08-13-2015, 12:39 AM
Quote:"Zangetsu doesn't quite look like the kitchen knife look you described yet. He looks as he does in his join form (i cant remember if i brought that over to his roster) Think huge katana if the Buster Sword was a katana.
Zangetsu couldn't help but notice the one armed man watch them from afar, at least that's who the sword assumed was watching him. The woman and short frail man in robes walked off towards the beacon like beams of light just right at what should be the horizon. It seemed as if Cyburn's arrival spooked them, or at the very least left bad tastes in their mouth. Cyburn wasn't much to look at. Zangetsu was glad he only had to look at his backside.
Again he found himself caught in a circumstance deemed strange in his own world. He observed the world back home with his ability to sense spiritual pressures and use them to paint the world he imagined he sensed. Here he could visibly see outside his blade as a human could stand there and stare at his or her hands and count the amount of fingers said human had. It was an experience he was already accustomed to.
He was glade he could only see what was outside the world inside his sword form. Inside he had all five senses, minus the sixth spiritual sense sadly, humans had. Inside it was mildly warm without any noise besides the alerts on his dataverse device. As for smell, it smelled of rain strangely enough, yet nothing existed here accept the black void he sat in patiently for someone to grind cyburn into dust.
Zangetsu yawned and blinked a few times. He was.. tired? This was certainly a first for him. It was also his first time existing in the physical plane of existence so there is that.
And then it seemed as if there was another in his world with him and yet there nothing there. He traced the feeling out to another person here in the nexus "Side-Burn" had met and probably tried using Zangetsu to terrorize said person. It was embarrassing to not have any control over his physical self. He was at the mercy of an ugly fool. He firmly connected to this tendril of consciousness, linking his mind temporarily with this.. new person. It was comforting to say the least but hey, you take what you can get
"I can not give you my name as you have not earned the right to know it as of yet... but don't worry, this... Fool hoisting me about hasn't a clue who I am. To him I am... 'Recluse'.. but do not call me by that disrespectful name.", he thought to the man, telepathically answering his question out of the ear of the dear Canadian hater. At least this new person had the decency to show even Cyburn respect however little that may be. It was amusing to the point of darn right hilarious to see him talk to Cyburn in such a manner, while upholding his sense of self-righteousness.
" I can tell you this much: This pitiful excuse of a human carrying me and I were brought here just as you were....Feel free to relieve me of this idiot before he gets me broken.", he added, his spiritual form crossing one leg over the other. It was worth asking. Best not waste a perfectly good opportunity to leave Cyburn in the dust behind him until he gained the power he needed to put him in his place himself.