Zyngard

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@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.

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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.

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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.

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@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...

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@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.

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@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.

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@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...

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@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.”