Bryt-Nathal

The Rants of Bryt Nathal, Engineer, Tinkerer, Whisper Agent.

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[brytnathal]

Test

[erenjeagerswifey]

Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.

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[military-life]

[rocketcandycouture]

Headcanon meme~

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

[brytnathal]

“Been a while since I have worked on a crafting a new firearm. Forgot how well it clears your mind of any ill thoughts of past or present. Its soothing, now lets hope this /slightly/ shady customer will be paying with coin and not try running like the last one. I am running low on ammo to shoot them with..” (Link to original video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lfo1QUGfWZE)

[brytnathal]

Road so Far

He rose from the ground he called a bed grunting as he rubbed his shoulder once he was fully standing. The tattered clothed man that was Bryt looked to the ashen ruins of the old home of his. He sighed heavily shaking his head as he kicked the rubble with his boot. "Shame, last place I had too." he stucks his hands in his pockets and began to walk off calling to Beta. "C'mon Beta, time to head back up the round. Or prehaps head up river where it is not tainted for some good ol' fashion home cooking." The tiny red golemite followed close to his masters heels calling. "Yay food!" it called out as Beta followed Bryt in his usualy toddler like voice.

Bryt chuckled as he looked around the peaceful town of Triskel Quay. "Tis a shame I have to leave, but I got nothing left here really...And that new minister elect ingored my question to enjoy her feast." He grunted them muttered "Selfish bitch." Rolling his eyes before placing his goggles over his eyes to protect the scared and weaker eye of his. "Maybe Raiden will pull through and get something done. Only real contact I got left, since Heil cut contact off with me and Ruby backstabbed me."

He shook his head sighing. "Rather not go back to my fellow lanterns, doubt they want to deal with the wreck I have become. The few faces I knew there probably are not even around anymore." his hands slipped back into his pockets and he made his way out of his home town and hit the road, "Maybe I'll be lucky and nab a quick job so we can sleep in a building today" he added as he walked.

[brytnathal]

"Blood for Coin."

  "Hurry, before the Lionguard realize they are missing a caravan and send men to look for it!" A large fellow barked at three others as they went to hide supplies in the nearby risen infested swamps of Gendarren. "Moving as fast as we can boss!" a rather scrawny and oily haired bandit said as he struggled with lifting a larger barrel. "Its not fast enough! Work faster if you want your cut of the job! Our four legged friends paid much for this to happen." An average height man spoke next, clad in tarnished iron armor. "Maybe if you helped out we could be done by now." he added in. "What did you say?!" The large man barked once more 'Why I should gut you right he-" He was cut off as the scrawny man fell over with a distant sounding gunshot. His oily hair slowly began to turn red as blood flowed from his head.

  "What's in grenths name!" Said the last bandit dawned in tattered brown leathers with a simple rusty sword. "Gods damn it, Lionguard!" The leader said as he looked around. The plated bandit begin to look around before he attempted to remove his shield from his back "I don't see any Liongua- ACK!" The tarnished iron bandit fell to the ground dead next a bullet wound straight through his head. "Damn, Damn this is not worth it, not one bit!" Exclaimed the tattered one. "On me we are getting out with what we can carry!" The leader announced before they grabbed what they could and bolted into the swamps.

  Thanks to the efforts on culling the Risen their presence in the swamp was not high that day, they maneuvered around the rest with ease as they neared their cave hideout. The stopped dead in their tracks as they saw a small red golemite in front of it playing with a rather shiny apple. "What the?" The boss exclaimed "Get that thing away from the hideout!"  "No, no way it could be a trap!" The last living goon of his said. "What? C'mon its a tiny bucket with an apple. What's it going to do flail helplessly at you until you die?" He nodded towards his boss "A....Aye you're right." he set his box of stolen goods down and slowly approached the Golemite. He went to speak but flinched in fear as the golemite turned to him and waved 'HI!" It exclaimed in a hyper and friendly voice.

  He looked baffled and spoke back to the red golemite. "Uh...Hello...can you....um...leave?" The golemite shook his body as someone would shake their head no. "No, must find safe spot for apple!" The golemite said as he stood his ground. The bandit looked to his boss who seemed to be getting more mad by the second, then back to the Golemite. "How about I ke- I mean hide it for you?" "OK!" The golemite responded instantly and gave him the shiny apple as he ran off into the treelines. The bandit chuckled and tossed the apple into the air and went to take a bite from it.  He grunted in pain as he bit into, metal.

  He furrowed his brows at the metallic apple, he heard a faint click sound coming from inside it. He raised it to his head to listen for a few seconds and looked to his boss who was approching but a good distance away still. "OI! Boss this apple is ti-" He was cut off as the metallic apple exploded into fire and smoke. The bandit boss grunted and raised his arm to cover his eyes as the rather large blast went off. Once the smoke settled he looked to his dead bandit recruit and grunted "Damn the six!" He exclaimed as he picked up both boxes of goods "More for me.." he grumbled as he walked into the the cave and set the crates down along with the few others his men placed in before they were attacked. "Well, time to make some gold. After laying low that is." the bandit said to himself

  The bandit boss slowly turned around as he heard clicking boots against the stone floor of the cave. He unsheathed his longsword and pointed towards the sound. "Who's there?" He demanded as he looked to the figure that walked into his line of sight. A tall man, wrapped in worn brown dusters attire, a black leather and steel plated optical sight covering part of a scared face, and light grey-black hair that seemed to flow naturally back as if wind had pushed it, with the red golemite as his legs. "YOU!" The once bandit boss said as the the man pulled out a revolver and pointed it his direction. "What you gonna do with that six shot pea-shooter?" He chuckled before the man in front of him spoke in a raspy tone.

  "Check the crates you stole." he said with a smirk as his gun barrel followed the bandits motion as he did so. His face was full of horror once he opened three of the boxes, three by his feet. Two full of gunpowder and the other of, fireworks? He looked to the man, and put his sword down waving dismissing and pleading hands. 'C'mon, we can work something out? How about 2 gold and the rest of the supplies?" he said desperately. "With what your kind has taken from me? Never" The duster looking man said as he let loose a shot that landed infront of the bandit causing the boxes to go off in a wild explosions. The killer, Bryt turned and bolted grabbing onto the Red Golemite Beta-7. With a few clicks against the floor his boots let loose a burst of fire as they launched him and Beta out of the cave.

  Bryt grunted as he slowly stood up shaking the mud and grime off of his furnace like helmet. He looked to the little Golemite of his and helped the little one to its mechanical feet. "Here you guy buddy." The golemite threw its hands in the air screaming "YAAY!"  The golemite looked to the cave then to Bryt "Money for food now??" Bryt nods "Aye, I will be eating well and you'll get some proper maintenance." The golemite cheer again as it led Bryt out of the risen infested swamps.

[brytnathal]

"Home, gone."

Smoke filled the room, trapped by the cold stone walls that enclosed his lab. Bryt awoke with a coughing fit. His eyes slowly opened as he peered through his cracked goggles. His head turned left to right as he saw the carnage all around him, dead bodies of human assailants and the torn and destroyed remains of his golemites Gamma, Theta, and Delta. He turned his head and looked down at his chest, narrowing his brows as he looked at the large dead man ontop of him. Bryt's and his friends dog tags shoved into the attackers head. With a grunt Bryt shoved the body off him. He slowly stood up and his legs wobbled violently before he gained his footing. He gripped his side in pain as he felt the reason why he went down int he first place. His left knee slammed on the ground as he once again took a look at the carnage, his home, the last of his lively hood has been put to the torch. Pushing himself back up with his free hand and he made his towards the exit, his arm quickly covered his cracked goggles as he grunted large debris of rock and support beam fell infront of him. Bryt quickly darted to the back, taking his new revolver, rifle, and backpack with him.

He ventured through the winding tunnels and he came to a dead end, or what seemed to be one. He slammed his shoulder into the wall once, twice, three times before a loud click was heard and the switch was hit. He watched as a opening cracked open and he crawled up from the ground. The hidden hatch closed swiftly almost catching his boots as he dragged himself to a nearby tree. A frown grew on his face as he watched his home burn in the distant, seeing the ant like people form his view up above surrounded it, with attempts to put the fire out or just idly watch.

He felt tears swelling in his eyes, he shut his eyes tightly down to keep himself from doing so but it was no good. As the first few tears begin to roll across his soot covered cheeks his ears perked up as he heard a robotic yet chidlish voice call out "DADDY" And he found a red golemites arms around his arm he used to support himself up. Bryt for once in a long time, smiled and patted the golemites head. "Hey there Beta.." He said in a raspy tired voice. Beta let go of Bryt "Message received Defend home!" Beta repeated he had gotten Bryt's command to return home, Bryt muttered a quick prayer to the gods that he wasn't there with the other three. The golemite turned to face home then to Bryt "Home, gone?" Bryt slowly nodded "Yes.." The Golemite let loose a recording of a child sniffing before he spoke again "Like mommy?" He frowned and forced himself up "Yes, just like mommy." He took the Golemites hand and begin to walk off. "Where go?" The golemite asked Bryt sighed "To find a doctor, a medic someone to help." The Golemite shot out a cheerful sound "Where home now?" Bryt sighed once more shaking his head lightly  "Where the wind takes us now buddy..."

[brytnathal]

"Home, for now."

Bryt kicked off what dust from Dry Top that clung to his dusters attire. He looked to the door of his home, he had been gone for almost a month know doing various assignments for the Order. One of his favorite moments was sabotaging the inquest, he chuckled as he remembered seeing the aftermath of them tripping on several rigged platforms at once. Explosions everywhere, he even threw in a few fireworks to light up the sky. A wonderful site, it made him chuckle lightly, which felt nice to him, he had not smile little alone chuckle in months now. He swung open the door of his lonely home and closed it behind him, setting the wooden block behind the door down, locking it. He removed his mask and goggles and sighed out of relief.  "Good to be ho-" He was cut short with a loud 'THUD, THUD, THUD.' against his door, as if someone was trying to break in. He peeked through a small crack in the wooden door and saw four cloaked men at his door. And one was about to ram his shoulder at the door. Bryt's brows furrowed as he grabbed his mask and goggles and quickly opened then sealed his secret labs entry. Darting down the long cold stone tunnels mumbling "Shit, Shit, Shit."

[brytnathal]

"New gun."

"Had to get rid of my previous side arm. Spent the last few days making one for myself. This is the final product, I am fine with the engravings. Proud I can still do this stuff, its felt nice to work one something again. Maybe I'll be lucky and get a contract to build something soon....or blow something up that works too.." "What to do with my old one? Send it back? Scrap and reuse it? Don't know.."

[brytnathal]

I See it Clearly

"She never cared. She never did, everything was a lie and I wast bested by a lier." He spoke in the same cold and emotionless voice to his recording golemite.

"That has been made clear. I doubted it but last night when she showed up and spoke, how she acted, how she spoke and what she said." He shook his head. "Sorry? Is that all she had to say? That would have been a good start  a /MONTH/ ago before I've inflicted so much pain on myself cause of -her-"

"Then casually asking me to come back to work? Really? That selfish bitch. Heil was right, I should have listened to him. She has her own goals in mind and will hurt anyone for them. She did not love me, she used me. Like a damned rag, and I was too love strucken like a puppy to see it. But that will not be a problem anymore. No emotion, no getting attached. No getting attached, I will not feel this pain again."

"She looked at me like I was a gross monster, I doubt she even thought my new scars are her fault. The finger replacement, is mine I fucked up there. But my larger self, (Not body fat, muscle so its not a negative I should say he mumble in a note.) " 

"Bah, Balthazar burn it and Grenth take it. I've got bigger problems then to worry about that red headed lier. Like payments on the house, and finding a new job...I wonder if Heil's offer still stands. Or if I can find a local here to do some work for."

[brytnathal]

Ruby arrived in Triskellion and went to the house that Bryt had shown her before to visit. She had Beta in tow who was trudging along the path as if he was missing his favorite thing. At some point, all a whirlwind, Ruby found herself sitting in front of Bryt. She groaned as she lowered herself into the chair he provided. "Hi. I'm sorry. Also, you should come back to Peony. You're missed, oh and Beta's been acting weird." She lifted the mopey robot to sit up on the chair with her.

He opened the door as he heard someone in front of it. He opened the door, the young Nathal was not scrawny anymore not the slightest. In a blood, oil, and grease stained grey T-shirt and his normal jeans, black combat boots, and the pair of Seraph tags dangled from his neck, his optic monocle missing still. He stood in front of her. He motioned for her to enter with barely a word coming from him. He still seemed to be a void of emotion.He listened to her grabbing a cigarette from the table in his house. He lifted his right hand, his index finger was gone, replaced with a clockwork replacement. Faint ticking came from it as it moved, and with a small movement it sparked a small flame he used to light his cigarette. He kept to the opposite side of the room. He raised a brow at the mopey child like golemite."The apology is appreciated, but too late." He said in a cold voice. "Sorry if it sounds blunt, but as you know I am truthful and blunt a strength and weakness." He walked over back to his table which seemed covered in broken and warped creations of his from the past few weeks. "I can't go back to Peony, I would explain but I'd rather not see you cry. If you still wish to know, I will tell." he rummaged through the junk pile on the table as he spoke pulling out a metallic apple. Grasping it in his right hand walking over to Ruby and Beta. Handing the metallic apple to him, the Golemite would become happier, but not fully with it in its hands. "He just missed his favorite toy." His right arm seemed to be covered in fresh, wicked and jagged scars, and index finger replaced with a clockwork powered replacement.He walked back to the table, puffing out a bit of smoke as he sat down across from Ruby, a good distance apart but not on the other side of the room. "I can tweak Beta up quickly in the lab to remove all of the mopey nature if you want. Probably a bug from when I reprogrammed him."

[brytnathal]

"Where are my clothes?"

He narrowed his eyes as Raiden was at his door asking such an odd question. He tilted his head at Raiden as he pondered the thought, when he spoke his voice was cold and emotionless. "Your clothing? I assume from your last check up with your arm?" He shrugged "Dunno why you left in such a hurry and ran out without your gloves, shirts and boots.""Follow me inside then, got a pile of clothes I don't wear anymore I tear up and make into rags to save money since I am currently without a job. If yours are there feel free to take them back."He flicked his clockwork finger and a light flame came from it. Bryt lighted a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He was silent for a few moments before blowing out some smoke and speaking up again. "Since I am no longer not an employee of Peony, best to have Ruby or others under her employment check it out. Unless you want me too still, that is completely up to you."He looked down from Raiden to his metallic finger playing with it as he went silent. Smoking the cigarette as he waited for Raiden to find his cloths, or leave.

[brytnathal]

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

"My parents know."

"Don’t go."

"You’re under arrest."

"Just let me die."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"Make me."

"Kiss me you idiot."

"I didn’t do it."

"That isn’t mine."

"Marry me?"

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Be mine."

"You owe me."

"Just relax."

"I already regret this."

"Where are my clothes?"

"You could have killed someone!"

"I think I broke it."

"Do you love me?"

"We need to talk."

"Never again."

"Do I know you?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"Well that was unexpected."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"I just want to cuddle."

"I can’t even look at you."

"What happened to you?"

"Don’t you dare."

"I missed you."

"This stays between us."

"I need a hug."

"I could kill you!"

"Kiss me."

"You’re so weird."

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You coward."

"You’re all out of ____."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"This seems familiar."

"You lied to me!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Explain yourself."

"Where were you?"

"You drive me crazy!"

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Just leave me alone."

"I need a drink."

"What were you thinking?"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I’m going to be sick."

"For you, I would _____"

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Give it back."

"I have to go."

"Shut up and listen."

"Do you remember this?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"Take responsibility."

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Give me another chance."

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"You mean everything to me."

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I miss you so very much."

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"Just five more minutes."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"What are we doing here?"

"Do you trust me?"

"That sounds painful."

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"That was a bad plan."

"That looked easier on TV."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"I didn’t know you could do that."

[brytnathal]

Nightmares and Blood

He tried to sleep, something he hasn't in a long time. It was a mistake, a very big one.

He shook and stirred violently in bed as his wounded mind began to eat at him even more. His face cringed in pain as he was dragged to his past, pain-filled event after another.

First, he watched helplessly as he was bound to a crude and savage wooden structure. Watching in the distance as bandit and centaur tortured his fellow squad mates all around him. He looked to his side, as his childhood friend, protector, brother. Screamed in agony as a hot rod stabbed his body. The bandit looking to Bryt "Tell us." he said, but Bryt could not. He didn't even remember what they wanted.

So next he watched his friend jack get gutted alive, like a animal infront of him with a rusty blade. His death slow, painful and loud. Bryt shook like a savage screaming. "JACK" over and over again as he did he best to break free. But his bindings only buried themselves in his skin, tearing his flesh asunder and causing blood to slowly flow. He continued until he was lashed like an animal and the scene faded into rage filled beast like screams. The scars on his back burned as he slept

The next was brief, it was a small calm before the storm. Bryt stood next to someones side constantly, only to be thrown away and used like a rag. That face, the name, the person. He could not bring himself to name.

Next, he was dragged to his father death bed. The man who kept the young Nathal up during all of his most vulnerable moments. He watched slowly as the life from his father slowly wilted away, and Bryt was powerless to help him.

Again, it changed. He walked home his shop on the Balthazar high road. Seeing it closed, and he lost so much that day. His original golemite, his fathers journal, his mothers Rapier. He spent three hard weeks in the streets of the reach. Mugged, pitied, beaten, attacked, made vulnerable. 

The next caused him the most, being the most recent. He fell in love once again, in a vulnerable state, she had no idea how hard it was to let her in. He told her his biggest fear was losing her, like he did with everyone else he once held dear. He slowly began to change back to his old self, a more confident, bold, braver man. But then it changed.

He was once again tossed aside, used like a rag for another better cleaner one. It ended just like the last which already drove the vulnerable man into a broken state of mind.

The scene changed again, this time he was alone in his workshop, his new wounds on his hands still slowly bled as he looked to a pistol custom made for him. He took it, shaking in his hand as he brought it to his head. With a bang, he awoke sweating, shaking, panting.  He shook his head then looked to his shoulder, a bullet wound... He looked to his hand and dropped the gun as he saw it. His body paled completely as he began to cry again, alone surrounded  by stone cold walls. "Whats wrong with me...I need to stop...I need something to distract me..." He quickly went to patch himself up. Once his nerves were calmed down he grunted and fell to the ground and begin to push himself up with his hands, over and over again. He had a desire to hurt himself for bringing himself into this pain, pain he was warned that would come by Heil, and Bryt did not listen. But Bryt did not want to die, six forbid by his own hand. But the burn he felt as he stood up and darted outside and ran around all of Kessex suited the desire for pain he had, for now this routine would continue in his time of painful solitude.