Zvso – A Roleplay

[#1 Taln Fan he/him]

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Ahh a lot of stuff happened when I was in class

Saaphir awkwardly drew his katana, an awkard process from behind his cover, a large cabinet that he’d overturned. He got it free as a corpse came around the corner. Saaphir got his blade out in front of him,  but there wasn’t enough room to swing. He slammed the palm of his left hand against the dull back of his sword, slamming the blade through the corpse’s neck and severing its head from its body. 

If I stay here I’m dead. Saaphir thought. He peered out from behind the cabinet at the chaos ensuing. He saw Ne’ik, who was still tied up, and wasn’t behind good cover. He was only a short distance away. Maybe it was his guilt for killing Ne’ik’s brother. Maybe he was just stupid. Saaphir ran for Ne’ik, determined to drag him behind cover

[Fallapede]

Raviid dragged Ji away from the fight, renewing his effort to slow the brother. He slowed the corpses with barely a thought-without a soul to resist him, they were no more difficult to affect than objects-and began binding Ji's wounds, tearing up his jacket to do so.

"This would be a highly annoying time for anyone to die. I don't plan on letting them."

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanör's eyes widened. She started shooting bullet after bullet at the undead, not sure if it would do anything.

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Does it do anything?

 

[Quivil]

Kazh stepped into the doorway and began attempting to understand what was going on.

Edited February 7, 2022 by Tani

[Mystic Syn she/her]

11 minutes ago, DramaQueen said:

Does it do anything?

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Roll a D20 jk

The corpse she shot crumpled, seeming to slow down a bit, before verrrrrrry slowly moving onward, hobbling with its new wound.

The brother made his way to Arya, clutching his arm, still hopelessly unaware of Raviid's effect on him. Though he was smiling, his eyes held malice as he slowly gestured towards the group. She tilted her head at his slowness, but nodded, laying more undead on the group.

12 minutes ago, Fallapede said:

Raviid dragged Ji away from the fight, renewing his effort to slow the brother. He slowed the corpses with barely a thought-without a soul to resist him, they were no more difficult to affect than objects-and began binding Ji's wounds, tearing up his jacket to do so.

"This would be a highly annoying time for anyone to die. I don't plan on letting them."

He didn't respond, his screams quieting down to soft whimpers as his blood soaked through his clothes. His breathing became shallow and faster, his skin growing paler by the second.

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

1 minute ago, Mystic Syn said:

The corpse she shot crumpled, seeming to slow down a bit, before verrrrrrry slowly moving onward, hobbling with its new wound.

So shooting them does do something.

Lyanör kept firing her guns, hoping she could continue unnoticed by the living enemies.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Hacking through the corpses wouldn't get them anywhere. Elya started breaking past the hordes, pinpointing the sister's position. She readied a knife, but couldn't get a decent window to throw it.

Ji started going quiet. Verim wasn't saying anything.

They needed a change of plans.

"Lyanor." Elya said, projecting her voice as best she could with blood running down her face. "Get the Mystic. I'll take these."

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanör changed her aim, focusing each shot at the Mystic's chest or head; places she knew should be fatal.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Arya swiped a hand in front of her, a corpse taking the shot for her. She looked towards her brother for support, but was still moving like he was drenched in molasses. Arya rolled her eyes, then sent corpses to Lyanör.

[#1 Taln Fan he/him]

Saaphir reached Ne’ik, then grabbed him by the ankles and hauled him off to a side room, staying low. He closed the door, leaving Ne’ik tied up in the room, and rejoined the fray.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Dragging her blade about in a flurry of steel, Elya cut through line after line of undead. But they kept getting back up, crawling towards her with grunts and moans--and some were going for Lyanor.

That Deathbringer was a real problem.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

1 hour ago, #1 Taln Fan said:

Saaphir reached Ne’ik, then grabbed him by the ankles and hauled him off to a side room, staying low. He closed the door, leaving Ne’ik tied up in the room, and rejoined the fray.

(“Hey, stop that! Where are you taking me? Oh. Um… thank you?”)

[Quivil]

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can I tell which one's the deathbringer?

 

[Mystic Syn she/her]

2 minutes ago, Tani said:

can I tell which one's the deathbringer?

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The siblings are both Deathgranters. The sister is the one controlling the dead, and the brother is the one that can cause lacerations, but is slowed by Raviid.

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

Trusting--hoping--that Lyanor could hold out, Elya broke free of the undead hordes. She charged the siblings, swinging her blade at the slowed brother before moving towards the sister with a cold fury.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Arya swore, pulling her hand in, using another corpse to block the strike for her brother as well as herself. A grin eerily similar to her brother's found its way on her lips as she raised a hand up and flicked her fingers forward.

A good portion of corpses didn't lunge for Elya, no... They forced their way to Ji, who still laid helpless on the floor as his breathing began to slow.

Arya made quick of the time to grab her brother to force him to fall back.

[S4S]

7 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"Everybody GET DOWN!"

At the sudden sound of gunshots and the Mystic's command, Locke's eyes snapped open as he instinctively rolled low across the narrow entryway into a side room with a single door. Sliding his way to cover, he glanced back out the doorway to the smaller room as he watched the surprise ambush on Ji and the others shatter the calm stillness of the morning.

After watching the clash of Mystics for a few moments, Locke gathered his bearings before glancing over to his left towards the doors leading outside the hospital. It made him pause for a moment: he could leave now, and no one would notice. This wasn't his fight- it was never his fight to begin with, nor did he really want it to be. Locke had nothing to gain from an overthrown government and the murder of some assassin with a cryptic name. None of that mattered to him.

But something inside him wouldn't let him leave. Not like this... Locke already knew what he had to do.

Frowning as he looked back to the center of the hideout with a soft growl of frustration, Locke kept his eyes towards the fight in the middle of the chaotic room as he carefully began slipping his way along the edge of the wall, moving with the controlled speed and precision of someone who had been in a situation like this more than once. Using the pillars in the room as cover and angling his positioning behind them to mask his approach from the attacking Corhic's and undead, he slowly made his way to the far end of the room behind where the two Mystics stood, waiting for an opening.

It was only a matter of seconds before Locke saw his opening. Elya--who's name Locke had almost missed in the middle of the fray--broke free of the swarming undead and began to rush the Corhic Mystics in a bold rushing attack. The female Mystic who was controlling the undead seemed preoccupied with the counterattack, her assault to take down Ji, and retrieving her brother all at the same time.

Now.

Dashing around the pillar towards the Mystics without a second thought, Locke rushed forward at a full sprint. Then, when he was only a few paces from the female Corhic that hadn't slowed, Locke jumped forward as he threw his legs toward the Deathbringer and kicked hard into her ribs with both feet. Locke wasn't entirely sure if it had been enough to break any ribs, but it was enough to heavily stagger the Mystic and hopefully provide an opening for Elya if she could dodge between the undead corpses the Corhic Mystic had thrown in her way.

"Come on..." Locke grunted under his breath as he pushed off the female Deathbringer and hit the floor with a thud, rolling back onto his feet as he landed and dodging out of the way of a possible kick from the teetering Mystic.

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Would have posted sooner had I not been at work- sorry this post is just Locke rushing to catch up with everything.

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

Lights!

Elya withdrew, hacking through more bodies. There were simply too many of them. Weak, frail, and slow; but persistent. They were going for everyone--Lyanor, barely holding her own; Ji, nearly unconscious on the ground.

She caught a glimpse of him. His sweater hadn't been anywhere near that red a few minutes ago, and his face had gone pale. Hell. He was dying. If they couldn't help him soon...

But the monsters were still coming. They were overtaking the others. There was no way around it; she had to get rid of that Deathgranter.

I'm sorry, Ji... just hold on.

With a renewed burst of strength, Elya started crashing through the corpses, bent--pinpoint fixated--on killing her.

[#1 Taln Fan he/him]

Saaphir quickly surveyed the situation. He saw Ji lying on the ground, bloodied and barely concious. Saaphir ran forward, dodging past corpses, slashing at some. He reached Ji and laid about himself with his katana. He slashed through several corpses, standing beside Ji and fending off encroaching enemies. He lopped off one corpse’s legs at the knees, then felt a dull pain in his foot. It grew sharper, flaring in pain. He spared a brief glance at his bare left foot, which was covered in blood. 

He’d been shot. In the foot. Who got shot in the foot of all places?

Saaphir grimaced, trying to ignore the pain as he fought, trying to keep weight off his wounded foot.

[Fallapede]

2 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Lights!

Elya withdrew, hacking through more bodies. There were simply too many of them. Weak, frail, and slow; but persistent. They were going for everyone--Lyanor, barely holding her own; Ji, nearly unconscious on the ground.

She caught a glimpse of him. His sweater hadn't been anywhere near that red a few minutes ago, and his face had gone pale. Hell. He was dying. If they couldn't help him soon...

But the monsters were still coming. They were overtaking the others. There was no way around it; she had to get rid of that Deathgranter.

I'm sorry, Ji... just hold on.

With a renewed burst of strength, Elya started crashing through the corpses, bent--pinpoint fixated--on killing her.

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Raviid is right next to Ji, you know

Raviid swore loudly, raising a hand to slow the Deathgranter, then stopped. It wouldn't be enough. Swearing again, he reached inward, unraveling the Foretelling around himself. Immediately, he could feel his cells beginning to die, but the constraint around his power was gone as well. Waving a hand, he accelerated the corpses, disintegrating them into gray dust. The rush of power threatened to overwhelm him, so he focused on Ji, deftly manipulating both sides of his power to rapidly heal his wounds.

Edited February 8, 2022 by Fallapede

[Quivil]

Kazh stepped into the room and sprinted over to the dying fellow. He crouched over the boy, checking to see where the most blood was coming from.

His knife's blade was glowing.

...

And then he noticed that the dying fellow was no longer dying.

Edited February 8, 2022 by Tani

[Mystic Syn she/her]

29 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

With a renewed burst of strength, Elya started crashing through the corpses, bent--pinpoint fixated--on killing her.

Arya cursed again, sending more corpses at Elya as she shook her brother.

"Saatvik!" she yelled at him. "What has gotten into you?!"

The brother––Saatvik––raised his eyebrows at her questionably, still grinning. "Nothing, why?"

She pointed at Elya after rolling her eyes. Saatvik followed her finger, then grinned. "No problem," he sang, knives flashing in his hands again as he dashed towards Elya, the knives still dripping with blood as he raised them to meet her blade.

53 minutes ago, Fallapede said:

Raviid swore loudly, raising a hand to slow the Deathgranter, then stopped. It wouldn't be enough. Swearing loudly, he reached inward, unraveling the Foretelling around himself. Immediately, he could feel his cells beginning to die, but the constraint around his power was gone as well. Waving a hand, he accelerated the corpses, disintegrating them into gray dust. The rush of power threatened to overwhelm him, so he focused on Ji, deftly manipulating both sides of his power to rapidly heal his wounds.

Ji coughed, then gasped. Everything was getting... better? The lacerations sealed themselves, though the blood still soaked his whole body. He was still pale, but he managed opened his eyes weakly for a moment before they fell shut again.

[Channelknight Fadran]

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Aight--here goes a big one.

Sparks scattered left and right as the clattering of steel on steel rang out. Between living corpses, the brother's attacks and defenses, and the blood running--gushing--down her face, Elya drew more and more on her powers. Despite having been well-rested and fighting ready, it took more effort than she'd had to muster in a long time to stay afoot.

Three of the Emperor's 'Reapers,' as he called them. Elya scanned the one called Saatvik through the bloody pain, reading his attacks. He'd put the knives away to use his powers: clearly they were a secondary weapon. By the ferocious way he hacked at her and the malicious glint in his eyes, she could glean his patterns--in and out of form. The ability to inflict and spread such damage was an undeniably vicious and efficient way to take out an opponent--but there was one aspect in which it was lacking.

Elya's powers blazed up inside of her, pouring through mind and muscle. Her movements, reactions, and perception all flared to a crescendo as she pushed as much power, momentum, and speed into her ever-increasing attacks--

Putting, as it should, the Deathgranter on the defensive.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Saatvik fell back on defense, smiling nonetheless. He deflected her attacks with his knives, putting in more effort to not get hit by her blade. Excitement coursed through him as he grew closer to her attacks, baring his canines with a smile. Saatvik upped the pace, his feet moving with trained quickness as he almost danced with Elya as they fought, smiling the whole time. He knew that she was trained, by who was a bigger question... He did feel like he fought someone who used a similar fighting style before.

His power surged through him, demanding that he draw blood. Saatvik let his grin grow as he closed in on the space in between them. He snuck in some jabs here and there, though she got him every once in a while; it didn't matter, though. As long as he could see her bleed, it was enough for him. At one point, he stood with his lips only mere inches from her ear.

"You have relations to the Angel?" Saatvik whispered, his accent coming through. "You fight an awful lot like her."

Saatvik brushed her arm, his power bursting alight again as he used it on her once again, more lacerations engraving her skin.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

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I hope this works.

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have a dash

copy/paste

Edited February 8, 2022 by Szeth_Pancakes