Channelknight Fadran

Elya nodded. That much she could understand. "If you want to prepare something, then prepare yourself. Conserve your energy so you can maintain your mind and strength. Bombs and bullets don't do anything if there isn't anybody to use them."

"Protecting your companions is more important?"

"You'll look at them and think to yourself, sometimes, that you wish they'd win?"

"You've known killing to survive, then."

Elya sat down beside him, taking a sip of the broth. Wasn't bad... but, then again, it was the kind that she'd bought herself. ""What were you before this?" She asked. "Soldier? Mercenary?"

Elya knit her brow and pursed her lips back into a painful grimace of concern. "Why don't you go sit down?" She asked gently.

"Listen, John." Elya stood and set a hand on his shoulder. "Stop worrying. You need to rest just as much as the rest of us. There isn't even a next mission to start preparing for yet."

"I don't--I don't have time." Ellis grunted, then screamed. WHY YOU-- "If I heal her, he'll come back!" Ellis grasped the amulet. "You all need to run. Get Melody and Gerald out, understand?"

Ellis reached forwards, tears somehow already squeezing out his eyelids. He grabbed Yulong's shoulder. "YULONG. Listen! Yulong, you--"

Elya sighed, then stood to get herself some of Lyanor's cooking. "Just wash it all off when you're done."

"...You did not just destroy my restroom in less than an hour."

Elya chuckled. "Sounds dangerous. I'll take a bowl."

The girl was finally weakening now. Her powers seemed to be accounting for it somewhat, but not in time for her to heal up completely. Not before he got in there and ran his blade through her chest. STOP. STOP IT. "Oh, hush," I growl. "She's just a character." THAT'S THE WOMAN I LOVE. They both paused for a moment. Maybe it was because they were both impressed. No. That wasn't-- WAIT-- Ellis broke free. He gasped, dropping to his hands and knees. The Amulet wasn't just calling now... it was burning. It scorched; scorched away at his soul.

Elya winked open an eye. "Smells decent. What is it?"

Elya collapsed onto the couch, setting her head back against a pillow and closing her eyes. Maybe a nap... wasn't such... a bad idea... after all...

"Maybe not for these ones." Elya tapped at her chest where the Mystic had punched her.

Huh. I put myself onto the defensive for a bit, watching her movements carefully. So she was pulling through after all? That sudden change in demeanor, the shift in the shade of her eye color... So she wasn't alone after all, then? Guess we're not so different after all, huh, Ellis? HOW DARE YOU. HOW. DARE. YOU. YOU MONSTER, YOU-- I grimace. Right. 'Love.' "Oh, shush it."

"But--" Every wound on ganged up on her and screamed out in pain at once. Elya grunted and stumbled, grabbing at the wall. She huffed. "Alright. Fine. You guys fight over it."

Elya gave John a sideways glance. "Didn't you end up getting stabbed?"

"Well... no." Elya stepped out and dropped her dirty clothes into the hamper, pressing her hands into her pocket. "Not just because I don't trust your cooking, but also you're the one who just about died; not me."

I slashed about, deflecting strike after strike. Those kids... they were playing with things they didn't understand. Mordite, Narrativium, the Origin, Fate... they were gonna get themselves killed before he could do them in himself. Fine. I think. I'll break out the big guns... I jab and send my blade deep into the girl's chest.

Elya smiled a little, then moved to pull a hamper out of a closet to drop her socks into. She walked into the master bedroom and swing open a wardobe. "Shower's in the h, and I've got all shapes and sizes of clothes. We all look like we just came out of a pigsty, so take your time. I've got running water and everything in here." She hung up her jacket on a hook above the bed, found a fresh t-shirt and jeans in the wardrobe, then dropped behind a screen for a few moments to change. "I'll get dinner ready. It'll all be canned or dried stuff for now. Lights, I hope I didn't leave any fruit in there before I left..."

The door to her room was locked by a keycard, but Elya had added a few extra precuationary measures to it as well. One metal key, combination input, magnet bar slide, and a fingerprint scan later, Elya had the whole thing unlocked. "Sorry. I don't usually come in this way," she admitted, clicking open the handle. The door swung open. Elya led them into her apartment, hanging up her keys on a hook by the door. The hallway opened up into a massive living space, complete with a wraparound couch on the wall, a television screen mounted on the wall, several drawers along the floor, and an entire wall of one-way windows overlooking the gleaming city below. A pair of hallways went off to the side, complete with several doorways leading into rooms of their own. A kitchenette--though it might as well have been an entire kitchen to any of the street urchins here--was just off to the side of the entrance. Unbelting her sword and sheath and setting them onto the counter, Elya gestured to the left. "Restroom's on that side. Make sure to wash your hands. That room--" she nodded to the first door on the right, "guest bedroom. There's a bunk bed in there for two of you, I guess. Past that's the master bedroom: full king, but I never use it. Otherwise I can pull out the couch, and if we need it, a couple spare matresses from the attic. "We'll have to gather some supplies--clothes, fresh food, the works--but for now just relax. Make yourselves at home." Elya dropped into an armchair to untie her boots, gesturing about the place one last time.