02-19-2017, 01:11 AM
Serraph would squeeze the hand of the draconian who towered over the smaller Arrancar. The Draconian would return the respectful grip, unaware of Serraph's analytical eye. He could feel his paper skin start to crumple in his grip. This one was strong at least in the physical sense. It would seem the Arrancar's iron skin had been nullified here. His Hierro was much weaker than the others in his organization. It would also seem those brought into this realm would be put under a balancing effect of one kind or another. It was strange really. He lacked his Zanpakuto and yet he was still able to use its ability, but lacked any of his other Arrancar abilities. Those without any spiritual ability could see him. In this state it would seem he was just barely over a human level physically, yet his mind was unimpaired. Most interesting.
His eyes glanced over towards the two drakes, the paper one merely mimicking the other's every move as a reflection would. His eyes would follow back to the draconian above him. "It would seem you have some manners. I am Serraph Quarrere, former 8th Espada of Hueco Mundo's Masked Army and Head Librarian of Los Noches. I guess none of that matters however. This place is not effected by the weight of our former titles.", he'd say, a pale hand reaching up to adjust his thin glasses. "A Mage is one that practices the magical arts correct? To find a mage, you merely have to understand what exactly is Magic. You see, Magic is a broad term mortals tend to give something beyond their comprehension, similarly to a divine act of sorts. Any ability not quite understood can be dragged into this terminology by the Masses. If this is to be held true, then you can consider all those who practice such mysterious acts as Mages. That being said..", he'd say with a sigh, a lazy hand raising to sift through his rigid hair lazily. Dragons and their kin were supposed to be wise, hoarders of treasures and knowledge. How can one of them seek something so lightly?
"Why do you seek out someone who understands something on a higher level than you do, when now you can just as easily find it for yourself?", The boy would ask, his eyes falling over the weapon the Draconian carried at his hip. It was a type of katana, a weapon that Serraph did have experience in using. After all, most Zanpakuto tended to form in a katana-like shape. Wielding that blade would be hardly different to the one he was so used to carrying.
His eyes glanced over towards the two drakes, the paper one merely mimicking the other's every move as a reflection would. His eyes would follow back to the draconian above him. "It would seem you have some manners. I am Serraph Quarrere, former 8th Espada of Hueco Mundo's Masked Army and Head Librarian of Los Noches. I guess none of that matters however. This place is not effected by the weight of our former titles.", he'd say, a pale hand reaching up to adjust his thin glasses. "A Mage is one that practices the magical arts correct? To find a mage, you merely have to understand what exactly is Magic. You see, Magic is a broad term mortals tend to give something beyond their comprehension, similarly to a divine act of sorts. Any ability not quite understood can be dragged into this terminology by the Masses. If this is to be held true, then you can consider all those who practice such mysterious acts as Mages. That being said..", he'd say with a sigh, a lazy hand raising to sift through his rigid hair lazily. Dragons and their kin were supposed to be wise, hoarders of treasures and knowledge. How can one of them seek something so lightly?
"Why do you seek out someone who understands something on a higher level than you do, when now you can just as easily find it for yourself?", The boy would ask, his eyes falling over the weapon the Draconian carried at his hip. It was a type of katana, a weapon that Serraph did have experience in using. After all, most Zanpakuto tended to form in a katana-like shape. Wielding that blade would be hardly different to the one he was so used to carrying.
"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!"