Mystic Syn

T i m e s k i p Ji trudged into the hospital, Ne'ik in tow as he waited for Saaphir to come in. He looked outside for a second, then shook his head slightly as he closed the door softly behind him. He turned back to see Locke, his usual frown replacing his exhausted expression as he looked towards Elya for a second, then back to Locke. Ji shrugged slightly. "Oh, hey," he said to Locke, walking past them with a slight limp. "You decided to come back."

Ji growled, thrusting his hand forward, the ghostly blades copying his motions and stabbing themselves into Arekon's torso. "I don't have time for this," he snarled, still huffing for breath. @Szeth_Pancakes

I’ll just wait lol.

“I want. My. Genetically-altered. Hot. Anime. Man” (Me talking about a mobile game, 2022)

I actually meant for it to be there for some later time after Ellis and Gerald have a convo, 'cause I have a tendency to forget to do a lot of stuff, and now I kinda feel bad about responding ://

@#1 Taln Fan if you’re not too busy with life things rn

Idk why I neglected to put this in earlier, so… we’re gonna do that now before I forget, then remember when I’m in the middle of schoolwork and unable to. “Ellis, before you get too wrapped up in that,” Yulong found herself whispering, her voice shaking slightly. “Thank you… for helping me through that.” Krow nudged her comfortably. “And,” she continued, “if you ever have the time, I… I think I can talk about some things about me now.”

1. Depends on the day, but I like both just fine. I’ve taken Sociology 101 and always been interested and dabbling in psychology for as long as I can remember. None I absolutely prefer over the other, but I enjoy learning about psychology more. 2. My name is Inigo Montoya, they boarded my boat, and saved the family miracle by throwing a ring into an active volcano. 3. Salted caramel… actually, that might be tied with butter pecan.

Khusa’s smirk didn’t fade as he regarded the device on their ear, then back at them. “I wish you the best of luck with my tells of lying,” he responded, then looked past the group. “Haro?” She poked her head in. “Get this delightful individual their file, please.” Haro frowned slightly. “And where would that be?” “Under the stabby-stab section,” he said without missing a beat, every single word true. Haro nodded, and closed the door. Khusa looked back at them, then gestured towards the seats around his office. “She might be a bit. Make yourselves comfortable,” Khusa suggested, clasping his hands again. “It’s better than what you have in that dingy hideout.”

Khusa's eyebrow rose. "Bargaining with me? You are bold," he commented, leaning forward, his smirk coming back. "And what is your condition, dear Velen?"

Haro smiled as she passed patrons, pushing through an employee’s only sign to a staircase. Climbing to the floor where Khusa was, she remained silent. Haro opened the first door to a little reception area, then marched on to the office door, opening the door and gesturing inside. “Velen! Took you long enough,” Khusa called as he spread his arms out, giving a small nod to Haro then to the rest of the group. “And you two must be Tip and Lenn,” he added, nodding to the two new people.

Depresso Espresso is Q/Yulong, and Child is Melody (Connie's character).

Haro blinked, then smiled. "Of course he has been." She gestured for the whole group to follow as she walked in the building.

In other words: Ragtag Group decides to plummet to their death. Spoiler alert: Does not kill them. Confused Boi catches the crazy from Magic Rock™ and raves on about that; Squid slaps him into reality. Everyone decides to take a short rest in D&D. Confused Boi has dream about his crazy grandma, Depresso Espresso fights the zombie apocalypse, Child did something like that too, and Squid had a good night's sleep. Confused Boi then slaps Depresso Espresso gently into reality, Squid wakes up like the Disney Princess he is, and Child is there.

Khusa watched the bustling city below him, people moving past each other without a care about his small business. He clasped his hands, his eyes searching for something with no success. He bit his top lip, turning in his chair back to some papers. Of course, the papers had been brought in by Haro a few minutes prior, but he had the time to look them over. His eyes scanned the words, the corner of his lip twitching upwards. "Haro?" he called out, leafing through some more pieces of paper. Her head poked in. "Yes, sir?" "Go check the front door," Khusa said, looking up from the papers, what was once a smirk faded. Haro blinked. "You don't have any appointments today." "I know." She held his gaze for a moment, but nodded, closing the door behind her. Khusa leaned back in his chair, organizing the papers in neat little piles, then clasped his hands again. Watching. Waiting. . . . Haro Salio walked down the stairs, the heel clicks echoing quietly. She pushed her hair back as she descended. Why Khusa wanted her to check the front door was beyond her, but it was better to do it since nine times out of time, he was correct; Haro had little to no reason to not believe him now. Slipping through patrons in the front, Haro pushed the door open to the blinding light. She rose her hand to shield her eyes from the sun, but it only took a moment of blinking to adjust to the bright light. Haro looked around, wondering who she should be looking for, till her eyes fell on a group of individuals she felt like she knew somewhere.

Actually, both warm and cold go about the same speed; it's just noticeable when they're cold, which they are 99.9% of the time when I'm playing piano, 'cause I got them cold hands.

Even after playing the piano for thirty minutes to an hour, my hands are still cold.

Q gave him a questioning glance, but didn't press. She tilted her head slightly.

“Yeah,” she said, a drop of the blood from her episode falling on her hand. “Everyone’s okay.”

Yulong blinked. “Someone came up to me, offering me a position of power. I… refused, and they sent those… things after me.”