Zvso – A Roleplay

[Frustration]

"I'll go with you," John said grabbing a flamethrower out of one of the carts.

"The rest of you don't touch anything in those carts while I'm gone."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Here." Elya tossed a comm to Viator. "Wait here until Kazh and Lyanor get back, then ring in. If you guys decide to follow, it'd probably be best to stay in check."

@Emery the Steelrunner

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Ji trudged through the hallway, pulling the new hoodie on. He flicked the remaining lights off, pocketing the bandages and spare food. It would be enough for him to survive for now. That was all that mattered.

He walked through the front door, closing and locking it behind him, then crouching to replace the key.

I’ll be back soon. Ji rose.

Inhale.

Head still pounded.

Exhale.

Well.

Better start off in the direction he came––

Ji stopped.

He grunted, but couldn’t move.

What the––

His limbs twisted painfully in all sorts of directions.

Anguished screams escaped him.

His vision darkened.

The highway beneath disappeared.

“Good night, sweet prince,” a deep voice whispered in his ear.

The force let go.

Wind whipped around his hair.

His head pounded more painfully than before.

His… well, everything ached.

C’mon! he yelled at himself. You can still survi––

CRASH

Whatever he just crashed through shattered and made his body protest more.

Alright. Not the best outcome, but we can––

CRASH

Someone yelled at him in… he couldn’t tell if that was regular Medetish or some made-up language.

O…kay. That was––

SPLASH

Water enveloped him, filling his ears in seconds.

What air was left in his lungs quickly escaped in bubbles.

Salt stung his throat and eyes.

Ji thrashed around for a moment, but to no success.

Lights. I’m not… going to die again… for the… fourth time.

I need to… I have to…

[Channelknight Fadran]

Alright... where in the world would he have gone? Elya thought, darting back and forth through the crowds. Not away. Would he? Lights, curse it... is he back at the market? The hospital? Somewhere else?

He'd said he had plenty of safehouses scattered around the city, but hadn't ever bothered to clarify where any of them were. "John. This... Gramps person. Where are they?"

[Frustration]

John glanced around, feeling exposed in the crowd, several people gave him strange looks seeing his flamethrower and rifle, but no one commented. "He lives not far from the alleyway you were staying at when I found you. I can lead you there."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Let's go, then." Elya glanced over her shoulder again, then gestured for him to lead the way.

[Frustration]

It took longer than he would have liked, and he got lost more than once, but eventually John managed to lead them to the correct location.

"That's the place, right there."

[Channelknight Fadran]

@Mystic Syn

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We require your services

Elya nodded, straightening her jacket. She knocked on the door. "Hello? Mr... um, Gramps?"

[Mystic Syn she/her]

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Aight then.

A little peep hole opened.

“I don’t care who the Pacis sends,” an elderly voice barked. “I am not paying taxes.”

The peep hole slammed shut.

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Is Ji here?"

[Frustration]

"I like this guy," John whispered.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

“Who’s Ji?” the now muffled voice asked. “Even if I did know this Ji character, I wouldn’t tell it to Pacis dastards like you.”

[Frustration]

"Gramps it's John, I was with Ji when he came here a few days ago."

Edited June 16, 2022 by Frustration

[Channelknight Fadran]

"We...  umm... lost him."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

The peep hole opened again. An eye stared at both of them.

“How can you lose a boy as hot-tempered as he is?” He looked between both of them, then sighed. “Come on in.”

The door opened to a stout elderly man, waving them inside as he looked left and right.

[Channelknight Fadran]

Elya entered and nodded to him politely. "My name is Elya. I'm a friend of his. I wasn't here last time because... well, I was dying."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

“I don’t care,” he said, continuing to wave John in. “Where did you see him last and where have you searched?”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"He was last at the market and I've searched... the market." That isn't very helpful, is it? "I... think I might've hurt him. Is there a place that he goes when he's... well, like that?"

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Gramps glanced at her, then sighed. “Ji doesn’t have places to go when he’s upset,” he explained. “He probably would just go steal from the Pacis, the dimlight.”

He tapped his fingers on the door’s surface. “There might be one place where you’ll most likely find him, though, if he is this ‘upset.’”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Where is that?" She sounded more eager than usual.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

He stared at the door blankly.

“The place where his family died,” Gramps whispered, his voice losing its edge. “His home.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

Of... course.

"Alright, then." Elya nodded at John. "Let's get going."

[Mystic Syn she/her]

“It’s east of the Center,” Gramps said, his scowl coming back. “Sanita Street. A few levels up.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"I know where it is." Elya said softly.

She left.

[Mystic Syn she/her]

Gramps just nodded. “Make sure he’s safe. He needs a group now more than ever.”

He grunted, slamming the door behind them with a few clicks.