01-31-2018, 07:12 PM
Lord this was droll. Leaving Coruscant took way much of his time than needed. He didn't need papers upon arrival so why did they stop him on the way out? Are they that desperate for Primes that they would hinder their exit? Come to think of it, he'd only visited the top layer of the huge planet wide city. It's very possible that the near flawless representation of the top tier of the city was a ploy to draw in interested primes. Once there, they'd spring the trap, but not on Serraph! The young appearing Arrancar would chuckle, a pale gloved waving dismissfully at the portal and the guards that stood sentry by it.
He had been walking for what seemed forever, his head stuck in the metaphorical clouds that were his thoughts, but then something interesting happened. The loud sound of a pair of rather abrupt collisions echoed over the relatively small area around the Nexus. His eyes flicked to the fountain marking the epicenter of the Nexus and the origin of the gun shot. Serraph would glance to the side, his gloved hand scratching curiously at his papery chin. What could have made this noise? It is possible this was happening by the fountain. This provides one of the five base questions one would ask about an uncertain event, but the others were still shrouded in doubt. The Arrancar would narrow his eyes at the fountain , his eyes gazing upon the two figures there, both seemingly mechanical in nature. The would hold a human-like form which would pose the question, 'Are they completely artificial or are they simply augmented human beings?' If they were fully machine and sentient on the level of a human, another question would be posed. "What does a machine's soul taste like?", he'd ask himself aloud as he walked towards the pair. His gloved had would fall upon the basket weave on the hilt of his blade, his fingers tangling itself into it.
He could already feel a set of eyes upon him, the concerned eyes of the fem-bot following the Arrancar as he walked ever closer, perhaps a bit too close for their own taste. That is the question wasn't it? Can machines truly taste anything? Perhaps the correct answer was "Yes, If they were programmed to, but then again, the degree of such programming would be determined by the limitations of their creator or creators.", He'd answer aloud before the two mechanized beings. A wide grin stretched over Serraph's face, his eyes looking aimlessly into the nonexistent clouds, only to be brought back to earth by a fairly harsh *Ahem* from the more harsh appearing mechanical fellow. He'd blink and and tilt his head, his hands cupping his cheeks as he stretched his back out in exasperation. "Ughh what was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing? Aha!", He'd ramble, his mind scrambling to recollect itself, ending the process with a rather aggressive snap of his fingers. "I heard a sound from this direction you see and I just had to see it for myself, but then I found you two. The closer I got the more questions swarmed my mind so answer me this. Assuming you two are indeed mechanical in nature, do you two have souls?", he'd ask with a stupidly wide grin, stepping closely to the stranger of the two, the one who doesn't have what a normal one would consider a cute face.
He had been walking for what seemed forever, his head stuck in the metaphorical clouds that were his thoughts, but then something interesting happened. The loud sound of a pair of rather abrupt collisions echoed over the relatively small area around the Nexus. His eyes flicked to the fountain marking the epicenter of the Nexus and the origin of the gun shot. Serraph would glance to the side, his gloved hand scratching curiously at his papery chin. What could have made this noise? It is possible this was happening by the fountain. This provides one of the five base questions one would ask about an uncertain event, but the others were still shrouded in doubt. The Arrancar would narrow his eyes at the fountain , his eyes gazing upon the two figures there, both seemingly mechanical in nature. The would hold a human-like form which would pose the question, 'Are they completely artificial or are they simply augmented human beings?' If they were fully machine and sentient on the level of a human, another question would be posed. "What does a machine's soul taste like?", he'd ask himself aloud as he walked towards the pair. His gloved had would fall upon the basket weave on the hilt of his blade, his fingers tangling itself into it.
He could already feel a set of eyes upon him, the concerned eyes of the fem-bot following the Arrancar as he walked ever closer, perhaps a bit too close for their own taste. That is the question wasn't it? Can machines truly taste anything? Perhaps the correct answer was "Yes, If they were programmed to, but then again, the degree of such programming would be determined by the limitations of their creator or creators.", He'd answer aloud before the two mechanized beings. A wide grin stretched over Serraph's face, his eyes looking aimlessly into the nonexistent clouds, only to be brought back to earth by a fairly harsh *Ahem* from the more harsh appearing mechanical fellow. He'd blink and and tilt his head, his hands cupping his cheeks as he stretched his back out in exasperation. "Ughh what was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing? Aha!", He'd ramble, his mind scrambling to recollect itself, ending the process with a rather aggressive snap of his fingers. "I heard a sound from this direction you see and I just had to see it for myself, but then I found you two. The closer I got the more questions swarmed my mind so answer me this. Assuming you two are indeed mechanical in nature, do you two have souls?", he'd ask with a stupidly wide grin, stepping closely to the stranger of the two, the one who doesn't have what a normal one would consider a cute face.
"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!"