07-26-2017, 06:22 PM
"Zerg was it?", Serraph would muse aloud, his eyes curiously scanning the woman, recognizing certain qualities the belonged to the Human race even if she herself was no longer human. Beings adapt and evolve to survive in their environments. The young Espada stroked his chin, his warm gaze hardening as his thought train intensified. Those who fail to adapt are cast out of life. Only the strong survive after all!
Ha! Serraph himself consisted of hundreds if not thousands of normal hollowfied human souls. Who can say for sure what about him was carried over from his original self. Respectfully he'd extend a courteous bow at his waist, his eyes never really leaving her. "Ah, Forgive me Lady Kerrigan, It's quite tragic one such has yourself would go unnoticed by my watchful eye. Surely you must understand there is simply so much to enjoy here."
Before he could go any further another would flock to join the merry band of rulers and noblemen, going by the alias of "Teacher". How interesting how one with that name would meet one such as himself. After all, how much knowledge could this man who still lived possess? Unconsciously he'd lightly tap the bridge of his glasses, pushing them farther against his face before stepping forward, his gloved hand taking the "Teacher"'s offer.
Serraph's gaze dropped, watching and feeling the effects happening. It was an all to familiar feeling as the ability was transcribed into his being, not all too different from Serraph's. The Espada could feel his paper and ink body start to modify itself to accommodate this ability, its instructions written deep within the layers of script within himself. The ability was quite interesting of course. Utilizing the body to capture and weaponize the air around him was quite innovative, but the Librarian had a different interest.
This ability to transcribe abilities onto others was something he had to have. After all, Librarians and Teachers were both workers and seekers of knowledge, were they not? Grinning wide, Serraph gripped the Teacher's hand harder, his other softly covering the two. "Allow me to try this", He'd say, his glove starting to glow in a misty red light. The Teacher would feel his hand pricked by something sharp as Serraph literally wrote the ability to wield his Zanpakuto into him, the Reiatsu infused ink that ran through the Arrancar's veins seeping into this man. When finished he'd step back, motioning nonchalantly at the man's hip, where a eerily white Rapier hung from the Teacher's hip.
"I do thank you for the meal~"
Ha! Serraph himself consisted of hundreds if not thousands of normal hollowfied human souls. Who can say for sure what about him was carried over from his original self. Respectfully he'd extend a courteous bow at his waist, his eyes never really leaving her. "Ah, Forgive me Lady Kerrigan, It's quite tragic one such has yourself would go unnoticed by my watchful eye. Surely you must understand there is simply so much to enjoy here."
Before he could go any further another would flock to join the merry band of rulers and noblemen, going by the alias of "Teacher". How interesting how one with that name would meet one such as himself. After all, how much knowledge could this man who still lived possess? Unconsciously he'd lightly tap the bridge of his glasses, pushing them farther against his face before stepping forward, his gloved hand taking the "Teacher"'s offer.
Serraph's gaze dropped, watching and feeling the effects happening. It was an all to familiar feeling as the ability was transcribed into his being, not all too different from Serraph's. The Espada could feel his paper and ink body start to modify itself to accommodate this ability, its instructions written deep within the layers of script within himself. The ability was quite interesting of course. Utilizing the body to capture and weaponize the air around him was quite innovative, but the Librarian had a different interest.
This ability to transcribe abilities onto others was something he had to have. After all, Librarians and Teachers were both workers and seekers of knowledge, were they not? Grinning wide, Serraph gripped the Teacher's hand harder, his other softly covering the two. "Allow me to try this", He'd say, his glove starting to glow in a misty red light. The Teacher would feel his hand pricked by something sharp as Serraph literally wrote the ability to wield his Zanpakuto into him, the Reiatsu infused ink that ran through the Arrancar's veins seeping into this man. When finished he'd step back, motioning nonchalantly at the man's hip, where a eerily white Rapier hung from the Teacher's hip.
"I do thank you for the meal~"
"Mine eyes hath seen the glory of the presence of my Lord. He is sifting through the treasures in which his Gates of Wrath does store. He lets loose the righteous vengeance of his terrible swift swords. Gilgemesh has returned!"