08-17-2015, 01:26 PM
Cyburn disgusted Cyburn with each passing moment. The man's hate seemed shallow, fortified only by the excuses he gave. Family? Where is this family the greasy man talked of? They were nowhere to be seen. They were not at his side, and they never would be. This was the first mentioning of his family since the man first drew zangetsu from the ground. The man only seemed to want to kill anything that passed them. To be frank zangetsu didn't really help either. He thirsted for battle and it seemed this canadian hater did to. It all seemed... fake, false, counterfeit to the talking sword. He assume it was to hide some underlying secret of some sort. Hell, the family part may as well be a lie.
As for not knowing what Christians were, zangetsu didn't know what to say. So what the blade was only about a week old at the most. He still knew what Christianity was. zangetsu was a spiritual being after all. However this didn't compare to the flesh eating moose. Oh no, this man was delusional and insane. Mentally unstable men and women did not deserve to wield zangetsu. He had thought long and hard about it when pondering the nature of his existence shortly after birth. He had concluded that mentally unstable or challenged souls would break and become weak. By that point they only could only be used as a vessel for possession. The body would then be nothing more than Hollow food.
Back to his private conversation with Ezrihel, the man of high esteem pushed his belief that he was worthy to knowing zangetsu's name. That was the funny thing about living beings. Names did not have as significance in life as they did in death. After death, the name of a power being such as zangetsu was nothing to toss around lightly. zanpakuto were simple creatures, with more symbolic characteristics than actual ones. To know his name was to know zangetsu on a close, nearly intimate level. Besides... the sword knew nearly nothing of this man besides his name and an aura of dominance that seemed to radiate from him during his interactions with Cyburn. It was something almost.. inhuman. zangetsu toyed with the idea of this man being more than human. It would be something new to the sword.
Everything in the world in which zangetsu came from could be considered to be based on the human spirit. One could damage, twist, purify, and fuse the human souls together to form various creatures that often set themselves apart from humans. In a way they were right to do so, but in a way they were so very wrong. One could argue that zangetsu was less than human, being composed of raw spiritual power and raw combative instinct. It wasn't until coming to this... place that he began to feel and think anything other than combat. Must be the spiritual and mental physics of the world.
However he realized that the zangetsu back home and the zangetsu here were largely two different beings when compared. It was amusing and frustrating at the same time.
But that frustration melted away from this man's attempt at flattery. Destruction was something zangetsu was known for. No.. correction: would be known for. Grace was not. He believed he would be the total opposite, brutality. zangetsu would find a suitable wielder and, through blood and sweat, trial and tribulation, his wielder would become a force to be feared and respected. zangetsu would be the instrument of his wrath an revenge. It would be so sweet.
However zangetsu was forced to pull the strings himself without the Old Man here to do it. It was an interesting change of pace, but the sword felt it too much work.
zangetsu wasn't really connected to the person he was telepathically communicating with. It was Ezrihal who initiated it, who brought zangetsu's tendril of thought into his own mind though subtly. zangetsu witnessed memories.. or dreams.. or whatever the hell they were, and zangetsu believed this Ezrihal was intending him to see this, whether he was aware of it himself or not. zangetsu felt his pain, felt his hurt, felt his ebbing anger and raged locked away so long ago. The sword chuckled and smiled internally. The man revealed he was more than human, a part of race responsible for the coming about of humans in his world. It was interesting to say the least. In body the man was more than human, but in soul... well the human soul was probably shaped in his race's image. The human soul was probably a reflection of his race's. Interesting. It would be possible for this man to wield zangetsu with much efficiency.
"Whether you wanted me to see visions of your past or not, I have witnessed and examined your thoughts. I can give you the opportunity to grow stronger, possibly the strength needed to right the so many wrongs in your life. There are no guarantees though. We are of different worlds in a sandbox we do not yet understand.", zangetsu spoke into the man's mind. zangetsu believed he would accept the sword's offer. He certainly at least hoped so. Cyburn seemed... too flat and predictable, almost comedic for zangetsu. He did not believe the Canadian hater had the proper bearing to wield zangetsu. Ezrihal was a different story.
"Names are intimate things after death, Ezrihal. To know my name is to KNOW me. You have given me a taste of your own life and emotion, I can give you the chance to learn it........ until then i can scream out my name to you but you will hear nothing. Do you understand?", zangetsu explained with a half yawn. All this inaction was making zangetsu so very tired from boredom.
"But know that can never happen as long as Cyburn carries me. The choice is yours."
As for not knowing what Christians were, zangetsu didn't know what to say. So what the blade was only about a week old at the most. He still knew what Christianity was. zangetsu was a spiritual being after all. However this didn't compare to the flesh eating moose. Oh no, this man was delusional and insane. Mentally unstable men and women did not deserve to wield zangetsu. He had thought long and hard about it when pondering the nature of his existence shortly after birth. He had concluded that mentally unstable or challenged souls would break and become weak. By that point they only could only be used as a vessel for possession. The body would then be nothing more than Hollow food.
Back to his private conversation with Ezrihel, the man of high esteem pushed his belief that he was worthy to knowing zangetsu's name. That was the funny thing about living beings. Names did not have as significance in life as they did in death. After death, the name of a power being such as zangetsu was nothing to toss around lightly. zanpakuto were simple creatures, with more symbolic characteristics than actual ones. To know his name was to know zangetsu on a close, nearly intimate level. Besides... the sword knew nearly nothing of this man besides his name and an aura of dominance that seemed to radiate from him during his interactions with Cyburn. It was something almost.. inhuman. zangetsu toyed with the idea of this man being more than human. It would be something new to the sword.
Everything in the world in which zangetsu came from could be considered to be based on the human spirit. One could damage, twist, purify, and fuse the human souls together to form various creatures that often set themselves apart from humans. In a way they were right to do so, but in a way they were so very wrong. One could argue that zangetsu was less than human, being composed of raw spiritual power and raw combative instinct. It wasn't until coming to this... place that he began to feel and think anything other than combat. Must be the spiritual and mental physics of the world.
However he realized that the zangetsu back home and the zangetsu here were largely two different beings when compared. It was amusing and frustrating at the same time.
But that frustration melted away from this man's attempt at flattery. Destruction was something zangetsu was known for. No.. correction: would be known for. Grace was not. He believed he would be the total opposite, brutality. zangetsu would find a suitable wielder and, through blood and sweat, trial and tribulation, his wielder would become a force to be feared and respected. zangetsu would be the instrument of his wrath an revenge. It would be so sweet.
However zangetsu was forced to pull the strings himself without the Old Man here to do it. It was an interesting change of pace, but the sword felt it too much work.
zangetsu wasn't really connected to the person he was telepathically communicating with. It was Ezrihal who initiated it, who brought zangetsu's tendril of thought into his own mind though subtly. zangetsu witnessed memories.. or dreams.. or whatever the hell they were, and zangetsu believed this Ezrihal was intending him to see this, whether he was aware of it himself or not. zangetsu felt his pain, felt his hurt, felt his ebbing anger and raged locked away so long ago. The sword chuckled and smiled internally. The man revealed he was more than human, a part of race responsible for the coming about of humans in his world. It was interesting to say the least. In body the man was more than human, but in soul... well the human soul was probably shaped in his race's image. The human soul was probably a reflection of his race's. Interesting. It would be possible for this man to wield zangetsu with much efficiency.
"Whether you wanted me to see visions of your past or not, I have witnessed and examined your thoughts. I can give you the opportunity to grow stronger, possibly the strength needed to right the so many wrongs in your life. There are no guarantees though. We are of different worlds in a sandbox we do not yet understand.", zangetsu spoke into the man's mind. zangetsu believed he would accept the sword's offer. He certainly at least hoped so. Cyburn seemed... too flat and predictable, almost comedic for zangetsu. He did not believe the Canadian hater had the proper bearing to wield zangetsu. Ezrihal was a different story.
"Names are intimate things after death, Ezrihal. To know my name is to KNOW me. You have given me a taste of your own life and emotion, I can give you the chance to learn it........ until then i can scream out my name to you but you will hear nothing. Do you understand?", zangetsu explained with a half yawn. All this inaction was making zangetsu so very tired from boredom.
"But know that can never happen as long as Cyburn carries me. The choice is yours."