09-01-2013, 07:55 AM
A smirk played across Nyx's lips as she surveyed the newcomers. On the surface, they all seemed so different... but at their core, it was clear that they shared the same fear and mistrust of magi as the people she knew back home. Maybe some were more subtle and guarded about their fear than others, but it was there. She could sense it. It reminded her of The Harrowing - how she hadn't known what to expect, what forms the demon would take, how she would be tested. She understood their fear, but it didn't mean she welcomed it. This was potentially one of the only situations Nyx had been in where she felt it would be beneficial to forge an alliance with another. Ordinarily, she would prefer to work alone.
It seemed as though the group was slowly dividing into smaller circles. Nyx liked that. Something she didn't particularly like was Garona volunteering herself to check out one of the scouting groups. Was it really safe for her to go alone? But then, what did it matter? Nobody had forced her to step up, she'd more or less announced that she was going and then strode off. Nyx could have followed, but Garona seemed quite similar to her - the conviction in her voice suggested that she, too, was used to working alone. She probably wouldn't appreciate having a mage accompany her, anyway. Nyx exhaled heavily as she turned her attention back to the group.
The others were beginning to experiment with a strange, shiny substance - she felt as though she knew the name, but she couldn't quite recall it. Omni-something. Omnilium? Holding out her hand, she studied the scar on her palm again. Suddenly, a chunk of Omnilium appeared in her hand. "Huh..." she mused, rolling it around in her hand with some degree of interest. "So, all we have to do is think about it, and it appears? Curious..." she continued, tossing it into the air and catching it again.
It was at this moment that Sinestro had made his... interesting... entrance. He seemed to be naked, a fact which Nyx observed with measured indifference. She'd seen naked men before, but usually they were more markedly human than this one. He seemed.. different, though again, Nyx couldn't quite put her finger on how. She politely averted her gaze as Ganondorf rushed to the male's aid, providing him with a new set of clothing. When the mage was reassured that the blood-stained thing was suitably dressed, she moved closer.
"How do you know so much about it?" she enquired quietly, still studying the chunk in her palm. What was she supposed to do with it? The others seemed to be absorbing it to cast spells or summon things, but how? And could Nyx really afford to reveal her abilities this soon? Surely, the group would shun her. They didn't seem to like her as it was, she didn't need to add more fuel to the fire.
Still, there was one thing that didn't seem to survive her transition from her home world to this white place... her trusted dagger. Apparently, the Omnilium sensed what she desired and saw fit to give it to her - the glowing material swirled and coalesced, taking the form of her favourite dagger. It was such a simple and unassuming weapon, but the blade was sharper than any that she had ever known. Grasping the handle firmly, she ran her finger along the tip of the blade. It cleanly broke the skin, and she bled onto the cold steel. Grinning, she wiped the blade on her robe then tucked the dagger into the hilt she always kept just inside her boot. At least that had survived.
"It seems to respond to your every desire," she continued nonchalantly, as though she hadn't just summoned a weapon. She brought the wounded finger to her lips, sucking it to stem the bleeding. "It's unlike anything I've ever known. Makes me wonder what the catch is."
It seemed as though the group was slowly dividing into smaller circles. Nyx liked that. Something she didn't particularly like was Garona volunteering herself to check out one of the scouting groups. Was it really safe for her to go alone? But then, what did it matter? Nobody had forced her to step up, she'd more or less announced that she was going and then strode off. Nyx could have followed, but Garona seemed quite similar to her - the conviction in her voice suggested that she, too, was used to working alone. She probably wouldn't appreciate having a mage accompany her, anyway. Nyx exhaled heavily as she turned her attention back to the group.
The others were beginning to experiment with a strange, shiny substance - she felt as though she knew the name, but she couldn't quite recall it. Omni-something. Omnilium? Holding out her hand, she studied the scar on her palm again. Suddenly, a chunk of Omnilium appeared in her hand. "Huh..." she mused, rolling it around in her hand with some degree of interest. "So, all we have to do is think about it, and it appears? Curious..." she continued, tossing it into the air and catching it again.
It was at this moment that Sinestro had made his... interesting... entrance. He seemed to be naked, a fact which Nyx observed with measured indifference. She'd seen naked men before, but usually they were more markedly human than this one. He seemed.. different, though again, Nyx couldn't quite put her finger on how. She politely averted her gaze as Ganondorf rushed to the male's aid, providing him with a new set of clothing. When the mage was reassured that the blood-stained thing was suitably dressed, she moved closer.
"How do you know so much about it?" she enquired quietly, still studying the chunk in her palm. What was she supposed to do with it? The others seemed to be absorbing it to cast spells or summon things, but how? And could Nyx really afford to reveal her abilities this soon? Surely, the group would shun her. They didn't seem to like her as it was, she didn't need to add more fuel to the fire.
Still, there was one thing that didn't seem to survive her transition from her home world to this white place... her trusted dagger. Apparently, the Omnilium sensed what she desired and saw fit to give it to her - the glowing material swirled and coalesced, taking the form of her favourite dagger. It was such a simple and unassuming weapon, but the blade was sharper than any that she had ever known. Grasping the handle firmly, she ran her finger along the tip of the blade. It cleanly broke the skin, and she bled onto the cold steel. Grinning, she wiped the blade on her robe then tucked the dagger into the hilt she always kept just inside her boot. At least that had survived.
"It seems to respond to your every desire," she continued nonchalantly, as though she hadn't just summoned a weapon. She brought the wounded finger to her lips, sucking it to stem the bleeding. "It's unlike anything I've ever known. Makes me wonder what the catch is."