02-24-2018, 09:29 AM
There was much to glean from simple observations. The more organic of the two was a bit more suspicious than the calculating droid. Rather than buy into his aura of caution, she had decided to be reasonable. The Arrancar's hand would relax against the rough grip of his blade, his thumb pressing into its pommel. There were many doors to open in this world and the more robust appearing of the two would seem to want his door sealed shut. The Arrancar boy would smile at cooperation Schwi would offer. Perhaps this occasion would do for a bit more relaxing environment. He'd step back a few steps, his gloved hands outstretched before him.
The grotesque one would jerk, his hand tightening around the grip of his pistol. Serraph would smirk, his hands glowing in the radiant light of his Omnilinium. The strange material's power would flow over his arm, focusing on the space before him. A place to relax, the Arrancar channeled. The light would flow from his fingertips, coalescing into four distinct forms before him. Silently the light would morph and shift, sculpting itself into something Serraph deemed quite ideal for this situation. The light would fade, leaving behind a few of his favorite pieces of antiquity.
His hands would fall softly over the back of the leather chair before him, his hand motioning to the other two of identical make. "Please~", he'd muse, circling his chair to let his form fall lazily into its embrace. "Have a seat.". His form would lean forward, his gloved fingertips trailing over the rather plain appearing table separating him from the machine duo. His other hand would channel his stone's power once more, summoning an ornate porcelain tea set. He'd pour each one a cup of lukewarm tea, dashed with a sprinkling of human soul. He had always wondered how living beings would take to tasting another's soul. For him it could be a rich and complex flavor, depending on the one in which it was obtained. This one was of a mother who had supposedly died giving child birth. Her love and high spirits even in death was reflective in the flavoring created from her harvested soul.
He'd slide to each one a cup of his favorite tea upon a gold laced saucer. "Have some tea~ I insist.", he'd urge, bringing the cup to his pale lips. Ah! it was as he remembered. The drink warmed the Arrancar, his pale cheeks darkening as the ink in his veins grew fat with the energy the infused soul provided. It was just what he needed, at that specific moment of course. "Contained, one was born of light", he'd explain, setting his cup down before motioning to Camelot's gate. "Entered with the other born black night". The other hand would motion to Coruscant's gate.
"There exists a state of cold war between the two largest factions here, both of which one could find powerful allies in. Coruscant offers security and peace at the cost of your overall personal freedom. If you visit there and your friend here, Schwi, decides to pull his pistol in a similar manner as before you'll find their interpretation of justice swift. However it can be pleasant if you keep your head down and stay out of the way. It is the center of technology here in the Omniverse, something i'm sure your friend would enjoy~" , he'd explain, his eyes glancing at the grotesque one.
"The other is modeled after medieval era Europe, complete with castles and knights. Fantastic creatures and species can be found there and I hear the landscape is quite beautiful.", he'd say with a yawn, his eyes returning to the mechanized woman. "Besides that I can't say much about that place. I've yet to visit there myself".
The grotesque one would jerk, his hand tightening around the grip of his pistol. Serraph would smirk, his hands glowing in the radiant light of his Omnilinium. The strange material's power would flow over his arm, focusing on the space before him. A place to relax, the Arrancar channeled. The light would flow from his fingertips, coalescing into four distinct forms before him. Silently the light would morph and shift, sculpting itself into something Serraph deemed quite ideal for this situation. The light would fade, leaving behind a few of his favorite pieces of antiquity.
His hands would fall softly over the back of the leather chair before him, his hand motioning to the other two of identical make. "Please~", he'd muse, circling his chair to let his form fall lazily into its embrace. "Have a seat.". His form would lean forward, his gloved fingertips trailing over the rather plain appearing table separating him from the machine duo. His other hand would channel his stone's power once more, summoning an ornate porcelain tea set. He'd pour each one a cup of lukewarm tea, dashed with a sprinkling of human soul. He had always wondered how living beings would take to tasting another's soul. For him it could be a rich and complex flavor, depending on the one in which it was obtained. This one was of a mother who had supposedly died giving child birth. Her love and high spirits even in death was reflective in the flavoring created from her harvested soul.
He'd slide to each one a cup of his favorite tea upon a gold laced saucer. "Have some tea~ I insist.", he'd urge, bringing the cup to his pale lips. Ah! it was as he remembered. The drink warmed the Arrancar, his pale cheeks darkening as the ink in his veins grew fat with the energy the infused soul provided. It was just what he needed, at that specific moment of course. "Contained, one was born of light", he'd explain, setting his cup down before motioning to Camelot's gate. "Entered with the other born black night". The other hand would motion to Coruscant's gate.
"There exists a state of cold war between the two largest factions here, both of which one could find powerful allies in. Coruscant offers security and peace at the cost of your overall personal freedom. If you visit there and your friend here, Schwi, decides to pull his pistol in a similar manner as before you'll find their interpretation of justice swift. However it can be pleasant if you keep your head down and stay out of the way. It is the center of technology here in the Omniverse, something i'm sure your friend would enjoy~" , he'd explain, his eyes glancing at the grotesque one.
"The other is modeled after medieval era Europe, complete with castles and knights. Fantastic creatures and species can be found there and I hear the landscape is quite beautiful.", he'd say with a yawn, his eyes returning to the mechanized woman. "Besides that I can't say much about that place. I've yet to visit there myself".
"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!"