Zvso – A Roleplay

[Going_North_cal]

Ceph watched from the other end of the alleway as fire exploded into the undead. He shielded his face as heat radiated from the cloud of flames.

He unloaded the whole clip from his gun into the horde, but there were so many of them.

The Mystic was fighting Elya, John had a propane tank,  Ji was on the run, and Saaphir was dead.

Did that mean he'd failed? Did that mean he'd tried to help, and failed?

No.

He drew the knife from his boot, and jumped into the horde, slashing about him in a frenzied rage. Rage filled him, consumed him. He willed his body to faze through anything that was near, and he became untouchable. He slashed and swung and stabbed. He summoned a featherling that looked like Gilbert to fight.

Finally, father and son, side by side, for the first time in years. Ceph did not relent. He continued to fight. And break his way towards Elya and the Mystic.

[Quivil]

Kazh watched Grace cast fire and reacted before thinking, casting fire resistance on himself. So many corpses. He couldn't create fire in this mess, that would just make it worse. What about a firecloud, right around the Deathgranter? No, she was moving too much. Turning her into fire wouldn't work well, unless he planned to cast extinguish fire right afterwards. How would Elya react though? What could he do to help? Could he get close enough to touch the girl? He pulled out his knives and started pushing through the crowd of corpses, stabbing any hands that grabbed at him, but not going on the offensive.

[Going_North_cal]

Ceph and his Featherling son continued to push towards Elya, who was still locked in combat with the mysterious Deathgranter.

But the bodies just kept coming. They would soon be overrun, and it would take a miracle to save themselves now.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya grunted, taking a light slash to the face, then ducked backwards and whipped out one of her throwing knives. This Deathgranter was a close-quarters fighter, despite their abilities. Were they just being blinded by rage?

[Mystic Syn she/her]

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Who cares that it's kinda late? I'm on a writing high and might as well use some of it here, even if it'll be crappy lolll.

Arya pressed her attacks harder, swiping at Elya when she had the chance. Bloodlust entered her gaze, blending with the anger and hatred. She didn't care how many times she was getting hit––even if most of the corpses were taking the brunt of the damage meant for her. All she cared about was seeing Elya bleed. Suffer. Hurt. Anything. Anything that would result in her feeling some level of pain. Some level of what she had put Saatvik through.

Corpses pushed against anyone that tried to intervene Arya and Elya. More of them came when only a few were taken down. A good portion of them burned from Grace's fire, but there always seemed to be more where that came from. They took the brunt of the fire, protecting Arya from whatever harm was sent her way. With another burst of Mystical power from Arya, Sapphir's body rose and joined the ranks of the rest of the corpses, fighting back against her foes.

Ji looked back to see if anyone was following, and not much to his surprise, no one was. He was met with a sea of corpses either way he looked. Ji continued to kick and punch away at them, mentally refusing to use his Mystical power. He looked toward Elya, seeing the Deathgranter and the pure rage practically bleeding off her form as she continued her attack against Elya. He bowed his head slightly, kicking another corpse. The only way he would be useful if he were to just do as she told. Maybe then would he be of worth. Nothing else could––

The corpse wall pushed against him, forcing him back to the action. He grunted, pushing back. He looked back at Elya, his eyes widening at how close-quartered the battle had become in the mere seconds he turned away. But he noticed...

Ji considered his options for a second, then set his jaw, pushing through and leaping over the corpses.

Arya avoided the attacks made at her––either by Elya or any of the other group members. She gripped the knife tighter, poking a few more jabs. This was what she needed. A bit more time. That twisted grin––awfully reminiscent of her brother's own grin––grew as she pushed against Elya. One of the corpses slipped something quietly in her free hand as she fought. Arya hid it behind her back as best as she could, but the secret would be given away here soon anyways.

"You will understand," she snarled, raising a long dark thin blade to bring down on Elya, and––

CLANG

Ji stood there with his arm raised, holding Arya's blade back with just that.

Wait, no.

A ghostly apparition of a gauntlet and arm brace formed around his forearm, glowing brighter as he held firm. Ji growled, the glowing veins finally touching his eyes, giving them a soft blue glow. He pushed the blade and Arya away, glaring at her as the gauntlet glowed brightly.

"What the..." Arya whispered, reading both her knife and long dark blade. The corpses slowed for a second as if watching.

"Not again," Ji growled, "not ever." He looked back at Elya. "Together this time."

[xinoehp512 he/him]

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Is Arya the Deathgranter that Elya was talking about?

 

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

The corpses' attentions were focused on all the other members of the group, so Lyanör was able to get into a hiding place where she could avoid being noticed. I really wish I had a bow and arrow right now. Guns are too loud. 

Luckily, the whole battlefield was far louder.

Lyanör shot at the Deathgranter, aiming to kill.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Is Arya the Deathgranter that Elya was talking about?

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Yes, sir.

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

11 hours ago, Mystic Syn said:

Arya pressed her attacks harder, swiping at Elya when she had the chance. Bloodlust entered her gaze, blending with the anger and hatred. She didn't care how many times she was getting hit––even if most of the corpses were taking the brunt of the damage meant for her. All she cared about was seeing Elya bleed. Suffer. Hurt. Anything. Anything that would result in her feeling some level of pain. Some level of what she had put Saatvik through.

Corpses pushed against anyone that tried to intervene Arya and Elya. More of them came when only a few were taken down. A good portion of them burned from Grace's fire, but there always seemed to be more where that came from. They took the brunt of the fire, protecting Arya from whatever harm was sent her way. With another burst of Mystical power from Arya, Sapphir's body rose and joined the ranks of the rest of the corpses, fighting back against her foes.

Ji looked back to see if anyone was following, and not much to his surprise, no one was. He was met with a sea of corpses either way he looked. Ji continued to kick and punch away at them, mentally refusing to use his Mystical power. He looked toward Elya, seeing the Deathgranter and the pure rage practically bleeding off her form as she continued her attack against Elya. He bowed his head slightly, kicking another corpse. The only way he would be useful if he were to just do as she told. Maybe then would he be of worth. Nothing else could––

The corpse wall pushed against him, forcing him back to the action. He grunted, pushing back. He looked back at Elya, his eyes widening at how close-quartered the battle had become in the mere seconds he turned away. But he noticed...

Ji considered his options for a second, then set his jaw, pushing through and leaping over the corpses.

Arya avoided the attacks made at her––either by Elya or any of the other group members. She gripped the knife tighter, poking a few more jabs. This was what she needed. A bit more time. That twisted grin––awfully reminiscent of her brother's own grin––grew as she pushed against Elya. One of the corpses slipped something quietly in her free hand as she fought. Arya hid it behind her back as best as she could, but the secret would be given away here soon anyways.

"You will understand," she snarled, raising a long dark thin blade to bring down on Elya, and––

CLANG

Ji stood there with his arm raised, holding Arya's blade back with just that.

Wait, no.

A ghostly apparition of a gauntlet and arm brace formed around his forearm, glowing brighter as he held firm. Ji growled, the glowing veins finally touching his eyes, giving them a soft blue glow. He pushed the blade and Arya away, glaring at her as the gauntlet glowed brightly.

"What the..." Arya whispered, reading both her knife and long dark blade. The corpses slowed for a second as if watching.

"Not again," Ji growled, "not ever." He looked back at Elya. "Together this time."

Elya shoved her arm forwards, jabbing her knifeblade into Arya's shoulder. It wouldn't be anywhere near lethal enough to kill, but maybe it could break her concentration and remove some of the living corpses around them.

Then, she...

...Lights. Was she blushing?

She smiled, turned her eyes back to Ji, then nodded. "Okay."

[Going_North_cal]

A corpse stabbed the featherling next to Ceph, and the ghostly apparition of his son faded away. And with it, for some reason, went the feelings of guilt. Ceph felt at peace, felt like everything would be ok.

Well, not everything would be ok, there was still a horde of corpses, and miraculously, Ji was using his arm to defend Elya against the Deathgranter. Ceph watched as Ji pushed the Deathgranters blade away, then as Elya jabbed her knifeblade into the Deathgranter's shoulder.

Ceph fazed harder than ever before and sped through the corpses, to reach the Deathgranter. He snuck up behind the Deathgranter, translucent, and struck with his knife.

[Thaidakar the Ghostblood he/him]

Jeh sighed as he walked around the market. it was the next day and he was to meet Riin and the team at an abandoned power plant on the other side of the city. he passed a fat vendor haggling nut, he called out, "you! cohre! want some nuts or dates!" the fat man waved him over and Jeh rolled his eyes as he came over.

"I don't want any of your nuts," said Jeh impatiently, "my life is nuts enough already."

the man sighed and then whispered, "well Jeh, does that mean you're out?"

Jeh widened his eyes and whispered back, "you're part of the team Riin told me about?" 

"yeah," the man said, "the team is not at the power plant, they're down here." he gestured to the a patch of ground roughly the size of a square, he hit it twice and it suddenly lifted up. it was Riin.

"come down here Jeh!" said Riin merrily, "the team is down here, sorry about the deception, I can tell you more down here, hurry now!"

[Mystic Syn she/her]

3 hours ago, DramaQueen said:

Lyanör shot at the Deathgranter, aiming to kill.

42 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Elya shoved her arm forwards, jabbing her knifeblade into Arya's shoulder. It wouldn't be anywhere near lethal enough to kill, but maybe it could break her concentration and remove some of the living corpses around them.

8 minutes ago, Doomslug The Destroyer said:

Ceph fazed harder than ever before and sped through the corpses, to reach the Deathgranter. He snuck up behind the Deathgranter, translucent, and struck with his knife.

Arya cried out, backing away from Elya, feeling a bullet dig its way in her skin. Some of the corpses around her came to a stop, shuddering as they fell to the ground in dry heaps. She didn't drop her blade, but her grip began to slip. Arya gasped, managing to sidestep Ceph's attack, disarming him with her dark blade. She stood in between the three, the corpses around her shivering with life as they surged forward, desperate to separate the three.

47 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

She smiled, turned her eyes back to Ji, then nodded. "Okay."

Ji held his other hand out, a long ghostly blade appearing by his side, floating in the air. He tilted his head from side to side, popping as he did so, then charged through the corpses to Arya. With each new corpse, he thrust his hand forward, the blade echoing his actions. It tore through some of the ranks of the corpses, slowly making its way to Arya.

With his gauntlet, Ji pushed against the sea of corpses, ramming through any corpse that dared to try and come close to him. He maneuvered through the ranks, keeping his eyes on the next corpse.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Grace's fire sputtered out, but the zombies kept coming.

This is too much, she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and transitioned.

In the Enchanted realm, she exhaled, relaxing slightly. She looked around, taking stock of the battlefield and trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

@Mystic Syn

[Going_North_cal]

Ceph cursed as the Deathgranter smacked his knife out of his hand. That was his sword, his gun, and his knife gone. All he had now was his one shot pistol strapped to his arm under his coat. He didn't use it though, he wanted to catch the Deathgranter off guard. He started punching corpses left and right, shouting the whole time.

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

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Uhhh

Lyanör kept shooty mcshooting the angry evil lady.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Dragging her blade through a corpse, Elya worked her way to the Deathgranter. She bobbed and weaved between the ranks, inching ever closer to a point that she couldn't possibly guard back. There was only so long the mystic could hold out.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

On 3/12/2022 at 0:34 PM, xinoehp512 said:

In the Enchanted realm, she exhaled, relaxing slightly. She looked around, taking stock of the battlefield and trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

As she entered the Enchanted Realm, a wide array of colors came off the people she looked at, besides the corpses; they, on the other hand, held a tiny pinprick of black and white Light. They all streamed from the same source, branching off of Arya into their otherwise dead forms. A few corpses ran out of Light, falling to the ground as Arya backed off from the attacks.

Arya's chest was a beacon of black and white Light, swirling together as it worked hard and branched off to the corpses around her. Bright and dark red popped off in her head, desperately wanting to bleed out into the world around it.

When Grace looked over Ji, his head was filled with a more subdued tone of red; more subdued than earlier. There still was an anger to it, but it seemed to burn with more of a purpose than just rage; and every so often, there were still little pops of pink appearing every here and there. Near the edges of the head colors were that dark blue and gray, almost in the background, but still taking up residence in his mind.

7 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Dragging her blade through a corpse, Elya worked her way to the Deathgranter. She bobbed and weaved between the ranks, inching ever closer to a point that she couldn't possibly guard back. There was only so long the mystic could hold out.

For a split second, the corpses around them slowed. Arya shook her head, controlling her breathing as she looked back up at Elya. The corpses surged, attacking with newfound strength as Arya made her way through the ranks around Elya, holding onto her dark blade tightly as she snuck up behind her.

Ji cut down more corpses, but there always seemed to be more where that came from. Looking up from the battle, he caught the smallest glimpse of Arya fading into the ranks of corpses behind her. A frown pulled his lips down as she disappeared in the fray, but he continued to fight against the bodies. He ran his blade through some corpses and bashed a few more with his gauntlet, leaning back to avoid their attacks. Ji rose, his eyes finally finding Arya.

He pushed his way through the crowd––stabbing and bashing more corpses––then raised his gauntlet to meet Arya's dark blade with a harsh clang before it could hit Elya. Arya pushed against his strength, but Ji held firm as he grounded his teeth.

"You're in the way," she snarled, driving and twisting her long knife into the middle of his chest.

He couldn't feel a thing; probably was the adrenaline kicking in. He stumbled back a bit, but stood strong against the Deathgranter's pushes. Something warm and sticky ran down his chest––drenching his new hoodie––but Ji paid no heed to it. He, instead, stared Arya straight in the eye and grinned.

"Elya!" he called out.

[#1 Taln Fan he/him]

On 3/11/2022 at 1:02 PM, Channelknight Fadran said:

Gods almighty. I wasn't expecting you to kill him off

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Heck yeah. More fun to kill him off than to have him just wander away. xD

 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

9 hours ago, Mystic Syn said:

As she entered the Enchanted Realm, a wide array of colors came off the people she looked at, besides the corpses; they, on the other hand, held a tiny pinprick of black and white Light. They all streamed from the same source, branching off of Arya into their otherwise dead forms. A few corpses ran out of Light, falling to the ground as Arya backed off from the attacks.

Arya's chest was a beacon of black and white Light, swirling together as it worked hard and branched off to the corpses around her. Bright and dark red popped off in her head, desperately wanting to bleed out into the world around it.

When Grace looked over Ji, his head was filled with a more subdued tone of red; more subdued than earlier. There still was an anger to it, but it seemed to burn with more of a purpose than just rage; and every so often, there were still little pops of pink appearing every here and there. Near the edges of the head colors were that dark blue and gray, almost in the background, but still taking up residence in his mind.

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Does her knife look at all unusual?

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

9 hours ago, Mystic Syn said:

He pushed his way through the crowd––stabbing and bashing more corpses––then raised his gauntlet to meet Arya's dark blade with a harsh clang before it could hit Elya. Arya pushed against his strength, but Ji held firm as he grounded his teeth.

"You're in the way," she snarled, driving and twisting her long knife into the middle of his chest.

He couldn't feel a thing; probably was the adrenaline kicking in. He stumbled back a bit, but stood strong against the Deathgranter's pushes. Something warm and sticky ran down his chest––drenching his new hoodie––but Ji paid no heed to it. He, instead, stared Arya straight in the eye and grinned.

"Elya!" he called out.

She almost froze. Was... he was--

Lights. Elya grit her teeth, then slashed across a couple more corpses. They all slowed, giving her just a moment to slide her blade up and out. She darted forwards, sidestepped a corpse, then cut across the Deathgranter's chest a wide arc and swung back around to ram the end of the blade into her heart.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

3 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Does her knife look at all unusual?

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Physically, it looks like any other knife; in the Enchanted Realm, there's a little bit of black and white Light in there i would be thinking about the blade she has is all i'm gonna say.

 

2 hours ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

She almost froze. Was... he was--

Lights. Elya grit her teeth, then slashed across a couple more corpses. They all slowed, giving her just a moment to slide her blade up and out. She darted forwards, sidestepped a corpse, then cut across the Deathgranter's chest a wide arc and swung back around to ram the end of the blade into her heart.

The corpses around them came to a halt as she gasped. One by one, they fell to the ground, disintegrating to fine dust that was quickly picked up by the breeze. A few seconds of panic, then realization touched Arya's eyes as she looked down at the blade penetrating her heart. The blade she held clattered to the ground, her grip slipping off the knife still embedded in Ji's chest. Her knees buckled underneath the weight that grew heavier and heavier, causing her to fall. Any source of life left her frame, leaving her limp.

Ji took a step back, the gauntlet and blade fading away with his glowing veins. He breathed heavily, adrenaline still pumping in his veins; he just didn't know how long it would take for the pain to set in. He looked down at the blade in his chest, reached up, then stopped. Surveying the area, Ji counted everyone off... except Sapphir. Pangs of guilt washed over him, but he shook it away before it could have a firm grip on him.

"Is everyone alright?" he asked, his breathing becoming shorter and shorter, feelings of needles being injected into his legs slowly making its way into the front of his mind.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Blood spilled and splattered as Elya drew the sword back out of the Deathgranter's chest. Her hands shook violently, now stained with blood that wasn't her own. The image of Ji covered in red had to have been... an illusion. A trick of the light. It wasn't his. The chaos, the--the--

Elya braced herself and turned around, then dropped her sword as she rushed forwards to grab him. Lights. Lightslightslights...

Maybe it wasn't too deep. Maybe the blade wasn't at all jagged or rusted, or... or maybe...

"You're gonna be okay," she panted, wrapping an arm around Ji to hold him steady as she brought out as many bandages as she could grab. "You're going... Lights. Not... not you too..."

Saaphir's body wisped away into old, dead ashes.

"You're okay..."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

"What huff are you huff talking about..?" he asked, his legs finally giving up on him as his hearing started to fade. "I'm huff fine."

Ji gasped for breath, becoming more labored by the second. He just needed to calm down, that's all; but when he tried taking in deep breaths, he just couldn't. His body wouldn't allow it. Even when he tried, it just hurt like he'd been dipped in acid.

"It'll be huff fine," Ji said, his skin paling as he smiled at her. "I couldn't see huff you get huff hurt huff again. As long as huff you're alright huff everything'll be huff okay."

[Channelknight Fadran]

Her entire... everything was confused. The tiniest parts of her tried to cry, laugh, smile, say anything. Literally every feeling was trying to burst out at the same time.

"No. Ji..." Elya hesitated, then carefully wrapped her hand around the knife in his chest.

Concentrate. Calm. Harmonize.

She could do that.

"You can hold still, right?"

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Her voice echoed in his head, as if sounding like she was yelling in a canyon. He tried to understand and decipher what in the world she was saying, but it all echoed away into pain.

Ji squinted. Was everything becoming darker? He tried opening his eyes wider, but the darkness remained. Everything was becoming harder and harder to do, even just keeping his eyes open. He let himself relax a bit, the darkness increasing in size.