06-02-2018, 09:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-02-2018, 09:10 PM by Serraph Quarrere.)
Teleportation was something he wasn’t akin to, nor was he looking forward to using again. He’d appear upon the teleportation deck, his left hand cradling his stomach while the other propped himself upon the point of his umbrella. Nausea enveloped his thin frame but he’d quickly recover before the nearby guardsman could help him. He’d step from the teleportation deck, one hand upon the pommel of his umbrella, the other clenching at his loosely fitting robes, tightening them around his chest. He wasn’t keen to show the whoever may be watching the perfect gaping hole at the base of his neck.
He’d wave off the guard's assistance with a soft smile. “I’m fine. Thank you.”
“As you wish. Do enjoy your stay”, the guard would say before returning to his nearby post.
Serraph’s gaze would move from the guard to the varied crowd here. There wasn’t much he could say about the people here. All appeared to be similar to humans in one way or another. Serraph smiled with unadulterated glee. Everyone here looked strong. The strong were always fun to learn from. He’d walk towards a glowing stand detailing the layout of the facility. His grey eyes got as far as the room described by one word, “Library.”
His excitement got the better of him and so he’d rush to said room, his hand clenching upon his robes to keep his body concealed from the swarms of camera drones following him. If not by the contract he signed, he’d strike them down without a second thought. Serraph’s race through the corridors drew many eyes from contestant and guard alike. Once inside the library’s embrace, the cameras ceased their advance. Was such a place a sanctuary?
“Unlikely”, he’d answer himself, turning his grey gaze to the massive room. Lined with countless bookcases and scroll racks, the room seemed to go on forever. The smell was as he’d remember, the musky smell of old paper and parchment. It was befitting him, the former Lord Librarian of Los Noches. He’d walk the isle separating the bookcases, taking in the atmosphere in which he was most comfortable. His hand would fall from his robe to the pommel of his rapier belted to the outside of said robe.
He’d come across a meeting of sorts among primes, a few he’d recognize and a few he did not. Cautiously he’d approach, recognizing the short stature of Shantotto. He’d circle around the table, his soft gloved hand brushing over the small woman’s shoulders as he went. Surely these were the other servants of his great King Gilgamesh. He was among friends here. He’d pull an open chair from the table next the the male blonde one, before scooting his chair tightly against the table. His presence hadn’t yet been acknowledge yet he sat there attentively, grey eyes curiously moving from person to person. A blue haired woman would catch his eye but upon the briefest of examination, it would seem her attire was designed to. He’d chuckle internally at it but otherwise kept his thoughts to himself. A hand would move to stroke at his hair, his thumb hair gliding against the papery white locks, his digits filing through the bleached white and blood crimson strands mixed within. Most others appeared human aside from his colleague, Shantotto. His eyes fell upon her, her arms propped up upon the table, lifting her from the seat that seemed almost tailored to her as she engaged in the conversation the others were having. The Arrancar would chuckle at this, drawing the eyes of his peers. He’d blink and move his gaze to the stained oak table. “Erm.. Hi there”
He’d wave off the guard's assistance with a soft smile. “I’m fine. Thank you.”
“As you wish. Do enjoy your stay”, the guard would say before returning to his nearby post.
Serraph’s gaze would move from the guard to the varied crowd here. There wasn’t much he could say about the people here. All appeared to be similar to humans in one way or another. Serraph smiled with unadulterated glee. Everyone here looked strong. The strong were always fun to learn from. He’d walk towards a glowing stand detailing the layout of the facility. His grey eyes got as far as the room described by one word, “Library.”
His excitement got the better of him and so he’d rush to said room, his hand clenching upon his robes to keep his body concealed from the swarms of camera drones following him. If not by the contract he signed, he’d strike them down without a second thought. Serraph’s race through the corridors drew many eyes from contestant and guard alike. Once inside the library’s embrace, the cameras ceased their advance. Was such a place a sanctuary?
“Unlikely”, he’d answer himself, turning his grey gaze to the massive room. Lined with countless bookcases and scroll racks, the room seemed to go on forever. The smell was as he’d remember, the musky smell of old paper and parchment. It was befitting him, the former Lord Librarian of Los Noches. He’d walk the isle separating the bookcases, taking in the atmosphere in which he was most comfortable. His hand would fall from his robe to the pommel of his rapier belted to the outside of said robe.
He’d come across a meeting of sorts among primes, a few he’d recognize and a few he did not. Cautiously he’d approach, recognizing the short stature of Shantotto. He’d circle around the table, his soft gloved hand brushing over the small woman’s shoulders as he went. Surely these were the other servants of his great King Gilgamesh. He was among friends here. He’d pull an open chair from the table next the the male blonde one, before scooting his chair tightly against the table. His presence hadn’t yet been acknowledge yet he sat there attentively, grey eyes curiously moving from person to person. A blue haired woman would catch his eye but upon the briefest of examination, it would seem her attire was designed to. He’d chuckle internally at it but otherwise kept his thoughts to himself. A hand would move to stroke at his hair, his thumb hair gliding against the papery white locks, his digits filing through the bleached white and blood crimson strands mixed within. Most others appeared human aside from his colleague, Shantotto. His eyes fell upon her, her arms propped up upon the table, lifting her from the seat that seemed almost tailored to her as she engaged in the conversation the others were having. The Arrancar would chuckle at this, drawing the eyes of his peers. He’d blink and move his gaze to the stained oak table. “Erm.. Hi there”
Quote:Serraph is now in the library
"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!"