WanderingShield

The Shifting Sands

Having left Kairel to watch after his gaggle of supplies and tent, Nivaar made his way over to Blim's tent. As he did, he smiled and waved to folks he passed. Despite their group's make up, Nivaar never let their heritage base his opinions of them. He was the last person who should judge something like that. His mother had been a full-blooded elf, which had kept him safe as a child in their tribe, but once she had passed, they had drugged him and left him for dead. Luckily, he had been found by a second tribe...not the Outcasts...

Approaching the tent, Nivaar slipped inside, easily squeezing his thin frame between and behind Sonya and Cameo. He was taller, standing at 6' 1", so he stayed towards the back as to not be in anyone's way.

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@2b3heart

Nyra. Now a name for the face. He smiled, the gesture reaching his eyes, "Nivaar, and I will be doing better once I am off this train. Too much crazy pushed into a small space." He spread his legs out under the seat in front of him, glancing to the others gathered towards the front of the cabin. He returned his attention back to Nyra, "How about yourself?"

The Shifting Sands

At the voice, Nivaar turned and grinned his goofy, lope-sided grin. "Kairel!" Scooping the child up, he lifted him onto his shoulders and then went back to work. A usual sight, as Nivaar was fond of children, "Aye, I saw it." He nodded, careful not to send Kairel tumbling over, "Lots of awesome For-Sand, eh? I hope so. I'm tired of cooking roots and dried meats. Would be nice to get some greens." He stood, keeping Kairel in place to check on his pack. He had to make sure he had everything he'd need for the trip. His pack consisted of tools, he had made, that would help in carefully harvesting water, plants, and animals for the return trip. Nivaar had learned this from his mother, who had been a skilled forager before the calamity. Some of the tools he had use to be hers.

After triple checking, Nivaar lifted Kairel off his shoulders and set him down. "I'll keep my eye open for something you might like, but you have to promise me something first." He held a hand out, lifting a pinkie. He chuckled at Kairel's confusion, "Link your pinkie with mine, we're making a Pinkie Swear."

"What's that?" The youth asked, despite linking his tiny finger with the larger one. "A Pinkie Swear is a swear you can never break. If you do, terrible things will happen."

"Like what?"

"I'll never talk to you again." Nivaar's words caused Kairel's eyes to widen as he shook his head rapidly, "I PROMISE, I PROMISE!"

"Good!" Nivaar laughed, "You have to promise me that you'll take care of everyone while I'm gone, ok? Make sure everyone eats." Kairel nodded, puffing up at the sudden responsibility. "I'll do it!"

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@2b3heart

Tugging his hood lower, Nivaar aimed to tune out the calamity that had made it's way to the back of the cabin. Pressed against the seat and window, he tried to keep as much of that disgusting slime off him, however some of it made it onto his hoodie. His eyes shimmered in annoyance as he ripped the hoodie off and watched it sizzle and melt from the slime.

With the large hoodie off, it was clear that someone was a collector of trinkets. Necklaces ranging from chokers to long triple looped chains to pendents and clip ons. Skulls, gems, feathers, metals, Nivaar had it all. His shirt was sleeveless, showing off some gold scales on his shoulders that extended into gold tattoos. "Oy! You better replace that." He muttered about oozing acid sex drives and other such madness before a less annoying face and voice caught his attention. His eyes dimmed as the lady-naga from earlier curled up in the seat in front of him, grinning at her greeting. "Why hello." He lifted himself up and over the back of the seat to be sitting next to her rather than the face-melting slimeball, "Please tell me you're normal." As normal as they all could get, anyway.

What Is The Avatar Above Thinking?

"Shit, the cops."

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At the screaming, Nivaar was once again glad his sense were a bit more dull that any 'other'. He had been ready to let out a snap comment, but the kid grabbed the werewolf and went back to the roof of the subway. He shrugged and then looked back to the Skull, however another approached. Nivaar was starting to regret taking the back seat, however when the cute girl made it know that she knew the kid in the coffin, he smiled back to her, just as sweetly, "He is all yours, Cupcake." He even moved over so she could sit next to the smelly thing.

@Cuccoruler

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Nivaar may join you... He was having such a nice conversation with the talking floating skull...

Hellsmoth State University

Having locked herself in the handicap bathroom, Valaeli worked on making sure her scarf covered most of her neck. While she had applied makeup on them, they were starting to get bigger as time passed. She had started to assume that as she 'aged', her scales would spread and get larger. Maybe when she was finally covered fully in scales, she'd pass away. That gave her a bit of hope, as living forever in a world full of people who died, terrified her.
She fluffed her hair and made sure the horn stumps were covered by the golden strands. She was going to have to file them down soon. Satisfied with her appearance, the young woman grabbed her bag and headed out, making sure no one saw her leave that particular bathroom. Her cheeks flushed with guilt, having used the handicap one without even being handicap.

Pulling free a map from her bag, she looked it over before heading to the cafeteria. She had neglected breakfast in her panic and stress and keeping herself as normal as possible. Heck, she had even taken a class called "Accept Yourself" in the hopes that it would give her a little boost of confidence each day. She didn't have the confidence to walk around without covering 90% of her body in layers of clothing. Gloves, scarves, jackets, thick stockings, anything to cover the silver scales spread across her skin.

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His grin widened at the threat the floating skull posed. He had four of them so it wouldn't kill him, though he'd be very annoyed by the gaping hole in his side. "Bones fit better?" As the skull spoke of the 'prizes', the dragon snorted. "I have no interest in chases of physical gain." He leaned back, placing the foot he had wanted to use to shove coffin-boy away onto the seat in front of him. If the chase came to him though...well, he wouldn't turn them down. Golden orbs looked at the skull again, "Mates come and go, but favors and treasures stay." Though he was more interested in the treasure than favors. For now.

One thing his father had heavily advised the young dragon to do was gather favors, whether it was through blackmail or willingness. Dragons could use favors just as much as gold.

@Raijinslayer

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Nivaar's features twisted in disgust as the smell reached his nostrils. He leaned as far from the dead-smelling thing as he could, glad he was not as sensitive to smell as the unconscious dipshit on the cabin floor. That had earned a few interest points for the coffin-napping fiend, but they were lost when he was ordered to wake him up. As if.

Nivaar had been about to plant a studded boot against the coffin when the skull caught his attention. He pressed two fingers to his lips, as if he were holding a joint and let puff out two orange smoke rings. They'd float towards the skull's eyes. "Seventy-Four, Buttercup." Nivaar had a rather deep voice that seemed to fit his appearance, despite the 'pretty boy' tag. He sniffed and looked back towards the cabin of the train. The skull had gained the Golden Dragon's interest, mostly because he always loved things that would sass back. Pushovers were boring.

At the sight of one of the naga looking his way, he winked to her before looking back to the SKull, "Treasures, Buttercup. Can't find them if I don't look for them."