Mystic Syn

It's already sad as is, so why the heck not?

This mostly seems like a him problem. I was letting ya know, because she's going to be somewhat fine and I didn't want to force it on ya that's why I put as much foreshadowing in there as much as I could.

No, there isn't. Mors is already on top of that, so Ellis doesn't have to do anything. Except wait, that is.

Little do you know, she's not dead yet *cough* I mean, beautiful writing, man.

Her eye color swirled, fighting between sapphire and black. One could see two entities fighting for control in the reflection of her eyes: One that was ready to accept defeat and death, while the other trying to save her and trying to shake her out of the mindset she was falling into. They fought hard, trying to achieve their desires in any way possible. One argued hard about why she needed to live, but she wasn't having it. She had lost. It didn't matter if he could heal her; it felt like it was time. She didn't look like she was exactly seeing, but only staring. "It's over," she said in her normal voice, her breathing ragged. Her eyes managed to turn into her normal color as she said that. Black enveloped. "Don't say that," her distorted voice said, concerned and panicked. "People are here––" "You... don't get it." Sapphire returned. She coughed up blood, her gaze fading. "I don't... need help. I want... the pain to... stop." "I know it hurts, but you have to stay awake. Let. Me. Help." "No. You know... of all people that... my mind is a... dark place. If I live... any longer..." She started to grow limp, her eyes fluttering to stay awake. "I... I just want... to be numb. I don't... want to feel anything... anymore. I want... to be... free..." "I'll save you. You're not done." Her breathing became more and more labored by the second, showing restraint to letting the power help her. The pain was becoming unbearable, paining her to even breathe. It hurt her to even think, which amazed her. It had been so long since she felt that kind of pain, but it was almost a new type of pain. It begged for her to just give up now. She lived for this long, might as well–– Q finally noticed that someone was holding her. Ellis. She managed to smile, if only it was pained. "I'm... sorry," she rasped, "for thinking I... could be free... For thinking... that you would... be fine... For believing that... I was... not a killer... I'm sorry... for loving you..." Q hacked up blood, her body shivering violently, gasping for breath. Yet, she had the strength to raise an arm to touch the back of his head, positioning him to have their foreheads touch. She looked into his eyes, the two entities still fighting for control, continuing to smile. She pulled closer to give him a soft kiss on his lips, lingering for a few seconds too long before she grew limp, her eyes fading to black. "Thank you," she whispered, pulling away. "I'll... be back... I promise... Mors will... find... a..." Black took over, leaving her limp, tiny smoke trails exuding from the corners of her eyes.

Q danced around the field, killing anyone that stood in her way and didn’t know. She slashed their necks and stabbed their chests, mostly keeping to those places. She didn’t care how much blood she was getting on her, she didn’t care if she was breaking the one thing she promised herself long ago, and she didn’t care whether or not they had anything to live for. They were hurting the people she wanted to protect from... him. She would do everything in her power to not let them fall into the hands of death, even if that meant tapping into her power more so than before. It wasn’t going to be a repeat of when she broke out, but it looked to be getting pretty close to that. It was watching the hands of Death at work, sending people to their demise without another thought. She knew they deserved it, even though she might not think the same in the next couple of days. Her twin blades were flashes of light and darkness, spraying blood when they found targets. This was what she was meant to do; it was what she was trained for. Most of her life has been devoted to using her powers for good, although that line has been getting fuzzier and fuzzier as the days and years went on. All that mattered right now was killing those who stood to oppose her and the people she protected. Laughter filled the air. Her own mad laughter. It’s been a long time since they’ve done something like this. It’s been far too long since she let him free, even for a little bit. Q knew the costs and knew what would happen to her if she allowed him to use her for too long, but this was for the people she practically swore to protect. Sacrifice came with being someone like her, and she knew that too well. She sacrificed a lot to just live every day, and sometimes people never took that for granted or they were already dead to appreciate what she was doing for them. But by then, it was already too late. It didn’t matter now. She had power, and she was going to–– CRACK Something broke through her shroud, and it was too late to react. Something sliced cleanly through her protection, impaling her in the back, her scars flaring with pain. Q gasped, the power suddenly being sapped away, as if something was eating away at it. It tore through her, making her feel pain that she could’ve never imagined. The pain reminded her too much of the time with... him. It ate through her, seeming to devour the very space within her and more. It didn’t fade, no, the pain came in huge wave, much like what her PTSD was like at times. It heaved on her, begging her to give in and to just give up. It beckoned her to fall into that same darkness that tempted her every single day to give up. It wanted her to just give in to the pain, give into what more it has, and perhaps avoid it at all costs. She fell to her knees, the black fading away from her eyes to reveal her normal sapphire. They were terrified. They looked everywhere, anywhere, for something or someone of comfort, but all she could see was death and chaos. They couldn’t find anything, eventually leading to tears streaming. Even if there weren’t a blade––or whatever it was––impaled in her, she wouldn’t have enough strength to go on. It wasn’t until her eyes fell on Melody was when she opened her mouth to try and speak, but all that came out was coughing and blood. “Melody,” she rasped with enough command as she could manage, knives falling from her grip. Everything was getting darker and more painful by the second. She didn’t know how long she had, but she had enough strength to get this word out before the black took over the sapphire. Before she... “Run.” With that last word out, Q ran out of strength and fell to the ground, her sapphire gaze––now turning black––staring into nothing.

She was oblivious to the blade, being occupied by the guards. It hit her, catching her off-guard as she [insert side effects for le blade since I am unfamiliar with them]. It's not that idk what the blade is, it's just that idk what the blade is.

"Now this is more like it!" she said with a mad grin, her voice becoming more and more distorted by the second. The smoke poured out of her, not only shrouding her from any fire, but it seemed to cause her veins to turn into a deeper black. With that, the sharp ribbons sprouted from her back, striking to absorb any bit of firepower aimed at her. As the ribbons were zipping to protect her, Q dodged and sidestepped every attack made at her from the guards with inhuman speed, softly singing a tune as she did so. "There is a green hill on the moor," her distorted voice sang softly, madness creeping in. "One where the red fern grows. It is the green hill of lore, but there is wonders and magic galore. Listen to the breeze, listen to the song it sings. As you watch with ease, you'll see your dreams dancing on the melody."

"Hmm." Adras rubbed his chin. "It could work, and it's better than what I had in mind." He shrugged.

Hyn exhaled, probably letting out some frustration. "As a Counselor Monk," she started, "it's my duty to watch over any Counselor that may come our way, since we are so rare. My main priority is to watch over the Prophet and make sure he or she or they are alright and safe. More often than not, they come to the Counselor Monks to train to be the Prophet."

"Considering that I was sent to assess the situation," she said, looking back, "I would say that I'm trying to find them. The last Prophet was a part of the monastery I'm from, and they want to know what happened to him and where the new Prophet is."

"I was sent by the monastery to assess the Prophet Situation." She shrugged, looking towards Huzh. "He was sent to protect me, even though I know I can defend myself."

"The monks said, 'Always show people kindness, even if they're lying or unkind.'" Hyn continued to smile. "I spend the first seven years of my life in this city, of course I know what the people are like. I don't know what they're going through, so I have no other choice but to humor them."

"Oh," she said, smiling more genuinely now. Hyn held her staff behind her back. "It's the first time someone actually did that to me rather than look at me weird. Is it okay if I see the art?"

Hyn didn't respond when she walked up to the girl, gripping her quarter staff tighter. She scratched the tattoos on her hands, tilting her head when she came up to the girl. She gave a soft smile, showing a bit of restraint. "Hello," she said, calmly. "But I couldn't help but see you watching me. Is there something wrong?"

"Mmm, I see. Should I go talk to her?"

Q growled, flicking her hand up. Sharp black ribbons of pure energy shot from her hands, wrapping themselves around the blasts of energy. Bringing her hand in, the blasts held into the ribbons.

"Thank you." She turned back to Taniala. "You wouldn't know her, would you?"

"Mmm, yes. Likewise." Hyn straightened, looking in the direction of the girl in a coat. She tilted her head at her, as if wondering why out of all the people that were staring at her, she had noticed that one. "Huzh," she said, patting his arm carefully, then pointed in the direction of the girl. "You know her?"

"That's a yes," she said, turning back to the girl. She bowed her head. "I'm Hyn, and you are?"

Hyn paused for a moment, considering. "Well, I don't see any problem with it." She turned to the Survivor. "Huzh?" @The Unknown Order

"I appreciate the offer," she said, giving a short glare at Huzh before turning back to the first speaker. "But I think I have all the help I need, right now. The 'help' tends to worry over me, even though I can handle myself, but I digress."

“Through the chaos, there is my Talent. Through my Talent, I can achieve peace,” Hyn muttered to herself, eventually calming down as she exhaled deeply. “Through peace, I can find my purpose.” She looked up at the person who spoke, her panicked expression gone. She looked to be at peace when she picked her quarter staff from the ground and rose to her feet. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” she said, calmly. “Usually I have more control. Again, I’m sorry. I’m just trying to figure more about the Prophet and what happened to them.”