Mystic Syn

"Hmph," was all he responded as he stalked out the door, waiting for Verim to come out before closing it quietly behind him. Chaos. Chaos everywhere. Blood soaked the wooden boards underneath his feet. Pacis soldiers were strewn all around the highway, some of them laying over railings, threatening to fall over into the canal below. Ji frowned, searching for Elya. Where was she? He creeped along the edge, avoiding being seen by other Pacis, continuing his search for Elya. Peering over the railing, a sneer formed on his lips as he saw a Mystic practically beating the crap out of her. He growled, then stopped as something moved out of the corner of his eye in the highways above him. A figure cloaked in darkness watched him, cocking their head at him. Ji squinted, trying to make out features, till the light hit their eyes. Piercing sapphire. Anger boiled within him. His veins glowed brightly as he resisted screaming at the figure. Ji tensed, gripping the railing tight as he getting ready to jump and confront her. He was going to finish the job this time. He was going to have vengeance. He was not going to be the weak one. He was going to show–– BANG He tore his gaze from her and looked back down at the fight. Lyanör was on the ground, holding on to dear life it seems. Elya seemed to be handling herself, but he didn't know if she could make it to the newbie in time. Ji looked back up where the figure was, but to see her still standing there, practically begging him to come over and to finally do what he'd been wanting to do for years. He growled in frustration, then jumped towards Lyanör, blades materializing, zipping, and finding their marks against the enemy. Ji lowered himself next to Lyanör as his blades were shooting left and right, deflecting as many bullets as they could and finishing the Pacis soldiers. He reached down and carefully picked her up. "It's okay," he said in a surprisedly soft voice. "You're going to be okay." His eyes flicked back up. The figure still stood there, seeming to enjoy the mayhem. A quiet growl escaped his lips, but he still backed away from the firefight, protecting Lyanör as much as he could, grunting as bullets bit him.

Turns out when you put on a lullaby like song on while you’re running on about five to four hours of sleep, you fall asleep for about an hour and you wake up dehydrated and confused.

"Supposed to make an impact, but whatever," Ji grumbled, pocketing the remote. "Let's get out of here. The white is burning my retinas." With that, Ji stalked out the way they'd come in.

Ji rolled his eyes, but didn't leave, only standing outside the door as he twirled the remote in his hand. The cuffed Pacis continued to thrash against his bonds, a stream of curses following not that far behind. He looked up at the newcomer, sneering at him. "What?" he spat. "Come to torment me like your comrade?"

"You Lighting son of a..." he trailed off, waving his hands in the air. "Fine. Whatever. If that's what you want."

Ji glared at him again, then sighed. "I'm not leaving you alone. That's a bad idea," he decided. "But do try and hurry."

Ji gave him a glare. "It'll hit them where it hurts," he said, turning to walk out then motioned towards the slowed guards. "Now let's go before they realize what's going on."

He grunted again, reaching down and snatching one of their key cards off their belts. Ji strode past the slowed guards, swiping the card on the keypad, which turned green and beeped happily in response. The doors unlocked, then opened for him to a different world where he could make a difference to this horrid police force. Ji grinned wickedly, and walked right in. The stacks of weapons seemed to go on forever. There was an assortment of them, ranging from handguns to rocket launchers to explosives. How this particular outpost had rocket launchers was a mystery, but he didn't particularly care right now. He trudged past the guns to the explosives, his grin becoming wider by the second. So much he could do with these explosives. Ji looked up at the shelves, placing his hands on his hips and pursed his lips. It looked like he was shopping for a pair of shoes, if they could combust with the press of a button. He could just steal some of these and maybe use them against their creators, but where would they put it if he managed to bring them out? But, on the other hand... "Hey! What're you doing in here?" He turned to the new voice, scowling at the Pacis officer in that bright white uniform. The officer began to tremble a bit when he recognized who he had just yelled at, but still held himself as if he were the only important person or thing in the room. "Oh, you know," Ji responded with a shrug, his veins beginning to glow. "Just browsing." Ghostly blades emerged from his back, zipping towards the Pacis. The Pacis, in return, cursed loudly, fumbling for his sidearm. The blades didn't aim to kill, though; instead, they began to chip away at the Pacis, who was still scrambling to bring his gun up to try and counter the blades. Ji sprinted towards the man, more blades appearing as he ran. The Pacis cursed again, leveling his handgun up to where Ji was coming from, pulling the trigger. Ji felt instinct kick in as he immediately ducked, though he still felt bullets imbed and nip his exposed skin. He grunted, but continued onwards, which made the Pacis curse again, but he focused on the blades that kept nicking him. Reaching the Pacis, Ji didn't use any of the blades at point blank; he, instead, kicked the back of the Pacis' knees, sending the Pacis to the ground. Before he completely fell, Ji snatched the pair of handcuffs from his belt. He scowled again as he stopped the blades, looking down at the Pacis, before kicking his head. The Pacis screamed in pain, but didn't fall unconscious; Ji didn't care, though. He lowered to be on the Pacis' level, then managed to pick him up and set him right next to the shelves with explosives, cuffing both of his hands to a pole. Ji went to the shelves, picking up one of the explosives and began to arm it carefully. It beeped like the keypad, completely oblivious to what Ji was doing. He went to the shelf, finding another keypad and pressing a few buttons. All the explosives on the shelf beeped like the one before it. Ji picked up the remote that hung from the keypad, syncing it with the rest of the explosives. He walked back to the Pacis, who was squinting as he looked up at Ji. Blood dribbled down the side of his face as well as from the cuts and nicks from his blades. The Pacis grimaced, then looked up to where he was cuffed to and his eyes widened. "You don't know what you're doing," the Pacis said to him, true fear entering his gaze and voice. "Yes," Ji said through gritted teeth, finalizing his entry and tossing the explosive on the Pacis' lap, "I do." The Pacis thrashed against the cuffs, screaming at Ji as he causally walked away, remote in hand. Ji walked out the doors to the keypad and pressed a few buttons. After a moment, the doors closed and locked themselves, beeping with confirmation. Ji turned towards Verim, clutching the remote tightly. "Let's get out of here before they notice," he said, gesturing to where they'd come from.

Ji grunted in response, already working on the other guard. They barely took notice; if they did, their reactions were very slow, if barely noticeable.

Just trust me on this one, bro.

It’s been a bit since I’ve posted art lol. Mostly because of school and some mental stuff.

Ji rolled his eyes. "That's no fun," he muttered to himself. He peered around the corner, watching Verim silently before following as quietly as he could. He frowned slightly as the guards began to move slowly, as if their very actions was trying to walk through molasses. The guard nearest to Raviid had been yawning, but was now in slow motion, unaware of Raviid or Ji coming up on him and his comrades.

Y’all ain’t ready for this one. I was vibing in an old church building I used to go to a few years back before it was torn down, just walking the hallways and really just minding my own business as I strolled around. All of a sudden, there was a concert going on a few rooms down? Like, I was walking into the main chapel and saw the k-pop group: BTS note: I do listen to their music, so that’s why they’re here. They were doing their thang while on the stand while there was literally nobody else in the chapel. I decided: “What the heck? I’ll go up to them and say hi,” even though they don’t know of my existence. Anyways, as I was going up to see them, a shudder and rumbling noise came from my right. I turn in that direction and see a dark swirling portal. Everything seemed to be sucking in to that portal, and I wonder what the heck is going on with it. And then, out came Thanos from the MCU. I distinctly remember me saying in my dream: “Wait, you’re not supposed to be here.” Then I woke up.

Ji nodded. “Yeah, we could do that. We could be subtle.” He then grinned wickedly and looked at Verim. “Or…”

Ji walked carefully through the complex, his lip sneering in disgust as he looked at the white interior. He'd been in a few Pacis buildings before, most of the time it wasn't on legal terms, but they were all the same; they all had the same white interior that was practically screaming about how "pure" and "righteous" they were. Ji knew better, of course; he knew what they did in the background and how they treated their employees, how they treated people like him, and how they went about thinking they were doing it for the "greater good" or whatever mantra they read on a flyer in the alleyway. He paused at a corner, peering around it. There were guards standing in front of a large door, mildly chatting about... whatever Pacis guards talked about; he didn't care. Ji frowned, silently cursing despite himself. Either Elya's distraction wasn't working or it was actually the weapons cache and it must be important enough for the guards to remain there. Ji guessed the latter due to seeing a good handful of guards going to the entrance where Elya had been. Ji turned to Verim, frowning. "Any ideas?" he asked, pointing at the guards with his thumb. "Diplomacy is out of the question for me; I'll be arrested on the spot." @Fallapede

Well, I guess I got one story... well, more of an outline that I don't mind sharing, not that many people will see this post lol. Keep this in mind: This outline/story I got from a dream I had a few months back, so take this as you will; I will be adding names to characters in the future. We start off walking on an overgrown railway, strolling past buildings that will soon meet the same fate in the upcoming years. The main character––calling them MC for short and till I decide on name––walks past to those locally owned convenience stores, then decides to go in for plot reasons that will most likely be come up later when I actually decide to sit down and fully write this out. As MC walks in, they give a slight nod at the cashier that greets them. They browse the shelves, picking up things that are interesting to look at or for them to buy later. There is another customer there, but they only glance at each other and go about their business like nothing ever happened. It wasn't until another customer––they named Rambleman now––comes in, raving about something that MC doesn't understand, and also because I haven't decided which thing they should rave on about. Anyways, Cashier asks them to leave if they were going to make a ruckus or not going to browse in peace. Rambleman takes no crap from them, and pulls out weapon most likely is going to be a gun of some sort. They start shooting up the place, or whatever weapon I decide to give them, and MC was forced behind the cash register.. desk.. thingy by the aforementioned customer that MC glanced at. Now, as I have said before, this all came from a dream, but I still remember every detail about this other customer, even though I have never met someone who looks like this in any way possible: She looked to be in her later teens, almost looking like she was an adult. Her curly ginger hair fell past her shoulders. Her green eyes often showed annoyance at first, but eventually grew warm as you come to know her. Her nose crinkled as she smiled and laughed, and you could the splash of freckles better when she smiled. She wore a green t-shirt and had ripped jeans with some sneakers of some sort. Again, I have no clue why I remember this girl so well, but that's not the point. Anyways, the other customer––uhh, gonna call her Ginger––basically pushes MC down and fights the Rambleman with her magic powers, that I haven't decided on yet was thinking something along the lines of being able to do stuff by singing a certain type of song, kinda like the sirens from mythology, except.. no seducing in this example. After finding out that Ginger has powers, Rambleman stops and then goes on about how the world is going to end and that only people like her would be able to save it. Ginger calmly sings a song that pacifies Rambleman, and they're on their merry way. Now, I dunno what I'm going to do with this part, but it's basically going to be what happened in my dream: G: "Hey. Wanna go on an adventure?" MC: "Yeah whatever, nerd." Off they went! I don't have exact details of what's going to happen, but it'll involve adventure, character development, and friendship development; in other words, this the part of the dream that I cannot remember. They become close friends and trusting each other with basically their lives at this point. They go on to save the world with Ginger and her powers, as you do when you go on a wacky adventure with someone you met in a store. At the climax, they figure out that in order for the world to be saved or whatever stakes I'm going to have, Ginger needs to sacrifice the memories she made on the adventure or something abstract like that I might throw in having her lose her powers as well, just for funsies. She, of course, does that, knowing that it will be for the good of the world, sacrifices herself, and MC and Ginger are sent back to their normal lives before going on Wacky Adventure™. MC remembers everything that happens, of course, then races to the store they first met Ginger, desperate to try and revive any memories they made together on Wacky Adventure™. Ginger, however, has no clue and treats MC like a normal human being, even though she's a bit weirded out that they are talking to her, because she believes that they had never met in their entire lives. MC is distraught, but still treats her like a friend, though she can't remember it. I think I'm going to have her lose her memories and powers forever and basically refriend MC all over again. Y'all didn't ask for this, so I'm sorry lol. Again, most of this idea came from a dream I had a few months back, so of course there are plot holes and things that are unexplained, because it was a dream and partially because I haven't given a whole lot of thought into it.

"If Elya creates a big distraction," he said, quietly opening the door, "then we won't have to worry about there being too many guards."

Here's a better question: What do you want to hear? I have a bit that I never do with :pp

Ji picked his way through the highways, carefully stepping around the Pacis. He turned back to make sure Verim has his back before reaching up to open the side door.

Going from drawing to writing without any time to prepare is a weird experience lol.

“Alright, Verim,” Ji growled, carefully stepping his way towards the base. @Fallapede

Ji nodded and grunted, waving for Verim to come over.

You're goodddd. I should be going and getting a normal amount of sleep right now, but I ain't, so...

Blood, sweat, tears, and a whole lot of duct tape. You should hear this a lot, but it don't mean that it's not relevant: Practice, practice, practice. It's okay to reference other people's art; heck, I do it all the time when I get stuck. References are your friend. Draw every day, even if it's a little doodle. Do anatomy studies. Sounds boring, but it so helps. And.. idk, practice. Always practice. If you've seen my progression as an artist a few posts back, you should understand that I'm not the best at it lol.