Channelknight Fadran

So I dunno if y'all have noticed, but recently a whole lotta sharders have been feeling absolutely disgustingly icky. It honestlly sucks to go through all the SU notifs and find everyone, one after another, talking about how much life sucks. Anyways, that's why this thread is here. Basically this place is for talking about the hard things so we can all help each other, whether that be with little inspirational messages or just general hugs. Because sometimes life does really suck. A lot. But that's okay.

Elya glanced over her shoulder, then perked up a little at the sight of everyone. She raised a hand in welcome, wondering if she should smile.

Indeed you should

He be an angery boi

"I could...?" Ellis touched the amulet around his neck.

"Why is literally everything trying to kill us?" Ellis demanded.

I am more than willing to write a the brutal murder of one of the bloodbath victims

Awwwwwww, how romantic.

Elya relayed some addresses through her mind. The one up north was the most inconspicuous—but maybe the one due east from here would be more comfortable for everyone? It seemed like they were fighting battles for the war; going long-term was likely important. Not that any of this really mattered, of course. It was just something to think about as she scrubbed furiously at the one big stain that absolutely refused to come out.

Elya glanced back down at the alleyway below. The most of her senses were coming back to her regular state: maybe she could manage to get herself down? Placing a hand steadily on the rope, she gripped and pulled experimentally. There was a promising amount of strength left, it seemed. After a moment's hesitation to take in a breath, Elya gripped the rope in both hands and pulled herself out of the hammock. With a grunt and a bit of shaking, she managed to hang for a second. It seemed she'd underestimated her strength. But she was already here, so she figured she might as well drop down... The wind rushed in her face for just a second before she hit the ground, compressing onto all fours to break the impact. A shoot of pain rushed up her legs and arms, but nothing broke or dislocated. Elya grunted, holding the position for a few seconds to last out the pain, then stood as soon as it passed. A few of the people down here were glancing at her now. Some out of curiosity--others, sizing her up. Elya never tried to portray the extent of her abilities on a regular basis, but at the very least nobody seemed to think she was easy pickings of some sort. Most gazes turned away after a little while. From there, she started asking around for a bit of soap and water. After locating them, Elya filled a small bucket, then took off her jacket to examine all the bloodstains. There were quite a few of them, of course, and by now they were all dry. It would take awhile to clean them all out. Might as well get started now, then. Elya removed all the things she stored in there--needle and thread, empty bottle of antiseptic, several bandages, extra knives, a whetsone, some small cooking and eating implements, and a bit of peroxide--then started by soaking her jacket in the cold water. She scrubbed at it with soap and a makeshift sponge, getting out the hardest stains with the peroxide. It didn't help that her jacket's material was absorbent, or that it was absolutely covered in the stuff: at the very least she'd have to be at this for several hours, and ward off any potential curious pickpockets all the while. But there was time to kill now anyways, so she didn't really mind. It was just busywork until Ji got back. And the others. Elya reminded herself. She was a little surprised by the thought: that kind of thing wasn't the most likely to cross her mind.

I'm pretty sure this is just functionalist soft worldbuilding but I like it anyways!

What if we did an RP where you get reincarnated after you die so we can do all of them

...That'd be a big RP

I say we just roll some dice, make a pecking order for d e a t h, and call it a day

Flipping a knife over in her fingers absently, Elya stared up into the sky. Her gaze was distant and unfocused, but she looked plenty calm and collected besides. One hand rested on her stomach, which was now full from the food that the man called John had prepared. Of all the things she'd eaten in the alleyways, it certainly wasn't bad. She found it enjoyable to eat, in fact--much like this place here. Homely, yes, but home-like too. In her years throughout the city, Elya had found that these areas weren't squalid--only humble. Cozy, tight-knit, and comforting. If any kind of normal life were available to her, this would be the kind of place to do it. Death follows you. It'll follow you anywhere. She sat up, stretching. A bit of strength was returning to her appendages, despite the pain and dried blood. Color and feeling. It was the kind of thing people never really noticed until it was gone. Given another day, perhaps, she could start making her way around the alleys herself. After then, they'd have to leave. If the Reapers intended to follow them--not that they'd have a choice in the matter--then staying in once place for any extended period of time was dangerous. Gathering rumors, pinpointing locations, and watching carefully were all skills they happened to be remarkably proficient in. They'd ask around for a few days, place a few bribes, and generally keep an eye out. It had only taken the Reapers a day to find the hospital: if they were lucky, it would take them another few to find this place. By then they'd be long gone, removing all the locals from the equation. Such elite Mystics wouldn't be concerned about anyone being caught in the crossfire, and the blood of these people wasn't the kind she wanted on her hands. For now, though, she just glanced down at the little nook below, watching the people mingle--content in their happy little world.