Channelknight Fadran

"Uhh..." Y'know? The magazine looked legit. "Sure."

"Also tired." The doors opened to carpeted hallway. Elya stepped out, glanced down to the right, then led to right. "Also surviving."

"Tired," she replied, "but surviving."

So she knew a number of fighting styles? Ellis would be familiar to them, but he wasn't divulging anything. Anything at all, really. He hadn't said even a word. Or, well... thought even a word. Heck, at this point, I'm still not quite sure how it works. Makes things easier, at least. Without that brat fighting back, maybe things would go smoother this time. Time to step things up a notch. Just the thought of these brats is starting to annoy me. I redouble my efforts, striking with immense speed and strength like nothing I'd been doing before.

"We can buy a bucket. After we get settled, I can go out and gather supplies." The doors rattled closed. Gears began to wind up far above, pulling at the cables to ascend the box to the top floor. She'd always kind of hated traveling in here, what with how confined and selective it was. It wouldn't take a second for someone to find her, and there wasn't much she could do to get out if they did. Of course, that was the main reason why she always traveled in this one rather than the fancy, smooth, modern elevator near the front. Nobody had attacked her in here yet. Just relax. Nobody knows you're here. Elya closed her eyes and set her head to the wall, breathing carefully. Calm down. You're okay. They're okay.

It was cute, really. Just pitiful--in a good way--watching her dash about and attack. It was all so deliberate, wasn't it? Maybe just a fraction of her abilities at this point, but still on a level less than his. Still a plane of reality and logic. Can't hurt to play around with her, can it? I deflect the strikes, watching her carefully. That was right: she was a quick one. Not that her strength was something to scoff at, but agility was her primary trait. At this type of a battle, that would be something I actually have to worry about.

Elya glanced over her shoulder, examined the area, then nodded. She closed the door behind them, locking it just in case. "You've almost died three times in the past two days. I think I can afford a bit of caution." "Don't--you--" Elya sighed, stepping into the elevator pressing the highest-numbered button. "Don't be stealing from the janitors. They have enough to deal with around here."

"Don't worry about it," Elya cautioned, gently pushing the cart away. "Thanks for the help, but the sooner we get back to my place, the better. Don't worry: I have supplies there." *Five/ten/something minutes later* Elya fished a key out of her pocket, fitting it into the back door of the apartment building. "The service elevator's just on the right. It shouldn't be in use at this time of day; let alone after all that. Everyone file in: I'll check our six, then get you all upstairs."

I turn my gaze about, ignoring all the others. That squid, the child, the brainiac loser... none of them meant anything to me. But the cute one... I chuckle, then spin my blade and fall into a stance. "Heh. This should be good."

Elya was a bit shaky, but managed to stand anyways. She leaned on a wall for a moment, gathered her bearings, let the momentary nausea subside, then puffed out a breath. "Just this way," she said, gesturing with her head. Elya picked up her sword from the rubble, frowning at all the brand-new dents and notches. I guess there's only so much even the hardest steel can do against an entire building falling on top of it. She shrugged, then sheathed it. The damage wasn't anything unfixable, at least. With that, Elya strode off to lead the way.

"Oi, y'all..." Fadran reached back behind his head, scratching his scalp. "Where in the frick am I here?"

The thinking kicked her mind back into gear. Elya took in a breath, then nodded and set her eyes back to the same determined expression they always held. "With all the Reapers taken out, nobody knows where we're headed. Like I said before, they didn't tell the Pacis our destination: only where we were at the moment." Elya pointed to a building in the distance. "You were taken a little ways away from it, which is good in our case. The Pacis will check these ruins first before securing the area. We should be able to get to my safehouse without any more contingencies."

"Thank... lights..." She blinked out a couple more tears. "You're all okay..." Elya broke away, somehow both beaming and sobbing at the same time. "I thought for a moment... that you were gone. But... you're not. And you're here. You're okay. You're--" She looked around, wiping at her eyes. "You're all okay. Lights, if I had lost you..." It was like the world changed just to her eyes. Blood started creeping along the floor, but... it wasn't hers. It wasn't Ji's. It wasn't anyone's. Saaphir lay limp in a puddle of red. A split ran across his skull from another corpse's club. How was it that a dead thing could've killed him? He'd sought vengeance, justice... a dangerous, desperate cycle. One could never be free from the killing. Ne'ik was slumped against the wall. Two bullets were lodged into his head, pressing out the deep red like wine from a casket. By all rights he shouldn't even had been there, yet he was someone who died--caught in the crossfire between them and the Reapers. Somewhere in the distance, she could almost feel the deep purple eyes watching her. "If I had... lost... anyone... else..." Her gaze dropped to the floor.

Tips on how to draw clothings? Mine always look very flat.

There was a slightly girly shriek of relief, followed by a deceptively strong body crashing over Ji's. Arms crushed his spine and ribs, and some very damp eyes were pressed into his shoulder. "JI!"

I spend half a moment glancing over. In the hands of someone competent, that blade would actually pose a threat. Refined mordite, was it? Even Ellis could've smelled that out. Fortunately, that wasn't even a child wielding it: more like an infant first learning to crawl. I easily dodge the strike, then summon a blade of my own. Black-iron armor, even darker steel blade, chain mail underneath... all it appears in a matter of seconds, coating me head to toe in it.

"As long as you're all okay... then I'm okay." @Mystic Syn