01-10-2017, 01:28 AM
There was... a lot going on. This in itself was an understatement. Omni was sure busy today with everyone that seemed to circle around. Is this what happens when people are taken from where ever they originated and dumped into a world they knew little about? It would seem so. Serraph himself seemed to lose a large portion of his memories when he himself was transferred. He didn't know the events that led up to his capture, and his memories of those he once knew seemed to be erased. However he knew basic knowledge of the world he came from. He remembered he came from Earth. He remembered bits and pieces of its history and upbringing. He remembered that he himself, Serraph Quarrere was not alive. He was a spirit of sorts, his heart hollowed out as symbolized by the clean gaping hole in his neck. He knew from his desire to listen to every detail and memorize every action and event around him that this was attempt to fill that hole. The thought of having to go through such tedious collection would have most normal humans sighing in grief, but to the pale Arrancar such a venture would leave him in a grinning mess.
Seeing his new friend down in his stunt failure merely brought a smile to the boy's face. The man was funny and entertaining, but he could tell there was something beyond that. Serraph would be looking forward into prying his way into that man's history. Until then he'd have to be careful. The way people acted around him often rubbed off on himself. The lightness of his chest and the sudden urge to attempt whatever the hell Great King Us- err.... Usopp was evident. His body trembled as he led back the waves of laughter threatening to crawl from the hole in his neck. Quickly his hand snapped to his mouth, as it let free the gates of laughter and happiness. It was enough to nearly make him forget about all the others that stood nearby, but as he opened his eyes upon the man that had gotten hit by mistake.
Looking at the man made him feel uneasy, but maybe it was because of the uneasiness the man had made Usopp feel prior. Why would one need to hide themselves when the people hear clearly didn't have the intent to fight? It was suspicious. His grin came less than one of amusement and more of momentary gratification. How this person became invisible. It was fascinating. This man seemed to use a sort of illusion. Omnilinium was really such a versatile material to use in such a way. To test this he'd hold his arm up in front of his eyes, his gaze carefully studying his arm as he concentrated his omnilinum through its papery structure. Before long the side of the arm facing Serraph seemed to dim, its pale skin turning transparent. Curious, Serraph would crane his neck over his arm. It would seem not all of his arm was transparent as the man in front of him was. Perhaps this was due to awareness of everyone to his presence? Perhaps it was.
"This is... Interesting", he'd say absent minded to himself, a pale hand grasping his chin as he looked down to the sad sad Usopp. Perhaps this invisibility isn't the only thing he can copy. Perhaps he can copy weapons of sorts to, such as Usopp's sling shot. Concentrating on what he saw, the sparkling material gathered on the insides of his arms. Paper began to flake from the boy's hands and build upon itself. Compacting and smoothing, the mass of paper would harden and take shape. Only a sprinkle of Omnilinium was needed to fully replicate its color and feel before he held a perfect copy of Usopp's weapon in his hands. Testing the elasticity of its straps, Serraph could see the weapon did indeed have potential. To one skilled, its user could land a great many of its shots. Thus it was a weapon of SKILL, not BRAWN. A weapon intended for harassment, not one for killing.
Simple and effective, such a weapon was perfect for one such as Usopp.
However... It didn't feel right among Serraph's hands. Nay, his palms yearned for the hilt of the blade he had forgotten, but his body had not. It was a strange feeling to crave something that was once so natural to him. With Omnilinium, even the unknown was perhaps within reach. Such a thing excited the boy to no end, but... perhaps now was not the time to summon weapons no matter how inciting it was.
Seeing his new friend down in his stunt failure merely brought a smile to the boy's face. The man was funny and entertaining, but he could tell there was something beyond that. Serraph would be looking forward into prying his way into that man's history. Until then he'd have to be careful. The way people acted around him often rubbed off on himself. The lightness of his chest and the sudden urge to attempt whatever the hell Great King Us- err.... Usopp was evident. His body trembled as he led back the waves of laughter threatening to crawl from the hole in his neck. Quickly his hand snapped to his mouth, as it let free the gates of laughter and happiness. It was enough to nearly make him forget about all the others that stood nearby, but as he opened his eyes upon the man that had gotten hit by mistake.
Looking at the man made him feel uneasy, but maybe it was because of the uneasiness the man had made Usopp feel prior. Why would one need to hide themselves when the people hear clearly didn't have the intent to fight? It was suspicious. His grin came less than one of amusement and more of momentary gratification. How this person became invisible. It was fascinating. This man seemed to use a sort of illusion. Omnilinium was really such a versatile material to use in such a way. To test this he'd hold his arm up in front of his eyes, his gaze carefully studying his arm as he concentrated his omnilinum through its papery structure. Before long the side of the arm facing Serraph seemed to dim, its pale skin turning transparent. Curious, Serraph would crane his neck over his arm. It would seem not all of his arm was transparent as the man in front of him was. Perhaps this was due to awareness of everyone to his presence? Perhaps it was.
"This is... Interesting", he'd say absent minded to himself, a pale hand grasping his chin as he looked down to the sad sad Usopp. Perhaps this invisibility isn't the only thing he can copy. Perhaps he can copy weapons of sorts to, such as Usopp's sling shot. Concentrating on what he saw, the sparkling material gathered on the insides of his arms. Paper began to flake from the boy's hands and build upon itself. Compacting and smoothing, the mass of paper would harden and take shape. Only a sprinkle of Omnilinium was needed to fully replicate its color and feel before he held a perfect copy of Usopp's weapon in his hands. Testing the elasticity of its straps, Serraph could see the weapon did indeed have potential. To one skilled, its user could land a great many of its shots. Thus it was a weapon of SKILL, not BRAWN. A weapon intended for harassment, not one for killing.
Simple and effective, such a weapon was perfect for one such as Usopp.
However... It didn't feel right among Serraph's hands. Nay, his palms yearned for the hilt of the blade he had forgotten, but his body had not. It was a strange feeling to crave something that was once so natural to him. With Omnilinium, even the unknown was perhaps within reach. Such a thing excited the boy to no end, but... perhaps now was not the time to summon weapons no matter how inciting it was.
"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!"