For honor and for glory

[Cirno]

As Kal'roc the mighty commander of the tenth regiment of the draconian assault force. woke up from his cell, he saw he was not in his cell anymore. In fact it was like some sorcerer had used some dark magic to encase him. A figure appeared before him and started to speak.

“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.” 

Kal'roc stood there listening as he sat down and started to meditate as this person named Omni saved his life. Omni forms a orb of multicolored magic is what the draconian could take from it as Omni handed to him. Omni then continued his cool and collected speech.

This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.” 

Kal'roc wanted to say his thanks, but couldn't speak for some reason as the darkness faded away, and he finds himself at a world of white with a fountain that was quite incredibly made for it had some water coming out of it somehow. "So this is a new life I have been granted huh? time to make the most of it by finding a group of draconians and having all lizard kind come together under one banner."

He pulled out the ball and watched as it changed color's slowly, like honey coming off a spoon. He was mesmerized by the plethora of color except black was not there and white was also absent surprisingly. He checked his inventory and saw his hat was still there and his Katana was also there. A symbol like the flag bearers would carry into battle except more important as it gave any draconian a breath attack and, or magic. His is fire since the red gem placed in the sheath. though one can change there breath attack with more gems in place. He looked around to see many a portal in the distance due to its almost magical residue. one had a much greater output of the almost radioactive substance; not deadly mind you but it could have some serious side effects, and he decided to head towards that one first.

After what seemed to be an hour he was no closer to his goal so he tried to use his wings but even with his powerful strokes of each wingflap, he was no higher off the ground than he started. He sighed as he thought about a mount mostly a drake to carry him. After thinking forever about this drake it was finished to his surprise. "What in the all mighty dragon?" It had a saddle and everything he had before getting caught. his battle plans, rations, a log, and a package that says bring to the nearest mage to dispose of this dangerous weapon.

He clambered on the drake of white scales, and iceicles on its body and started his flight to the portal.

[Cirno]

As the supposed dragon general flew across the nexus, he saw men in armor that could be plastic, though it could also be a new material he has never seen. It was all too confusing for him but, he did see that two of the five men in white armor were approaching some men and women in metal armor?  "What the heck? we better move, Crono." the Drake shook its head in acknowledgement and started its decent to the ground.

The troopers meanwhile on the ground saw a draconian flying on a ice drake, directly for the Camelot portal. One of them aimed at the drake who was making a decent, but decided against it, instead calling one of the higher up's about there discovery. "Sir, we found another prime and or secondary.' the man stood silent as the higher up said to shoot the drake down quickly. The trooper took aim and fired one decisive laser bolt.

Gravity is a painful mistress; if you treat her badly she will give you a bad time. Crono heard his drake, scream a unholy death cry and saw the drake had a cauterized wound in one of the wings crippling it. The two dragon esk creatures hit the ground with a loud crack and the two of them got up with much difficulty. "You will pay for this injustice, fools!" Kal'roc screamed at the troopers

He walked forward a few feet, before running across the 50 foot distance at the five people. the five troopers opened fire at around 25 feet, but as they are known for there aim didn't hold true except for the grazing of bullets across the shirt, hat, and pants but they miss any vital organ as he cuts and bludgeons them away.

The closest one gave little resestance as they got there neck cut, quickly. the other three were ready for his tactics and gave him more trouble than they were worth. after a while they were all dead, and he continued on his trek as he relized that the Camelot portal was right there. He entered the portal after scratching the drakes head. He murmered one last sentence. "This is a game no one wins. not even the god will win, if people riot under his great gaze."

[Serraph Quarrere]

It had been a few days now since the powder keg of his first encounter was diffused. He and Usopp managed to get away from the camelot forces that were fetched to deal with a murdering spree that had happened recently. Suprisingly enough the two became seperated in the ordeal, the curious Arrancar having no idea where the long-nosed goofball went. Serraph would have to seek him out later. Until then he'd have to keep himself occupied. The Nexus as it was called was a mystery of its own he could look into. The few days he was alone was spent gathering specifics. The Nexus itself seemed to be a perfect circle, each gate equal in length from each other in a similar manner to a directional compass.  There was nothing beyond these points, a barrier of sorts deterring all.

 "Interesting...", the arrancar would say to himself his eyes drifting to a nearby being, a dragon like humanoid riding upon what would seem like another dragon of sorts. This in itself seemed to answer another question: "Can a Prime summon another being in the same manner as Omni?"  If this is the case there has to be a drawback. Omni can be considered godly in this realm of his. Primes here were sub-godly. If this is the case then whatever is summoned by the primes should not be able to surpass the Omnilinium count that they hold if such a thing can be put into a physical number.  This would make sense considering the people the vampire from earlier were not reborn. Things summoned were finite. They can be put down.

 Smiling, the pale arrancar would hold out a white gloved hand, channeling his omnilium through it to the space in front of him. Using that dragon as a referrence, the rainbow light of his omnilium would coelece into countless sheets of paper. These white slips of paper would form to each other and compact. Before long he had a dragon of his own. If he understood the theories he had formed, this paper dragon should function just as well as that normal dragon.  Super compacted paper would give it the density it needed to replicate the reference along with Serraph's body functions would give it what it needed to be used.

 Content with this, the arrancar would climb upon his newly formed mount and take to the Nexus sky, following closely behind the dragon before him. Serraph had never seen a being like this, so he assumed he was from another world. The way he fought against the nearby white armored soldiers seemed to solidify this even further. What an interesting  fellow this person would turn out to be.

Serraph will enjoy learning this person's knowledge either willingly or by force if need be.

[Cirno]

Before actualy entering the portal he saw another person, on a paper drake? He pulled out a scroll from one of the many satchels of the drake, and opened it up. While he looked for any magic that would explain the shape of the paper drake, he heard it land with a fairly loud thump; and looked up to see a boy by the look of things jump off.

The draconian rolled up the scroll and put it back, before walking up to the person. "Hello, I am Kal'roc, former commander of the draconian assault forces, and leader of the tenth draconian assault forces. Do you happen to know where I might find a mage?" He held out his hand; and gripped his katana in the other, the ruby humming slightly and shining. Kal'roc looked over at his drake to see it sniffing the apparent copy of it, and then beginning to play with it. The commander thought "I will let them have there fun while, we discuss things."

He turned his head to look back at Serraph, who was deep in thought by the look on his face. After about twenty seconds he jolted out of his thoughts and shook the rough hand of the draconian. This is going to be fun, and a interesting experience I think. Those were his last thoughts as he began to talk to Serraph about what ever he wanted to learn, that was in his power, and knowledge to give.

[Serraph Quarrere]

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.

[Cirno]

This Serraph was interesting, he had the mind of a super computer, and the wisdom of a great dragon. "so you want to know why im asking about a mage? Well it is due to this box or what is in it right here." he held it in both hands, seemingly listening to what it said, but the former Espada did not understand ancient Draconian. The box seemed to whisper, though it was the contents that were dangerous and not the box, right?

The Espada looked like they wanted to look in the box, way too much for there own good. "you really shouldn't put your hand in a hole that you don't know what's in it." Kal'roc put the box back in one of the pockets of his drake, hoping that curiosity would not kill the cat. "now you may be wondering why I look like a dragon? well im a distant relative of the dragon species. Draconian is the common name, and the Latin name for my sub species is Ignis lacerta, or Fire lizard." He pulled out a blue gem and when it touched him it started to glow a faint blue pulse and you could hear the ocean coming from it. "soul gem's, they are what give my people; breath attacks like out more unrefined but more powerful cousins and or magic. Every draconian when they become a man or a woman, they head for the scar'lom mines. They pick out there gem there, this one is liquid magic, or used to be." he puts it back in a smaller pouch on the drakes neck, his eyes filled with sadness and a sense of remembrance could be seen on his face.

"Now there are forbidden magic's one must never use, they are Distruction, aether, time, space, and void magic's; Now most magic's have a push for there pull, or a yin for there yang. These five magic's don't, and are highly volatile for that reason. Heck even the high mage council is forbidden from ever learning about how to obtain those magic's." He looked at the sky and sighed. "I'm sorry, for rambling on, its just something I do." I consider you a friend, and if we can get in touch,. I would be happy to fight or exchange notes with you." He pulled out a book and handed it to him. "just a little gift from me to you." The book's name was creatures of the multi-verse and how to find them, the cover was leather, with papyrus pages.

"Well given the circumstances i'm going to head, I don't care if you follow, or not." Kal'roc gave a high pitched whistle and the drake raised it's head before getting up. Kal'roc got on and walked through the portal, not knowing if this person would follow or not.