techniques? This would answer a lot of questions she had about this man.

The Quincy took the cross, raising a brow as she explained the mechanics behind the little thing. Come to think about it, everyone around here wore one of these things. Even the man who told him about his lineage and race wore a pentacle medallion around his wrist.

"So we ain't just religious dudes, we're wizards. That's pretty fuckin' cool, if yous ask me." Frankly, being told he was a Wizard was about as great as this day got so far. And then, when Mother Quincy Babe decided to show what kind of wand she had, the man quickly felt... well, less of a man. If your Bow measured how much you got laid, this woman ran a brothel. If it symbolized the size of your loins, then she probably had custom made pants. If it-

Back on track, Brody.

"I mean, I ain't gonna lie, Boss. I ain't gonna be able to do some fancy shit like yous might think. I can punch, I can kick, hell I can even bite if yous aint got some AIDS or shit, but I probably ain't gonna be making some big medieval-type a' bow to shoot ya' with. But if yous serious, I can give beatin' the crap outta my new boss a shot. Helluva first day, tell yous what," he remarked, taking off the coat that rested on his shoulders and setting it to the side. He rolled up his dress shirt's sleeves, unbuttoning the first two buttons and pulling the annoying ass shirt from being tucked in. Anything to make a good first impression, I guess, even if that means dressin' like some type of monkey boy.

"You ready?" It was a stupid question, honestly. He didn't care if she said yes or no. He ran at her quickly, no supernatural speed or finesse to it. He just ran. Everything he did was telegraphed a lifetime before he did it, at least to the supernatural woman. After all, the only people he could beat the snot out of so far were just drunk bitches and weak bitches.

Kicking the dust and dirt from the training area into the air, he tried to blind her before sending a right jab to her pretty face, apologizing mentally right before doing so. It'd be a shame to actually hit her right in the cheek and break it, quite honestly.

Oh, was this man in for a treat. He came in, much like she expected. A lot of the children would do the same when they were first trained, as she did before them. She could tell what he wanted to do moments before he did it, clearly he didn't pick up yet that he had the ability to manipulate the Spirit Energy in the air, he probably also never paid attention to what she wanted him to. So when he kicked up some dirt, she stepped out of the way. When he punched, she easily ducked back and pushes the side of his arm, moving it away and possibly causing his momentum to carry him right on by the woman. "A decent attempt, but you aren't going to properly handle a weak Hollow that way, let alone me." She may not have looked it, but this man was a couple hundred years less experienced than her, who had to train and excel past her father's elite forces to properly maintain her family image. True to her word, all she did was evade the strike. Now she wanted to see how he would take this, and learn from it. If he learned from it.

When she swatted his hand away, he could feel his brow furrow and then his body turn around with the same momentum, though stopping as safely as he could. He didn't go into another punch blindly after feeling her swat his one and only technique away. His best technique, at that.

"Do you know Kung-Fu or some shit?" he asked, looking at the woman. Maybe he had to punch a little better. He reached down, grabbing a small handful of the same dirt he kicked up previously and throwing it at the woman, running in for yet another punch. Oh, Brody. What are we gonna do with you?