Zvso – A Roleplay

[Going_North_cal]

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I'll delete that bit then

NOW CAN SOMEONE CATCH ME UP OR IS THERE SOMEHTING IC AN DREAD OR SMTH AOBUFAOUEFEA AAAA

 

[Mystic Syn she/her]

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Basically, bunch o’ Mystics (with a good few of Nihil) got together and are trying to take down the Pacis. Right now, they came back from their safehouse being attacked by the Pacis; more specifically, the Reapers. They’re hanging out in an alleyway with a bunch o’ hammocks. There are a few that are going to go out and get supplies.

 

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

9 hours ago, Mystic Syn said:

Ji let out a breath, his anger steaming off as he turned to Lynaör. “You ready?” He turned to the rest of the group. “Unless anyone else wants to come..?”

@DramaQueen

"Ready."

[#1 Taln Fan he/him]

“Let’s get goin.” Saaphir said, resting his hand on his sword. 
 

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And Doomslug, I’d wait and find a nice time to pop in. You could walk into the alley where everyone else is hanging out, or run into Ji’s group as we go to a safehouse. The latter is probably easier.

 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Grace stood up, resolving to follow the group.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

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Timeskip, or are we waiting for someone else?

 

[#1 Taln Fan he/him]

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I say timeskip

 

[Going_North_cal]

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i suck at finding the difference between latter and former, so ima just run into the safehouse group at some point. uhhh how far ahead is the timeskip?

 

Edited February 24, 2022 by Doomslug The Destroyer

[Quivil]

2 hours ago, Doomslug The Destroyer said:

the difference between latter and former

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Latter is Last

Former is First

 

 

[Going_North_cal]

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Gotcha

 

[Mystic Syn she/her]

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I guess that's on me, then.

T i m e s k i p

Thoughts swirled in his eyes as he led the group through the alleyways. He didn't even need to think about where he was going; he just let his feet do all the work, but it did leave him with the thoughts left unspoken. Every so often, he would look back, guiding the group to the safehouse he had in mind... well, the second one that came to mind. The first one... he couldn't go there. Not now. Not in the state he was already in––

What are you talking about? he asked himself, standing taller. Nothing's wrong. Thoughts you're having: Just imagination. You're fine.

The wood creaked underneath them, but Ji continued forward. One by one, the buildings became older and rundown. People––most of them children––littered the highways, sticking closely to the darkness of the alleyways, eyeing everything warily. There were a handful of kids that would try to stare him down, one or two setting their hands ablaze, but Ji only had to give them a glare to send them scampering.

As they turned the corner, Ji stopped at a battered garage door that's seen better days. He looked up at it, sighed, then rapped his hand against the steel garage door.

Clattering sounded from the inside, followed by a stream of curses. "Password," an old voice barked.

Ji rolled his eyes. "It's me. Let me in. I need supplies."

"I dunno any Me's."

"I don't have time for this, Gramps," he muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's Ji."

"Ji? Oh, Ji! You've grown last I saw ya. Surprised those wretched Pacis dastards haven't caught ya yet." More clatters sounded. "And, the people behind ya?"

"They're with me."

"And ya trust them?"

"Well––"

"Do ya," the voice emphasized, "trust them?"

He glanced back at the group, looking over each of them, then back at the door. "As much as I need to."

The seconds of silence dripped past, before the sounds of clicking locks cut through. The door opened to reveal a wizened short Medetish man. Everything around him was just... clutter. What it was was a mystery to everyone who dared set foot in the garage. He regarded each of them, then motioned inside.

"C'mon! Before those Pacis dastards see you," Gramps barked, looking left to right, though there was no one there.

Ji started to make his way in, before stopping, and also motioning for the group to follow.

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanör followed, smiling kindly at Ji's grandpa. "Hi."

Edited February 25, 2022 by DramaQueen
Darn autocorrect thought I meant Jim, not Ji

[Quivil]

Kazh followed. "Why are you called Gramps?" he asked.

Edited February 25, 2022 by Tani

[xinoehp512 he/him]

17 minutes ago, Mystic Syn said:

T i m e s k i p

Thoughts swirled in his eyes as he led the group through the alleyways. He didn't even need to think about where he was going; he just let his feet do all the work, but it did leave him with the thoughts left unspoken. Every so often, he would look back, guiding the group to the safehouse he had in mind... well, the second one that came to mind. The first one... he couldn't go there. Not now. Not in the state he was already in––

What are you talking about? he asked himself, standing taller. Nothing's wrong. Thoughts you're having: Just imagination. You're fine.

The wood creaked underneath them, but Ji continued forward. One by one, the buildings became older and rundown. People––most of them children––littered the highways, sticking closely to the darkness of the alleyways, eyeing everything warily. There were a handful of kids that would try to stare him down, one or two setting their hands ablaze, but Ji only had to give them a glare to send them scampering.

As they turned the corner, Ji stopped at a battered garage door that's seen better days. He looked up at it, sighed, then rapped his hand against the steel garage door.

Clattering sounded from the inside, followed by a stream of curses. "Password," an old voice barked.

Ji rolled his eyes. "It's me. Let me in. I need supplies."

"I dunno any Me's."

"I don't have time for this, Gramps," he muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's Ji."

"Ji? Oh, Ji! You've grown last I saw ya. Surprised those wretched Pacis dastards haven't caught ya yet." More clatters sounded. "And, the people behind ya?"

"They're with me."

"And ya trust them?"

"Well––"

"Do ya," the voice emphasized, "trust them?"

He glanced back at the group, looking over each of them, then back at the door. "As much as I need to."

The seconds of silence dripped past, before the sounds of clicking locks cut through. The door opened to reveal a wizened short Medetish man. Everything around him was just... clutter. What it was was a mystery to everyone who dared set foot in the garage. He regarded each of them, then motioned inside.

"C'mon! Before those Pacis dastards see you," Gramps barked, looking left to right, though there was no one there.

Ji started to make his way in, before stopping, and also motioning for the group to follow.

Grace looked at the clutter with curious eyes. I wonder if there are any magical artifacts here...

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Just now, xinoehp512 said:

Grace looked at the clutter with curious eyes. I wonder if there are any magical artifacts here...

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Possibly 

"Non' of your business," Gramps retorted, beginning to close the door.

"He's not anyone's grandpa," Ji explained, already sifting through the junk on the table. "Everyone calls him that anyways. By 'everyone,' I mean the kids on the street."

[Quivil]

"Is it because of his age?" Kazh grins a little.

Edited February 25, 2022 by Tani

[Mystic Syn she/her]

"No," the older man said, glaring at Kazh.

"Yes," Ji said with a straight face, tugging a drawer open, sorting through some more things.

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

Lyanör tried--and failed--to hold in a chuckle.

[Frustration]

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir." John said extending his hand.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Grace moved discreetly towards a corner of the pile out of view of everyone else.

[Going_North_cal]

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hold up i have a great idea. my time has come.

Cephus faded in through the garage door, passing through it like a knife through warm butter. He sniffed, noting the group of people rummaging through everything.

"Hey, Gramps," He said. His voice sounded like an oiled chainsaw. When Gramps didn't look up, Ceph snapped his fingers a few times.

"Gramps!"

[Mystic Syn she/her]

“Bah,” he said, shooing John’s hand away.

1 hour ago, Doomslug The Destroyer said:

Cephus faded in through the garage door, passing through it like a knife through warm butter. He sniffed, noting the group of people rummaging through everything.

"Hey, Gramps," He said. His voice sounded like an oiled chainsaw. When Gramps didn't look up, Ceph snapped his fingers a few times.

"Gramps!"

“Ceph, for the five thousandth Lightn’ time,” Gramps said, not even giving him a glance. “Do not, under any circumstances, pass through my garage door! If ya still do it, my collection of Southern Corhic parts will grow.”

[Quivil]

1 hour ago, Mystic Syn said:

“Bah,” he said, shooing John’s hand away.

“Ceph, for the five thousandth Lightn’ time,” Gramps said, not even giving him a glance. “Do not, under any circumstances, pass through my garage door! If ya still do it, my collection of Southern Corhic parts will grow.”

Kazh edged away from Gramps, his grin fizzling out.

[Going_North_cal]

1 hour ago, Mystic Syn said:

“Ceph, for the five thousandth Lightn’ time,” Gramps said, not even giving him a glance. “Do not, under any circumstances, pass through my garage door! If ya still do it, my collection of Southern Corhic parts will grow.”

Ceph smiled, enjoying the old man's frustration. He put his hands up, to say he meant no harm.

"Relax, Gramps, it's the last time, I swear." He nodded towards the group, still smiling, "I heard voices. Who're these folk?"

[Mystic Syn she/her]

“That’s what ya said last time,” he huffed, still not looking at him. “And the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that, and the time before that… I mean it when I say that my collection will grow if ya still do this.”

Gramps waved towards the group. “They’re with Ji.”

Ji lifted a hand in response, pulling out some bandages and first aid kits. He opened them, seeming satisfied with what was in there, then turned to Gramps.

“I think that’s––” he started.

“You’re not going anywhere in those clothes!” Gramps interrupted, sounding an annoyed father. “Light, you look like you take regular baths in blood. I know you hate those dastards as much as I do, but you don’t get to walk around wearing their Lightn’ blood.”

He rolled his eyes and gave Ceph a glance, then wandered to a dresser, pulling the drawers open with a yank and pulling out clothes that looked eerily similar to the ones he was wearing now… except without the blood. Ji shoved his way through the piles of clutter, entering and closing the door to an adjacent room.

“Light,” Gramps swore quietly, folding his arms, “you’d think he’d learn after his years on the street and what happened to his family.” He glanced at Grace, then finally looked at Ceph, a scowl appearing. “Now, what’sit you want?”