08-13-2017, 07:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-10-2017, 08:05 PM by Serraph Quarrere.
Edit Reason: I've been waiting for a response for around 2 months. I really want to use my character.
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"I've not the faintest idea on what's gotten you so excited.", the Lord would say rather coyly, a smirk playing about his lips.
"Well you see M'Lord, this place is centuries ahead from my home, where the tallest buildings were made by the unsuspecting Humans. Their technology pales severely to this place, you see.", Serraph would explain, motioning nonchalantly with a gloved hand. "Nothing on Earth compares"
Freeza did seem interested, with the term "Human" ringing familiar with the space emperor. Serraph could tell that something about what he said touched a nerve with the little one. "Humans you say. I must ask, would a powerful fighter named Goku be among your planet's inhabitants?"
Freeza was curious, a distinct glimmer of revenge's wrath in narrowing in his keen eyes. He already had what the dragon-balls would have given him if the Namekian filth hadn't gotten in his way. Now he wanted revenge on Goku. Perhaps Earth still existed in this realm. "Can I get there from here?"
Serraph gave pause at the little emperor's demeanor, the atmosphere of the elevator seeming to darken at the subject. Serraph's eyes studied the emperor before rolling up his right sleeve, his left gloved hand pinching at the paper skin. "Good Questions. I will look into this.", The Arrancar would say, his fingertips glowing with rainbow light as he summoned forth information itself from his expansive archives. He had stored scores of information of all types. There was no such thing as useless information.
Serraph would pinch down harder, his fingers breaking his weak skin. His blood would flow but not in the consistency one would imagine. His black, ink-like blood would slowly drip from his fingertips as he pulled on that skin, unrolling it from his arm like a scroll. On the inside of this unrolled piece of skin, glyphs of various languages would appear as the omnilinium did its work.
"Goku, Goku.... Son Goku perhaps?", Serraph would muse aloud, his eyes narrowing at the text as it formed. "Interesting~"
It would seem Humans had created Son Goku as a part of a fictitious work where he played the protagonist, facing an increasing level of challenges and evil-doers until he eventually reached into the realm of the Gods. It would seem Lord Freeza was one of his more notable opponents. If Freeza was a work of fiction, what's to say what is and what isn't a work of fiction in this world. Perhaps this place was too wondrous to be true.
"Good news, M'Lord, Son Goku exists in my world. Bad news is that he is a part of a fictitious story as are you. However, it would seem you have quite the fan-base.", Serraph would chuckle, re-wrapping his exposed arm, pulling his sleeve back down over the wound.
Freeza didn't seem to like this news and who could blame him. Who is to say Serraph himself was a creation simply drawn up and written on paper for the amusement of others, orchestrated by some washed-up author hoping to make a quick buck. The idea was far from pleasing.
Soon they would arrive at the top and given the choice of seating arrangements. The former Espada would bite his lip, his eyes moving back and forth between the various tables. On one hand the view was beautiful, but on the other hand the others might not share his view.
A group of airspeeders would roar by recklessly, the wake of its passage bathing them in a torrent of wind. Serraph's eyes would look onward amazed and twinkling with curiosity.
Turning back to the group he could hardly contain himself. "I'll take a raincheck on this little party. M'Lord, I'll contact you at a later time If my interest in your endeavors still holds."
He'd turn from them, stepping onto the elevator that would lead him down. "Ciao, for now."
"Well you see M'Lord, this place is centuries ahead from my home, where the tallest buildings were made by the unsuspecting Humans. Their technology pales severely to this place, you see.", Serraph would explain, motioning nonchalantly with a gloved hand. "Nothing on Earth compares"
Freeza did seem interested, with the term "Human" ringing familiar with the space emperor. Serraph could tell that something about what he said touched a nerve with the little one. "Humans you say. I must ask, would a powerful fighter named Goku be among your planet's inhabitants?"
Freeza was curious, a distinct glimmer of revenge's wrath in narrowing in his keen eyes. He already had what the dragon-balls would have given him if the Namekian filth hadn't gotten in his way. Now he wanted revenge on Goku. Perhaps Earth still existed in this realm. "Can I get there from here?"
Serraph gave pause at the little emperor's demeanor, the atmosphere of the elevator seeming to darken at the subject. Serraph's eyes studied the emperor before rolling up his right sleeve, his left gloved hand pinching at the paper skin. "Good Questions. I will look into this.", The Arrancar would say, his fingertips glowing with rainbow light as he summoned forth information itself from his expansive archives. He had stored scores of information of all types. There was no such thing as useless information.
Serraph would pinch down harder, his fingers breaking his weak skin. His blood would flow but not in the consistency one would imagine. His black, ink-like blood would slowly drip from his fingertips as he pulled on that skin, unrolling it from his arm like a scroll. On the inside of this unrolled piece of skin, glyphs of various languages would appear as the omnilinium did its work.
"Goku, Goku.... Son Goku perhaps?", Serraph would muse aloud, his eyes narrowing at the text as it formed. "Interesting~"
It would seem Humans had created Son Goku as a part of a fictitious work where he played the protagonist, facing an increasing level of challenges and evil-doers until he eventually reached into the realm of the Gods. It would seem Lord Freeza was one of his more notable opponents. If Freeza was a work of fiction, what's to say what is and what isn't a work of fiction in this world. Perhaps this place was too wondrous to be true.
"Good news, M'Lord, Son Goku exists in my world. Bad news is that he is a part of a fictitious story as are you. However, it would seem you have quite the fan-base.", Serraph would chuckle, re-wrapping his exposed arm, pulling his sleeve back down over the wound.
Freeza didn't seem to like this news and who could blame him. Who is to say Serraph himself was a creation simply drawn up and written on paper for the amusement of others, orchestrated by some washed-up author hoping to make a quick buck. The idea was far from pleasing.
Soon they would arrive at the top and given the choice of seating arrangements. The former Espada would bite his lip, his eyes moving back and forth between the various tables. On one hand the view was beautiful, but on the other hand the others might not share his view.
A group of airspeeders would roar by recklessly, the wake of its passage bathing them in a torrent of wind. Serraph's eyes would look onward amazed and twinkling with curiosity.
Turning back to the group he could hardly contain himself. "I'll take a raincheck on this little party. M'Lord, I'll contact you at a later time If my interest in your endeavors still holds."
He'd turn from them, stepping onto the elevator that would lead him down. "Ciao, for now."
"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!"