Zvso – A Roleplay

[Channelknight Fadran]

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Meanwhile, Elya punches at nothing in slow-mo.

 

[Mystic Syn she/her]

3 hours ago, The Unknown Aon said:

A medium tremor runs through the building as the man transported away. "Whoah, what's with the attack, what did I do?" Somewhere in the process, his knife had elongated and a pair of brass knuckles had formed on his hand.

Ji didn’t say anything, only scowling further; however, his blades faded, becoming less solid as he put a little less concentration.

[Fallapede]

Raviid walked out of the room, releasing Elya as he did. "Who's this now? Are we getting another gremlin for the pile?"

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

It should be somewhere around here... Lyanör thought, searching for the base she'd heard of. She heard noises from a nearby abandoned building, noises that sounded like fighting. That must be it. She cautiously approached, opening the door slowly.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Huh, Elya thought as she was released.

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanör opened the door and...just stood in the doorway. She would've helped with the fight, but she had no way of distinguishing the good people from the bad.

[Fallapede]

"And another one! Can I help you, miss? We're a little busy at the moment, but nothing to worry about!" Raviid smiled somewhat manically at the newcomer.

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

"Hi! I'm Lyanor. I can come back if you want, but I've been looking for a group to join? To...fight evil and stuff?" She smiled, trying to put the seemingly slightly-crazed man at ease.

[Fallapede]

"Oh, sure! Just come on in, there's plenty of room. Nice to meet you, by the way."

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanör entered, somewhat wary of how easily welcome she was, but also relieved that it wasn't hard.

[The Unknown Medallion he/him]

4 hours ago, Mystic Syn said:

Ji didn’t say anything, only scowling further; however, his blades faded, becoming less solid as he put a little less concentration.

"See, we can be reasonable." His knife also disappears although the brass knuckles remain.

2 hours ago, Fallapede said:

Raviid walked out of the room, releasing Elya as he did. "Who's this now? Are we getting another gremlin for the pile?"

"I don't appreciate being called a gremlin."

[Fallapede]

"Well, it certainly wasn't intended as a compliment."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"What is happening?" Elya asked, perfectly stoic.

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

"I could ask the same thing." Lyanör muttered.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

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Imeanttorespondearlier,butwasstraightupnothavingagoodtimeandfightingtearsbasicallytheentiredaysoooooo *cough* I mean, ah. Another page of rp posts. Very nice.

The blades dissipated. Ji scratched the back of his head. “Yeah, sure. Add more people to the pile,” he muttered to himself, before looking up towards Elya. “Look, all I heard was my name called out and someone looking like they were going to attack one of our own. What else was I supposed to do?”

[Channelknight Fadran]

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*A massive hug for Synnie*

 

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

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*adds to the massive Synnie hugs*

 

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

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*joins massive hugs*

 

[The Unknown Medallion he/him]

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*cannon balls into the hug comfortingly*

"I wasn't attacking anybody, just being cautious. I was still on guard from my run in with some... civil servants."

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

12 minutes ago, The Unknown Aon said:

"I wasn't attacking anybody, just being cautious. I was still on guard from my run in with some... civil servants."

“Pacis? There were some attacking them a while ago.” Ne’ik pointed at the Mystics.

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanör cleared her throat. It didn't seem like anyone but the first person she talked to had noticed her.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Ji narrowed his eyes at the newcomer, but didn’t say anything.

12 minutes ago, DramaQueen said:

Lyanör cleared her throat. It didn't seem like anyone but the first person she talked to had noticed her.

He blinked, then turned to see a new face. Ji cocked his head, flickers of his scowl returning. “And… who might you be?”

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

"Lyanör Skylan, at your service." In a dramatic, showoffish mood, she pulled a pistol from her hip, twirling it once before placing it back in its holster in one smooth, fluid motion.

Edited December 30, 2021 by DramaQueen

[Channelknight Fadran]

"We seem to be attracting newcomers exponentially."

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

"If you don't want visitors, maybe you should keep the volume of your fighting down a bit." Lyanör pointed out.