Kyber Salurra
Scrapyard Savant
After thoroughly examining the ground to which his helmet had been planted so firmly into, he attempted to sit up, wondering why he had survived such a dramatic fall. Really soft dirt? Before he could access those thoughts further, an owl came and grabbed him suddenly, pulling him up in the air. It was all clear to Kyber now. Kyber had indeed died, and this supernaturally strong owl is ready to carry him to his fate. Either that or this was a very interesting dream. Kyber decided to roll with it, and this seemingly magical wormhole.
During the few seconds Kyber had to process what was going on before he hit the water, he noticed two women walking towards him from his strange falling perspective. After letting his helmet's visor clean itself of the dirt from earlier with this fresh raging river water, he stood up slowly, the stream slowly stirring as he stood up from his awkward position. Upon closer inspection he noticed there were not two, but three women (if the tiny creature was considered one? He didn't wish to be rude). Well, there goes his Menage a Troi fantasy and any hopes of this being one of 'those' kind of dreams. Maybe there's something known as a Menage a Quatro? Doubtful. Anyway, back to reality- or whatever substitute this was. After realizing he'd been standing there quietly for a few seconds he'd put up a solitary hand in a sort of silent greeting before attempting to speak. However, the stream water somehow had gotten into his helmet, allowing a short burst of clicks and static screeches to exit his helmet's speakers before sorting itself out and giving Kyber the oppurtunity to speak for himself, to which he did so graciously with words no woman could resist...
"Hi..."
// [member="The Page Master"] // [member="Sheila"] // [member="Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha"] // [member="Lady Kay"] //
During the few seconds Kyber had to process what was going on before he hit the water, he noticed two women walking towards him from his strange falling perspective. After letting his helmet's visor clean itself of the dirt from earlier with this fresh raging river water, he stood up slowly, the stream slowly stirring as he stood up from his awkward position. Upon closer inspection he noticed there were not two, but three women (if the tiny creature was considered one? He didn't wish to be rude). Well, there goes his Menage a Troi fantasy and any hopes of this being one of 'those' kind of dreams. Maybe there's something known as a Menage a Quatro? Doubtful. Anyway, back to reality- or whatever substitute this was. After realizing he'd been standing there quietly for a few seconds he'd put up a solitary hand in a sort of silent greeting before attempting to speak. However, the stream water somehow had gotten into his helmet, allowing a short burst of clicks and static screeches to exit his helmet's speakers before sorting itself out and giving Kyber the oppurtunity to speak for himself, to which he did so graciously with words no woman could resist...
"Hi..."
// [member="The Page Master"] // [member="Sheila"] // [member="Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha"] // [member="Lady Kay"] //