Zvso – A Roleplay

[Mystic Syn she/her]

47 minutes ago, Ookla the Confused said:

Ok - between North and South Corhes? Or some other pair?

sorry if this is obvious

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It can be with the North and South Corhes, and I’m fine with that. Sorry that I didn’t say.

 

19 minutes ago, Ookla the Lad said:

Elya landed in front of him. "Hello."

Ji jumped back, his veins starting to glow, but no blades appearing. “What do you want?” he snapped, eyeing the newcomer warily.

[Channelknight Fadran]

She kept her hand away from the sword at her side. "You were being pursued."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

“Nothing I’m not used to,” he responded, noting where her hand was, but his veins were still glowing.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

19 minutes ago, Ookla the Mystic said:

It can be with the North and South Corhes, and I’m fine with that. Sorry that I didn’t say.

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That’s ok. Hmmmmmmm

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya let herself relax a bit, putting her breathing back under control. "You're a Mystic?"

[Fallapede]

Spoiler

Name: Raviid Junge (Currently under alias as Verim Grant)

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 134

Nationality: Dovshid(Native)

Appearance: Looks to be about 25 with sapphire blue skin, green eyes and white hair. Thin and slightly below average height, typically dressed in a horrifically gaudy fashion.

Personality: Charming, manipulative, and ruthlessly self-interested. A self-admitted hedonist with fondness for fine wine and gambling.

Mystic? Yes

Type of Mystic (if applicable): Purebred Foreseer. Can slow people and objects to a near-standstill and has slowed his aging down to a crawl.

Backstory (optional): Former second prince who fled the country after a failed assassination attempt several decades ago. Currently living in exile in Odhak, making a living as a high-class thief-for-hire.

Misc: Very good with his hands, rather sneaky, no sense of direction. Harbors a lingering resentment for Dovshid's monarchy, but has no current plans to act upon it.

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Hope this works out alright with y'all. I understand if Time can't be used this way but it seemed like the logical conclusion.

 

[Mystic Syn she/her]

11 minutes ago, Fallapede said:

Hope this works out alright with y'all. I understand if Time can't be used this way but it seemed like the logical conclusion.

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You don’t know what kind of happy emotions I’m getting, cos it looks like you read the doc lol. But actually, this is kind of what I was going for with powers, meaning letting y’all have free reign to do as a you please with the powers; I only gave y’all examples, not things you have to follow.

With that said, feel free to join whenever you like.

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*cough* fun fact about naming that royal family’s name: I was drawing a character and needed to name him something. Ofc, I went to my brother for ideas and gave him the premise that he had ice/winter/cold powers. He literally went onto Google Translate and translated “Cold Boy” to German, and he’s now the character known as Kalter Junge, whom I can bring in if ya want. I dunno why I wanted to share, but it’s something I thought would maybe make y’all blow some air out of your noses *cough*

 

 

40 minutes ago, Ookla the Lad said:

Elya let herself relax a bit, putting her breathing back under control. "You're a Mystic?"

Ji considered lying, but it would prove useless if she’d seen him pursued, not to mention his veins glowing.

“Why else would the Pacis be chasing me?” he said instead.

[Channelknight Fadran]

"That's what I assumed." Elya tapped the hilt of her sword. "Do you ever try to fight back?"

[Mystic Syn she/her]

He gave her a glare. “What are you, the census person? What’s with all the questions?”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"I suppose I'm wondering if you'd like to fight back."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Ji fell silent, studying the woman for a second, then his surroundings for anyone eavesdropping. “I’ve been fighting back for eleven years,” he hissed. “What would happen if I added you to my personal rebellion?”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"I would..." She considered for a moment. "I could be of use. I am a Mystic as well."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

“Yeah, no kidding,” Ji muttered, rolling his eyes. “The fact that you’re not turning me in is telling me that; not to mention that you followed me up here in so little time.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Alright." Elya clasped her hands together. "Where, then, can I find this 'personal rebellion'?"

[Mystic Syn she/her]

He rolled his eyes again. “What I meant by ‘personal rebellion’ was me. There are probably others resisting, but I haven’t heard of them, so obviously they were taken.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Oh." Elya shrugged. "Well, I'd be happy to make your second member, then."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

“I’m doing fine on my own.”

Just as he said that, shouts came from behind him. When Ji turned, a few Pacis officers pointing at him and calling out. They pushed through the flood of people, making their way over to him. Ji cursed softly, looking to run in the opposite direction, then sighed, placing his hands on his hips.

“Alright,” he said, glancing back with a scowl. “You want me to fight back harder? I can do that.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya drew her sword: a perfectly silver katana, balanced to her strength as precisely as possible. She grasped it in both hands before her, controlling her breathing into a slow, methodical rhythm.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Ji grunted, his veins glowing brighter in response. He stuck both hands in his pockets, then looked back at the Pacis, and smirked slightly. A dozen ghostly blades erupted from his back, all of them ranging in different shapes and sizes––some of them one-edged, others larger, a few more intricate––and raised their points towards the Pacis officers, poised to kill. They all looked like they were being held by strings, and all looked menacing.

The good few––roughly ten––Pacis slowed upon seeing the two of them. One cursed under their breath, then started to herd the onlookers out of the way and to safety. A few pulled out firearms while a few held out their hands, summoning their Mystic power, mostly fire. They stared at them head-on.

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” one of them––supposedly the leader––said, clicking her gun into place.

“Oh,” he said with mock sweetness dripping from his tone, “but it does.”

Ji rushed them, his blades flying towards the officers with precision, deflecting what bullets that were shot at him. The Pacis shot their fire at him, lobbing the fire at his face. Ji quickly jumped out of the way, the blades taking the brunt of the damage, dissipating for a few seconds before new blades replaced them. He stepped back from a punch that was meant for his face. A scowl formed as he let the blades zip in, hacking and slashing at anyone that got too close.

A few Pacis branched off from fighting Ji, then pointed towards Elya, and aimed their firearms at her, pulling their triggers.

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Btw, if any of y’all wanna rp as some of the Pacis officers, y’all are more than welcome to. I feel like too much like a DM/GM when I do lol.

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya fell into a stance, controlling her breath carefully. She felt the wind, the street, the world around; and focused pinpoint on the Pacis about to shoot her. She put herself light on her toes, waiting for a fraction of a second to exhale and concentrate in the moment between breaths. In an instant she knew where they were aiming--and she dodged right up between the trajectories.

The gunfire went off, and the bullets zipped away from her without leaving so much as a scratch. She dashed towards the Pacis between shots, reading their movements, lines of sight, and overcompensated pivots to redirect their weapons. Elya leapt over the next few bullets without any trouble, feeling all the elements around her to read where she'd land.

Hitting the ground, she swept her katana across two Pacis, enacting cries of pain and droplets of blood. She skirted around the next few, avoiding more bullets. They started improving in accuracy, and she had to stay on her toes to keep away. Gunshots, bullets flying, her sword flashing in the lamplight; she balanced it all, filtering out everything unimportant and hyperfixating on everything else.

Duck one bullet, dash up and slash.

Weave between two more, cut down another Pacis.

Kick off a wall to dodge another shot--this one more accurate than the rest. It grazed across her arm, but she filtered the pain. Elya finished the last Pacis with her backwards momentum, hitting him in the chest with the end of the blade before whipping around to slice.

She let out a puff of breath, then gave herself a moment to see how the other one was doing.

[Fallapede]

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Would y'all mind if Raviid bumps into all this?

 

[Mystic Syn she/her]

9 minutes ago, Fallapede said:

Would y'all mind if Raviid bumps into all this?

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Feel free to jump in.

 

23 minutes ago, Ookla the Lad said:

She let out a puff of breath, then gave herself a moment to see how the other one was doing.

Ji leaned back, barely dodging a knife. His scowl deepened as he studied the knife for a split second, before reaching up and twisting the Pacis’ arm, forcing them to release the knife. He screamed in agonizing pain. The Pacis writhed underneath his grip while the others watched. Without a second thought, Ji flicked his hand towards him. A blade zipped and impaled itself into the man’s back, spattering blood on Ji’s face. Blood soaked through the man’s uniform, staining the Pacis’ symbol over his left breast pocket. Ji tightened his hand into a fist, the blade ramming itself further into the man for a few more seconds, before dissipating and dropping the man on the wooden highway with a bloody thump.

The rest of the Pacis halted in their actions, staring at the fallen man in horror. Ji looked up, glaring at them as his blades rose with him. He ran his hand, now having spatters of blood over it, though his damp hair. A Pacis’ expression contorted. She brought up her handgun and fired a few rounds. Ji cocked his head as his blades raced, deflecting as many bullets as possible, leaving only a few to find their mark. Of course, they only grazed and nicked him, but he grunted anyway, grinding his teeth together. The blades glowed brighter, zipping and ramming themselves into all the Pacis’, all save for one.

The leader backed away, looking between the two and her fallen comrades with her eyes bugging out. She stumbled, beginning to run. Ji stood up, then dashed towards her, the flat of one blade throwing and holding her against the wall. She struggled, but the blades held firm. The Pacis leader swore, then saw all the thin blades raised towards her neck, not even quivering.

“Where is she?” he asked, restraining himself from shouting at her while anger laced his tone.

“Where is who?” The leader struggled again, but the blades inched closer to puncturing her neck, and she fell still. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“You know Lighting well who I’m talking about,” Ji spat. More blades appeared, moving closer and closer to her neck. “Where is she?”

The officer went silent, staring daggers at him.

[Fallapede]

Raviid languidly tossed a coin in his hand as he walked down the street, humming a half-remembered song from his childhood. He paused as he heard a commotion coming from the alley, and turned, walking toward it to see what was going on.

[Channelknight Fadran]

3 hours ago, Ookla the Mystic said:

“Where is she?” he asked, restraining himself from shouting at her while anger laced his tone.

“Where is who?” The leader struggled again, but the blades inched closer to puncturing her neck, and she fell still. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“You know Lighting well who I’m talking about,” Ji spat. More blades appeared, moving closer and closer to her neck. “Where is she?”

The officer went silent, staring daggers at him.

Elya strode towards the two of them, wiping off the blood from her blade across her arm and flicking away the rest. She sheathed her blade. "How many Pacis have you interrogated?"

[Mystic Syn she/her]

“This does not concern you,” Ji snapped, not even giving her a glance.

The Pacis looked at Elya, giving her a raised eyebrow, then back at Ji. “I don’t know who you’re talking about,” she repeated slowly.

Ji stared at the Pacis for an uncomfortable amount of time, before stepping back a bit, though the blades still held her close.

3 hours ago, Fallapede said:

Raviid languidly tossed a coin in his hand as he walked down the street, humming a half-remembered song from his childhood. He paused as he heard a commotion coming from the alley, and turned, walking toward it to see what was going on.

Ji blinked, then glanced over to see a newcomer. He narrowed his eyes, tightened his fist, but only stared at the stranger, somehow still keeping ahold of the Pacis.