DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted July 28, 2022 Posted July 28, 2022 On 7/23/2022 at 11:26 PM, Emery the Steelrunner said: Viator jolted up and gasped greedily at the air, and started coughing. “Did… did we burn him?” He asked John. Quote John's not there but Lyanör is "I'm gonna say...no. I do have a...vague idea that might work, but only if you're feeling up to making lots of portals."
Quivil Posted August 1, 2022 Posted August 1, 2022 (edited) Quote Sorry for not responding! I was gone and have almost no idea what's up Kazh heard Elya's yell and obeyed. Sort of. By running toward the commotion as quickly and quietly as he could. He peeked into the room, then ducked out of sight, returning with a fireball in each hand. Edited August 1, 2022 by Tani
Emery the Steelrunner he/him Posted August 2, 2022 Posted August 2, 2022 On 7/28/2022 at 1:04 PM, DramaQueen said: "I'm gonna say...no. I do have a...vague idea that might work, but only if you're feeling up to making lots of portals." “I-I’m feeling better, and I think that I can make a few now.” Viator said to Lyanör.
Channelknight Fadran Posted August 3, 2022 Posted August 3, 2022 It wasn't that she could detect the others - lights, at this point, she couldn't detect anything. Khaos was little more than a blob in a fuzzy, weak sphere of vision; his blades of blood were tiny whiffs of acrid metallicism; his scathing words never even reached her ears. Elya's blood continued to seep outwards, now sticking her clothes tight her body. With every movement they slid up and down, clinging and grinding against her skin, eerie, warm, and wet. It dripped onto the floor, leaving trails of droplets. It tore breath from her lungs and dashed it away: a heinous act of undoing. For every five breaths she took, four were lost forever. She forced her movements ever onward, driving away sluggishness and aching; and as a result, she could barely see. She couldn't hear. She couldn't feel. Nothing but the throb at her chest, begging her to stop and fall and scream and die. It wasn't her senses that told her that her friends were still alive. It wasn't logic or reason or any other kind of... thing. Just a thought. Believing in someone else. Quote Y'alls better be getting your roads on the shows, 'cause I'm running out of epic anime things for Elya to say.
DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted August 3, 2022 Posted August 3, 2022 On 8/1/2022 at 9:05 PM, Emery the Steelrunner said: “I-I’m feeling better, and I think that I can make a few now.” Viator said to Lyanör. "He can't know where we're coming from, I think he can sense life. You'll have to be able to open a portal exactly where I need to be in order to immediately fire at his head, and then immediately close that portal and open another one in a different place." Lyanör held up her fully-loaded guns. "I've got six rounds in each pistol, so we've got twelve chances. I think it would be best if we managed to make them all, just to be sure that we kill him. We don't get a practice round." She held out her arms, taking aim towards either side of her. "Do you think you can open portals based on where my arm is pointing? I'll shoot with the right, then change the aim of my right arm while I shoot with the left, just so that every bullet can come from a different place." She took a breath. "Sorry, that was a lot. Is it doable?"
Emery the Steelrunner he/him Posted August 3, 2022 Posted August 3, 2022 1 hour ago, DramaQueen said: She took a breath. "Sorry, that was a lot. Is it doable?" “Yeah, I think I can do reflection portals around him. Wherever you point it will reflect back at his head from that angle. Just spin around for a different angle.” Viator said as his eyes started to storm and darken. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted August 3, 2022 Posted August 3, 2022 Lyanör nodded. "Ready. Let's do this."
Emery the Steelrunner he/him Posted August 4, 2022 Posted August 4, 2022 Viator nods, and tears the space around Lyanör. He opens a few portals and weakens the rest of space in the area.
Channelknight Fadran Posted August 4, 2022 Posted August 4, 2022 Something changed. The whole feel of the room - what was left of it that she could detect, anyways - suddenly warped. Transporter. Portal magic. Viator. No. NO. Elya screamed, but no words came with it.
DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted August 4, 2022 Posted August 4, 2022 34 minutes ago, Emery the Steelrunner said: Viator nods, and tears the space around Lyanör. He opens a few portals and weakens the rest of space in the area. Lyanör fired, shot after shot, hoping the bullets were hitting, praying the portals were working, pleading with fate that Khaos wouldn't kill them. From a half-second glance, she caught sight of Elya. Oh, mercy. She looked moments from death. If we don't manage to kill Khaos, we at least have to get Elya out.
Quivil Posted August 4, 2022 Posted August 4, 2022 Kazh dashed closer to the stranger and threw both fireballs, drawing his daggers as his hands emptied. The shards of blood spinning through the air blocked the fireballs and each exploded, drying and cracking the blood within the diameter of the small inferno. Quote FYI each fireball has a meter/yard diameter explosion He ducked through the new hole in the blood storm before it closed, stabbing at Khaos's chest.
2EmLee2 Posted August 10, 2022 Posted August 10, 2022 On 4/29/2022 at 3:44 PM, 2EmLee2 said: I’m just going to assume Alissya followed the group to the apartment and fell asleep in one of the bunk beds… (Sorry for not replying sooner :p) Quote This is the last thing I did on here... It seems as if you guys need a Lifegiver to make you not-die... What do you want me to do?
Channelknight Fadran Posted August 10, 2022 Posted August 10, 2022 Quote Uhh, well... Syn's taking a break for now, so we can't quite finish the fight scene. But after that if you would like to un-unalive Elya, that'd be great
Mystic Syn she/her Posted August 12, 2022 Author Posted August 12, 2022 Quote Mmm, off break for now. Probs will go back into hiding here soon. Still had some fight left in her. She fought beautifully, even in her mortally wounded state; even her fighting style was reminiscent of the Angel’s. That grace and poise only came from years of relentless training, and just by watching her––even for a spare second––one could see that hard work being put to play, even though every single bit of movement was growing weaker and weaker with every passing moment. Truly the only one to be matched only to the Angel of Death, perhaps even Ko’ad Himself. Perfect. A large wave of flames roared toward him, desperate to eat anything in its path. Khaos slid easily out of the way, lifting his hand as he grasped the flamethrower man’s blood, then casting it aside into the wall where he’d come from. Despite his fruitless efforts, the man had the courage only a few could wish for. Perfect. Khaos stood tall, cracking his neck, then carefully and precisely parrying any weak strike made against him. His muscles fell back into the familiar rhythm of dueling once again, singing the songs of battle as Khaos could almost feel his blade and him becoming one into a sharp crimson blur. Lights, it felt good to be able to fight again. This was way better than any escort mission the stupid Pacis gave him. Missions like these kept him alive, light it. Feeling anything than the memories of his life before was a god-send, even if it meant a little bit of pain; that was a price he would pay any day to rid himself of the screams of the past, his mother’s empty gaze, the cruel smile his father gave him when he found Khaos out; anything. The blood around him bubbled furiously, the ends of the shards and blade becoming sharper and sharper. It pumped in the bodies all around him, filling his head with the all-too familiar white noise. More presences emerged in his radius, appearing out of nowhere, their blood screaming in his ears as the sight of their comrades being beaten. Perfect. The crimson storm heightened, taking all the bullets and fireballs thrown its way. It desperately wanted to go through with it, and Khaos made no attempts to stop it. A few brave dripping scarlet shards impaled themselves into the man with fireballs, targeting near his heart, quivering with excitement as more of thick red blood joined the storm. Khaos stepped to the side at the feeble attempt from the fireball man to stab him, raising an eyebrow at him before pushing him away with a flick of the wrist. Rebels these days… As he kept up the duel between Elya, a shard in his vicinity quivered, almost dropping back into a crimson puddle. His gaze flicked to the shard for half a second, studying it. Kicking and screaming… Crying… His mother’s blood strewn across the once beautiful room… Scarlet following as he was dragged out… His father’s iron grip… His cruel smile… His… No. Khaos pushed, the blood around him roaring with excitement at the sudden burst of energy. He continued with his duel, flicking anyone out of the way, pushing through that darkness. He may have gave in once, but not this time… Never. Again. . . . A drop of dark red fell from his finger, staining the dark wood below. Why did he do it? Another fell. Maybe it was better this way. Another. Maybe… Another. Ji forced himself to sit up. This was no way to think. Maybe it was. His entire frame slumped. Maybe it is how I think. Yet… He placed a hand on the back of the couch, hoisting himself up. They probably needed him… if they cared enough to remember him. She probably did. Hopefully she did. The floor swayed underneath him as Ji hobbled his way to the door, then stopped, taking in breath after breath as he looked to the mother of the household, feeling every muscle within him freeze as he met her unblinking gaze. “Go on,” she said, gesturing to the door. He stood there, breathing. “Ma-ma’am?” “You won’t get any rest if you keep thinking about them. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” The mother sipped her beverage. “Go.” Ji stared off, oblivious to the stream of scarlet dripping off his arm. Was she…? She was…? He cleared his throat, giving a nod to her as he fumbled with the doorknob and stumbled outside. Ji turned upstream, breathing for a second, then hobbled his way where he came from.
Channelknight Fadran Posted August 12, 2022 Posted August 12, 2022 Quote Ah, dang. There goes my super epic plan. (It would've looked cool. Had it been an anime) Why couldn't they just leave? Khaos was even holding back. Carving through waves of blood, burning away every last cell in her body for a singular effort, her head ringing in waves and thumping between her ears: even with all that, she could tell. He didn't have any reason to kill any of them. In fact, he wanted them alive. She wondered what it would be like if he was trying to kill them. Well... this one's on you, then, Elya thought to herself, glaring towards Khaos with every slash, slowly but steadily closing the distance between them. His fields of blood were thinning, slowly running dry as each droplet soaked into the dust or dissipated completely. The blades only replenished faster as she slashed them in two, but they weren't infinite. Between that and her steady movements forwards, his attacks would lose their effectiveness soon. The ability, thus far, was mostly ranged. He could afford to stay on the defensive with his melee attacks so as long as the blood kept raging. Not that he was slow or weak on his own by any means, but given the speed at which Elya forced herself to continue attacking... maybe he could hold him to a stasis. For a time. Elya almost smiled, had a bubble of blood not caught in her throat and forced her to hack it up. If you'd wanted me alive, then you shouldn't have killed Ji.
DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted August 12, 2022 Posted August 12, 2022 The gunshots didn't seem to be doing anything. "Stop!" Lyanör shouted at Viator. "I'm out of bullets. I can't even tell if we did anything." She sighed, sinking to the ground. "Maybe we'd better pull them out while we still can."
Mystic Syn she/her Posted August 25, 2022 Author Posted August 25, 2022 Quote Well, next time, let me know what you wanna do, Fadran. Ain't nothing or no one stopping you from coming to me with your ideas same goes with all of y'all loll. His eyes settled into hers, a cruel smile cracking through his lips. Perfect. The dance between the two fighters continued amidst the raging blood, cutting through anyone that attempted to interfere. Khaos leapt carefully to the right, narrowly avoid another one of her sloppy attempts to take a hit on him. The blood mirrored his movements to the smallest twitch of the muscle, zipping as fast as him as Khaos jabbed into her, listening with glee as more of the dark crimson liquid joined the ranks. He wouldn't––couldn't––be proven a nuisance to his comrades, let alone to her. Fight harder! his old man's voice barked at him. Use all of your power, not half, you wasted piece of potential! That he will do. But how..? Khaos' gaze flicked to the right, then frowned slightly. He stood tall, raising a hand to stop Elya in her tracks. His fingers wiggled a tiny bit, her limbs twisting the wrong directions. "Just give in," he purred, "like your precious friend before you. You want to meet him the same way?" Flicking his wrist, her body moved over the railing and the water. . . . The world tilted. The world doesn't usually do that. Ji held onto the railing to his right, catching his breath. Sweat rolled down his brow. His entire frame shook. Blood dripped from his arm, staining the wood. He pushed off the railing, stumbling through the wooden highway. How far had he gotten? How much time has it been? Where was everyone? Where was he? Was that..? Thank Ko'ad. Ji hobbled over to a familiar looking door, pushing through it to a dingy apartment. Long abandoned. Save for a few small boxes of supplies in the damp corner. He closed the door behind him, sliding down to the ground, the sound of him breathing filling the room. Flashes of earlier appeared in his head. He squeezed his eyes closed, breathing out. Just a little nap. That's all he needed.
Channelknight Fadran Posted August 26, 2022 Posted August 26, 2022 4 hours ago, Mystic Syn said: Khaos' gaze flicked to the right, then frowned slightly. He stood tall, raising a hand to stop Elya in her tracks. His fingers wiggled a tiny bit, her limbs twisting the wrong directions. "Just give in," he purred, "like your precious friend before you. You want to meet him the same way?" Flicking his wrist, her body moved over the railing and the water. Quote Gonna do, like... a mini veto here. And also maybe finish off the fight sequence? Idk. We've been at it for awhile. Elya's arms started straining all in the wrong ways, muscles twisting and yanking. She shrieked, almost faltering, more pent-up blood slipping out the corners of her mouth. The gushing had slowed to a seep, slowly running her dry. He was actually trying to get rid of her now. Something had changed in his demeanor. The air about him suddenly shifted, now filled with a kind of... ancient malice. Something darker and more primal than he'd ever displayed before. He was trying to take control of her again; to do what, she couldn't tell. She couldn't tell much of anything anymore. But his blades had slowed, ever so slightly. His attention had moved to her. One last effort to get rid of her completely. One mistake, Khaos. Elya darted inward, finally crossing the last of the distance between them. Even with his blades ever so slightly weakened, they gouged through her clothing, skin - some scraping into the bone. It didn't matter. She'd sealed her fate anyways. You should've tried to control me while I still had blood left to give. One mistake. One opening. Nothing left remained in her body but the razor-sharp instinct honed over decades to strike the perfect chance and kill. Elya slashed from the side, arms burning, right at Khaos's neck.
DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted September 6, 2022 Posted September 6, 2022 On 8/12/2022 at 0:57 PM, DramaQueen said: The gunshots didn't seem to be doing anything. "Stop!" Lyanör shouted at Viator. "I'm out of bullets. I can't even tell if we did anything." She sighed, sinking to the ground. "Maybe we'd better pull them out while we still can." @Emery the Steelrunner
Mystic Syn she/her Posted September 22, 2022 Author Posted September 22, 2022 On 8/25/2022 at 9:19 PM, Channelknight Fadran said: Gonna do, like... a mini veto here. And also maybe finish off the fight sequence? Idk. We've been at it for awhile. Quote Yeahhhhh, I agree with ya there i was also waiting for ya to do the thing with the thing, helping the thing, doing the thing, and wacky-wacking the thing, but it is what it is :pp But I gots a ways to ends its. On 8/25/2022 at 9:19 PM, Channelknight Fadran said: Elya's arms started straining all in the wrong ways, muscles twisting and yanking. She shrieked, almost faltering, more pent-up blood slipping out the corners of her mouth. The gushing had slowed to a seep, slowly running her dry. He was actually trying to get rid of her now. Something had changed in his demeanor. The air about him suddenly shifted, now filled with a kind of... ancient malice. Something darker and more primal than he'd ever displayed before. He was trying to take control of her again; to do what, she couldn't tell. She couldn't tell much of anything anymore. But his blades had slowed, ever so slightly. His attention had moved to her. One last effort to get rid of her completely. One mistake, Khaos. Elya darted inward, finally crossing the last of the distance between them. Even with his blades ever so slightly weakened, they gouged through her clothing, skin - some scraping into the bone. It didn't matter. She'd sealed her fate anyways. You should've tried to control me while I still had blood left to give. One mistake. One opening. Nothing left remained in her body but the razor-sharp instinct honed over decades to strike the perfect chance and kill. Elya slashed from the side, arms burning, right at Khaos's neck. Lights. Khaos stepped back, but the blade––if only barely––found its mark. The stained blade sliced cleanly through his skin, blood gushing onto the ground before being picked up by his own power, but it didn’t hold up for long, much like the rest of the blood. Sounds of his wet gasps and hacks filled his ears. His vision blurred as his world tilted from side to side. Hot pain throbbed from his neck and head. Don’t just stand there, dimlight! his father’s voice rang and echoed in his head. His grasp weakened. Are you just going to let yourself take it?! His breathing quickened. Or are you just a lightn’ coward?! A growl gurgled within him, a new stream of blood trickling down his chin. Khaos popped his neck, then grabbed Elya’s face, lifting her body off the ground, then tossed her off the edge. The edges of the gash slowly began to scab up, though it was hard to focus when the pain was right there. He looked at the her comrades, then scoffed. “I don’t have time for you,” he growled, little pools of blood rising and striking them, holding them back as he stalked off into the depths of the city.
Channelknight Fadran Posted September 23, 2022 Posted September 23, 2022 (edited) I got him! I-- I-- The old burn of satisfaction rang out despite all her body did to suppress it. Even with every cell blazing through her leftover energy, completely and utterly focused only on moving her body to keep fighting, a part of her brain made the time to set off the transmitters for pleasure. It was conditioning from years--almost decades, now--of grueling training and ruthless murder. As her blade slid into his skin, pushing into the bone and cutting deep, the part of her she wished beyond everything to leave behind peeked out once again. To kill was to succeed, and success was every human's ultimate primal drive. A flash of light, followed by the harsh, whistling ring of her katana been so expertly guided--they cut out in an arc, powerful enough to deafen anything close enough by. Her comrades were all far behind, however. All they would see would be the final broad slash of her blade, followed through far past his neck and swinging out to pull her body sideways and bring the tip far behind. She'd slashed him. His windpipe had been cleaved in two. It was only a matter of time before he collapsed and-- Khaos's jagged, bloodsoaked fingers crushed into her face. His nails cut into her cheeks, one jabbing deep into her eyelid. The shock and the pain might've been enough to enact a shriek, but by now she had far less than any of those left. Instead Elya's katana fell to the ground with a clang as she grabbed at his arm, pushing with primal desperation against his agonizingly powerful grip. But-- No! I got him! I-- Weightless. The wind whistled past ears that could barely hear a sound anymore. It battered against the pitiful remains of her jacket, harsh and cold against what could once still feel pain. With her vision gone almost completely dark, the only way she could tell she was falling now was by the uncanny wrenching in her gut and the faint whistling past the very tips of her fingers. After all that, she'd couldn't even stagger him. But I... He wasn't going to kill them, was he? But then Elya crashed hard into the canals, the impact snapping through her spine like a whip and rocketing up to her head. Just like that her mind went completely dark, and what pitiful few pieces of her body that still had the will to work began to steadily die out. @DramaQueen, @Tani, @Frustration, @Emery the Steelrunner - write your big sads! Edited October 5, 2022 by Channelknight Fadran
Frustration Posted October 6, 2022 Posted October 6, 2022 (edited) Quote I don't even remember where I am. Edit: Okay, I think I've got it. John watched Elya fly out the window, unable to do anything more than watch. He staggered to his feet, spitting the blood running down from his nose out of his mouth. He felt bruised, but nothing was broken, yet. He'd failed another one. Images flashed before him: Thomas, Maximus, Saaphir, and now Elya. she's not dead yet. He told himself. If only he believed it. "Viator, I don't know if you can hear this, but open a portal to space if you can. I'll try to drag him out with me." He would not lose anyone else because of his inability to kill. Even if that meant he had to die too. Edited October 6, 2022 by Frustration
DramaQueen she/he/neopronouns Posted October 6, 2022 Posted October 6, 2022 (edited) On 9/23/2022 at 0:02 AM, Channelknight Fadran said: @DramaQueen, @Tani, @Frustration, @Emery the Steelrunner - write your big sads! Quote ...yeah sorry that ain't happening. I think I lost motivation for this RP (and, honestly, most RPs)...a while ago. Edited October 6, 2022 by DramaQueen
Quivil Posted October 6, 2022 Posted October 6, 2022 Kazh rushed to the window, looking down, then slumped against the wall. No. Nonono. Maybe she survived? Possibly? No, it's too high. He rested his head on his knees, hiding his face from the world. This was my fault. I should have done better. I failed.
Channelknight Fadran Posted October 18, 2022 Posted October 18, 2022 (edited) Quote I'm definitely not just waiting for y'all to find her and get her to a doctor/EmLee's character so I can start rattling off the massive list of life-threatening injuries she's sustained Actually, Em, if you wanted to bump into the bloody half-corpse, then that'd be great @2EmLee2 Edited October 18, 2022 by Channelknight Fadran
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