Channelknight Fadran Posted June 21, 2022 Posted June 21, 2022 Quote Would it behoove us to get the whole gang back together for this? Or is it more "side quest" material?
Emery the Steelrunner he/him Posted June 21, 2022 Posted June 21, 2022 Quote I can have my character sneak out and try to follow you guys.
Channelknight Fadran Posted June 23, 2022 Posted June 23, 2022 Quote Aight. Well... @DramaQueen @Tani Quote Do yourselves a solid and get back soon, aight? As long as Viator's at the apartment, you guys can meet back up with Elya and John. It's time for Everyone Almost Dies Trying to Save Ji: Episode 3
Quivil Posted June 25, 2022 Posted June 25, 2022 @DramaQueen Quote can we timeskip the shopping or do you want to play it out?
DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted June 25, 2022 Posted June 25, 2022 Quote I think we're about done, aren't we? So yeah, timeskip is fine.
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 10, 2022 Posted July 10, 2022 Elya took to the fire escape, ascending the building from the outside. Her orders had been quick and direct this time around. "If all goes well, nothing's happened," she'd said to them, then sighed. "But, knowing Ji, he's probably dying again. And all our faces are on just about every single wanted poster left in the city, so we can't be too careful anyways. "Lyanor, you take the indoor stairwell. Keep an ear out and a bullet ready; they're all compact enough that nobody can exactly dodge you or anything. It'll be up to speed and decision alone. "Kazh, get on the next building over. If anything suspicious goes on outside, start sending out smoke signals. Or, like... flares. Or whatever you can do with your fire magic." Elya shook her head. "Figure it out. "Viator, John: hold the perimeter. If everything goes to hell, use your portals to get everyone out." And then... "Again, he's probably fine. I'll get him out and be back down in a jif if that's the case. If not and I can't contact you, then do what you can." Did any of them really understand what that meant? They'd held their own against the Reaper plenty fine, but that couldn't have been much longer than a few minutes of intense battle. If something like the collapsed building situation happened again... would they be able to stick to the plan in whatever way they could conceive? To deviate for the sake of the overall goal? Or maybe that wasn't what she was really afraid of. "Stay vigliant," Elya said, then leapt onto the fire escape and began ascending the old, abandoned apartment building.
Frustration Posted July 10, 2022 Posted July 10, 2022 John flipped the firepan on his flamethrower open, but left it unlit for the moment. No reason to waste fuel when he didn't need to. "Stay close to me," he whispered to Viator. These fights get nasty fast.
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 10, 2022 Author Posted July 10, 2022 Quote Making me come on here to actually write, tsk tsk even tho coming on here was my choice lol. Darker. Ji thrashed against the unseen force, growing more and more fatigued as he failed to reach the surface. Darker. His lungs threatened to burst. Darker. Water seeped its way between his lips, going down his throat. Darker… Darker… Darker… . . . “Khaos.” He kept his eyes focused on the distant canal, training them on the fading bubbles, then carefully reached up to his earpiece. “Yes, Angel?” he said through gritted teeth, refusing to break eye contact. “They left.” An eyebrow raised. “She’s with them.” It rose higher. “They’re headed your way.” The other eyebrow rose. “I suggest, if you haven’t already, let him go and prepare yourself.” He exhaled slowly. “As you wish, Angel,” Khaos whispered, the overwhelming stress relieving his mind. “You know what to do.” The comm clicked off. Khaos turned from the canal, resting a hand on his side sword. He closed his eyes and breathed in and out deeply. The cool breeze from the Doshvid Mounts whipped through his hair, wafting the scents of the marketplace and the saltiness of the canal below to his nose. People chattered below in languages he was not yet familiar in; it might as well be gibberish for all he cares. Chimes and other assorted items clattered in that same breeze. Perfect. With another inhale, his mind relaxed after hearing the ambience. Exhale… He looked down at the city, taking note of them. Perfect. . . . I can’t do this anymore. Ji floated in darkness, except with his knees tucked in under his chin. The vague feeling of being pulled and shoved tugged in the real world, but it was only that right now: Just a tug. Nothing for him to worry about. Nothing he could do about it. It’s not like he had the power to do so anyway. He couldn’t save himself from danger. He couldn’t use his powers correctly. He couldn’t save anyone around him. He couldn’t keep himself alive properly. Everything around him wanted to kill him. This was… what? The fifth time? Fourth time? Who knows. Who cares? “Just make up your lightn’ mind,” he whispered, his voice breaking once again. The Man in White sipped his tea. “Just… let me go.” Ji buried his face in his knees. “You’ve given me too many chances already. I blew every single one of them.” The Man in White continued to sip his tea. “Can you even hear me?!” He snapped his head towards him. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be sent back to only die again! I’m useless. Stupid. Powerless. I can’t even hold myself against a common Mystic, light it! “I cannot do this anymore. I won’t go through it again. I’m done, ya hear me?! “I. AM. DONE.” The Man in White set his tea down, and turned to Ji, his entire appearance fading. “Please, no––” The tug yanked him back into the veil of darkness. Gasp! Ji rolled on his side, hacking up the rest of the water and other assorted meals into what Ji assumed to be the canal. His mind swam through everything and nothing. His stomach churned uncomfortably, threatening to do it again, but didn’t follow through. His joints felt like they were ripped out of their sockets and placed back in again… except they were placed in terribly. “Liiights!” a fuzzy voice exclaimed. “You’re hotter in real life than in the poster.” He blinked his eyes open, and then squinted at the bright and blurry surroundings. “Ex-huff-excuse me?” “Nothing!” the humanoid blob beside him said a bit too quickly, then started helping him sit up. “Let’s, um… let’s just get you inside.” “I-huff-I am not––” “Vita Vivet.” Ji closed his mouth, staring at the spinning ground. He hadn’t heard that since… “Et Bene huff Vivere,” Ji finished, allowing the person to help him up, and leaned on them to take them into whatever this “inside” was. . . . The Angel clicked the comm off, then looked up at the door she watched the party leave from. She placed her hands on her hips. Let’s hope this works, Krow said. “Me too.”
Emery the Steelrunner he/him Posted July 10, 2022 Posted July 10, 2022 10 hours ago, Frustration said: John flipped the firepan on his flamethrower open, but left it unlit for the moment. No reason to waste fuel when he didn't need to. "Stay close to me," he whispered to Viator. These fights get nasty fast. “Got it.” He whispered back, following John.
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 10, 2022 Posted July 10, 2022 Seventh floor, room number 712. Not far from the emergency exit. Currently vacant. The whole place is. Completely abandoned. Previous client: the Naitos. How long had he been there? If he'd gone directly since whe she left him... a couple hours? Would he even still be there after all that time? Maybe I should've left someone back at the apartment...
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 10, 2022 Author Posted July 10, 2022 Khaos rested his other hand on the railing, looking down as he closed his eyes, and took in another inhale. Same scents, except… It raced within them, pumping harder and harder as––he assumed––they ran… or climbed. Whichever is a viable option. He opened his eyes. Perfect. . . . His vision cleared as he was dragged into the house, though his stomach continued to make threats about turning his insides into his outsides. Ji pulled his head up with a grunt, finally looking at the person… the girl that was pulling him inside. Petite little thing. Amazing how she was able to pull him in. “Are you lightn’ insane?!” someone hissed, though she closed the door behind them. “You could’ve been seen. You could’ve been taken away.” “But I wasn’t,” the girl retorted, hefting Ji as he groaned. “Besides, he would’ve died if I didn’t help.” “So? You still don’t want to be seen helping lightn’ wanted criminals, especially if you used your abilities on him.” “You’re the one that––” Footsteps entered the room, silencing the girls, as they moved towards him. An older woman crouched down, gently turning Ji’s face from side to side as he huffed for air, concern knitting her brow together. “Ysola,” the woman said, standing up. “Take him to the bathroom and make sure he has towels to dry himself off.” “Yes, Mother,” the girl holding him––Ysola––said, helping him up and guiding him. “Nyka,” the woman continued, “make sure that we have dry and warm clothes for him to change into for a bit, till at least his own clothes are dry.” “Yes, Mother,” the other girl––Nyka––said, running up a flight of stairs. Really strange, his confused thoughts muttered as Ysola placed Ji down in the bathroom on a chair, saying something about how she would be back with towels in just a moment, but Ji only stared on. He continued to stare at the dim wall as she left, focusing on breathing. 1
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 11, 2022 Posted July 11, 2022 Elya leapt through a long-broken window, dropping silently into the seventh story main hallway as her jacket flared out around her. If there was anyone here, they certainly weren't doing anything. "Nothing so far." She said into the comms.
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 11, 2022 Author Posted July 11, 2022 He breathed in. Perfect. Khaos turned to the hallway, making his way into view. His hair, though pulled back, waved along as he moved and stood at the end of the hallway. Keeping one hand on his side sword, he placed his other hand on his hip. “No one ever comes up here unless they are looking for something or someone,” he said, removing his hand from his sword and raising it in the air a bit. “Who is it that you seek?” . . . Ji stared at the wall, his own breathing being the only thing he heard. I shouldn’t be here. Ragged breath in. I can’t be here. Ragged breath out. I should be… Ragged breath in. I should be… Another ragged breath in. And another. And another. And another… Ji gripped the back of his chair, shakily getting on his feet. His sweater clung to his frame, as well as his pants. His soaked hair matted his face, both from the canal water and from sweat. His fingers took on a tinge of blue, becoming whiter as he gripped the chair. Was it even right to be here? It sure didn’t feel like it. He still reached down, though, and peeled off his sweater and tank top, throwing it over the tub’s rim with a schlep. His whole frame trembled as it was exposed to the cool air, his top bare half shivering more than anything else. Ji grumbled, snatching and wringing out his–– “I hope you rested a bit,” Ysola’s voice called out as a door burst open. “Aaaanyways, I brought some towels and––” A high-pitched yelp interrupted her sentence. What the..? Ji’s eyebrows inched together, then turned around to see a bright-red faced Ysola averting her gaze––even putting a hand between her eyes and him––as she held out the fluffy pink towels and a fresh change of clothes. “Uh, thanks?” Ji grabbed the towels and clothes, turning back to his sopping sweater and tank top. He ruffled his hair with a towel, the salty canal water finally drying up from his hair. He then stopped. “You’re still looking,” he said, moving onto his arms. Another small yelp. Stammering apologies spilled out, one garbled sentence leading to another, then the door closed quickly, followed by mumbles he couldn’t make out. He fell quiet, slowly taking off and putting on new clothes.
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 11, 2022 Posted July 11, 2022 Quote Teehee. Anyways, which one is Khaos again?
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 11, 2022 Author Posted July 11, 2022 Quote Nobody that Elya knows. I’ll just tell you, the player, that he’s a Lifegiver. Works for Pacis in a way.
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 11, 2022 Posted July 11, 2022 9 hours ago, Mystic Syn said: He breathed in. Perfect. Khaos turned to the hallway, making his way into view. His hair, though pulled back, waved along as he moved and stood at the end of the hallway. Keeping one hand on his side sword, he placed his other hand on his hip. “No one ever comes up here unless they are looking for something or someone,” he said, removing his hand from his sword and raising it in the air a bit. “Who is it that you seek?” Elya brought out her sword, clasping it ahead of her. Where the lights did he come from? "I should think you'd already know that," she replied.
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 11, 2022 Author Posted July 11, 2022 “She said you were a smart one,” Khaos said, smiling a bit. He kept his hand raised in the air, then slowly raised the other one to show no weapons. “Well, he’s dead.”
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 11, 2022 Posted July 11, 2022 "That's a lie." Her stance hardened. "And don't try toying with me like that again."
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 11, 2022 Author Posted July 11, 2022 “Elya Pherish, right?” Khaos kept his hands up, moving them further away from his blades. “You’re a Harmony, right? You can detect abnormalities in my heartbeat, thus being a real life lie detector, right? Read me now as I say this.” He looked her straight in the eye, all vitals remaining steady. “Ji Naito is dead. I watched him drown in the canals below. If you so desire, take a look for yourself, though it’s more likely that his corpse got swept up in the current.” Khaos then gestured to where he came from, towards the salty scent of the canal.
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 11, 2022 Posted July 11, 2022 "You're. Lying." Elya's brow furrowed and clenched into a pinching glare. "And you're a Lifegiver? You can control your body to do as you wish." He's lying. He's lying. He's lying. "Don't say those things again. I will kill you if you try to."
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 11, 2022 Author Posted July 11, 2022 “I am a Lifegiver,” Khaos admitted, his eyebrows raising, “but my powers do not control my own vitals.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Why do you care so much for him? He hasn’t done anything to warrant this behavior. As far as I know––as limited as that might be––you are not indebted to him. Even if you were, he’s gone; you would have nothing to be indebted to.”
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 11, 2022 Posted July 11, 2022 A knife shot out from Elya's sleeve, slashing across Khaos's cheek and sinking into the wall behind him. "I SAID not to say those things!" She flicked her wrist, sliding a second knife into her hand.
Mystic Syn she/her Posted July 11, 2022 Author Posted July 11, 2022 He stood there, unblinking, the warm blood oozing down his cheek. “I just answered your implied question,” he said calmly, even blinking with surprise. “I mean no harm.” The slash wound immediately scabbed over, the remaining blood falling off his face to swirl around his fingers. “If I wanted to hurt you, Elya, I wouldn’t be having his conversation with you,” Khaos mused as the blood stopped swirling and calmed down at the base of his fingers.
Channelknight Fadran Posted July 11, 2022 Posted July 11, 2022 "Would you?" She took one step forward into a second stance. "You're maintaining composure despite my threats, meaning you're confident in your ability to defend yourself. You're making it seem like you just want to talk, but you're claiming to have killed my friend. If you wanted something out of me, then you would've kept him at least as a bargaining chip!" Lights. LIGHTS. "So what do you want, then?"
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