Zvso – A Roleplay

[xinoehp512 he/him]

11 hours ago, Mystic Syn said:

High up in the building, there was a glimmer of dark blue and violet. It was extremely hard to see what was above the blue and violet, but from what she could see, there was some sort of neutral color? Even if Grace were to squint, it was difficult what color was in their head.

When she looked down lower, there was a small golden light closer to the ground floor. It moved around, inching closer to what was assumed to be a window. The colors above the gold was some sort of magenta color with the slightest hint of violet.

Grace moved to investigate closer.

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I guess I'm synchronous... Can Grace see the action from where she is, or am I misunderstanding how the combat is flowing?

 

Edited March 17, 2022 by xinoehp512

[DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns]

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I don't know what Lyanör is doing. Probably shooty mcshooting some Mystics.

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya took in a breath--weak, shallow, and somewhat stale--then darted through the gas at the Mystic. She slashed outwards to shift around the fog, then launched through the edges with a puff.

The Mystic's fist flew at her face. Elya ducked aside, slashed, then shot forwards towards him. He was fast and agile, but couldn't completely dodge her attacks: or maybe he was just choosing not to?

He found an opening and dashed forwards. A bloody slice appeared across his chest, but the Mystic still managed to get in close enough to return a strike. Elya dodged the majority of it, but couldn't escape completely unscathed. She slide backwards and pressed a hand to the new gashes on her forearm, only aware a moment later how she'd just let her guard down.

But the Mystic didn't press forwards. Instead he only grinned wider as the cut on his chest stopped bleeding.

Lights. Elya thought. He's one of them.

[Frustration]

John rushed them man, trying to pull him to the ground.

"I'm not losing another one."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

On 3/17/2022 at 5:30 AM, xinoehp512 said:

I guess I'm synchronous... Can Grace see the action from where she is, or am I misunderstanding how the combat is flows?

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She can see the action just fine, yes. Whenever the Mystics use their powers, their colors glow a bit brighter; if they're using it on someone else, then some of that color flows onto the desired object/person.

Guess I'm the one reviving this.

The person helped him sit down on a bench, laying his back against the wall. He laid back, his body breathing a sigh of relief as he slumped. Everything was far too hard for him to be doing this; it was already hard enough to stay awake, let alone breathe through this stupid mask. His mind flashed back to a few hours earlier when he could barely breathe. Ji instantly reached up, undoing the straps of the mask and ripping it off, taking a big gulp of fresh air.

Everything was bright around him. He squeezed his eyes shut from the bright world. Ji rested his head against the wall behind him, feeling himself beginning to drift off.

The sound of footsteps filled the room, but even hearing that was fuzzy. Voices conversed with one another, whispering quietly, but loud enough for Ji to catch little snippets.

"... to ... party thingy?"

"You ... masquerade? ... thing ... boss ... go to ... week?"

"... that ... boss ... going ... there? ... said something ... that."

Silence, then a single pair of footsteps moved toward him.

"This'll ... you up ... okay ... that?" a voice said to him.

Ji groaned, but nodded.

Something wafted into his smell. At first, Ji didn't think much of it, till it started to burn his nostrils. His mind snapped awake, his eyes opening immediately to a bright white room. Ji sat up, rubbing his stinging nose as he squinted, letting his eyes adjust to the new lighting. As the details cleared, two figures became clearer and he realized...

The Deathgranter who'd attacked them in the hospital stared down at him, his twisted smile gleefully touching his lips. A new scar inched down his neck, peeking its way onto his collarbone. That... was not there before.

Another person was with him, someone unfamiliar. She cocked her head down at him, placing a hand on her hip as she watched him slowly wake up.

Ji growled, then thrusted a hand out.

But no blades came.

He tried harder, but nothing came to view. Ji looked down at his hands, then tried reaching for his power. He looked up at the two of them, glaring at them.

"What did you––"

The young woman held up a vial filled with some sort of rocks that appeared to be glowing... Salt?

The Deathgranter leaned toward Ji, glancing back at the young woman as his grin grew.

"No," she said without him making any sounds. "We need him alive for now."

"Oh, c'mon. Just a little bit?"

"No, not a little bit."

"Uhm," Ji piped in, causing the both of them to look toward him as he slowly got up on his feet. "'He' is right here, ya know?"

"This doesn't concern you," the Deathgranter hissed.

His eyebrow lifted between the two of them as they went on, bickering quietly. Ji caught sight of a table off to the right holding some sort of firearm. Despite his dizziness, he quickly, but silently made his way to the table.

Before he could even reach it, the young woman glitched in front of him. Ji jumped back, cursing as he ran into the Deathgranter. Ji tried stumbling away, but the Deathgranter snatched his arm.

"Caught you," he said, a grin twisting his face as the lacerations traced their way up his arm.

Pain shot up his arm, but Ji yanked his arm out of the Deathgranter's grasp before the lacerations got too deep. Blood streamed down his arm, soaking his hoodie, but Ji bolted to the table, eyes set on the gun. He dodged the young woman every time she appeared in front of him, reaching over to the table and snatching up the gun. He picked up the magazine, carefully loading it before pulling the trigger in the Deathgranter's direction.

The Deathgranter whipped out a knife, deflecting the bullet. He grinned, making his way to Ji, who fumbled as he shot more rounds at the Deathgranter. Ji kept light on his feet, but not as well as he would have if he weren't so dizzy. If he hadn't smelled those whatever that girl had put under his nose, he would be faring poorly. Ji cocked the handgun, shooting both the Deathgranter and the girl.

A few bullets found their marks on the Deathgranter, but the girl always glitched out the way, coming closer and closer to him. He tried to run to the door, but his body just wouldn't respond the way his mind would. The pain in his arm made it hard to think, but at least his mind was much more clear than his body.

The girl appeared in front of him, smiling slightly as he stumbled back. She dashed forward, ramming something into his lower right side. It pained him, making him gasp as his body almost stopped, giving him flashbacks of what'd happened earlier when he got stabbed by that Deathgranter girl. His breath caught, remembering very clearly of how he almost died.

No.

He set his jaw, pointing the barrel of his gun under the girl's jaw, and before she could process what was happening, squeezed the trigger.

BANG

Blood spurted on his face as the girl fell to the ground, red draining from her face onto the white tile, staining it. The glow of life left her eyes, leaving her body limp on the ground in a pool of crimson.

Ji breathed heavily, adrenaline still rushing through him. It wouldn't take long for the pain to catch up, so he quickly turned around, and narrowly avoided the Deathgranter reaching out to use his power on him. When looking in his eyes, there was no twisted joy. Instead, it was replaced by a different emotion.

Bloodlust.

He leveled his gun, firing a bullet to the window. The glass shattered, falling to the faraway ground. Ji growled as the Deathgranter grew closer, but managed to dance out of the Deathgranter's grasp, shooting more bullets at the crazed man.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

5 minutes ago, Mystic Syn said:

The person helped him sit down on a bench, laying his back against the wall. He laid back, his body breathing a sigh of relief as he slumped. Everything was far too hard for him to be doing this; it was already hard enough to stay awake, let alone breathe through this stupid mask. His mind flashed back to a few hours earlier when he could barely breathe. Ji instantly reached up, undoing the straps of the mask and ripping it off, taking a big gulp of fresh air.

Everything was bright around him. He squeezed his eyes shut from the bright world. Ji rested his head against the wall behind him, feeling himself beginning to drift off.

The sound of footsteps filled the room, but even hearing that was fuzzy. Voices conversed with one another, whispering quietly, but loud enough for Ji to catch little snippets.

"... to ... party thingy?"

"You ... masquerade? ... thing ... boss ... go to ... week?"

"... that ... boss ... going ... there? ... said something ... that."

Silence, then a single pair of footsteps moved toward him.

"This'll ... you up ... okay ... that?" a voice said to him.

Ji groaned, but nodded.

Something wafted into his smell. At first, Ji didn't think much of it, till it started to burn his nostrils. His mind snapped awake, his eyes opening immediately to a bright white room. Ji sat up, rubbing his stinging nose as he squinted, letting his eyes adjust to the new lighting. As the details cleared, two figures became clearer and he realized...

The Deathgranter who'd attacked them in the hospital stared down at him, his twisted smile gleefully touching his lips. A new scar inched down his neck, peeking its way onto his collarbone. That... was not there before.

Another person was with him, someone unfamiliar. She cocked her head down at him, placing a hand on her hip as she watched him slowly wake up.

Ji growled, then thrusted a hand out.

But no blades came.

He tried harder, but nothing came to view. Ji looked down at his hands, then tried reaching for his power. He looked up at the two of them, glaring at them.

"What did you––"

The young woman held up a vial filled with some sort of rocks that appeared to be glowing... Salt?

The Deathgranter leaned toward Ji, glancing back at the young woman as his grin grew.

"No," she said without him making any sounds. "We need him alive for now."

"Oh, c'mon. Just a little bit?"

"No, not a little bit."

"Uhm," Ji piped in, causing the both of them to look toward him as he slowly got up on his feet. "'He' is right here, ya know?"

"This doesn't concern you," the Deathgranter hissed.

His eyebrow lifted between the two of them as they went on, bickering quietly. Ji caught sight of a table off to the right holding some sort of firearm. Despite his dizziness, he quickly, but silently made his way to the table.

Before he could even reach it, the young woman glitched in front of him. Ji jumped back, cursing as he ran into the Deathgranter. Ji tried stumbling away, but the Deathgranter snatched his arm.

"Caught you," he said, a grin twisting his face as the lacerations traced their way up his arm.

Pain shot up his arm, but Ji yanked his arm out of the Deathgranter's grasp before the lacerations got too deep. Blood streamed down his arm, soaking his hoodie, but Ji bolted to the table, eyes set on the gun. He dodged the young woman every time she appeared in front of him, reaching over to the table and snatching up the gun. He picked up the magazine, carefully loading it before pulling the trigger in the Deathgranter's direction.

The Deathgranter whipped out a knife, deflecting the bullet. He grinned, making his way to Ji, who fumbled as he shot more rounds at the Deathgranter. Ji kept light on his feet, but not as well as he would have if he weren't so dizzy. If he hadn't smelled those whatever that girl had put under his nose, he would be faring poorly. Ji cocked the handgun, shooting both the Deathgranter and the girl.

A few bullets found their marks on the Deathgranter, but the girl always glitched out the way, coming closer and closer to him. He tried to run to the door, but his body just wouldn't respond the way his mind would. The pain in his arm made it hard to think, but at least his mind was much more clear than his body.

The girl appeared in front of him, smiling slightly as he stumbled back. She dashed forward, ramming something into his lower right side. It pained him, making him gasp as his body almost stopped, giving him flashbacks of what'd happened earlier when he got stabbed by that Deathgranter girl. His breath caught, remembering very clearly of how he almost died.

No.

He set his jaw, pointing the barrel of his gun under the girl's jaw, and before she could process what was happening, squeezed the trigger.

BANG

Blood spurted on his face as the girl fell to the ground, red draining from her face onto the white tile, staining it. The glow of life left her eyes, leaving her body limp on the ground in a pool of crimson.

Ji breathed heavily, adrenaline still rushing through him. It wouldn't take long for the pain to catch up, so he quickly turned around, and narrowly avoided the Deathgranter reaching out to use his power on him. When looking in his eyes, there was no twisted joy. Instead, it was replaced by a different emotion.

Bloodlust.

He leveled his gun, firing a bullet to the window. The glass shattered, falling to the faraway ground. Ji growled as the Deathgranter grew closer, but managed to dance out of the Deathgranter's grasp, shooting more bullets at the crazed man.

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Whoa, they disabled his power?  Can Grace see that?

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya ducked around another punch, slashing down the Mystic's face. It didn't do any good that he let her hit him: he always grinned that crazy, euphoric grin, then darted forwards to punch her back and heal his wounds. Blood started accumulating across all the spots he managed to hit, and time and time again it was as though Elya hadn't even left a scratch on him.

Further still, that Transporter was still firing at her. She'd take precious moments to deflect the bullets, and the Lifegiver would ram his spikes into her chest. Elya jumped away, grunting again as flares of pain ran through her sternum.

He was too fast. She couldn't let herself get in close.

So...

"John, Lyanor: take this one." Elya ordered, keeping out of range of his fists. "Don't let him get close. I'll hunt down the Transporter."

@Frustration @DramaQueen

[Mystic Syn she/her]

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

Whoa, they disabled his power?  Can Grace see that?

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Only if she knows about it, which is very, very unlikely bc plot.

 

[Frustration]

54 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Elya ducked around another punch, slashing down the Mystic's face. It didn't do any good that he let her hit him: he always grinned that crazy, euphoric grin, then darted forwards to punch her back and heal his wounds. Blood started accumulating across all the spots he managed to hit, and time and time again it was as though Elya hadn't even left a scratch on him.

Further still, that Transporter was still firing at her. She'd take precious moments to deflect the bullets, and the Lifegiver would ram his spikes into her chest. Elya jumped away, grunting again as flares of pain ran through her sternum.

He was too fast. She couldn't let herself get in close.

So...

"John, Lyanor: take this one." Elya ordered, keeping out of range of his fists. "Don't let him get close. I'll hunt down the Transporter."

@Frustration @DramaQueen

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On 3/17/2022 at 0:09 PM, Frustration said:

John rushed them man, trying to pull him to the ground.

"I'm not losing another one."

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

On 3/17/2022 at 0:09 PM, Frustration said:

John rushed them man, trying to pull him to the ground.

"I'm not losing another one."

The Mystic leapt away, then ducked back in to swipe with his fists. "Another what, hm?"

[Frustration]

"Shut up." John said firing his gun again.

"Don't even acknowledge him, you aren't worthy of that."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Awww. How cute." The Mystic darted forwards with blinding speed, swinging at John's face.

[Frustration]

John watched the hand fly towards him, he could have moved but he didn't. Allowing the fist to connect John grabbed the mystics arm and pulled him in for a grapple.

Edited March 21, 2022 by Frustration

[Channelknight Fadran]

The Mystic grinned, meeting John's eyes.

"Ahh... at least you won't be boring."

He swung out of his grip, jerking around and smashing a fist into John's stomach.

 

As soon as she'd left behind all the gas, Elya pulled off her mask and dropped it to the floor. She gripped her sword in both hands, firing her power to a fuller extent.

"I know you're there..." She muttered.

A portal opened. Elya spun on her heel, slicing the air where the bullet fired. The halves went both directions, clattering against the walls harmlessly.

"There you are."

[Frustration]

John grunted, doubling over as his breath left him.

"You.. want to play..." He wheezed standing upright. "Let's play."

John pulled his small propane tank out of his back and opened it. It flew past the mystic followed shortly after by a lit match.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

11 hours ago, Mystic Syn said:

Only if she knows about it, which is very, very unlikely bc plot.

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Hmm. Alright. I think Grace will investigate the house a bit more- who the people inside are. 

 

[Mystic Syn she/her]

5 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

Hmm. Alright. I think Grace will investigate the house a bit more- who the people inside are. 

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Kewl beans.

Ji began to slow. He tried at his power again to summon anything––preferably that gauntlet he had earlier––but it was still too fuzzy to firmly grasp. It was almost in reach, but always managed to slip whenever he tried to use it. The world spun under his feet, but he remained standing, still shooting at the enraged Deathgranter. The blood streaming down his arm made his grip on the gun slippery, yet he held onto it. He pointed it at the Deathgranter, raining bullets, though he seemed to be missing every shot, or the Deathgranter dodged or deflected the bullets.

The Deathgranter grew faster, noticing Ji's slowness. He closed in, grinning madly as he continued to dodge Ji's sparse bullets. Ji breathed heavily, his lungs threatening to give out on him if he continued to do this, but he just ignored them. He backed up slowly, clicking the trigger of the now empty gun. Cursing softly, Ji threw the gun aside, clattering on the tile.

"All out of tricks?" the Deathgranter mused, twirling the knives in his hands. "I was just getting started."

Ji patted himself for anything on him, his knees wobbling beneath his weight. His hand found the knife that the girl had stabbed him with, still embedded in his side. He wrapped his fingers around the handle––knowing the world of pain that he was going to experience––yanked the bloodied knife from his aching side, and threw it at the Deathgranter.

It sailed cleanly over his shoulder and through the window that Ji'd shot earlier. The Deathgranter watched the knife fly right past him, then turned back to Ji, the mad grin taking up his face.

"You're going to have to try better than that," he tsked.

Ji gave a weak grin, then pulled his hand towards himself.

Ghostly blades sprouted from the Deathgranter's chest, one of them penetrating his heart. Dark blood dripped from the blades, falling to the pristine tile.

A small gasp came from the Deathgranter as he looked down at the blades protruding from his chest. Ji clenched his hand, the blades digging deeper, causing the Deathgranter to gasp again, falling limp to the blades. The blades disappeared, letting the body fall to the ground in a bloodied mess.

Ji stood, adrenaline and his Mystical power running through his veins. He turned to the table where the gun had been placed, hobbling over to it to search it some more before his body gave up on him. He took in a breath after another, rummaging through the various supplies, then caught sight of bandages. Ji immediately snatched them up, then pulled his hoodie off as he lowered himself to the ground, wrapping the bandages tightly around the arm where the Deathgranter had touched him, then moved to his gut wound.

Blood soaked through the bandages, but he held it there with what remaining strength he had. His vision darkened as he muttered to himself, praying to whoever was listening for the bleeding to stop. Ji reached up to lift himself up with the help of the table, but slipped with his bloodied hand. He cursed, then saw something from the table fall to the ground next to him. With a small burst of strength, he picked the thing up, bringing it close to read. A frown pulled his lips downward as he folded the card and placed it in his pocket.

He moved to the girl he shot, lightly frisking for her comm. Ji held the little piece of technology in his hand as he inched himself slowly to the wall behind him, laying against it as he continued to hold the bandages over his gut, silently cursing stabbing in general. His breathing slowed, but Ji refused to give in as he wrapped the bandages around himself.

Gunshots sounded in the distance, but it was too far for him to care about. He looked down at the comm, then weakly reached up and placed it in his ear, tapping it on to listen in to whatever the Mystic's conversation was.

[Quivil]

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This post took a lot of space and I was wrong and didn't read carefully. So now it says this instead. Syn quoted all of what I said in the post below.

 

Edited March 22, 2022 by Tani

[Mystic Syn she/her]

1 minute ago, Tani said:

Actually we removed that knife and Frustration cauterized the wound.

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Actually, no. This is a different knife.

On 3/20/2022 at 5:32 PM, Mystic Syn said:

The girl appeared in front of him, smiling slightly as he stumbled back. She dashed forward, ramming something into his lower right side.

 

 

[Channelknight Fadran]

“She’s almost at my location,” the Transporter reported. “Perceptive, this one… impressive, even, I’d say.”

Meanwhile, Elya dashed through alleyways and around street corners, guiding herself by triangulating the moments of gunfire. It was nearly impossible to tell where the rounds were coming from, as the Transporter kept spawning portal ends from random angles: she had to reassess all the information she received manually in order to get even one point of data.

But, given enough willpower and enemy gunfire, she’d at least pinned down a cardinal direction by now. Elya dodged what bullets she could and sliced all the others cleanly out of the way, thus far taking no damage.

That wouldn’t last long. For all she could tell, the Transporter was only going by adapted information too. As soon as she found him, those shots would become magnitudes more accurate.

Best to burn that bridge when she came to it. ”John, everything going well on your end?”

Edited March 22, 2022 by Channelknight Fadran

[Quivil]

Kazh turned himself into a flame person with one of his spells, then went to help wrestle the lifegiver. Or help light that fancy-dancy propane tank flying towards the lifegiver.

One of those options was significantly more attractive, and it was the one that involved the most fire.

[xinoehp512 he/him]

18 minutes ago, Mystic Syn said:

Kewl beans.

Grace walked through the wall of the house, examining the occupant and the surroundings.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

5 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Grace walked through the wall of the house, examining the occupant and the surroundings.

As she walked through the walls of the tall building, she could see a few people, minding their own business. Their heads were filled with a variety of colors, and only a handful of them had Mystical colors in their chest; most of them were either Lifegivers or Harmonies. When she looked up, there were a few specks of souls here and there, notably with two of them fizzling out to nothing and one beginning to fade slightly.

As far as objects went, there seemed to be nothing.

[Frustration]

29 minutes ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

Best to burn that bridge when she came to it. ”John, everything going well on your end?”

The Propane tank gave an audible bang as it shot away from the two fighters.

"Could be better!" John called back.

[Channelknight Fadran]

“So you’re not dead, then,” Elya replied, nodding.