<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Bored...And anybody can join. :3 Just be wary, poor Nasul's a bit...Angsty today. *pets him* :/</td></tr></table> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Timestamp: 4, Mia, 81379. Char: Nasul.</td></tr></table> It had been so long. So long since his soul had graced the place he was. The machina ruins. Where he had been raised secretly by his mother. Before she was killed, by none other then his own father. Of course. His father took many things from him. His mother was only one of them. She had saved his life. When he was young, his father attacked him and ripped apart his body. Half of his face, his legs, his mind. His mother had been, luckily, still alive and a scientist. She quickly went to save her son. Using many of the machina around to recreate parts of his body. Nasul survived, luckily. With a half metal body, and a glowing green fake eye. Which, interestingly enough, he used to scan people with it. It had bits of fronima in it. So he could sense a person's soul with a slight glow. That was it, really. Though, it had a nice warning system. You can't sneak up on this guy. After what his mother did, he had to take a few years to get use to it. It wasn't until when he got old enough to leave, his father came back. And killed her. In his angst, he cried, short circuting his body. He has to use his good legs to drag himself around. When he got a bit older, he learned how to fix himself a bit more. And with more machina, he brought himself to walk again. He even called himself an "Inventor" and used his quick wit and building skills to get himself out of many a sticky situation. One day, though, he met the lovely Elethea. She had helped him many times, and was the nicest 'dragon he ever met, other then his mother...He caught up with her many times, but mostly just got shy and left soon after. He missed her. But would somebody as great as her want some half-metal beast like him? Who knows. He sighed to himself, thinking. He had crawled up onto a large peice of machina, and was using it as a perch to rest. It has been years since he'd been there. Oh how he missed his Mother...Her warmth, her love...It was all gone now. If he ever found his father... Nasul growled to himself, clanging his snout against the metal he was laying on. He curled himself up, bringing his metallic scorpion like tail against his body. He didn't feel threatened here. It was home. He closed his good blue eye, the metal one still open just in case of a sudden wanderer.
// <span style='color:#D1BED2'>Lacuna Mytva'Kysraditu</span> \\ Primary Trade ¤ Dark Sorcery (M) Secondary Trade ¤ Inner Sight (J)<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>squee! xD ... yes, that was terribly constructive, and had to be said. hehe</td></tr></table> Lacuna was walking, quadrupedally today, as she did every day. There was no reason for her to stop moving, and no reason for her to shy from the unknown. She was entirely equipped to defend herself, she was satiated with a meal she and Voronwë had just devoured, and she was carrying all her earthly belongings in a leather satchel sling, around her back, the main weight resting across her shoulders. Underneath her satchel, though the tips could easily be seen, the gold glinting in the light, was her sword. Not much use to her as a quaddie, she could weild it with better than average accuracy when her dark magic failed. And the best reason for being out in the wilderness all alone? Frankly, Scarlett, she doesn't give a damn. Of what anyone thought of her, or what anyone might try to do to her. 'Try' being the key word. Having since bid her clan a fond farewell, she was off to wander, to search, to find answers. And she had more questions than a lifetime could answer. But she was young, and idealistic. And nothing would stand in her way of finding something that might be out there. At least, to try to find it. Vor was her constant companion. Her baby, her friend. She talked to him, and he listened, though unable to talk back, he always listened with the solid loyalty she had come to admire in him. True, he was a bird, less than two feet in length, he was still more of a companion to her than many pendragons had ever been. And now he was soaring about, flying ahead as he always did. Though he couldn't speak, she had learned to interpret his calls. He knew when he was curious, scared, warning her, or just having some fun in terrifying anything small and fuzzy on the forest and jungle floors. Today, his calls were that of curiosity, and she veered left going deeper, rather than toward the 'exit', as it were. She would catch up with him, momentarily. Meanwhile, the auburn audlakh swooped around the machina ruins, something he had never seen before. The energy was paramount enough to pique his interest, but in addition to the ruins, there was a pendragon lounging in plain view. Being about as scared of strangers as his mistress, Vor lazily circled downward, and landed on the metallic shoulder of this massive beast (in a two foot audlakh's eyes, most things are massive). Chirping and cooing in a friendly manner, the audlakh spreads his wings both to keep his balance, and in case the 'dragon tried to snap. This bird was no fool, amiable as he was - and he hardly wanted to meet his end as a pendragon snack.
Nasul had been resting, but he sensed something nearby. A pendragon, but also something else. He didn't sense danger from it. Probably just some kind of fauna. He didn't mind them, they were just living on the same planet as he was. He kept himself still, and noticed it was getting closer. Normally he would have jumped up and kept himself safe, but he felt no hosility toward whatever was coming. He perked his ears up a bit, but kept himself calm as the fauna landed on his shoulder. He had no idea a creature like that could just land like that. Did it belong to the wandering pendragon nearby? It must be somewhat tame. He opened his one eye and took a better look at it, it was small aerial type. Must be a audlakh, for being so small. He slowly moved his head a bit, not wanting to scare or hurt the audlakh in anyway. "Well, hello there." He said to the bird, interested as to why it was even there. He yawned lazily, and stretched himself a bit, sitting up. "Do you have a companion, or did you fly here yourself?" He didn't know if the audlakh would even know what he was saying, let alone anything else. But he figured most fuana were smart, especially around the machina ruins. Something about it just purged with magic.
Vor tilted his head, listening to the pendragon as he spoke. As soon as he saw his mistress, however, he released his grip on the 'dragon's shoulder and lifted off. If he had needed to do anything but glide down to her, he would have been forced to push off to get some momentum. But he was spared having to use his new found friend as a spring board. Lacuna glances up to see Vor gliding his way down to her, and notices little else. She turns her head toward the ruins in front of her, looking at the vines creeping over metal and stone, moss on certain angles that collected more moisture than others. The place was beautiful, in it's only creepy way. The thing that surprised her most, however, was the energy. It was peaceful, but with an undercurrent of tenseness - like the excitement one gets when holding one's breath and waiting to exhale. But the exhale never came. The ruins was waiting for something. That much she could decipher. But she was a dark magician. Not a machina expert. She had never tinkered with anything metallic before, except her sword. But that was different - it had no electronic or magical parts. Just steel and gold, the handle wrapped in leather for grip. She wanders forward, walking carefully. She felt she was in no requirement for soft walking, so while she doesn't make thunderous noise as she passes, she doesn't bother with silencing her footsteps. Her eyes sweep across the path, the patch over her eye still covered. But no one was around, were they? No one to laugh at her, or be afraid of her. She sits and removes her eye patch with one swift movement, and her world gains a glow. Not the normal glow of the normal world she was used to with her altered eye, but instead it was an explosion of color, something she found magnificent, and potentiallu frightening. Was there really that much power here? Why hadn't it been tapped already? She was so lost in thought as she looked around with her glowing pale eye, that she probably wouldn't have noticed much else. But Vor was always on the lookout. And he cheerily chirped in Nasul's direction, pleased with himself for meeting someone new.
Nasul watched the audlakh glide off, his metal eye scanning his surroundings around him. The pendragon he had sensed before had just appeared in his sights, and he watched her walk toward the ruins. He kept himself still and silent, interested in the new 'dragon. It seemed the audlakh was her pet, as it flew around her. He noticed one thing that perked him up the most - her patched eye. Was she missing an eye as well, like him? He watched as she looked around in her own interest, before she slid off the patch, and revealed the pupiless eye. Any other ramathian might have shown horror, or maybe even mirth, but he didn't feel either. He felt...Like he maybe knew how she felt. She hid her eye like he did, only to feel safe when nobody was around to see. He noticed how intense she was, looking around at the ruins, and a chirp suddenly entered his line of hearing, the audlakh calling to him in a what he thought was a friendly tone. He got to his metalic feet, and stealthly jumped off the piece of scrap metal he had been resting on. He didn't want to scare the newcomer, so he walked to make sure a slight clink went with his steps. Hopefully she would be alerted of his presence, and not flip out. He walked to another piece of metal, and sat, watching her from a small distance away. He had slightly hid himself, afraid she would run if she saw him. "Hello...First time to the ruins, huh?" He asked, trying to be friendly. He never showed anger towards anyone, and he hid the bad feelings inside of him to think about later. This was no time to feel bad about himself, he could maybe make a new friend. He had enough luck with the winged fauna floating around them.
Lacuna's thoughts were interrupted as a clink sounded behind her. Vor had chirpped, but she hadn't thought it was anything but exhuberance at what they had stumbled across. Apparently, there was more then just that. She closes her altered eye as soon as she hears the voice as if winking, though there was no smile on her face - instead, it was curiosity. She wasn't ashamed of herself, but she was so used to the reactions, it was just habit to avoid the stares and confusion right off the bat. First impression of him, however gave her the same sense of peace the area did. As she relaxed, she opened her eye slowly. Having her eye closed, she saw as any pendragon did, with it open, an energy aura surrounded everything, it's glow the flow of Fronima. With her eye open now, she saw his machina body parts as bright as the machina ruins around her. Was it the machina then that caused such a huge energy spike? Looking at him, she blinks, and turns fully to face him. Vor didn't seem worried about him, and he didn't look like he had a dangerous personality, but looks could be deceiving. Still, the black mage was willing to give talking to him a try. If anything happened, she could easily feed off the energy here for her spell casting. <span style='color:#D1BED2'>"Yes,"</span> she nods in reply, <span style='color:#D1BED2'>"first time to the... ruins."</span> A question about the ruins perched at the edge of her tongue, but she bit it back and decided to ask another, more important question, <span style='color:#D1BED2'>"Aren't you disturbed by my eye?"</span> Blunt, as usual. She wasn't ashamed, and had no reason to ask while stuttering or in a shy manner. Her bluntness often put people off because she was less than ideally polite. She wasn't ever trying to start anything; that was hardly ever her drive. Just because she was a dark mage didn't mean she enjoyed starting problems. But now that the question was out, she would see what his reaction to both her no-nonsence attitude and the question itself.
Nasul watched the 'dragon as she noticed his presence, and turned to look at him, her pale blank eye giving a sudden blink. He waited for her to say something, and sighed mentally as she relaxed and spoke up for the first time. She was new to the ruins, that's for sure. Her next question, though, gave him a bit of a thought. "No, I'm not disturbed by your eye." He said truthfully, "I'm actually...Interested." He walked out from his hiding place, and faced her, his own motionless eye, except for a neon green light that acted as a pupil, simply shown to her. "You could say...I have the same thing. Though, my eye isn't the only thing..." His half metal body was clearly shown, the light of the sun giving it a reflective glow on the ground. He fell silent after that, wondering what she thought of him. They may have both lost eyes, but he had lost way more then that. Half of his face, his legs...And his metal was a bit rusted, from him not taking enough care of it as he should. As well as the fact it had rained a few days earlier and he wasn't in the mood to clean it up. Not only that, but his scales were a bit untidy as well. He needed a shower. Not that he smelled bad, but his fur was a bit unkept and gave him a rurly look. He suddenly saw a shadow move across where he was between the female, and he knew it was the audlakh. He'll have to ask her about the little creature later, right now he was hopeing she wouldn't run off with a bolt.
[OOC] This is my first post here, so if I get anything wrong, please notify mea and I'll fix it =D. Friend of Pyma, so.. yeah. Hope I'll do ok. BIC. He was taking his time exploring this particular area of the Machina Ruins, as this was his first time that he had entered these Ruins. He wasn't really doing anything that had a purpose, or had an idea of which direction he wanted to go. The mixed-coloured pendragon had his head lowered to the ground, snuffling at any metal object or spare part that looked interesting to him, paying no attention at all to where he was wandering. Well, he wasn't exactly wandering in any direction, just absently moving forward, sometimes going down a different turn or route; even doubling back and trying another way. With each step, he carefully lifted a paw to step over any obstacles that were in his way, so as not to damage his pawpads in any way with minor shards of metal or whatever happened to be laying around. Not knowing anything at all about this place, he hoped that if there were other creatures that made this their.. habitat, or home; they should at least be friendly enough so they wouldn't start a commotion with his new presence. He would rather it to be completely empty, then to figure out that it was full of antisocial beings that clearly didn't want him there. After all, even a normal pendragon or another individual didn't like him very much; so what would meeting a new stranger of a different species lead to? His wolf-like ears suddenly pricked up, as a couple of unfamiliar voices became audible. Morven stopped moving, raising his head to look over in what he thought was the direction where the voices emitted from. He ignored the slight echoes and distortions that the two voices made, which were caused from bouncing off the heaps of scrap metal lying around in this environment. His disportionally long tail started to flick back and forth behind him agitatedly, much like what a domestic cat does when it gets disturbed. Now, with his attention totally fixated on those two individuals, whoever they may be; he slowly started to meander over to the suspected source; going slow enough so as not to attract any unwanted attention, yet faster then the pace he was using before earlier. A couple of small sheets of metal clunked heavily against other parts because of his increased movement, but no matter. Even if they did hear his advancement, all he wanted was to see whoelse had managed to arrive in the Ruins. Maybe, he could receive some.... help about the surroundings, or maybe not. In any case, he would easily adapt to the consequences; either positive or negative.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>My apologies for this reply being so late, semester is evil with added homework. >.< Welcome Morven! :] </td></tr></table> Lacuna looks him over. The metal indeed stood out, especially with the sun glinting off the shining metallic surface. While the rest of him looked slightly unkempt, the metal was far from dull. She closes her odd eye for a moment, once more, the glowing around the landscape and his own body instantly cut off the moments her lids seal. She wanted to see him again without the aura of light that permeated everything when both her eyes were open. At this time she noted his colors, the parts of him that were enhanced by the machina parts, and the portions of his body left untouched. Considering, however, he didn't think of her as a fright, and probably was treated the same as she by "normal" 'dragons, the femme opens her gently glowing eye, comfortable with herself in his presence. <span style='color:#D1BED2'>"That's... good. I'm glad I don't have to hide who I am, to pretend that my eye is gone and useless. Obviously it isn't."</span> She paused, to her it was obvious it wasn't, but to him...? He wouldn't know of it's function. Should she tell him? She opens her mouth, her facial expression shy and thoughtful at the same time, when a ear twists around at a noise. Her head sharply follows her ear. Something was coming. Or someone. Knowing not everyone was used to her eye she hurriedly pulls the patch back over her head and across her eye. She was safe now. Hidden from the curious stares, assuming the approaching 'thing' was someone who would care. Then all of a sudden she realizes that her newfound companion would be unshielded from stares. Would he care? Would he run? Her head twists around to look at him, and she whispers in urgency, <span style='color:#D1BED2'>"Is there something I can do for you? I'm a mage,"</span> she omits the type, <span style='color:#D1BED2'>"I can... change your appearance. If you wish."</span> That offer would leave him with only two assumptions, she was a biokinetic, or a dark mage. Given that she was the latter, and there was often a stigma associated with her craft, she didn't readily tell people. Hardly evil, any magic can be considered evil in the hands of evil.
Nasul felt himself relax slightly, sensing the 'dragon to become comfortable in his presence. He blinked his good eye, watching her wordlessly for a bit. Since the two of them seemed to both have their strange differences, she wasn't afraid of him like others are. She even spoke to him. He gave her a small smile. "Don't worry about it. You don't have to hide who you are around me." His eye suddenly mentally gave him a notice another 'dragon was near. He was about to tell her, as she opened her mouth slightly to tell him something, and then she stopped, and said what he was meaning to say. She then put her patch back over her eye, and she whispered to him. He was greatly taken aback to what she said, and knew right away she must have had magic of somesort. But what really surprised him was that she was trying to help him. He thought for a bit, but decided against it as he whispered back, "Thank you, but you don't have to...I'd rather become friends with someone who won't mind my 'disabilities' no matter what they are. He flicked his left ear, and sighed. "It might be why I havn't been having any luck." He looked out towards where the oncoming 'dragon was. "Let's just see how they act toward me. I havn't hid myself before, I won't start now..."
Lacuna smiles, a feeling of pride swelling within her. And perhaps a bit of shame. He wasn't afriad to show who he was, though he seemed saddened by his choice, when she felt he should be proud! But... she understood his apprehension probably better than most 'dragons on the planet. She felt shamed she wasn't as brave as he. She was hiding. She wasn't ashamed of herself, something she told herself over and over. Was it true? Was she really just trying to save others from the shock of seeing her eye? Saving herself from being poked and prodded by more magiclly and scientifically advanced minds than her own? Or was it fear? That was something she would have to meditate on later. For now, she looks at him with the barest of smiles - proud of his choice. She would stick by this one for the encounter to come, assuming the one rustling their way was hostile. The creatures altered not by nature but of pendragon means and accidents had to stick together.
*The unknown voices became louder and more audible as he neared their location, now knowing their exact position. He did not make an instantaneous assumption anymore of who they were, what their intentions would be during their little meeting or what they were planning as of this moment. He only cared for the fact that there were two other pendragons to converse with here, and that was almost too much for him as of this point. Morven was not trying to eavesdrop, but it was natural for him now to listen in on other's discussions. The stalker-fixacted pendragon quickened his pace just before he reached the edge of his side of the littered 'clearing'. At a first glance, he did not notice the difference in both of these two dragons, particularly the cybernetic enhancements or replacements on one of them. He sat down heavily, his head lowered into a submissive posture, to gesture that he was in no way going to threaten them in any form... Unless, of course, if something happened to change his mind. He flicked his ears back, almost disappearing into the thick ruff of fur around his neck and shoulders as he continued to watch them carefully, waiting for their reaction towards him. Morven could see nothing that may encourage his leave, or his acceptance into their personal group boundary. He was not really one to look at, though. Since he had spent so much time travelling throughout one section of the machina ruins, amongst his fur you could see an occasional piece of plant matter, flecks of rustic metal that can easily be brushed free from their origin; and rarely, a small patch of fur that was shorter then the rest of his coat, due to it being snagged on by obstructions that were in his way. Morven kept his gaze on the 'dragon that seemed to be comforting the other, before averting it to the other; the creature with the synthetic parts.
