02-08-2018, 01:42 PM
Having a gun, a rather interesting gun, pointed in his face was not quite the reaction he expected. After all his position was not threatening. Serraph had intentionally moved close enough to negate the full effectiveness of his rapier. He might as well have been an unarmed child and yet this man still had the former Espada look down the barrel of this quite sophisticated firearm. Before he could really do much the gun was lowered, the two machine beings asking the Arrancar of his name and intentions. "I will answer one question as you answered one of mine. Information of any kind is precious to me, you see.", he'd say, his gloved hand tightening at his tie's knot.
"I go by the name of Serraph Quarrere, Octava Espada and Head Librarian to Primera Espada Tier Harribel's Kingdom of Los Noches." he'd declare with a lazy bow at his waist, his left arm resting upon the pommel of his rapier. He'd rise again, before any kind of courtesies could be returned. He didn't expect them to return his kindness anyhow. "Though that title would hold little weight here. Serraph will do for the time being~"
He'd glance between two, his eyes flowing hungrily over them. The two seemed to be mirror opposites of each other, at least in the intellectual side of things. While the male appearing machine seem brutish and quite unpleasant to look at, the other would be more reserved, not taking uncertain actions or risks at the appearance of an unknown stranger such as Serraph. It was perhaps the right decision. It is best to be well informed about a certain circumstance before acting upon it. Serraph would turn towards the unsightly one.
"I see you are unaccustomed to how things work around here. If your approach to a peaceful encounter is to ready your pistol, you might find your firing arm eradicated.", he'd warn to him his left had gripping at the firm hilt of his rapier, raising it slightly, the white, non reflective blade meshing quite well with the bleach white background of the nexus. Those glancing upon it might say there was no blade at all. "I am a seeker of knowledge, but I can afford to draw my blade."
"I go by the name of Serraph Quarrere, Octava Espada and Head Librarian to Primera Espada Tier Harribel's Kingdom of Los Noches." he'd declare with a lazy bow at his waist, his left arm resting upon the pommel of his rapier. He'd rise again, before any kind of courtesies could be returned. He didn't expect them to return his kindness anyhow. "Though that title would hold little weight here. Serraph will do for the time being~"
He'd glance between two, his eyes flowing hungrily over them. The two seemed to be mirror opposites of each other, at least in the intellectual side of things. While the male appearing machine seem brutish and quite unpleasant to look at, the other would be more reserved, not taking uncertain actions or risks at the appearance of an unknown stranger such as Serraph. It was perhaps the right decision. It is best to be well informed about a certain circumstance before acting upon it. Serraph would turn towards the unsightly one.
"I see you are unaccustomed to how things work around here. If your approach to a peaceful encounter is to ready your pistol, you might find your firing arm eradicated.", he'd warn to him his left had gripping at the firm hilt of his rapier, raising it slightly, the white, non reflective blade meshing quite well with the bleach white background of the nexus. Those glancing upon it might say there was no blade at all. "I am a seeker of knowledge, but I can afford to draw my blade."
"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!"