03-15-2018, 10:01 PM
Again the Arrancar was threatened by 13. How many times was this, once? Twice? He spoke of killing and killing more, but he failed to recognize the consequences of such actions. Had he followed up on his misconceptions of murdering Serraph, he would have found the pale boy not so easy to put down. In a normal reality guns would perhaps be more lethal than blades, but this place couldn't be farther from the truth. The Arrancar have heard word of people who's bare fists can match the power once monopolized by cannons. The boy's smile would slowly fade, the thick card twirling over the boy's gloved fingers. This one was a peculiar specimen. He had given Serraph his contact information despite his very hostile intentions towards him. Who's to say he wouldn't pass this onto the very people he was trying to destroy? Something like this could be useful in certain ways.
The boy would pull back the sleeve of his shirt, the paleness of his skin barely discernible against the colorless environment. An opening in his skin would part and latch onto the card, slowly devouring it and its contents. The zeroes and ones were merely in binary, a language that had been around for decades. Deciphering, when he eventually decides to, will not be an issue, not that he needed this grotesque creature's information. The cyborg would begin walking on towards Coruscant's gate, but Schwi would lag behind, the two card held tightly in her hands. Serraph's brow would raise in surprise. She couldn't read the two languages. Serraph knew there was an invisible force that worked to unite language both written and spoken into one. This anomaly was strange most of all when two members of this great world would speak and recognize the other's language as foreign. Despite this he'd understand what the other had said, despite not quite able to speak or write the same language. Perhaps Schwi has yet to take this trait in? It was curious, but Serraph held confidence in the machine.
"You're quite intelligent. This is but another puzzle for you to solve~", He'd say with a lighthearted chuckle before turning to walk away. "Or you could have your friend or random pedestrian take a look at it for you, it is up to you. It was a pleasure, good day, dear Schwi".
His eyes would look forward, his steel grey eyes upon the distant light on the horizon. The boy had been told of a place that somewhat resembled his home. He missed the dead coldness of Hueco Mundo with his hollowed light radiating over him. In a world full of death, desolation, and cannibalism, the realm's beauty surely was one to behold. It is a shame the majority of his race can't fathom this. It was pitiful how ravenous Hollows could be, even going as far as to feast on their own kind. It was a blessing that he had rose from that dark place into a state of something much more.
The boy would pull back the sleeve of his shirt, the paleness of his skin barely discernible against the colorless environment. An opening in his skin would part and latch onto the card, slowly devouring it and its contents. The zeroes and ones were merely in binary, a language that had been around for decades. Deciphering, when he eventually decides to, will not be an issue, not that he needed this grotesque creature's information. The cyborg would begin walking on towards Coruscant's gate, but Schwi would lag behind, the two card held tightly in her hands. Serraph's brow would raise in surprise. She couldn't read the two languages. Serraph knew there was an invisible force that worked to unite language both written and spoken into one. This anomaly was strange most of all when two members of this great world would speak and recognize the other's language as foreign. Despite this he'd understand what the other had said, despite not quite able to speak or write the same language. Perhaps Schwi has yet to take this trait in? It was curious, but Serraph held confidence in the machine.
"You're quite intelligent. This is but another puzzle for you to solve~", He'd say with a lighthearted chuckle before turning to walk away. "Or you could have your friend or random pedestrian take a look at it for you, it is up to you. It was a pleasure, good day, dear Schwi".
His eyes would look forward, his steel grey eyes upon the distant light on the horizon. The boy had been told of a place that somewhat resembled his home. He missed the dead coldness of Hueco Mundo with his hollowed light radiating over him. In a world full of death, desolation, and cannibalism, the realm's beauty surely was one to behold. It is a shame the majority of his race can't fathom this. It was pitiful how ravenous Hollows could be, even going as far as to feast on their own kind. It was a blessing that he had rose from that dark place into a state of something much more.
"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!"