[ The experience is disorienting to say the least. That name, Akuiki, draws a tight line of tension that pierces body, mind, and down to the core of sephiroth's being. When the tension snaps, he is remade and somehow Sephiroth knows this shape and it feels as comfortable as his own skin. This form looks much like his own Masamune - a sword made for one purpose and for one wielder. The last thought is a bit unsettling because to consider himself made in any form for the use of another is damned uncomfortable.
Yet he feels his own power as well.
The blackness of the blade gleams in the midday sun and he feels the warmth of Zack's gloved hand. Sephiroth can't say that he likes this experience, but it isn't terrible. At least not yet. ]
What do you feel?
[ It's a thought and not speech since, well, he's a sword now, but at least they can still communicate. ]
action;
Yet he feels his own power as well.
The blackness of the blade gleams in the midday sun and he feels the warmth of Zack's gloved hand. Sephiroth can't say that he likes this experience, but it isn't terrible. At least not yet. ]
What do you feel?
[ It's a thought and not speech since, well, he's a sword now, but at least they can still communicate. ]