Zyngard

Diddly Do

@Dartbored Fairy

...what. She thought he was a fucking druggie? Cuna supposed it made sense, he did run in swearing and saying he came through a space portal after all. “I’m no fucking druggie-“ He began

Oh hey, someone else was here to fucking bother the girl. Er, Pirila. Arrogant jackass too, by the sounds of it. Probably thought he was better than everybody else because he was him. Cuna had known a few. Typically didn’t associate with them. He opened his mouth to fucking speak, then thought the better of it and just kept quiet. Fucking bloody assholes, the lot of them... He growled slightly and decided the better of sneaking off, sticking around with Pirila, a couple steps behind her.

Diddly Do

@Dartbored Fairy

“Pretty da- sure, unless I’ve inhaled enough ash in the minute I’ve been here to hallucinate an entire fu- spaceship.” He grumbled. Bloody kids these days, never believing a word someone said. He grinned. Careful enough, he supposed, but damned annoying too.

“And what I’m talking about is a-“ bloody fucking damn stupid... “space portal. Disappeared because why-“ fucking “wouldn’t it leave me here, but took me a couple of other places prior.” Damn... no swearing, fucking stupid if you asked him, a kid would pick up on swears one way or another, probably make up their fucking own if they needed to.

Diddly Do

@Dartbored Fairy

Pirila huh? He’d probably have to fucking remember that name at the least. He shook her hand without real enthusiasm, but a firm grip, as he looked around at the so-called ‘phantom point’ station. Plenty of people here, but he supposed that’s what fucking happened when there’s a bloody ash storm.

Hm? Oh, she had asked him a question. “Well, for one, a f- space portal dropped me off a couple of places before just b- leaving me here outrunning a d- storm.” Man, not swearing was hard. “So I suppose I’m a” He added the word ‘fucking’ mentally “refugee, although I’m not fleeing from any war.”

Caravan: Resurrection

Pyra gave a tired nod as he barely heard the compliment, simply allowing himself to be carried to a bunk without any attempt at movement himself. It was... probably safe. Should he let himse- he passed out, his body finally beginning the rejuvenating process known as ‘Rest’. Not that it would help much with a broken arm.

Caravan: Resurrection

Pyra looked at Daelin with a perturbed expression, then crying out at the sudden mace to the face. His eyes! ...damn it damn it damn it. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as the Myti seemed to disappear to his senses, at least, leaning up against the wall and rising to his feet after he was shoved forward, making his way back into the Caravan and promptly sliding down on an open section of wall, repeating the phrase "Don't pass out don't pass out don't pass out..." under his breath repetitively, trying to... well, not pass out. He'd prefer to be conscious for the time, as hard as that was. Shame there wasn't a paladin around or anything...

Diddly Do

@Dartbored Fairy

“Yeah yeah I’ll keep the swearing down to a fucking minimum” He swore, both an oath and a swear, notably quieter than his earlier yelling “Where the fu-heck am I anyways? This time, at least.”

Bloody stupid fucking space portals... make up your fucking mind about where you want to lead and quit breaking physics while you’re at it. “Suppose I owe you a da-introduction while I’m at.” He’s trying his best, given the circumstances, and sticks out a hand, somewhat dirtied by ashes “Cuna. Cuna Ier, to be specific.”

Diddly Do

Cuna raised a hand to his face, seeing a building just ahead, maybe a hundred paces from him, this time. Ah dammit stupid fucking space rifts, how come every fucking time he entered it, he went into a different place? First a place where everyone was either running around or completely silent like it was the end of the world, then a fucking spaceship devoid of people.

Now though, had to be his least favorite. Fucking... ash storm or something. Just his bloody luck. He turned through to head back through the rift again (why had he thought it a good idea to go through a rift in space or whatever again?)...OF FUCKING COURSE IT TOOK NOW TO DISAPPEAR.

“Bloody bones and flaming ashes” He growled to himself, coughing after a moment from a stray ash. He turned to see the storm fast approaching, and swore loudly, ”Bloody Flaming Ashes, burn in Sha’yol Ghul!” He had read that in a book once. Unimportant, time to fucking sprint like his life depended on it. Probably did, with his flaming luck.

Caravan: Resurrection

Pyra gave an audible, tired sigh at the feel of the claw underneath his neck, and raised his right arm slowly up in the air, fingers spread wide “I would raise the other one too, but you broke it with that explosion of yours.” He slightly smirked, although he doubted the Myti could see that. Probably in his best interest to not take an aggressive action towards the one with a claw less than an inch from his throat.

Diddly Do

“Now you see me”

Name: Cuna L. Ier
Age: 23
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance: He’s rather tall, and slightly above average weight, with short red hair, and brown eyes. He very rarely wears anything formal, and typically wears a plain blue t-shirt, and trousers.
Abilities: Cuna’s one ability, which he is also unaware of, is complete immunity to non-direct means of viewing. There is absolutely no known way to view him or communicate about him behinds direct methods. Scrying excludes him, cameras do not see him, sensors don’t even show him as giving off any sort of presence, as if where he was was just empty space. This also includes audio, as trying to talk about him over a sort of magical means, or radio waves, somehow excludes him (talking about specifically him will be incomprehensible static, while talking about him in a group will exclude him in the group, even in the groups number [being with someone else will instead show up as someone alone]. The reason for this is unknown, but the only known way to communicate with him is to have directly seen him with ones own eyes (assuming they are not magical), or directly talk to someone who has seen him.
He is also one of the only heretics of his world, one of the few to not believe in the god Hokum.
Side note: If a robot uses cameras as its main method of vision, and said robot is sentient, it can see him, but anything else using said robots vision will not, as that would be through a medium. As a general rule, visible spectrum only, and only through direct speaking to someone.

“Sniper Man”

Name: Joseph
Age: Unknown
Species: Unknown, looks male and humanoid.
Abilities and the like: Carries a sniper. Unknown, but approved by the one who is not a god, Hokum.
Appearance: A gaunt figure standing at 5’ 6”, wearing dark sunglasses and having semishort dark hair. Clothes vary, but typically something based around functional.

Caravan: Resurrection

Pyra grimaced at the other Myti still being conscious and all, taking advantage of the Myti attacking Flin to lash out with his foot. That said, he barely could sense an incoming attack, and tried to turn, but not fast enough to avoid the kick, staggering back and crying out loudly as it impacted his left shoulder, sending a wave of pain through his broken armor.

He growled, head swimming as spots of black appeared in his vision, stumbling back towards where the unconscious Myti was earlier, but avoiding falling over for the time. "Damn it..." He spits, at the moment a bit too preoccupied to focus on magic for the time