Zvso – A Roleplay

[Fallapede]

"Not quite." Raviid released his Foretelling on the guards outside, then slowed the man and the bomb. Pulling a set of tools from his coat, he began carefully disassembling the explosive. After a moment of work, he set it to the side and attached a sticky note with "YOU'RE WELCOME" hastily scrawled on it to the man's forehead. Taking a second to glance around the room, he grabbed a few high-spec toys off the nearest shelves and exited the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Much to my chagrin as it is to say it, you're right. That took longer than it should have. We really should be going."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

"Supposed to make an impact, but whatever," Ji grumbled, pocketing the remote. "Let's get out of here. The white is burning my retinas."

With that, Ji stalked out the way they'd come in.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

1 hour ago, #1 Taln Fan said:

“Uh.” Saaphir said. “Did you not hear my epic, dramatic line? I’ve been working on it for weeks! Ugh. Never mind.” Saaphir lunged forward in a strike.

Ne’ik stepped aside, swinging at the back of his assailant’s head with his fist.

[#1 Taln Fan he/him]

Saaphir tried to dodge, and the strike connected with his left shoulder. He stumbled away slightly, shocked at the force of the blow.

”You’re skilled, I’ll give you that. I assumed you’d be an easy kill.”

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

1 hour ago, #1 Taln Fan said:

Saaphir tried to dodge, and the strike connected with his left shoulder. He stumbled away slightly, shocked at the force of the blow.

”You’re skilled, I’ll give you that. I assumed you’d be an easy kill.”

While the man was talking, Ne’ik kicked him in the groin.

[#1 Taln Fan he/him]

1 hour ago, Szeth_Pancakes said:

While the man was talking, Ne’ik kicked him in the groin.

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Ouch.

Saaphir managed to land a shallow cut on Ne’ik’s shoulder as he leaped backwards. Both of them eyed each other, and Saaphir found it curious that the man didn’t flee, but fought back. Saaphir had the sword, and it appeared that the man’s captors had taken his knives, though they could’ve been concealed. They circled each other, and Saaphir examined the man before him more carefully. They locked eyes, and Saaphir noticed something he hadn’t earlier due to his rage. This man looked almost identical to the murderer, but his eyes were a different color. Very dark brown, almost black, whereas his father’s killer had dark green eyes. Saaphir remembered those eyes all too well.

”I believe I made a mistake.” Saaphir said to the man, lowering his sword, letting the point rest on the ground. In more ways than one.

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

On 1/13/2022 at 2:52 PM, Channelknight Fadran said:

Elya was dodging around bullets and rock-coated fists, dragging her sword through wherever she could fit it. Her katana clanged against Altei's rocky outsides, neatly nullifying her sword at every opportunity. Only once or twice had she left a slice on him: with the Pacis still shooting at her, she could only focus so much on dueling the Mystic.

He fought back viciously. Every swing of the fist came closer and closer to her as she swung left and right, defending and attacking each in turn. Ducking and sliding around each bullet just let the Mystic come closer. She needed to take out those Pacis if she were to stand a chance against defeating Altei anytime soon; with a breath, Elya risked a moment to throw a dagger at one of the shooters.

Altei rammed his fist into her stomach. Her surprised shriek caught in her lungs as every ounce of breath knocked out of her, and Elya hit the street with a sickening scraape.

She couldn't breathe. Breaths dashed in and out in a panic.

He strode towards her, wiping a bit of blood off his fist. Had she gotten cut too?

The Pacis she'd attacked fell, but all the others leveled their weapons at her.

Well this was bad.

Lyanor sucked in a breath as she watched Elya get hit. There's no way I can deal with that Mystic if Elya couldn't. But maybe...

Giving herself no more time to second-guess her idea, she whipped out the two pistols she kept at her hip, leaning out from the corner and landing fatal shots on two of the Pacis, then pulling back behind the shelter of the corner--hopefully before any of them had time to realize where the shots had come from.

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How many Pacis are left now? Also is the plural of Pacis just Pacis or am I doing it wrong?

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

The bang was enough. The Pacis swiveled their weapons back at where the shots had come from, and the Mystic stopped for just a moment.

She still couldn't breathe. Elya gripped a dagger, hurling it at Altei's leg: it sunk in deep, making him shout in pain and stumble.

In. Out. In. Out. She could handle this. It was all in her head, right?

Elya forced herself back up to her feet, holding her sword somewhat shakily and staring down the other Mystic.

[Fallapede]

22 hours ago, Mystic Syn said:

"Supposed to make an impact, but whatever," Ji grumbled, pocketing the remote. "Let's get out of here. The white is burning my retinas."

With that, Ji stalked out the way they'd come in.

"What, you don't think leaving six of their guards hogtied and another cuffed inside a locked room is impact enough?" Raviid replied as he followed. "I do agree with your point about the decor, though. There aren't even any ceiling fixtures worth taking."

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

1 minute ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

The bang was enough. The Pacis swiveled their weapons back at where the shots had come from, and the Mystic stopped for just a moment.

She still couldn't breathe. Elya gripped a dagger, hurling it at Altei's leg: it sunk in deep, making him shout in pain and stumble.

In. Out. In. Out. She could handle this. It was all in her head, right?

Elya forced herself back up to her feet, holding her sword somewhat shakily and staring down the other Mystic.

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How many Pacis is Lyanor up against?

Lyanor risked another glance around the corner. Her eyes widened and her hands reflexively shot to her sides, grabbing her guns and firing shot after shot, downing another couple Pacis. They weren't bad shots themselves, however, and before long, Lyanor let out a shout of pain as a bullet hit her in the ribs. She almost crumpled, but she knew that she'd soon be killed if she let that happen, so she stayed standing and shooting through pure force of will.

[Channelknight Fadran]

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Like, five or six max.

A shriek pierced the air. Not one of the Pacis; it came from the alleyays.

Elya puffed out her anger. It wouldn't serve anyone. Instead, she ran at the Mystic with renewed vigor, slashing between his arms and chest to leave a deep gash on his neck. He'd grown more sluggish and predictable: his advantage would be hers in just a minute.

Hang on back there. She thought, thinking of Lyanor. Keep it going.

Edited January 14, 2022 by Channelknight Fadran

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanor kept shooting. The pain brought tears to her eyes, making it harder to aim. Blinking the tears away forcefully, she then took another two shots. One was dodged, the other brought a Pacis down. Realizing that it wasn't exactly a good strategy to stay in one place, Lyanor started zigzagging backwards, luring the Pacis into following her.

Now that she was a moving target and harder to hit, she let herself put one gun away, using her now-free hand to tie the bottom of her jacket around where she'd been shot. With her wound badly bound, she started firing again. The Pacis were now moving as much as she was. Lyanor cursed as her first shots all missed; she couldn't have many bullets left. If she missed again, she might not have enough to hit them all.

She stopped moving, making herself vulnerable, but improving her ability to aim. She fired, one shot per Pacis. They all hit, but only two of the five Pacis fell. The three left standing all shot at her before she could start moving again. One missed, but one hit her in the leg, bringing her to her knee. Another struck her shoulder just below her collarbone. Had it been just a couple inches higher, it might have been fatal. 

She dropped completely to the ground, rolling to the side as they shot again. From the ground, she fired an almost pitiful shot. She wouldn't be able to keep going long; her guns were nearly out of ammo and she was nearly bleeding out. In rolling, the binding she'd put around her torso had come loose. She could be dead as soon as their next shot hit.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya kicked off the wall, launched aside Altei, slid to a sudden stop, then feinted between his arms again. Another slash of red appeared on him, this time across his stomach. He kept going, by some miracle--or perhaps just the standard training--and swung once again at her. She avoided it easily, dragging her sword with a swish across his bicep. Another exchange of fists and blades, ducking with a condensed spin to the side, and then a slash across his leg. The Mystic stumbled for a moment; the second mistake he'd made so far.

With a somewhat pained grunt, Elya buried her blade in Altei's chest. She rammed it in as far as she could, then yanked it out. A bit of blood speckled the air for a moment, then pittered to the ground like a light rain.

His lungs had been completely severed from his head. The Mystic couldn't breathe, shout, or scream in pain. He collapsed.

Flicking the blood off her blade, she said, "I'm Elya."

The last look on his face was that of shock, fear, and agony. A pity, really; she'd know more than most.

Then another scream sounded from the alleyway. Right. The new person.

Elya spun on her heel, hurling her daggers at the nearby Pacis. Two hit dead-on, right in the throat, while the third clattered off somewhere distant.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

15 minutes ago, Fallapede said:

"What, you don't think leaving six of their guards hogtied and another cuffed inside a locked room is impact enough?" Raviid replied as he followed. "I do agree with your point about the decor, though. There aren't even any ceiling fixtures worth taking."

"Hmph," was all he responded as he stalked out the door, waiting for Verim to come out before closing it quietly behind him.

Chaos. Chaos everywhere. Blood soaked the wooden boards underneath his feet. Pacis soldiers were strewn all around the highway, some of them laying over railings, threatening to fall over into the canal below.

Ji frowned, searching for Elya. Where was she? He creeped along the edge, avoiding being seen by other Pacis, continuing his search for Elya. Peering over the railing, a sneer formed on his lips as he saw a Mystic practically beating the crap out of her. He growled, then stopped as something moved out of the corner of his eye in the highways above him.

A figure cloaked in darkness watched him, cocking their head at him. Ji squinted, trying to make out features, till the light hit their eyes.

Piercing sapphire.

Anger boiled within him. His veins glowed brightly as he resisted screaming at the figure. Ji tensed, gripping the railing tight as he getting ready to jump and confront her. He was going to finish the job this time. He was going to have vengeance. He was not going to be the weak one. He was going to show––

BANG

He tore his gaze from her and looked back down at the fight. Lyanör was on the ground, holding on to dear life it seems. Elya seemed to be handling herself, but he didn't know if she could make it to the newbie in time. Ji looked back up where the figure was, but to see her still standing there, practically begging him to come over and to finally do what he'd been wanting to do for years. He growled in frustration, then jumped towards Lyanör, blades materializing, zipping, and finding their marks against the enemy.

Ji lowered himself next to Lyanör as his blades were shooting left and right, deflecting as many bullets as they could and finishing the Pacis soldiers. He reached down and carefully picked her up.

"It's okay," he said in a surprisedly soft voice. "You're going to be okay."

His eyes flicked back up. The figure still stood there, seeming to enjoy the mayhem. A quiet growl escaped his lips, but he still backed away from the firefight, protecting Lyanör as much as he could, grunting as bullets bit him.

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

9 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Elya kicked off the wall, launched aside Altei, slid to a sudden stop, then feinted between his arms again. Another slash of red appeared on him, this time across his stomach. He kept going, by some miracle--or perhaps just the standard training--and swung once again at her. She avoided it easily, dragging her sword with a swish across his bicep. Another exchange of fists and blades, ducking with a condensed spin to the side, and then a slash across his leg. The Mystic stumbled for a moment; the second mistake he'd made so far.

With a somewhat pained grunt, Elya buried her blade in Altei's chest. She rammed it in as far as she could, then yanked it out. A bit of blood speckled the air for a moment, then pittered to the ground like a light rain.

His lungs had been completely severed from his head. The Mystic couldn't breathe, shout, or scream in pain. He collapsed.

Flicking the blood off her blade, she said, "I'm Elya."

The last look on his face was that of shock, fear, and agony. A pity, really; she'd know more than most.

Then another scream sounded from the alleyway. Right. The new person.

Elya spun on her heel, hurling her daggers at the nearby Pacis. Two hit dead-on, right in the throat, while the third clattered off somewhere distant.

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I'm out of rep for the day or else you TOTALLY would've gotten rep for this. My gosh.

Lyanor breathed shakily, turned in towards Ji. "Thank you," she whispered weakly. "But I should probably bind where I got shot."

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Man, Lyanor's a popular person to save...

 

Edited January 15, 2022 by DramaQueen

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya had darted over the moment she cut down the last Pacis. Ji and Verim were okay: that was good. With luck they'd have completed the mission, too.

But then there was the stream of blood across their newest comrade's fallen form, amidst empty bullet shells and a wafting-away scent of sulfur.

She dropped to her knees, reaching inside her jacket for a pair of forceps, a length of bandage, and antiseptic. "Hold still."

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanor pushed Elya away. "I can do it myself. I'll be fine."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

8 minutes ago, DramaQueen said:

Man, Lyanor's a popular person to save...

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I mean, when your character is kind of––idk if this means anything to you––d y i n g, you kinda would want to save them.

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

1 minute ago, DramaQueen said:

Lyanor pushed Elya away. "I can do it myself. I'll be fine."

"No."

That was all she said. Elya gestured to Ji to hold Lyanor down, just in case, then rinsed a dagger in antiseptic to reach at the first bullet.

@Mystic Syn

[Fallapede]

Raviid moved over near Lyanor, taking a critical eye to her injuries. "I may be able to heal you somewhat, with your permission, though I doubt you'll appreciate it."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Ji carefully set Lyanör down due to Elya's wishes, but wasn't focusing. He turned back where he saw the figure.

Gone.

Another growl of frustration escaped his lips, but didn't say anything. 

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Just now, Fallapede said:

Raviid moved over near Lyanor, taking a critical eye to her injuries. "I may be able to heal you somewhat, with your permission, though I doubt you'll appreciate it."

"Why wouldn't I appreciate it?" Lyanor asked hesitantly.

2 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"No."

That was all she said. Elya gestured to Ji to hold Lyanor down, just in case, then rinsed a dagger in antiseptic to reach at the first bullet.

@Mystic Syn

Lyanor gave in, squeezing her eyes shut in preparation for the pain.

[Channelknight Fadran]

She cut three small slits first, holding her weight on the fingers splayed across Lyanor's most pressing wound. Elya reached in with the forceps as smoothly as possible, but had to feel at it for just a moment in order to find the chunk of lead and pull it out.

"Alright. That's one."

[Fallapede]

1 minute ago, DramaQueen said:

"Why wouldn't I appreciate it?" Lyanor asked hesitantly.

"Imagine every injury you've ever had in your life happening to you simultaneously. This will hurt several times more than that."

[Channelknight Fadran]

Just now, Fallapede said:

"Imagine every injury you've ever had in your life happening to you simultaneously. This will hurt several times more than that."

"Why don't you just help me move faster instead?" Elya petitioned.