Zyngard

Trios

A girl scampered up to the captain and briefly held a conversation with him, soon leaving with a pout on her face and wandering around the ship briefly. Soon enough, her face suddenly brightens and she goes off to find a corner to sit herself down in, digging into her pouch to pull out a small hand mirror and, oddly, tap the center of it.

She seems to speak quietly into the mirror, laughing aloud and quickly looking around, then quiets back down and scoots away from an approaching crewmember who offers her a friendly smile, returning to talking to her mirror for a time.

Eventually, she waves at the mirror, and returns it to her pouch, leaping back to her feet and grinning. She wanders into the lounge, settling down on a chair and kicking her feet, her grin fading. This was booorinnng. She was booooored. Hopefully someone else would come into the lounge to maybe mess around with. Or talk to, whatever. SO BOOOOORED. That inner revelation took place in about ten seconds of happiness before she got bored.

Trios

Name: Kura Qubus
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: Around 9

Appearance

Eye Colours: She has one Orange eye, and one Purple eye
Hair Colours: Her hair starts off as white and slowly turns to light blue. The hair is about waist-length.
Clothing:
Basically this:

but without arm ribbons, blue decorative ribbon, and the weird thingies that extend from their back. The skirt is also a bit longer, extending to about mid-thigh (halfway between torso and knee).
She also wears gloves like in this image

but black instead of brown. She also has a similar bag and cloak for storage and warmth respectively.

Abilities

Kura knows a spell to conjure several ricocheting projectiles. They're fast, can bounce off of solid objects, and give off light. But they're not lethal, and getting hit by one is like getting hit by a dodgeball ball.
She also has very, VERY basic healing magic that is practically useless when dealing with anything beyond the usual injuries children tend to get while playing.
In addition to the above, Kura has a very minor ability in illusions, which she mostly applies to herself.
She also has the ability to give objects velocity, turning them into erratic bouncing weaponry. This ability is near impossible to control once it’s started, but she can at the least give it a starting direction. This is limited to giving objects around the weight of a brick any reasonable velocity, although she can make large objects move slowly.

Inventory: A single (stale) cookie wrapped in paper, a hand mirror, and a large, but nonspecific amount of money in a pouch.
Weaknesses: Although capable of advanced magical expressions necessary to do her magic, she has little knowledge of basic arithmetic and math in general. She’s a decent liar, but very bad at reading others lies. She’s also a child, so not particularly skilled or strong.
Weapons: N/A
Backstory: Kura is one of a pair of similar princesses from a different continent. Most of her childhood was spent playing with her sister and learning about boring politics, in addition to magic. Her and her sister eventually snuck off to go find adventure and made their way onto a ship. After arriving on the coast, they ran into trouble, and were forced to separate. So far, Kura has not been able to locate her sister, although she’s searching in the town.

Diddly Do

@Hokum

Cuna raises an eyebrow and gives a lazy shrug as her expression changes once more, in that weird sorta creepy way. “So, you gonna fuc-“ And that’s when the earthquake hit.

Cuba stumbles and falls for ward towards Fanny, managing to bring an arm up sideways to brace himself. After a moment of staying on the ground to make sure of nothing else yet, he rose back to his feet “The fucking bloody hell was that? Can’t a guy have a fucking day without any bloody explosions or flaming earthquakes?” He grumbled.

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@GingerBoi123

A man silently watches the planet from atop one of the less ruined buildings. His sunglasses glinted slightly, his exposed mouth a neutral expression. So this was the Legion. A difficult target, to be sure. Extermination wasn’t his usual business, but he doubted that there was much of another way to handle something of this size, spanning several planets.

He was tempted to take a potshot, but that could compromise his position atop the building, having no issue with the spores. From there, he looked up to the bioship that seemed to be launching the pods. That was likely to be his next step here. This planet wouldn’t have the Hivemind. Not if it’s been newly conquered.

With a quiet sigh, he unslung an odd rifle from his back, taking aim at a brute down on the surface. Those seemed to be the ‘elites’ so to speak. Like him. He adjusted his aim, shifting to account for gravity, and - after a moment - to account for wind. The rifle seemed to glow a gentle blue along some grooves as it’s barrel crackled with electricity, until he finally made the adjustment for the beasts likely behavior based on how it had acted so far, and he squeezed the trigger, the magnetic material electrically charged, speeding straight for the Brute’s head. Outside of the sound of the rifle charging, there wouldn’t be a telltale gunshot. Just how he liked it.

And yet, the Legion would probably know where he was now. The consequences of giving into temptation, he supposed. Time to go. He opened his way back down the roof, and started making his way down the abandoned building. Not even any infected in this particular building. Part of the reason he chose it, really. That’d give him a little time, but not much.

Caravan: Resurrection

Pyra stirred and awoke at the sound of something (or someone) landing on he roof, opening his eyes just in time to catch something slamming into the ceiling and sending shards of it down. He nodded at Neale, groaning a bit as he forced himself to sit up. His arm felt... better, to say the least. Still painful, but more of a dull ache rather than the before sharp pain.

Nonetheless, best to not use that arm for the time. He rose to his feet off the bed, looking around at the circumstances. Neale was busy with him, the captain was on the ground, several seemed to be... gone? Let’s assume they’re off doing something and not... dead.

After a moment, his eyes fell on the various shrapnel on the floor. Let’s tidy this up a bit, then focus on whatever vagrant was doing this. With a dismissive wave of his good arm, he began to encase the shrapnel in his energy and slowly collect it into a ball of sorts. Perhaps that could be useful if an attacker presented himself. Were those crossbow bolts from above? Well, if the Myti hadn’t learned their lesson before... he grimaced, letting the ball collapse into a simple pile and keeping a close eye on the ceiling. If another force hit the ceiling like before, he’d be ready.

Trios

You know my answer

Diddly Do

@Hokum

Cuna managed to avoid falling back down the stairs at the sudden impact, taking a moment to glare at the lady acting in an overdramatic way. Prick. That was the word that came to mind. He sighed, and shook his head, replying in a dry voice.

"I mean apparently you didn't. Now, if you'll excuse me, I don't have places to be. Other than 'away from fucking explosions'." With that, he raises an eyebrow at her sudden change of expression to sheer boredom, and steps out of the way for her to make her way down the stairs.

Diddly Do

@Hokum

Cuna barks out a short cough as he slams face fucking first into the stairs, while at around the same time he heard an explosion rather nearby. “The hell-?” Ah fuck the ash storm! He groaned and got up from the stairs, to see the ash storm... dying down. Oh.

“The fuckin’ hell was that?” He shook his head, raising a palm to his forehead and closing his eyes. “(You’ve got to be shitting me... a headache. Just what this fucking day needed)” That said, he briefly turns towards Dino and gives him a nod “Thanks.” Before quickly running up the stairs. He hadn’t taken too much time to look outside, and he really didn’t fucking care.

Diddly Do

Updated character sheet. MYSTERIOUS AM I RIGHT. If you have the same train of thought as me you can probably guess a couple details that are hidden otherwise.

Diddly Do

Ten or so feet from Cuna is one of the hobo types resting against the wall of the Station Hall. He is obviously a junky of the lowest ranks with syringe track marks up his forearm, festering scabs in the crease of his elbow. He has dark sunken eyes, pallid skin, purple lips and body odor that could be clearly smelt from that distance. This man also caught Cuna’s attention with a shaky raise of one hand as he motions for Cuna to come closer.

“brotha….” He says, in a broken voice only just audible enough for Cuna to hear; “Gib meh a lil somfin, just a lil fix te hel meh sleep. Won ya do dat fo meh, brotha?”

@Hokum

Cuna felt a (completely coincidental) shiver go down his spine as he looked at the junkie, grimacing at the very sight of the man. Did Pirila really think he was one of those? Granted, he hadn’t fucking looked in a mirror for a while, but he fucking tried to take decent care of himself.

Of course, Cuna smoothly averted his gaze as though he hadn’t even seen or heard the man. He calmly moved on away from the damn honestly disgusting excuse for a human, retracing his steps towards the direction where he had seen the girl move off to. Granted he had to fuckin’ try and limit his bloody swearing near her, but at least she was decent fucking company. He purposely avoided the entrance with that asshole chauvinist or whoever the fuck was down there who was supposedly an admiral of fucking whatever.

Diddly Do

@Doc Doctor@Hokum

Cuna glances over at the person approaching from the shadows disapprovingly, then smiles as Pirila takes her leave. Good. He didn’t particularly want her to hear what he had to say to Dino. Speaking of which... he turns back to Dino and angrily begins.

“Ah yes, I see how it is, you’re a fucking prick who believes himself to unfailingly be morally, mentally, and most likely in all damn ways to be higher than us due to the sheer reason that you were fucking lucky enough to be born in somewhere less ‘primitive’, as you say” Primitive here is accompanied by a mocking tone and air quotes. “Which, by the way, is completely false. Anybody from any fucking time period could just be here, I would know, came here through my own damn method. But enough of that, your...introduction really gives me the feel that you’re fucking assured of your own self-importance, although I really can’t think of anyone stupid enough to give you a position of leadership. As for names... fuck you.”

He turns away, beginning to walk off, before stopping. “Oh, and another thing... you’re not Gods fucking gift to women, or for that matter anybody. God doesn’t give a shit about fate, we were all made to die in the end.” Despite his lack of belief in Hokum’s godliness, he did conceptually know the power of god. And fucking hated it. Omnipotent assholes...