Transporting to a new plane of existence is not entirely new. It hasn't been since that spark inside of him found its catalyst, a night he tried very hard not to remember most days, and had transported him so very far from his home. It's that same sensation that sucks him through now, popping him out somewhere unfamiliar, and for a moment he just stands there in the middle of the street, eyes darting back and forth as he takes in what just happened.
"...huh."
Standing of the middle of the sidewalk, to the standard observer, is a young man. Tall, slender, with dark hair streaked with white and vibrant robes of red and blue fabric belted about his person. Much more noticeably there's also a large brass-colored gauntlet on one arm, thick and heavy-looking, with wires feeding back to a canister-like device attached to his back. Sparks appear to be traveling back and forth through those wires, providing an electric-blue glow to both.
And for a moment, he appears to narrow his eyes, concentrate very fixedly on something...only for nothing to occur. Both eyebrows lift. "Ohhhhhh, that's not good," he murmurs, more to himself than anyone present and between clenched teeth, before taking another strained look around him with a turn on his heel.
Ral Zarek | Magic: the Gathering
Transporting to a new plane of existence is not entirely new. It hasn't been since that spark inside of him found its catalyst, a night he tried very hard not to remember most days, and had transported him so very far from his home. It's that same sensation that sucks him through now, popping him out somewhere unfamiliar, and for a moment he just stands there in the middle of the street, eyes darting back and forth as he takes in what just happened.
"...huh."
Standing of the middle of the sidewalk, to the standard observer, is a young man. Tall, slender, with dark hair streaked with white and vibrant robes of red and blue fabric belted about his person. Much more noticeably there's also a large brass-colored gauntlet on one arm, thick and heavy-looking, with wires feeding back to a canister-like device attached to his back. Sparks appear to be traveling back and forth through those wires, providing an electric-blue glow to both.
And for a moment, he appears to narrow his eyes, concentrate very fixedly on something...only for nothing to occur. Both eyebrows lift. "Ohhhhhh, that's not good," he murmurs, more to himself than anyone present and between clenched teeth, before taking another strained look around him with a turn on his heel.