Mystic Syn

"I dunno. Maybe things will be––" Something moved from the corner of his eye. Ji turned himself, seeing that Deathgranter girl from the hospital. He pulled on Elya's sleeve, then pointed toward her. The Deathgranter girl––Arya––looked past Ji, raw anger bleeding into her expression as she regarded Elya. Without saying a single word, she pointed at her. Within seconds, corpses flooded the alleyway, forcing their way to Elya. @Channelknight Fadran @DramaQueen @Doomslug The Destroyer @#1 Taln Fan @Frustration @Fallapede @Tani

"Yeah," he responded, scratching the back of his head. He stretched, then shrugged.

Only if you have a way of getting it to me, and if you send green pieces of paper with presidents’ faces on them.

Ji held Higeki's limp form tighter and closer. "You're okay," he whispered. "You're going to be okay. Just stay with me. Stay with me. I can save you." "But you can't." His head shot up, his expression contorting to anger as he saw the Angel of Death peering down at him, clothed in darkness. She tilted her head at him holding his sister's broken figure, her sapphire eyes piercing through the darkness. "You," he snarled, thrusting his hand out, a blade materializing and following his hand's motions towards the Angel. The Angel clasped her hands behind her back and sidestepped the blade, dodging another one by leaning back. As more blades came, the faster she became. Her expression revealed nothing as she evaded Ji's attacks, even kicking away some of the blades he sent at her. Ji continued to send his blades at her, not caring about technique or anything like that. More blades appeared, zipping towards the Angel. "So dependent on your blades," the Angel said, looking at each one of them. "Do you really think that they can help you? Especially since you couldn't save them?" "Shutupshutupshutup!!" he screamed, his veins glowing brighter. The blades became more solid, though still appearing with a ghostly blue glow. They all ranged in different shapes and sizes; all had their own unique quality about it, though some blades looked similar to each other. They all aimed to kill. The Angel let a small smirk show as she saw more blades. She stepped back from the blades as Pacis soldiers came in to replace her. White-hot anger burned through him as Ji cut down Pacis left and right. The fire within him roared with delight as he saw their blood split, but it wasn't satisfied. It only wanted to see one person truly bleed and hurt for the deeds they've done. The faceless Pacis kept coming, each of them falling prey to his blades. Any attacks they made against him, he easily avoided. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as well as his Mystical power, keeping him moving. One left. Stepping carefully though the bodies, he rammed a blade into the last Pacis, feeling the fire burn with pleasure. Ji growled with delight, till the Pacis' face cleared up. It was slow, at first, but with his eyes widening in horror, he saw... "Elya..?" he said softly, catching her corpse in his arms, all of his blades dissolving. Red bled through the white uniform, soaking through to his hands. She felt broken in his arms, which didn't seem right at all, but also very believable at the same time. But sure enough: It was her. Every detail was spot on. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, besides the Pacis uniform on her. Ji held her carefully, then looked up at the bodies, recognizing each of the people he slew. His parents, sisters, old friends, new friends. They all laid on the floor in front of him, reminding him of how short he falls. Their blood was on his hands. His problem. His responsibility. "No," he insisted, turning back to Elya's body. He held her close, almost reminiscent to what he did with Higeki earlier as his voice fell to a whisper. "You're okay. You're going to be okay. You just have to stay with me. I can do this. I can help. Just please, stay with me, Elya." Unwanted tears blurred his vision, making it hard to see, but he still held her close. "I..." he whispered, trying to get the words out, but just... couldn't. The Angel materialized out of the darkness, staring down at him with those sapphire eyes. He looked up at her. "Don't say it," he whispered. She tilted her head at him. "You put in a lot of effort, but receive no reward," the Angel said, ignoring him. "What reward you do get is death, all of them caused by you and your incompetence. "You're useless, Ji Naito. Nothing." A blade shot out, but the Angel faded away into the darkness before it could connect. But, as Ji has come to figure out... she was right. The world fell apart around him, but he still held on to her, trying in vain to bring at least one person back from the mistakes he made. . . . Ji jolted awake in a cold sweat, his tank top damp. He sat up quickly, still feeling the rush of adrenaline, but it quickly died down. He breathed heavily, looking down at his own hands. They trembled as his mind didn't just flash back to his dream, but to the events that made him this way. His breathing accelerated, but Ji forced himself to calm down. His body might be still, but his mind still ran amok. Just a dream, just a dream, he thought, trying to convince himself as he slipped his hoodie back on. Nothing's wrong. You're overreacting. You need to be the leader. No one needs to know.

You have a way to send me le banana bread?

believe it or not: you're not the first person that has said that. i just dunno whether to take it as a compliment or not Words don't work on me; only moneys plus: there ain't a lot of appearance details for me to go off of.

Hey there, peoples. Long time no… sketchy. Finals be finalizing me that didn’t make sense.. pretend it made sense.

You don't know hard hard I slapped that follow and rep button. I do love your style! plus I finally got a reference for Lyanör, so guess who will actually follow through on their statement about drawing the Zvso cast

"Yes–– well, I am. Can't speak for anyone else," she replied. "Where are we even going?"

Yeah, I watched an hour long video essay about Veggietales.

Need to get out. Running. Can't stop. Faster. Won't stop. Faster. The hallway spanned forever. The dark gray walls continued for eternity. No doors branched off, nor did it appear to be any at the end... if there was an end to this madness. Maybe this was somewhere he'd been at some point in life, but the memory couldn't appear in his mind as he went faster. He needed to get out of here. He panted, itching to look over his shoulder, but he knew what was back there. It followed him, mirroring his every move, except better. It ran almost as fast as he did, catching up to him in no time. The cold crept in on him, trying to take over. It begged for him to slow down. Take it easy. Give in to it. It wouldn't be too hard. He would be safe. Nothing would happen. He could finally catch a good night's sleep for once. But he pushed himself harder. Need to get away. Something different came up; something that vaguely looked like a door. He swerved to the right, pushing himself into a dark room, then shoving the door behind him close. He held himself against the door. It rattled violently as the force tried to force its way through the wood. He gritted his teeth, forming a solid stance against the door. The force pushed harder against his weight, the wood creaking loudly, wanting to give in. He placed his weight against the door, praying to whoever was listening to prevail. The rattling stopped. The cold left. Ji breathed out a sigh, falling out of his stance and placing his forehead on the door's cool surface. He panted, exhaustion creeping into his bones. At least it gave up. At least he could breathe. A pinprick of light twinkled out of the corner of his eye. Ji ignored it, trying to enjoy the peace for once, till... "I need you to tell me," an all-too familiar voice seethed, "where he is." Without even thinking, Ji quickly picked himself up and ran towards the faint light; where the voice came from. He ran harder, though the exhaustion begged for him to remain still and do nothing. He couldn't let it happen again. Not again. Never again. The light grew closer, colder. With a burst of energy, he ran through the light to... Home. In the Center. The living room. Everything was as he left it, besides... Every member of his family was on the floor, lying in their own blood. His mother and father had reached out to each other, but their hands never touched. A few feet away from them he saw his sisters... all huddled together. Bathed in crimson. Their eyes were empty from the life he remembered them having. They all were just... empty; void of anything that he loved them for. His breaths sped up, becoming shallower by the second. Flashes of that night appeared in his mind. His heart pounded. Ji clutched his head, trying to regain control over himself, till one of his sister's stirred. He looked up and ran over to her, holding her gently as she coughed. Her eyes fluttered open. She looked at him with her dark blue eyes, seeming to be holding onto the thinest thread of life. "Ji," she managed to say. "Higeki," he said, a smile touching his lips for the first time in forever it seemed. "You're––" "Why didn't you save us?" "I..." He blinked. "I did. I'm not a child anymore. I'm a Mystic. I'm strong. I brought you back." "No, you didn't," she whispered, breathing out one last time. "You never could." Higeki slowly fell limp, what little life leaving her already broken body. "Higeki?" Ji said, shaking her gently, frantic. "Higeki? No... no, no, nononononono!!" He hugged her, holding her tight, as if it was going to bring the life back to her. "I'm not... I'm not... I just got you back," he whispered as the tears streamed. Her body grew heavier as he cried in her shoulder. "I'm not..."

He scratched the back of his head, turning towards the hammock. “I’ll be back,” he said, turning back to give a weak smile, then continue on his way. Ji walked to the rope, grabbing it as he let out a breath. He hefted, then began pulling himself up. Every single part of his body protested, negotiating with him to let himself drop and sleep on the ground, but he still climbed. The edges of his vision darkened as he huffed, but he finally made it to his hammock. Ji pulled himself into the bed, sinking into the hammock with a sigh. He took his hoodie off, laying it on himself like a makeshift blanket, and made himself comfortable to rest. But sleep eluded him. He watched the sky, placing his head in his hands. Maybe he went too far. Maybe he was just going soft. Maybe he should just leave. It would be better if he were to leave. He was just a useless person. If only he could’ve been more wary about letting people in. If only he could’ve kept those thoughts in mind. If only he was better than who he is now. If only he could be the person the group needed as a leader. Not him. He was nothing. Useless. Everything was a harsh reminder of that. Stop it, he told himself, bringing his hands up to his eyes, clenching them. These are just stupid thoughts. You’re not feeling these. Just your imagination. You need to take charge; be in control of something, for once. For them… for her. Ji laid back, looking at the sky again, an uncharacteristic tear sliding down his cheek. Maybe he did go too far… Maybe… maybe he just wasn’t enough. His eyelids drooped, and Ji let sleep overtake him.

Ji slowly reached up, grasping her hand. “Yeah, here’s hoping,” he said, then slowly removed her hand from his shoulder, though still held onto it. “I should… get to bed.”

“Stuff,” he bristled immediately, then stopped, letting out a calming breath. “Sorry. Just some… things. I dunno how to describe them. But nothing a little sleep can’t help, right?” Ji tried for a smile, but his eyes said something else. It was hidden behind the exhaustion, almost impossible to see. Sadness. Confusion.

“I dunno. Gramps is probably the only trustworthy person you can find when living on the streets, and he hasn’t wronged me ever since I was a child. I trust his judgment,” he responded softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.”

“I dunno,” he said with a sigh. “I’ve known Gramps for a long time; he’s the one that took me in after what the Angel did to me. He seems to trust him. I don’t know about the rest, though…”