Mystic Syn

It said to explain plot poorly, and apparently my job too well on dumbing it down too much.

Jedi: Fallen Order

Q grunted, taking the hits while trying to deflect the blades away from her. The smoke dissipated from her eyes, leaving them back her normal color but with determination in them this time. She kept herself grounded as she kept deflecting more blades, all the while more slashing her. She didn't say a word or scream in pain, instead she bore it with calmness. Blood ran down her arms as Q gritted her teeth. "Suppose... suppose she will," Q uttered under her breath in the softest whisper. She looked back up at Y and grinned, taunting her to give Q her best shot.

Q smirked slightly. She let out a breath, then looked back up. Her eyes had turned to a pure black as she moved with inhuman speed. Maybe one or two blades actually nicked and perhaps created large gashes in her arms, but she didn't look like she cared. A calm expression had replaced her smirk. Her eyes continued to bleed black smoke as she carefully watched Y. "Is that all you got?" she asked, blood streaming down her arms. "I'll take all your hits."

Q growled yet again, yet smirked as she took a step back. "You've gotten sloppy," she said, falling into an aggressive stance. She placed one foot in front of the other in an L-position, her blade in front of her. She held the blade with one hand; although, it looked like it would've been too heavy for her. Instead of moving in, she waited for her opponent's next move.

Q growled, sheathing her other knife while reaching out to her right side, hand splayed out. In the blink of an eye, a long silvery, one-edged sword dropped into her hand. The black smoke started to envelop her eyes, making the sapphire almost disappear completely. She raised her blade, deflecting the knife with a clink. Q snarled and dashed over to meet her opponent. Her blade flashed in the dimming light as she raised it to either strike or defend, no one could tell for sure.

"No!!" Q yelled, her sapphire eyes starting to bleed black smoke. She quickly sheathing one of her knives and thrusting her free hand out. Out of her fingertips came dark ribbons of pure energy, zipping towards the girl.

Q growled, shifting in her stance. She studied Y carefully, but didn't do anything as she held her stance. "You can try, but no one has ever succeeded as you can see," she spat. "And don't you think that I've tried that myself?"

"In all fairness," she said, sharpness appearing in her voice as she watched Y with a trained eye. "The boy said that he got here before us and killed him. I'm not... responsible this time."

Q hissed, raising her blades in a defensive stance. She glared at the newcomer, hostility flaring in her eyes. "You've always been the flashy one," Q said dryly. "What do you want?"

Ooh, drama! *pulls out camera* I can sell this.

I see. Everybody be liking using the one letter names But here's hoping that I am reading this right~ Q whipped around, her knives flashing in her hands. She narrowed her eyes where the voice came from, not sure what she had heard. She bit her lip, not saying anything.

Yeah, and I think that the boy was asking Gerald to bring his mother back, but I haven't looked back on it because there has been some stalling going on.

>.> How dare you Jk, it'sa alright, lol. I'm just waiting for more plot to come by.

Y'all realize that we're not done yet and that y'all were basically stalling so that we can have that time, lol.

Random bit of input here: Anyone can be whoever the heck they want to be. No one is telling Ellis that he needs to be the Dark Lord. I mean sure, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say that it's a part of a prophecy and yay, all that crap. But everyone can decide who they want to be. No one is telling you to do this or that; it's all in the decision that anyone can make. I've had my fair share of prophecies and tbh I'm sick and tired of them and wish that other authors could be more creative and for the most part, everything that it says comes true. Everyone wants to change the prophecy, but in doing so makes it come true, but people needs to have enough foresight to see where their actions will lead them. I can go on and on of how much I really don't like prophecies, but that's another post for another day. As I was saying, no one is making anyone decide what or who they should be, but it's all in our character development that makes us into who we are. The decisions that we make now decide who we will be later. Make those decisions while looking to the future, because that's who we will be with those actions. But I'm just rambling now. This has been Random Input by Mystic Syn. Join us next time to hear her say: "Wait, this is a thing now?"

Instead of there being ridicule in her eyes, understanding shone for spare a second before the usual guarded expression returned. Q turned her head away from the boy. "Take the amulet, Gerald," she whispered softly.

Didn't ask for a time. •3•

The Death Angels will be meeting in the Washdor Plaza. Ji Natio, will be there, as well as Kalter Junge, David Brown, and of course, Finnick Wilder.

He's appreciating the scenery, give him a second.

Ji watched him, leave then sighed in relief. A head peeked out from one of the rooms off to the left. It was one of the secretaries, looking to see if the stranger was really gone like Ji had wanted him to be. She carefully exited the room and made her way to Ji, her footsteps being the only noise in the room. He clasped his hands together, tapping his index fingers against one another as he waited for the secretary to say something to him. "That meeting won't happen for a long time and you know that, Ji," she said as she approached to the pondering young man. She folded her arms as she watched the doors, as if she was expecting for Ellis to walk in at any moment to do something, but Ji knew that he wouldn't be back here. At least, not for a long while. "I know, but he doesn't know that, and neither will the Mafia." He continued to tap his fingers against one another, pondering if he made the right decision to tell this stranger about a meeting that wasn't likely to happen for another few months. The secretary pursed her lips. "And what about the Angel?" Ji paused for a moment, considering his options of what he could say to her. "I needed to know whether she was in the same area as us, rather on the same planet as us." He said this in a serious tone, as if Ji knew exactly what Ellis had meant but no one was exactly sure. The secretary looked confused for a second, then shook her head as she made her way back to the front desk to go back to her work. Her heels clicked away from Ji as he continued to study the inviting outdoors, remaining on the arm of the sofa. Ji was left to his thoughts, wondering if he could get away with what he had just told this stranger. Ji rested his elbows on his knees. "Something tells me, Angel," he whispered softly, that no one could hear. "That this won't be the last that we'll encounter each other." Am I sorry about this blob of text? No.

"The pleasure has been mine," he said waving him away. "Now you might want to get outta here before my boss finds out that I was helping ya out. Good thing that I know how to handle myself."