Zvso – A Roleplay

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

Ne'ik whimpered slightly.

Edited December 17, 2021 by Ookla the Confused
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[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya put her breathing back under control. "That's good. Now if you could please sit still..."

She reached down, gripped the dagger's hilt, and yanked it out.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

Ne'ik screamed, flailing. Blight, that hurts!

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya grunted, pressing her weight onto her forearm into his chest to hold him still. She dropped the dagger, shoving her fist against the wound.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

Ne'ik screamed some more. Why hasn't she killed me yet? I tried to kill her!

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Can you hold yourself still?" Elya asked.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

The Blight? “Um… I’ll try?”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Don't try. I need you to hold still." Elya reached into her jacket and brought out a roll of bandages and antiseptic.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Lad said:

"Don't try. I need you to hold still." Elya reached into her jacket and brought out a roll of bandages and antiseptic.

Ne’ik regained his sense. “No! You’re a Blighting Mystic! Why should I trust you?” After a moment’s consideration, he spat in her face.

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No, I have no idea what the Blight is. It sounds cool, ok?

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya tore off a length of bandage, wadded it up, soaked it in the antiseptic, then pressed it to the wound.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

His wound burned like some God-Blighted inferno. He wanted to scream, but he’d already shown enough weakness here. “What. Kind. Of. Blighted. Mystic. Torture. Is. This?” Neik asked through gritted teeth.

[Channelknight Fadran]

"I told you to sit still." Elya said, grunting. It was harder than most people thought to hold a wet rag to a bleeding cut. She shifted herself, placing her knee and shin on his chest to hold him down instead so she could work with both hands; Elya started wrapping another strand of bandages around it, holding it as tight as possible.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

Ne’ik gritted his teeth and said nothing.

[Channelknight Fadran]

The blood wasn't leaking too badly; she wrapped it up a couple extra times to be safe, then tied it off. Elya let out a breath, then stood and wiped the spit off her face.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

“Great,” Ji said, his blades finally disappearing as well as his muddled senses. “Add him to the pile, but let’s get out of here. We’ve already drawn enough attention from the Pacis as is.”

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

"Pile?" Ne'ik asked. He tried to stand up but couldn't - he settled on sitting up. "What pile?" His vision blurred - he tried to blink it away, but the fuzziness held.

Edited December 17, 2021 by Ookla the Confused

[Fallapede]

"I agree that we should be moving. We're lucky your attacker had a change of heart."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Ji grumbled something quietly. “The pile that keeps getting bigger every minute I spend here,” he muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Look, I dunno who sent you or what you want, but we’re going to have to get moving unless you want to be behind bars for the rest of your life.”

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

"...We?"

[Mystic Syn she/her]

“Yes, ‘we.’ Light, it’s like talking to a brick wall.”

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

Ne'ik's face scrunched up. "I'm not going anywhere with you or your pack of dirty Blighted sorcerers."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Ji shrugged, indifferent. “Then you can lie here and die,” Ji put simply. “Maybe Ko’ad will bless me by letting the Pacis take you and putting you out of your misery.”

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Velo rocked back and forth in the center of his room, arms wrapped around his legs. Quiet, no, QUIET. Stay stay stay stay... QUIET! He covered his ears with both hands, a grimace on his face. The yelling outside the building sure didn't help.

[Szeth Pancakes he/they]

Ne'ik tentatively looked down (he'd been avoiding doing so, suspecting that there would be a lot of blood) to find that his leg had been neatly tied with a bandage. Was that what she'd been doing? He looked up at the three Mystics and sighed. "Fine."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Are you still armed?" Elya asked.