[ Kousetsu sees the message and finds it...rather intriguing. To find another who is interested in meditation and tea it's a hard thing to pass up and not go to see.
So Kousetsu arrives some time afterward his own shimmering blue egg cradled delicately and safely in a pouch across his chest. He looks to be looking for the one who made the announcement when he happens across Zenyatta. His interest is immediately piqued, he's never seen anything quite like the other before...so he can't help but be drawn to something new. He'll give a courteous bow before looking at the other. If he notices the people staring he doesn't comment or even care to be honest. He's carrying with him his own prayer beads, the egg, and his attire is that of a Buddhist monk. So overally they're both sticking out rather spectacularly, aren't they? ]
I apologize for disrupting you, but there was a message saying to meet here. Do you...happen to know who it was who sent it? [ His voice is deep, and soft, as he speaks slowly to Zenyatta. He exudes calmness in a way, his presence serene and soothing despite what he is, a sword, meant for killing and harm. One would never be able to tell with the way he carries himself. ]
[If it were not for the egg in his lap Zenyatta might well rise to greet the man, already bowing to him in polite deference; instead, he bends at the waist, all the while studying him with a curious intensity. He is young, seemingly, though he brings with him a remarkable aura of tranquility that belies that young, beautiful face, almost veiled from view by the spill of hair across his shoulders. Familiarity becomes recognition as his processor supplies the knowledge that he wears the robes of a Buddhist monk, the very model for his own clothing, shredded and worn though it has become.
The overall effect is ethereal, as if he were addressing some silver idol come to life rather than a flesh-and-blood human, but he waves to the table nonetheless.]
That would be me. Please, come and take a seat. [His voice is warm and bright, far moreso than his hard chrome face might suggest.] I must confess, I did not expect to meet a kindred spirit!
[ Kousetsu will nod with his usual silence as he sits next to the other. He seems rather intrigued by Zenyatta as well if his staring weren't indicative of this. Still he'll look away once he realizes what he's doing before returning his attention towards the egg nestled in his lap.
He can see the other's outfit and know what he refers to by those words. Kousetsu nods calmly as he takes one of those cups of tea and sips it. ]
You are a practitioner. I have...not met many who do so here. It is...nice to meet a fellow spiritualist here. I am Kousetsu Samonji, sword of the Buddhist monk Itabeoka Kousetsusai, which is why I am named as such. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.
[ He sounds so human and yet looks so...very different. Then again Kousetsu isn't human either so they're more similar than he would have thought. ]
[A practitioner. Zenyatta hums, head to one side in some pleasing combination of intrigue and amusement, though he does not interrupt to- well, not quite correct, but steer his new acquaintance down a more accurate path. His patience pays off in a scant few seconds, because suddenly he is presented with an entirely new and altogether more interesting line of questioning.
As if in anticipation, he picks up his own cup and raises it to his faceplate. Not to drink, of course- that would be impolite here- but it gives his receptors a better chance to profile the steam.]
By "sword", do you mean that you were his guard? [But then, why should that mean he should bear his master's name as such? It does not bear out.]
That is...no, not exactly. I was his actual sword. [ Said in a very dry an monotonous way this might seem like a joke, but it hardly was. Kousetsu's eyes tick down to the sheathed sword at his side. ]
My true form is that of the sword wielded by my master. I am...a spirit of that sword, a tsukumogami.
[It takes a moment or two for that to process- but Zenyatta is perhaps more open-minded than most, and once it does he gives an inspired little ahhh!]
I see! How fascinating! I have heard ancient stories of household objects coming to life, once they have reached a significant age, but never weapons taking on a human form. [There is about his voice a gentle smile, soft and encouraging; he would be the last person to question another's claim to personhood.] He must have had great faith in you.
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So Kousetsu arrives some time afterward his own shimmering blue egg cradled delicately and safely in a pouch across his chest. He looks to be looking for the one who made the announcement when he happens across Zenyatta. His interest is immediately piqued, he's never seen anything quite like the other before...so he can't help but be drawn to something new. He'll give a courteous bow before looking at the other. If he notices the people staring he doesn't comment or even care to be honest. He's carrying with him his own prayer beads, the egg, and his attire is that of a Buddhist monk. So overally they're both sticking out rather spectacularly, aren't they? ]
I apologize for disrupting you, but there was a message saying to meet here. Do you...happen to know who it was who sent it? [ His voice is deep, and soft, as he speaks slowly to Zenyatta. He exudes calmness in a way, his presence serene and soothing despite what he is, a sword, meant for killing and harm. One would never be able to tell with the way he carries himself. ]
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[If it were not for the egg in his lap Zenyatta might well rise to greet the man, already bowing to him in polite deference; instead, he bends at the waist, all the while studying him with a curious intensity. He is young, seemingly, though he brings with him a remarkable aura of tranquility that belies that young, beautiful face, almost veiled from view by the spill of hair across his shoulders. Familiarity becomes recognition as his processor supplies the knowledge that he wears the robes of a Buddhist monk, the very model for his own clothing, shredded and worn though it has become.
The overall effect is ethereal, as if he were addressing some silver idol come to life rather than a flesh-and-blood human, but he waves to the table nonetheless.]
That would be me. Please, come and take a seat. [His voice is warm and bright, far moreso than his hard chrome face might suggest.] I must confess, I did not expect to meet a kindred spirit!
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He can see the other's outfit and know what he refers to by those words. Kousetsu nods calmly as he takes one of those cups of tea and sips it. ]
You are a practitioner. I have...not met many who do so here. It is...nice to meet a fellow spiritualist here. I am Kousetsu Samonji, sword of the Buddhist monk Itabeoka Kousetsusai, which is why I am named as such. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.
[ He sounds so human and yet looks so...very different. Then again Kousetsu isn't human either so they're more similar than he would have thought. ]
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As if in anticipation, he picks up his own cup and raises it to his faceplate. Not to drink, of course- that would be impolite here- but it gives his receptors a better chance to profile the steam.]
By "sword", do you mean that you were his guard? [But then, why should that mean he should bear his master's name as such? It does not bear out.]
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My true form is that of the sword wielded by my master. I am...a spirit of that sword, a tsukumogami.
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I see! How fascinating! I have heard ancient stories of household objects coming to life, once they have reached a significant age, but never weapons taking on a human form. [There is about his voice a gentle smile, soft and encouraging; he would be the last person to question another's claim to personhood.] He must have had great faith in you.