[[OOC - While fully completed artwork does not yet exist, and powers will obviously be rewritten to better suit the game setting, this image, combined with information here should paint an accurate note of how Noa appears. Naturally, he's also wearing clothes...but that's covered by narration below.]]
[1 - THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSE-]
[He wakes to the impossible.
He can still feel his scales-the four snakes in his hair hum and hiss curiously, tasting the air from the back of his scalp. As he opens his eyes to take in his surroundings however, it becomes clearer and clearer that he is not where he was before.
He wonders initially if he is in another dream-but he woke from that, he woke from the wires and the cables that struck them all, so that is impossible.
He is still a naga. He is still a 'monster'. Yet with a jolt he realizes that his crippling hunger is no longer there, not even a ghost at the edge of his mind. The boat is built entirely different from anything Ryslig had ever seen-and even then, a boat of this scale there? The only reason they went out to sea was for fishing, or to travel to the smaller islands.
They certainly didn't fly through the air.
And it is the air that leaves him choking. It is the air that leaves him slithering off the boat and onto the island with wide eyes behind chain-strung glasses, his suit top and tail-mounted cases standing out quite starkly among what surrounds him. Not that his snake-features weren't already doing that.
By the time his voice has found him, it is for no one in particular, a wavering and shaking child's voice carrying a tone that suits his age and sounds nothing at all like how he would typically bring it forth.] ....Where...
[And he chokes again, the snakes in his hair sensing his agitation.] Where on earth is this...
[2 - There's A Scientist In All Of Us, If You Look]
[The power here did not make sense.
He had worked with technology before-well. Sort of. He had been technology was more accurate.
What he worked with was more finicky than that. Sensitive circuits charmed with magic beyond his grasp, glowing with runes that hissed if he so much as considered tapping them wrong. Liewen's laptops were a mystery he had never truly solved in the end, for all the upgrades and advancements he managed to contribute somehow. Really, it wasn't hard to impress a society whose other advancements of notes had yet to progress beyond the era of the 50s. This magic seems a little less volatile toward his presence-for that, he thanks the absence of the Fog and the Fourth, the deities so viciously at war where he last was. But as for where that leaves him now?
It leaves him with a mystery. And mysteries, he feels, ought be solved.
He has a notepad with him, as well as a pencil-and as he travels through the bridges, the streets, the buildings-anything that has some sort of magical source of energy and power flowing through it-he writes. He writes, and writes, and writes more, furiously filling page after page with observations and notes, going so far as to see if there are panels or runes he can open up for study, or merely copy down. Anything he can get to-he is getting to it.
This would probably all look far less conspicuous if he wasn't both 12 years old, and half snake.]
Noa Kaiba | Yu-Gi-Oh! DM - Ryslig CRAU
[1 - THIS IS NOT MY BEAUTIFUL HOUSE-]
[He wakes to the impossible.
He can still feel his scales-the four snakes in his hair hum and hiss curiously, tasting the air from the back of his scalp. As he opens his eyes to take in his surroundings however, it becomes clearer and clearer that he is not where he was before.
He wonders initially if he is in another dream-but he woke from that, he woke from the wires and the cables that struck them all, so that is impossible.
He is still a naga. He is still a 'monster'. Yet with a jolt he realizes that his crippling hunger is no longer there, not even a ghost at the edge of his mind. The boat is built entirely different from anything Ryslig had ever seen-and even then, a boat of this scale there? The only reason they went out to sea was for fishing, or to travel to the smaller islands.
They certainly didn't fly through the air.
And it is the air that leaves him choking. It is the air that leaves him slithering off the boat and onto the island with wide eyes behind chain-strung glasses, his suit top and tail-mounted cases standing out quite starkly among what surrounds him. Not that his snake-features weren't already doing that.
By the time his voice has found him, it is for no one in particular, a wavering and shaking child's voice carrying a tone that suits his age and sounds nothing at all like how he would typically bring it forth.] ....Where...
[And he chokes again, the snakes in his hair sensing his agitation.] Where on earth is this...
[2 - There's A Scientist In All Of Us, If You Look]
[The power here did not make sense.
He had worked with technology before-well. Sort of. He had been technology was more accurate.
What he worked with was more finicky than that. Sensitive circuits charmed with magic beyond his grasp, glowing with runes that hissed if he so much as considered tapping them wrong. Liewen's laptops were a mystery he had never truly solved in the end, for all the upgrades and advancements he managed to contribute somehow. Really, it wasn't hard to impress a society whose other advancements of notes had yet to progress beyond the era of the 50s. This magic seems a little less volatile toward his presence-for that, he thanks the absence of the Fog and the Fourth, the deities so viciously at war where he last was. But as for where that leaves him now?
It leaves him with a mystery. And mysteries, he feels, ought be solved.
He has a notepad with him, as well as a pencil-and as he travels through the bridges, the streets, the buildings-anything that has some sort of magical source of energy and power flowing through it-he writes. He writes, and writes, and writes more, furiously filling page after page with observations and notes, going so far as to see if there are panels or runes he can open up for study, or merely copy down. Anything he can get to-he is getting to it.
This would probably all look far less conspicuous if he wasn't both 12 years old, and half snake.]