I'm not scary...

ANCIENT FOREST ROSES

                          The forest listens softly to those who enters it

SEMI-SELECTIVE OC ASK/RP BLOG

10 YEARS OF RP EXPERIENCE

Leaving the room, He finds himself in a well decorated mansion… Seeming to take inspiration from Cyridil, and high rock. Distant machinery can be heard, but certainly much less then in the ruins, like the owners took care to hide it from sight.

A familiar purple haired sight disappears down a hall, following the sounds of stifled giggles and gently warnings about being careful.

His eyes scan the room, narrowing at the familiar designs that were mixed in with designs that were not from the same people. His eyes scanned the room, taking in all of the details of the comfortable room before cautiously pushing his way into the hallway.

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Null isn’t entirely sure how long had actually past, having fallen into a low power mode while hiding out at this bus stop in some universe... Oh dear... She blinked, looking around a bit groggily, before staggering up to her feet. She needs to get home, who knows how long she’s been out here... ... She didn’t know if Ano would be worried, but she didn’t want to wait. Ignoring a low battery warning and a few errors, she starts stumbling out of the bus stop cover, looking for a place to portal back... She didn’t expect to stumble into anyone in her daze, teetering and falling over.

“…” He’s on the verge of hyperventilating at this point, hesitant to take Null’s advice…but after a moment he forces himself to stop, body continuing to tremble as he sucks in a breath. He attempts to focus on his breathing, but…it proves too much for him to handle as he breathes out a shaky sob, a few tears escaping his eyes despite his efforts to stop them. “S-Sorry…s-s-sorry…”

..Null stands up, going over to him and silently wrapping an arm around him... It’s... Really second nature...

Oh, dang– She wordlessly looked down at her armor, then back to him as he absolutely destroyed a centurion. That was. All quite the speciticale. She didn’t even get to ask what he meant before he dropped! Oh well… Might as well get him out of here! She was going to try and drag him out first, but quickly realized that he was much taller then her, and though she was strong, that’d just be awkward… So hmm… It takes her a moment to realize she can just. Teleport home. She sets up that and easily takes the man home.

Though she does have to ask for some help to get this man into a spare bedroom, it’s not long before she’s impatiently waiting for him to get back up.

He had really tried his hardest to stay conscious until he could escape the civilization, but his body simply couldn’t push on any forward. And exerting his energy to lash out at not only the woman but the centurion took out the last of his adrenaline.

But the last thing he remembered was looking into the face of a women that was most certainly not a dwemer. At least, she didn’t look like one. But they all had at least some similarity. But he wasn’t able to linger on the thought before he passed out.

Instead he woke up in a warm blanket on a soft mattress, a far cry  from the cold room of stone and hard stone chair. And as tempting as it was to be dragged back into a comfortable sleep, he forced himself away. Tired muscles protesting as his mind began to fully turn on.

It wasn’t hard for the short woman to catch up, her brow quirked at this strange man. He looked kinda like a bean pole… Probably not from skyrim… Hm…

“So like. Why in Oblivion were you trapped in a box, sir?”

He snapped to attention, a shadow lashing out at her and snapping at her in an automatic defense. Perhaps if she was wearing Dwarven armor it would have went right through, but instead the shadow only left a long crack across the front of her armor.

He stumbled backwards, intent on putting distance between himself and the newcomer but froze at the sound of moving metal and steam. He whirled around to face a centurion. Panic set in and, perhaps with more force than needed, shadows grabbed the machine and threw it so hard against the wall it shattered into pieces.”

With the immediate threat once again gone he turned to look at the woman. He blinked once.

Whoa–! She quickly side-stepped the shadows as the poured out, watching, dumbfounded, as the man ran off… Was she supposed to give chase? Who did she even unleash on the world? By the Nine, this was probably a mistake– Oh well, not the first time she’s made one. She’s quick to haul her ebony armor’d ass up and follow him, at a safe distance. He looked ready to drop, so maybe he’ll get tired before he goes too far–

The only thing keeping him going was his adrenaline, his body still exhausted and his vision once again going blurry, but there was no possible way that he was going to give the Dwemer another chance at recapturing him. 

So he pushed on until he couldn’t, which given his physical state, was only a few hallways over.