by Heikabuchi » Wed Nov 19, '08, 6:51 pm
o O ( Mind if I make my long overdue reappearance? =P )
A rift ,similar to that of Negatis, tore a fissure ten meters ford of the now unoccupied Land-Rover. The air around the fissure boiled and cracked under the gravitational preasure caused by a figure pushing it's way through the pitch black distortion, leaving a crackling grey wake as it moved through Algo's time-space.
Once the figure had cleared the rift, the fissure mended and the air around it calmed. No longer bathed in the negative light spat out by the strange distortion, the figures features could be seen.It was male, stood somewhere around 6"1 - 6"2, and wore a formal Motavian vest and rough-cut, black leather slacks under a red,Native-Motavian full-length coat embroidered with ancient motaglyphs on either cuff. The figure lowered the hand carrying a wooden cane to it's hip.
Somewhat flustered by the strange experience of being torn from Alg'O, the system that the figure called home, it stumbled. Gathering it's bearings, the figure tucked back it's hood to reveal the face of a male that hadn't shaved in a while, and the ears of a numan. His eyes were a spotless white, indicating that he was blind.
“Iris? Sean? What just happened? Did you feel dizzy just now?”
The figure tensed as the desert wind smacked against his cheeks and a confused expression crept over his features.
“Does the air seem different to either of you?”
The numan cast an extremely low level Gra just beneath him allowing him to levitate ever-so-slightly above the Motavian sand. He fluttered forward until the front, left tread of the land-rover stopped him.
He caught himself in mid-fall, bracing his cane against the shifting sand beneath him.
“What is this? Why aren't either of you talking?”