A. there's worse ways to go; arrival. [ But he can't say he ever thought he'd end up in a place like this.
Truth be told, he hadn't had a damn clue what was waiting for him when he stared off into that rising sun and gently wished for the young King to rule well before slipping away from life itself. Maybe he'd be greeted with a job well done from those old Kings but nah, that didn't really seem their style, did it? Maybe his own King, the one he had stuck beside and served as a glaive until the bitter end. Or maybe his sister... the one he couldn't protect. Maybe he'd see her smile again. Would have been nice.
Instead, he's met with the gentle rocking of a boat, the alarm of a horn sounding distant but yet so close at the same time, and darkness. A whole lot of darkness. ]
What the hell..?
[ Having more than likely not been the first to have such a reaction to all of this, when the boat comes to dock and the people begin to depart, Nyx follows in a sort of daze with device in one hand and a lantern in the other. Scarring from what appears to be burning from the inside run across his throat and crawl along the side of his face, skin ashen, moreso on his left arm, and clothing disheveled, torn in various places. Doesn't exactly look like the belle of the ball with his arrival here but hey, not like he packed anything with him prior to winding up here.
But rather than continue on with the crowd, he finds himself pausing, a glance given off in the direction of the shore and he steps off to the side of the docks, standing there as he takes in just how much darkness there is around him here. Great. Just great. That actually gets a sigh out of him and his jaw grows tight. ]
Not exactly sure what I expected, but I can't really say this is it.
B. it's rainin' sideways. ( 1 ) [ The thunder is enough to rattle the windows in shops and cabins and you would think that would serve as fair warning for what's to come and encourage anyone to take immediate shelter. Apparently it's not enough for one Nyx Ulric as he sloshes through the wind and downpour. Honestly? Could be worse, plus, great way to finally get a shower, right? Silver linings, silver linings.
But even Nyx has to admit this is a little much (it's that wind above all else) and it's why he rounds the first corner he sees and ducks himself into the doorway of whatever shop or establishment this may be, all for a chance to get out of the wind and the rain. As it turns out? Looks like he's not alone there and as he rubs his hand over his face to hold his chin, he chuckles some then, hand dropping as he presses a shoulder to the door, staring off into the storm. ]
Looks like I'm not the only idiot out here, huh?
( 2 ) [ The thunder is enough to rattle the windows in shops and cabins and you would think that would serve as fair warning for what's to come and encourage anyone to take immediate shelter. Apparently it's not enough for one Nyx Ulric as he sloshes through the wind and downpour. Honestly? Could be worse, plus, great way to finally get a shower, right? Silver linings, silver linings.
But what might not be worse for him, seems to be for another because in his trudging through the storm, he catches sight of the pisspoor attempt at a form of shelter cave in and hurries his way over at what sounds like a cry for help. Little hard to tell with the wind and the rain and that thunder rattling everything.
Placing a hand on a broken beam, he pushes the one stacked beside it, enough to wedge himself through just a bit. ]
You sure picked a helluva place to take shelter in.
C. wildcard; bonfire. [ The entire time he's been here, he's felt a little out of sorts with everything. Who wouldn't when you find out this is where you've apparently landed rather than some heaven in the sky for the afterlife? The actual being dead thing doesn't really bother him, truth be told; his life couldn't even compare to the future and those who deserved a chance to see it. It's just all this darkness is a little too close to home with what he's left behind and what the others - what the young King - have to prevent from happening. So to be in a place where it sort of feels like what could very well happen if everything goes to shit back home? Little unsettling, just a bit. But hey, not like he had much of a say in coming here to begin with, right? So he intends to just sit in front of the bonfire on one of these benches here and listen to the crackles that come off it while trying not to have thoughts wander too far. Just enough to call out to whoever might be closest to the flames. ]
Wouldn't really poke that too much if I were you.
[ From what he's gathered? Seems to be pretty damn important around here ]
nyx ulric ( ffxv: kingsglaive )
[ But he can't say he ever thought he'd end up in a place like this.
Truth be told, he hadn't had a damn clue what was waiting for him when he stared off into that rising sun and gently wished for the young King to rule well before slipping away from life itself. Maybe he'd be greeted with a job well done from those old Kings but nah, that didn't really seem their style, did it? Maybe his own King, the one he had stuck beside and served as a glaive until the bitter end. Or maybe his sister... the one he couldn't protect. Maybe he'd see her smile again. Would have been nice.
Instead, he's met with the gentle rocking of a boat, the alarm of a horn sounding distant but yet so close at the same time, and darkness. A whole lot of darkness. ]
What the hell..?
[ Having more than likely not been the first to have such a reaction to all of this, when the boat comes to dock and the people begin to depart, Nyx follows in a sort of daze with device in one hand and a lantern in the other. Scarring from what appears to be burning from the inside run across his throat and crawl along the side of his face, skin ashen, moreso on his left arm, and clothing disheveled, torn in various places. Doesn't exactly look like the belle of the ball with his arrival here but hey, not like he packed anything with him prior to winding up here.
But rather than continue on with the crowd, he finds himself pausing, a glance given off in the direction of the shore and he steps off to the side of the docks, standing there as he takes in just how much darkness there is around him here. Great. Just great. That actually gets a sigh out of him and his jaw grows tight. ]
Not exactly sure what I expected, but I can't really say this is it.
B. it's rainin' sideways.
( 1 ) [ The thunder is enough to rattle the windows in shops and cabins and you would think that would serve as fair warning for what's to come and encourage anyone to take immediate shelter. Apparently it's not enough for one Nyx Ulric as he sloshes through the wind and downpour. Honestly? Could be worse, plus, great way to finally get a shower, right? Silver linings, silver linings.
But even Nyx has to admit this is a little much (it's that wind above all else) and it's why he rounds the first corner he sees and ducks himself into the doorway of whatever shop or establishment this may be, all for a chance to get out of the wind and the rain. As it turns out? Looks like he's not alone there and as he rubs his hand over his face to hold his chin, he chuckles some then, hand dropping as he presses a shoulder to the door, staring off into the storm. ]
Looks like I'm not the only idiot out here, huh?
( 2 ) [ The thunder is enough to rattle the windows in shops and cabins and you would think that would serve as fair warning for what's to come and encourage anyone to take immediate shelter. Apparently it's not enough for one Nyx Ulric as he sloshes through the wind and downpour. Honestly? Could be worse, plus, great way to finally get a shower, right? Silver linings, silver linings.
But what might not be worse for him, seems to be for another because in his trudging through the storm, he catches sight of the pisspoor attempt at a form of shelter cave in and hurries his way over at what sounds like a cry for help. Little hard to tell with the wind and the rain and that thunder rattling everything.
Placing a hand on a broken beam, he pushes the one stacked beside it, enough to wedge himself through just a bit. ]
You sure picked a helluva place to take shelter in.
C. wildcard; bonfire.
[ The entire time he's been here, he's felt a little out of sorts with everything. Who wouldn't when you find out this is where you've apparently landed rather than some heaven in the sky for the afterlife? The actual being dead thing doesn't really bother him, truth be told; his life couldn't even compare to the future and those who deserved a chance to see it. It's just all this darkness is a little too close to home with what he's left behind and what the others - what the young King - have to prevent from happening. So to be in a place where it sort of feels like what could very well happen if everything goes to shit back home? Little unsettling, just a bit. But hey, not like he had much of a say in coming here to begin with, right? So he intends to just sit in front of the bonfire on one of these benches here and listen to the crackles that come off it while trying not to have thoughts wander too far. Just enough to call out to whoever might be closest to the flames. ]
Wouldn't really poke that too much if I were you.
[ From what he's gathered? Seems to be pretty damn important around here ]