esinservio:
|| █ ▌— the word choice that the other uses doesn’t go unnoticed by jakurai, and he gives it pause, turns ‘human’ over in his mind and latches on a little, ever so curious, but not yet certain how to formulate his questions. and, of course, netzach is right. human night vision is not phenomenal. jakurai knows he will be relying more on his hearing, but he can at least make out basic shapes. ❝ no… unfortunately it isn’t, ❞ he agrees, tilting his head slightly to the side as he looks the other over, curiously. ❝ we humans are relatively useless at night, aren’t we? ❞
he’s also still more than capable of handling himself in any sort of situation, but more than ever he longs for his microphone. an odd weapon, he knows, but it has since come to feel right in his hands. still, if either of them sustain any sort of injury, traditional methods of treating a wound will work just as well.
he takes one of the sticks. it’s solid enough, at least, for what it is. ❝ hm… i believe i’ve done more with less… ❞
it isn’t a ringing endorsement, exactly, but he’s trying to keep optimistic as best he can.
jakurai can see well enough to catch the smile on netzach’s face and returns it with one of his own as he watches them descend from the tree, focused momentarily on their movements. ❝ thank you. your own name is very interesting. is it a given name, family name, or simply what you prefer to go by? ❞ a crucial question, in determining how to address them.
Jakurai’s line of questioning gives Netzach pause. Admittedly, there is a lot to consider when one considers the merits and meaning of Sephirah. They are not a natural creation, rather the dreams of someone, and the bastardization of the bodies of human beings. Netzach, semi-unwilling in this moment to explain the delicate nature of these things, pauses for a long while as they work on worming themselves out of the tree.
Landing with heavy footsteps, Netzach wobbles a bit before standing up completely straight, suddenly much taller than they had been moments ago. It’s a regular occurrence it seems, their ability to slouch a good six inches off of their height.
“I suppose all we can do is move forward. Keep an eye out.” They adjust their hold on the stick, using it more like a staff rather than a blunt weapon. It won’t work as the EGO does, but Netzach figures they ought to stick to what they’re most comfortable with. Should a crossbow not be available, this will do. “I know they talked a bit about what was out there, but, you never know.”
They turn to the subject of the name.
“It’s a given name, I guess. I didn’t really have a choice in the matter, was informed that I was Netzach, and that’s that. People don’t call me my first name anymore.” It’s technically a birth name, though they’re unsure if they prefer one over the other. “It’s easier to just use this one. What’s it to you anyways?”














