Mystic Syn

Gerald: *on the brink of death* Q: She remained by his side, her eyes wandering to Gerald and the hologram––which caused her to tilt her head a bit––then back to Ellis. “Anything specific you want me to do?”

Q nodded solemnly. "I understand that," she said, her voice lowering to a whisper. "You feel like you're not only lying to the people around you, but you're lying to yourself. You can run from people your whole life, but you can't run from yourself." She looked back at him, smiling slightly. "You aren't defined by who you were in the past, though; you are defined by who you are now and how you choose to be defined." Q sat back, hesitating again before placing her hand back on his shoulder. "I understand how you have no reason to believe me; you really don't have great reasons to trust me. I do have suspicions that that person you're trying so hard not to be is peeking through, and you don't want that. You might expect me to say something like: 'Oh, but it's great to embrace your inner self, so do that,' but I won't, because that's not the answer in this situation. "I will be here, no matter who you decide to be. But that decision of who you want to be is up to you. I wish I could solve your problems, 'cause it hurts me to see you like this, but that's not how it works. There are just some things people have to figure out on their own, even if it pains their loved ones to step back and watch." Q stared at the damp ceiling, feeling Krow agree with her words with a little rush of warmth in her chest. He didn't say anything, of course; he left her to these sorts of things, where she usually started to ramble about whatever and felt like people stopped paying attention to her, but she didn't let it deter her. Q's hand trembled slightly, but she kept it on his shoulder. "If you need some time to yourself," Q whispered finally, "I can leave you alone."

Q furrowed her brow and bit her lip slightly. She sat down next to Ellis, moving closer ever so slightly. "Why would you say that?"

After she caught up to him, Q reached out, hesitated for a second, then rested a hand on Ellis’ shoulder. “Is everything alright?” she asked softly.

When in doubt, duct tape. Or Coppermind. Either one works.

How dare you force me to sign in on my phone. Q ran after Ellis, outpacing the others as she was slowly, but definitely surely catching up to him. Her heart raced as she sprinted, but she showed no fatigue. "Ellis!" she called out, almost catching up to him. "Ellis."

Q didn't look convinced. "If you say so," she still said.

"Yeah," Q said, letting out a breath, then rose an eyebrow at him. "How 'bout you?"

Q backed off in time for Ellis to cut down the revenants. She studied his movements, thoughts clouding her gaze as she carefully placed her blades back in her sheathes. "That's that, then," she said cautiously, sensing the spirits leaving their presence.

A growl formed deep in her throat. Q slipped out from holding the reverent with her blade, jabbing quickly at its knees with one knife. With the other hand, she slashed at one of the creature's hands, severing them.

Oh flip. Didn't realize we were actually going. Let's get going then, if it ain't too late. Q swore under her breath, quickly bringing her blades up to block the revenant's attacks with one, giving a quick slash at the creature's neck with the other.

Q rose an eyebrow at Ellis, concern flickering in her gaze. She forced herself to look at the newcomer instead, her knives appearing in her hands.

Q frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

Such... good, his muddled thought muttered. Very... pin... point..? Ji's knees began to buckle underneath him, but he quickly held on to a railing behind him, hoping that it was masking his knee buckling. He ground his teeth as the sweat rolled down his face. He tried concentrating for more, but these few were the only ones he could manage in his state. Ji swallowed, but still continued on with the attack, trying to get the blades in the attacker's blindspot.

Ji sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the attacker. He growled, his veins glowing in response. A couple more blades materialized, zipping and slashing at the newcomer.

i have been summoned “Don’t ask me,” she said after dropping down the well. Q brushed herself off, squinting in the dark.

Ji caught up to them, leaning on the railing for support. A sack of bricks was placed on his shoulders and little knives were embedding themselves into his thighs, or it sure felt that way. As he sagged, the ghostly blade flickered, fading slightly. Ji rubbed his eyes and patted his face, the blade solidifying in response––if only barely––as it took itself out of Ne’ik’s ankle. He looked up at the new person, then stood a bit taller, his summoned blade poised to fight. @Szeth_Pancakes

Listening to Studio Ghibli music while doing schoolwork is such an aesthetic.