03-04-2018, 03:43 PM
Serraph would furrow his brow at the reception of his offering. The grotesque one outright denied the Arrancar's beverage, leaving the steaming drink untouched upon the table, stating that he recognized its contents. The Arrancar would laugh internally at this, his hand waving dismissively at him. If he did indeed recognize the drink's contents, then his commentary on the subject only served to unveil his own humanity under his visage of crimson robe and tarnished metal. Serraph would forgive his rudeness for now.
The other actually considered it and, with mechanical curiosity, lifted the porcelain cup from its saucer. The boy's eyes of steel grey moved from the cyborg to Schwi, observing her meticulous nature at work. Despite being unable to consume the gift she instead devoured it in another matter. It would seem it was a drop of information to her, something Serraph could definitely understand and sympathize with. He'd smile warmly, sipping gently on his own beverage. He would be barraged with questions one after the other. His eyes twitched, his lips quivering upon the edge of his cup. Had it not been for the soothing sensation of his own drink, such string of dialogue would have driven him mad.
He awaited the end to her processing before setting his cup down, the beverage all but missing from its embrace. He'd sigh softly, the ink boiling beneath his paper skin slowing and cooling to a manageable state.
"Spirits from my world are but masses of Reishi given an identity of its own. Should the spirit be slain, it would fade, its spiritual body decomposing to return to the world around it. It was possible to halt the decomposition of the dead spirit and keep some of its characteristics, making it a preservable food source for those of my race. While not as savory as a fresh human spirit, the preserved characteristics are enough to sate most Hollow-kin of my world.", he'd explain to the machine woman as she moved to the impatient cyborg.
Despite those questions given, she seemed distracted by her companion's antics. He'd frown and stand from his seat, his gloved palms resting firmly into his table. "13 was it? Be warned of your actions in Coruscant. Whatever you were free to commit in your past life should not be recreated here, lest grave consequences fall upon you.", he'd warn stepping to them to block their path, his hand resting softly once again upon the pommel of his blade.
"My dear Schwi, there is not much more I can answer without altering your perspective on such things. Relish in the discovery of the knowledge you seek, whether it be new or old! Your perspective will form on its own.", he'd say, moving his hand from the pommel of his blade into the depths of his pocket, slipping out a small white card edged with gold stenciling. Upon its surface wrote:
"If you need to get a hold of me or wish to exchange knowledge, don't hesitate to establish contact. I've quite enjoyed our brief dialogue, and I wish you fair well on your intellectual journey", he'd explain, placing the fragile card within the palm of the machine woman's hand. The Arrancar would nod reassuringly and step aside, moving himself from their path.
The other actually considered it and, with mechanical curiosity, lifted the porcelain cup from its saucer. The boy's eyes of steel grey moved from the cyborg to Schwi, observing her meticulous nature at work. Despite being unable to consume the gift she instead devoured it in another matter. It would seem it was a drop of information to her, something Serraph could definitely understand and sympathize with. He'd smile warmly, sipping gently on his own beverage. He would be barraged with questions one after the other. His eyes twitched, his lips quivering upon the edge of his cup. Had it not been for the soothing sensation of his own drink, such string of dialogue would have driven him mad.
He awaited the end to her processing before setting his cup down, the beverage all but missing from its embrace. He'd sigh softly, the ink boiling beneath his paper skin slowing and cooling to a manageable state.
"Spirits from my world are but masses of Reishi given an identity of its own. Should the spirit be slain, it would fade, its spiritual body decomposing to return to the world around it. It was possible to halt the decomposition of the dead spirit and keep some of its characteristics, making it a preservable food source for those of my race. While not as savory as a fresh human spirit, the preserved characteristics are enough to sate most Hollow-kin of my world.", he'd explain to the machine woman as she moved to the impatient cyborg.
Despite those questions given, she seemed distracted by her companion's antics. He'd frown and stand from his seat, his gloved palms resting firmly into his table. "13 was it? Be warned of your actions in Coruscant. Whatever you were free to commit in your past life should not be recreated here, lest grave consequences fall upon you.", he'd warn stepping to them to block their path, his hand resting softly once again upon the pommel of his blade.
"My dear Schwi, there is not much more I can answer without altering your perspective on such things. Relish in the discovery of the knowledge you seek, whether it be new or old! Your perspective will form on its own.", he'd say, moving his hand from the pommel of his blade into the depths of his pocket, slipping out a small white card edged with gold stenciling. Upon its surface wrote:
Serraph Quarrere
Octava Espada
Lord Librarian
Kingdom of Los Noches
Contact Info:
Phone: (888) 888-8888-8888888 Email: Booksarecool2@LordAizenmail.Omni.com
"If you need to get a hold of me or wish to exchange knowledge, don't hesitate to establish contact. I've quite enjoyed our brief dialogue, and I wish you fair well on your intellectual journey", he'd explain, placing the fragile card within the palm of the machine woman's hand. The Arrancar would nod reassuringly and step aside, moving himself from their path.
"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!"