Channelknight Fadran

"That's alright. Being pulled out of my time is a thing I know all too well." "You have our blessing, then." Fadran says, on his feet again. "Take this, so we can talk over any distance." He hands Null a piece of paper, on which was Fadran's signature.

"You sure? We always have room for--" he breaks out and falls over onto his face. "Ow."

Fadran, not wanting to be carried, WILLPOWERS HIMSELF TO HIS STORMING FEET. He walks over to the spaceship.

"Well, heck."

"And then it... ah, yes. That makes sense. Nice job, me from thirteen seconds ago. Now... we should probably get to that spaceship and... blast off, right?" Fadran tries to stand, but is ultimately unsuccessful. "Hm. My legs aren't working. Bother. I don't suppose any of you have a wheelchair, or a go-kart?" @Enter a username, @Spren of Kindness, @DramaQueen, @Condensation, @Mist, @Negative_Null, @Nathrangking, @xinoehp512, @Hentient, @Emi, @KyL @isthateverybody?

"What... happened? I remember being stabbed and eaten to death by a bunch of death tentacles, and... and I did something with the gemstone?"

"I might, but my author certainly doesn't."

Fadran looks to Vapor's grandfather. "Thanks." @Vapor @xinoehp512

"CREPES!" Halax yells, bursting through the door. "I just came from The New Empire rp and I am famished and craving France."

"I was un-deaded? By whom?"

Fadran gasped, and sat up. "What the heck just happened?" He demanded.

Granted. You are now your own pet. I wish for portable, working, self-sustaining Air Conditioning.

From somewhere, a voice calls to her, telling her what to carve and where.

Is he breathing? He might not be breathing. Not even the guy writing this is sure if he's breathing, because he's indecisive.

"Whatever you're... doing." Fadran says. "It..." Unconscious.

"We... all did." Fadran's breathing shallows.

Fadran collapsed onto the floor besides him, drawing the power from the metalminds and his Channelblade. It wasn't enough. "What you did... wasn't you." Fadran said, voice small and weak.