Salvador: Ah, that. It's answer was always "Those who hide themselves will find no truth or chances to prove themselves. As someone who does so you will find yourself going no further." Which is a load of crap, as I would never hid myself.
What exactly are you trying to achieve with it? What "straight answer" do you want?
Salvador: Any explanation of why it's power is what it is, what part of me it was an extension of, and what the heck I'm supposed to do to go farther. *Once his foot is healed, Salvador walks over and picks up the ZanpakutÅ.* Salvador: But every single time it just threw the same answer in my face.
Before she finished her question, Nira heard something she wished she could unhear.
*Crunch*
Not wanting to look down for fear of what she'd see, Nira internally wrestled with the fact that that pixie had likely just died. She didn't exactly feel guilty after having already killed other things as a means to eat. But its unintended death saddened her, giving her a cold reminder both of how easily things could die and of how easily she herself could die.
This was reality, despite its gamelike elements, and she shouldn't be taking it as lightly as she had been. Having gotten lost in her own feelings and thoughts, she was snapped back to the current moment by the other wild pixie's attempts at mimicking her. The gibberish it made sounded like a cute attempt at speach and the reaction it made showed that it was clearly curious to learn more, even if it wasn't exactly successful. But should she try to teach it? Was she really going to put in the effort with this pixie on the off chance it could hold a sense of loyalty?
A part of her said yes, since she was already socially entangled. But another part of her realized that she likely wasn't at a level where she could handle any mess the pixie might get her into. Struggling with the decision, Nira spoke aloud in the hopes of getting a second opinion without getting the pixie intrigued in another talking monster.
"Hey Femus, I know keeping this pixie around would likely be more trouble then it's worth, but there's already a good chance that it would cause trouble if we tried to lose it and it ran into us again later. So I'm wondering what you think."
Hopefully he would stay out of sight when responding. Otherwise they would likely be forced to put up with or deal with the pixie. And the second one wasn't an option she was entirely comfortable with.
That's called a zanpakuto, it's both a separate entity and a part of your soul. If you're not able to learn its name, you may as well quit now.
Salvador: Oh I learned the blasted thing's name alright. But the darn thing won't give me a straight answer otherwise until I "Show my true heart and prove myself." Like hell I'm going to bow before a fraction of my own soul. Samantha: Do I need to put a bullet in your other foot? Salvador: *Glares but says nothing.* Samantha: Good. If you agree to watch your language and tone your ego, I'll heal your foot. Salvador: *Lets out a deep sigh before limping over.* Alright... alright.
<Snipped quote by Stabby> Kirina: Yeah. I was a work in progress, so to speak. Even now, The Endless worries that there could be negative side effects to my ressurection, such as the possibility that I won't live for very long.
That sounds like it would suck. But if the possible problem of not living long is purely biological, I could probably help in that regard. Big stress on the word probably.
