Aeternus
|This marks the start of the Roleplay: "The Aftermath of the Blood Eclipse".|
Years had passed since the Mare had fallen. Tyr'Ryttal had met very few of his kin since the war. More often than not they where on the move, much like he was. The Races had since disbanded their allegiance to one-another which released a great stress on both Tyr'Ryttal and his kin.
He had no real home, but he refused to truly leave the place which he had called home for Aeons. Tyr'Ryttal had been on the move ever since the War. He had traveled through several realms and planes. No matter how far he traveled, he always found himself returning to the realm known as "The Abyssmal".
The Abyssmal was split evenly into eight sectors; Nemphis, Erufe, Deimos, Paladian, Ueros, Loryn, Varsai and Crynee. These sectors had no clear border, save for Nemphis and Paladian. Paladian still showed signs of the War. Most of the "earth" that made up Paladian was scorched green or red. Several of the Sigils used to construct portals remained, some broken and ruined while others remained in pristine condition.
Nemphis lay in ruins as well. The old Mare Sector was the eventual end of Tyr'Ryttal and his kin. The Races invaded from Paladian and marched towards Nemphis. Through the war the land that united the sectors became charred and brittle. The remains of some sectors are but floating islands, while others remain intact for the most part.
Tyr'Ryttal found himself coasting through The Abyssmal in his Vehicle, Nyx. He obtained Nyx long ago, aiding another Mare in taking care of some Bounty Hunters that remained from the War. Nyx let out a subtle hum and it coasted past Nemphis. Tyr'Ryttal didn't give it a glance. He'd seen it time and time again. Maybe one day he could restore it into it's former glory. Until then, however, he would be but a floater.
Deveritus
"So you mean to tell me that you didn't notice an anomaly in space-time behind your vehicle," Cyndeil says with a shake of his head. "Nevermind. No, I was not under attack, and no, I did not mean to come here. Quite frankly, I'm stuck here until I figure out exactly where 'here' is and how one goes about returning to where I come from," he answered simply, sharply. "And I can't pray for another anomaly because the last of the residual radiation wore off with this last one; I'm completely stuck here in the Abyssmal."
His dark brown eyes stayed on Tyr'Ryttal the entire time, surveying him in silence. He bore the look that vaguely reminded him of his father. He didn't like that, but the reason why was something that only he knew; not even his brother knew of the "why".
"But I'm more interested in why this girl," he said as his gaze, and head, turned to Lyzett, "looks like she's a hit or two away from driving scrap metal."
Aeternus
Nyx floated silently, save for the soft humming of it's blasters. Seconds passed as Tyr'Ryttal sat dormant, deciding on whether or not these individuals where a threat. 'Surely they'd have attacked by now, if they where a threat.' He thought to himself. He'd watch their moments for but a minute longer before before the soft purr of the blasters would fade away.
Silence.
As the female took her helmet off Tyr'Ryttal came to notice he was the only one that was hiding. After a moments thought he flicked the button on the right handle bar that would draw the windshield back into it's backwards position. Tyr'Ryttal released the handles, sitting up right on his seat, which looked to be similar to that of a motorcycle, driven on his stomach.
Tyr'Ryttal's armour was shrouded in the darkness Nyx cast upon him, save for the scarf that wrapped around his mouth and nose. As a Mare, he did not need oxygen to survive, though noxious gasses and the sort would make breathing a little harder. He stretched his arms, causing them to crack before he'd rest them on each of his legs.
"It's very rare to experience an intrusion of The Abysmal." He stated simply. "Let alone two of them. Pardon my hostile actions." He said. Tyr'Ryttal's voice was low, an ethereal undertone prominent. He took a glance to Cyndiel first. "You don't look like you where under attack. Curious; what brings you to the Abysmal?" He asked. He took a glance towards Lyzett, though did not speak with her yet. He took note of the damage of her vehicle. If she was hostile, it wouldn't be wise for her to attack in such a state. Tyr'Ryttal remained neutral, as he knew nothing of the two individuals.
Deveritus
Cyndeil looked at the vehicle that was questioning which side he, and then a few moments later, the other vehicle, belonged to. It was a black-and-white question, and quite frankly, Cyndeil could fall into either depending on how this exchange went. He studied the vehicle that was pointing itself towards him and the other person. He didn't give a damn about the other figure, and he even smiled a little at Nyx and whoever might be piloting it. They might have been able to note that the vehicle didn't have many offensive capabilities, aside from maybe ramming into things, however they couldn't have known the full extent of its gravitational MagiTech functioning; blaster or not, they'd see a curious result if they fired. Cyndeil almost dared him to, mentally.
"Well that depends," he said, showing absolutely no concern over the fact that Nyx was about to shoot if the wrong answer was given, or if he had reasonable suspicion that he, or they, were going to attack. "You attack me even once and I will obliterate you," he stated calmly. There was a reason that he never added offensive features to his vehicle, and if Nyx and its pilot attacked, they would find out. "No second chances. You don't shoot, and perhaps we can get along." He turned his gaze over to the second vehicle that suddenly showed up in the mix. This was a strange day for everyone, it seemed. Or at least, it was for Cyndeil and Tyr'Ryttal. Cyndeil hadn't planned on a spacial-temporal anomaly, and Tyr'Ryttal hadn't planned on... visitors.
Judging by what looked almost like an attack on the vehicle, Cyndeil had assumed that she just escaped from some sort of conflict. This amused him. Her vehicle seemed a little less likely to be able to successfully defend from an attack. This begged the question, though; whose vehicle was more defensively equipped? And would he have to find out?
His gaze turned back to the first vehicle—Nyx. He waited to see how they would respond, his grip still on either handlebar.