Zvso – A Roleplay

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

11 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

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."

Lyanor winced and let out a whine of pain.

10 minutes ago, Fallapede said:

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

"I thought you said you'd heal me."

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I gotta get off now

If you leave or something just drag Lyanor with you guys.

 

Edited January 15, 2022 by DramaQueen

[Fallapede]

49 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

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

"I would if she were in better shape, but I don't like the look of her wounds. It's much harder for me to do, and I'm going to need all the energy I can spare once you've got the bullets out."

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"I thought you said you'd heal me."

"Oh, I will. It's just not going to be pleasant. Ji, could you find something for her to bite down on?"

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Can you explain what you're... trying to..." Elya pulled out a second bullet, ignoring any shrieks, "do?"

[Fallapede]

"I'm going to put her body through about three months of recuperation in the span of a few minutes. And hopefully not pass out in the process."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"That sounds... incredibly dangerous."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

"And not good for her health." Ji rose an eyebrow at Verim. "You've done this before?"

[Fallapede]

"How would you ever have guessed? It's why I prefer to avoid people getting shot in the first place."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Without proper dressing and careful moderation, this could go from bad to worse in just as long as it takes you to do it. Infections could spread unchecked, she could bleed out, the--this--" Elya sucked in a breath. "Have you ever tried this before?"

[Fallapede]

"A half dozen times or so. I haven't had anyone die on me yet, and I don't plan on starting now."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"What kind of things have you had to take care of? How have you prepared them first?"

[Fallapede]

"Stab and bullet wounds, and a very high fever. I've treated them the best I can with mundane methods, given them something to bite down on, and restrained them if possible. Is that sufficient information? We're a little short on time here, ironically."

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya tore out the last bullet, then immediately started pressing antiseptic-soaked bandages to Lyanor's wounds. "No my choice. Lyanor?"

@DramaQueen

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

"I...don't know. I think I should be able to heal on my own with time, but if you think it'd be best if I'm fully back on my feet sooner, then...I'll take Verim's option. Otherwise, I'd rather not have that much pain just for a fast recovery."

Edited January 16, 2022 by DramaQueen

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya sucked in a nervous breath, held it for a moment, then pushed it back out as she finished sterilizing the last wounds. “Right. Verim?”

@Fallapede

[Fallapede]

"Of course." Verim breathed in deeply, then touched Lyanor's forehead with one finger, sending a massive burst of his power through her. Immediately, his skin began to grow pale and he nearly collapsed, barely managing to hold himself up on his hands and knees.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

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No one's stopping me from this, so.. you can ignore this; I just thought that it would be fun to write something up, since I do not want to watch an almost two hour long documentary for English right now.

The small group of renegades began fleeing the scene. The Dosh followed behind, immediately talking with the one that had the blade. The young woman with the blade didn't show her face to her, but she had the tugging feeling that she knew that person from somewhere. The boy in the hoodie held the young woman that had the pistols, also talking with the one with the blade. That one turned back to look back at her. She was shrouded in shadows, so she highly doubted that he could actually see her, but she still narrowed her eyes at him, trying to recall anything about that specific Mystic, but he turned quickly and ran off before she could pinpoint the memory.

Typical, the voice in her head said as she looked up at the carnage.

Bodies were littered everywhere. The scarlet blood dripped off the highways, soaking into the older boards or into the canal below. It added to what was already there, becoming more vibrant as it was coming into her reality. Lifegivers came out, attending to the wounded that managed to survive the attack, yelling to some other Pacis to come and take them inside. Of course, there were those few Pacis that did survive, but weren't dealing well with the death around them; some looked horrified while others leaned over the railing, trying to keep their lunch in. A good portion shook themselves and went to helping, but there were those few.

Must be the newbies, she thought, feeling a pang of empathy as she recalled those feelings of what her first battle was like.

Fear. Raw fear. The fear that had eaten her inside and out, making her want to curl up and scream. There had been pain, yes, but it would heal; not the mental pain, though. It still haunted her to this day. She was rarely that scared, but the feelings of what the past gave her sometimes got to her. It reminded her of who she was, what she was lying about, what she did to deserve this, why she deserved to be alone, why everything was taken away from her, why she was––

Hey, the voice said softly, piercing through her loud thoughts. Deep breaths.

She didn't realize how violently she was trembling. She let herself fall to her knees, holding on to the railing for support. With an inhale, then exhale, she felt tension in her shoulders begin to release. Though it was not all the way, it was better than letting herself be taken away by her loud thoughts.

Focus on what you can smell.

She closed her eyes, taking in another breath again. The sickly sweet stench of death was the first thing that came. She knew that some of the wounded Pacis wouldn't make it, just by smelling that; either that or the Pacis soldiers had recently killed. The next scent was the saltiness of the canals. It reminded her of home. Her old home overlooked the Hijed Forest most of the time, but you could easily catch a glimpse of the Northern Waters, and every so often, she would catch a whiff of the ocean and it always made her smile. It reminded her of––

A light buzz went off in her ear.

With a sigh, she reached up and tapped her comm, opening up communications. "Yes?"

"You done brooding?"

She felt a frown tug down at her lips when she heard his voice. "I wasn't brooding," she protested.

"Really?" he said, skeptical. "You always have some sort of frown on your face, you barely talk to anyone, and let's not even talk about how you're literally in the shadows right now and just being anti-social."

"And I didn't ask for your opinion about what I do," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Do I ask you how you see? Why you always seem to know where you're going? Why you are such a pain in the a––"

"Calm down, woman. Light." The sound incoherent muttering came from her comm, then soft curses. "You didn't have to go that far."

"Sage," she said calmly, a sly smirk replacing the frown. "If you're going to poke fun at me, then I can poke fun at you."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself when you wake up."

"I don't sleep."

Sage gave a large sigh. "We're not having his discussion again," he said, shifting in his seat. "Anyways, did you see him?"

She shook her head, focusing on what she was here for. "Yeah. He wasn't alone, though."

"So what everyone says."

"Do we have any names to attach to the faces?"

"Mm, you already know about Ji Naito. Been avoiding the law for a while. Frankly not surprised that he was there." Incoherent mutters. "The other man with Ji is Verim Grant; known thief and swindler. We still don't know the the sword girl's name, nor the one that used pistols. We're working on it, of course. Should have them within the hour."

She rubbed her chin. "Criminals?" she said aloud. "Why are they targeting this outpost?"

"Beats me. Probably just trying to get our attention."

"Hm..."

"Yeah." Sage shifted again. "The sword girl is a serious threat, though. You know what you're going to have to do."

She nodded mutely. "Deadline?" she asked on instinct.

"Uh, what?" A snap sounded from the comm. "Oh. You know you're not working for him anymore, right?"

No response.

"Well," he said in a comforting tone, "if you don't want to do––"

"I'll do it," she said immediately.

Sage paused. "Alright," he said apprehensively. "You know what to do."

The comm buzzed off.

She closed her eyes, banishing any thoughts of that time. She opened them, the sapphire piercing the sky above. She got up from her knees, and set out to quietly follow.

[Channelknight Fadran]

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I guess we'll just wait around for Queen to write some screams, then go from there.

 

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanör let out a scream, feeling like she was simultaneously being torn apart, squashed, stabbed, punched, shot, and every other pain she'd ever felt in her life. She thought she'd been in pain before, but this was beyond anything she'd ever felt before. Her eyes watered, but she wasn't aware of anything her body was doing. All she felt was the pain. She screamed and whimpered until her throat was raw and nothing else would come out. Her body contorted and squirmed, trying in vain to find a position that hurt less than the rest. Nothing she did worked. All she could do was suffer until the pain ended.

[Channelknight Fadran]

The moment it was over, Elya scooped her up and held on tightly. "Ji, take Verim. We need to go."

@Mystic Syn @Fallapede

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I guess I'll also summon the other folks, 'cause we're heading back now.

@Szeth_Pancakes @#1 Taln Fan

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanör normally would have protested at being picked up like a child, but all she could do was sob into Elya's shoulder.

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Deep breaths, Lya."

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

She obeyed, taking shaky breaths and trying to stop her sobs. Eventually, her breathing mostly returned to normal and she realized that all the pain was gone. She still felt rattled and weak, but she pushed herself out of Elya's arms, using her as a stabilizer as she got her feet under her.

"I think I'll be okay to walk on my own. Thank you."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Don't overdo it." Elya kept one of Lyanor's arms around her shoulders, just in case. "We're almost back."

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanör nodded. "Was...was I the only one who got hurt?"

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Mostly. I've got a few cuts here and there." Elya put on a smile. It wasn't really a gesture she did often, so she was unfamiliar to it. "You did a good job. Saved me, really."

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New Elya fact: When she smiles, it's the sweetest frickin' thing you've ever scudding seen.