09-09-2015, 12:30 PM
"You are sharp Dante-boy.. but you arn't there yet", He giggled and crossed his arms, sneering at dante in mock contempt. He was so close to getting it all but he failed to understand one thing. It was the sol reason why Dante felt differently as he did. It was the reason that no matter what, he could not bring himself to separate from the blade. It was a phenomenon that came with the joy of the Omniverse. They were one, not just in spirit, but in body and mind, even if their personalities hadn't meshed completely.
The whole object to the test was to recognize this one thing, and dante failed to realize it. He laughed harder and held out the palm of his hand, the sword falling from the cieling to his hand. He gripped it tight and stood, dragging its massive blade accross the imaginary wood. Dante was only using his original self, not the combined mind of Zangetsu and Dante. He would have to change this.
Zangetsu stepped foreward and in a split-moment, thrust his sword into Dante's chest, piercing the depths of his heart. Like a syringe he injected himself into dante's side of the mind, sharing with him all that Zangetsu was: his mind, his thoughts, his desires. In his world such a thing would be impossible and improbable. His was a world of obsticles to overcome or succumb to, but this world of infinite possiblity didn't follow this rule.
Through the blade Zangetsu sampled Dante's memories, experiencing all his adventures himself. The half devil had been through so much. Nearly constant conflict with other-worldy beings. It was his profession, a job he did amazingly well. Armies of hell couldn't bring him down as he cut through them nearly effortlessly. It was surely a sight to behold! What he would kill to see it with his own eyes.
Zangetsu licked his lips. His form and the room around them shown changes. The beings of memory had faded as Dante and Zangetsu accessed them. Making the memories their own. Zangetsu's appearance changed likeness from Ichigo's to Dante's image of when he was younger, fresh, and confident. It was a time when Dante's instinct was growing strong. The zanpakuto spirit looked up, smirking at dante.
"Do you get it now? When we are like this.. we can overcome great walls in front of us. I am not a tool, I am the closest ally you have here... Don't you understand Half-Devil?", Zangetsu let his blade loosen in his grip and stepped away, leaving it impaled in Dante's chest. Zangetsu's appearance reverted back to normal, his expression calmer and less menacing than usual. Keeping this fusion going was taking its toll.
"You've found me... now.. let us go", He walked passed dante and opened the door, its shiny bell ringing over head. He looked back at dante before walking through, leaving the small inner world as it dissolved around Dante. It was an interesting but brief encounter. Zangetsu quite enjoyed himself. Upon leaving he grinned. His meeting had provided Zangetsu what he needed to exist outside the prison of his sword.
Back in the physical realm, Zangetsu had already begun his work. Like scraps of paper falling apart, Zangetsu's blade degenerated before reassembling piece by piece before the half-devil's eyes. Donning his white shinigami robes and his blade upon his back he stood there, clenching his fists and moving his arms about, testing his muscles.
"Having a body is stranger than I would have thought.....", he said to himself, patting himself down to test his sense of touch.
The whole object to the test was to recognize this one thing, and dante failed to realize it. He laughed harder and held out the palm of his hand, the sword falling from the cieling to his hand. He gripped it tight and stood, dragging its massive blade accross the imaginary wood. Dante was only using his original self, not the combined mind of Zangetsu and Dante. He would have to change this.
Zangetsu stepped foreward and in a split-moment, thrust his sword into Dante's chest, piercing the depths of his heart. Like a syringe he injected himself into dante's side of the mind, sharing with him all that Zangetsu was: his mind, his thoughts, his desires. In his world such a thing would be impossible and improbable. His was a world of obsticles to overcome or succumb to, but this world of infinite possiblity didn't follow this rule.
Through the blade Zangetsu sampled Dante's memories, experiencing all his adventures himself. The half devil had been through so much. Nearly constant conflict with other-worldy beings. It was his profession, a job he did amazingly well. Armies of hell couldn't bring him down as he cut through them nearly effortlessly. It was surely a sight to behold! What he would kill to see it with his own eyes.
Zangetsu licked his lips. His form and the room around them shown changes. The beings of memory had faded as Dante and Zangetsu accessed them. Making the memories their own. Zangetsu's appearance changed likeness from Ichigo's to Dante's image of when he was younger, fresh, and confident. It was a time when Dante's instinct was growing strong. The zanpakuto spirit looked up, smirking at dante.
"Do you get it now? When we are like this.. we can overcome great walls in front of us. I am not a tool, I am the closest ally you have here... Don't you understand Half-Devil?", Zangetsu let his blade loosen in his grip and stepped away, leaving it impaled in Dante's chest. Zangetsu's appearance reverted back to normal, his expression calmer and less menacing than usual. Keeping this fusion going was taking its toll.
"You've found me... now.. let us go", He walked passed dante and opened the door, its shiny bell ringing over head. He looked back at dante before walking through, leaving the small inner world as it dissolved around Dante. It was an interesting but brief encounter. Zangetsu quite enjoyed himself. Upon leaving he grinned. His meeting had provided Zangetsu what he needed to exist outside the prison of his sword.
Back in the physical realm, Zangetsu had already begun his work. Like scraps of paper falling apart, Zangetsu's blade degenerated before reassembling piece by piece before the half-devil's eyes. Donning his white shinigami robes and his blade upon his back he stood there, clenching his fists and moving his arms about, testing his muscles.
"Having a body is stranger than I would have thought.....", he said to himself, patting himself down to test his sense of touch.