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I might make a second post. Is there any new intro that Chunji would perceive as he travels through the magical darkness.
I might make a second post. Is there any new intro that Chunji would perceive as he travels through the magical darkness.
Does the Adapa work like a telepathic link? As far as I'm aware, it works similarly to a phone. Since Dayin, Chunji's Adapa, isn't with him, he isn't receiving Otis's text messages.
Traveling as a rat was difficult in many cases. Condensing the body and essence of a person into the shape of a rat took precision and good essence control to achieve, though that did not change the fact the original form was human. Regardless, Chunji was adaptable to changes and made his way up the staircase. However, However, there was a slight delay when an intruding presence arrived.
Ciara.
But on all accounts, the berserked student should have headed outside based on what he had seen with his Ethos. Now, she was running past him and heading up to the third floor. Was she being guided by something? How did she instinctively know that something was occurring on the third floor? She wasn't an occultist; Chunji could tell just by judging her behaviors and essences from previous encounters. Was Otis guiding her? Chunji couldn't contemplate as he realized the implications of her appearance. There was no doubt that every soldier and Iraleth was heading in this direction right now. Chunji highly doubted he could maintain his transformation while being stampeded on.
However, that left him with a conundrum. Should he associate with Ciara now? Based on a rampage in the Iris Record, their spat during orientation, and arguments during the exercise with Alto, Chunji was hesitant to involve himself with her. It was practically a curse to walk up and speak to her. Or was it a hidden blessing instead?
"Ciara." Chunji would emerge as if he had been following Ciara this entire time. Coming around the corner and up the stairs, Chunji looked up to his wounded peer. Chunji didn't close the distance as he wasn't aware the mental state the Ciara was currently in. "Seeing that you are here, I'm assuming that you have come to rescue Davil. I will assist you." With that, he took a few steps forward. His expression was ever expressionless even in the midst of the storm.
"You will be needing my sight as I can see past this veil of darkness. Additionally, I will heal the wounds you have accumulated that you have received on your journey here." Chunji slowly ascended the steps with the intention of reaching the third floor. "If you refuse, I will proceed without you, even if it means dealing with the potential Umbralist by myself. They are of no mere foe as they can control multiple leylines and teleported themselves into the Iris Record." With that, Chunji stopped on the step that Ciara was on. He turned to regard her.
"Will you accept my help?" He offered out his hand to the wounded girl. If she were, Chunji would cast the 'Heal' spell he had learned from the library. It was a rudimentary spell but efficient on the current essence amount he had. The spell would heal her wounds, pushing out the bullet that lodged in her. Oddly enough, this process wouldn't hurt as she would heal. Chunji would then take her hand and guide her through the darkness to the other side of the floor. If not, he would proceed without her and head down to reach the Southwestern Hallway to cover the entire floor.
His eyes could reach through the north and east of him. Account of the rooms within this field of vision meant that the room that may contain Davil would be in the Southwestern hallway. That was his current best bet at the moment as he made his way through the darkness.
Ciara.
But on all accounts, the berserked student should have headed outside based on what he had seen with his Ethos. Now, she was running past him and heading up to the third floor. Was she being guided by something? How did she instinctively know that something was occurring on the third floor? She wasn't an occultist; Chunji could tell just by judging her behaviors and essences from previous encounters. Was Otis guiding her? Chunji couldn't contemplate as he realized the implications of her appearance. There was no doubt that every soldier and Iraleth was heading in this direction right now. Chunji highly doubted he could maintain his transformation while being stampeded on.
However, that left him with a conundrum. Should he associate with Ciara now? Based on a rampage in the Iris Record, their spat during orientation, and arguments during the exercise with Alto, Chunji was hesitant to involve himself with her. It was practically a curse to walk up and speak to her. Or was it a hidden blessing instead?
"Ciara." Chunji would emerge as if he had been following Ciara this entire time. Coming around the corner and up the stairs, Chunji looked up to his wounded peer. Chunji didn't close the distance as he wasn't aware the mental state the Ciara was currently in. "Seeing that you are here, I'm assuming that you have come to rescue Davil. I will assist you." With that, he took a few steps forward. His expression was ever expressionless even in the midst of the storm.
"You will be needing my sight as I can see past this veil of darkness. Additionally, I will heal the wounds you have accumulated that you have received on your journey here." Chunji slowly ascended the steps with the intention of reaching the third floor. "If you refuse, I will proceed without you, even if it means dealing with the potential Umbralist by myself. They are of no mere foe as they can control multiple leylines and teleported themselves into the Iris Record." With that, Chunji stopped on the step that Ciara was on. He turned to regard her.
"Will you accept my help?" He offered out his hand to the wounded girl. If she were, Chunji would cast the 'Heal' spell he had learned from the library. It was a rudimentary spell but efficient on the current essence amount he had. The spell would heal her wounds, pushing out the bullet that lodged in her. Oddly enough, this process wouldn't hurt as she would heal. Chunji would then take her hand and guide her through the darkness to the other side of the floor. If not, he would proceed without her and head down to reach the Southwestern Hallway to cover the entire floor.
His eyes could reach through the north and east of him. Account of the rooms within this field of vision meant that the room that may contain Davil would be in the Southwestern hallway. That was his current best bet at the moment as he made his way through the darkness.
Yeah, Chunji is a rat right now.
Woot!
Also this Oziah guy might be a jobber.
EDIT: Also Nanaya. If Chunji were to ascend to the third floor, what would Chunji see? Could he pinpoint anyone (espescially Davil) if he were on that floor?
Also this Oziah guy might be a jobber.
EDIT: Also Nanaya. If Chunji were to ascend to the third floor, what would Chunji see? Could he pinpoint anyone (espescially Davil) if he were on that floor?
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Well hopefully Sifr is able to posts on the Weekend.
Bro... I hope you're physically okay and that they didn't steal anything too valuable from you. Take your time as always, Sifr.
The unpleasant sounds of pain and agony echoed from the halls. For a person who didn't want to be labeled as an Umbralist, Ventura was certainly good at inspiring fear amongst the masses. The soldiers nearby were even quivering in their boots as they recovered from their initial skirmish. It is odd to see how they were struggling against Ventaura, but it could also be said that was how strong Ventaura was. Or perhaps it was the fear of an umbralist that weakened their hearts.
"It is nothing to be sad about. My former classmate chose this course of action, and what is happening now are the consequences of it." It wasn't atypical since he doubted Ventaura had any real friends or support in this facility. The only personal Chunji saw around Ventura was Otis, and he could hardly be called the bastion of friendship. "Even if we are told not to engage the enemy, we can still evacuate everyone to a safer place. From what I could see, Ventaura's last attack was quite devastating. It would not surprise me if someone was severely injured in the attack." Chunji looked over and opened the nearest door.
It was a room filled with alchemical equipment. Chunji entered and dipped his head back out. "You should gather yourself and a few others to rescue anyone in trouble. If I recall correctly, a hero not only fights evil but saves lives. I'll prepare a suitable space for the injured in this room." With that, Chunji closed the door and took a deep breath. Ideally, Chunji hoped that Ciara would head up to the next floor, but the superficial woman decided to flee for her own life.
"Dayin, I need your help." Once more, Chunji summoned his Adapa in front of him. "Prepare this room for the injured." Chunji flipped through a couple of hand signs and cast a spell.
"方向 八德 十六个目的 三十二种武器 六十四星" (One Path. Two Hands. Four Directions. Eight Virtues. Sixteen Purposes. Thirty-Two Weapons. Sixty-Four Stars.)
"九诈 蜕变" (Nine Deceptions: Transformation)
Finishing the sign at Monkey, Dayin transformed in front of him. From the faded smoke emerged a figure reminiscent of Chunji's own. Dayin stood before him as his carbon copy. A copy who could replicate even his own voice, judging by how Dayin tested its voice. A perfect doppelganger that Chunji needed. "Try to maintain the illusion, Dayin." Now, it was time to perform the spell on himself.
Chunji transformed himself into a rat. Dayin opened the door slightly to let him out. With due haste, Chunji made his way to the nearest staircase to his west. The chaos should have averted any eyes that would've gotten him caught in the halls. If Chunji were to ascend the stairs by himself, he would've peered onto the second floor with his Ethos.
He needed to get to Davil. Chunji needed to confirm his suspicions. The words that plagued his mind echoed in Chunji's head.
"The world cannot advance in this direction; this whole thing is a sham and a disgrace. Heroics will not win the day, nor will the trampled we know be redeemed. Meer was right - fury is our strength. We must abide by the old, for it is our only path."
"It is nothing to be sad about. My former classmate chose this course of action, and what is happening now are the consequences of it." It wasn't atypical since he doubted Ventaura had any real friends or support in this facility. The only personal Chunji saw around Ventura was Otis, and he could hardly be called the bastion of friendship. "Even if we are told not to engage the enemy, we can still evacuate everyone to a safer place. From what I could see, Ventaura's last attack was quite devastating. It would not surprise me if someone was severely injured in the attack." Chunji looked over and opened the nearest door.
It was a room filled with alchemical equipment. Chunji entered and dipped his head back out. "You should gather yourself and a few others to rescue anyone in trouble. If I recall correctly, a hero not only fights evil but saves lives. I'll prepare a suitable space for the injured in this room." With that, Chunji closed the door and took a deep breath. Ideally, Chunji hoped that Ciara would head up to the next floor, but the superficial woman decided to flee for her own life.
"Dayin, I need your help." Once more, Chunji summoned his Adapa in front of him. "Prepare this room for the injured." Chunji flipped through a couple of hand signs and cast a spell.
"方向 八德 十六个目的 三十二种武器 六十四星" (One Path. Two Hands. Four Directions. Eight Virtues. Sixteen Purposes. Thirty-Two Weapons. Sixty-Four Stars.)
"九诈 蜕变" (Nine Deceptions: Transformation)
Finishing the sign at Monkey, Dayin transformed in front of him. From the faded smoke emerged a figure reminiscent of Chunji's own. Dayin stood before him as his carbon copy. A copy who could replicate even his own voice, judging by how Dayin tested its voice. A perfect doppelganger that Chunji needed. "Try to maintain the illusion, Dayin." Now, it was time to perform the spell on himself.
Chunji transformed himself into a rat. Dayin opened the door slightly to let him out. With due haste, Chunji made his way to the nearest staircase to his west. The chaos should have averted any eyes that would've gotten him caught in the halls. If Chunji were to ascend the stairs by himself, he would've peered onto the second floor with his Ethos.
He needed to get to Davil. Chunji needed to confirm his suspicions. The words that plagued his mind echoed in Chunji's head.
"The world cannot advance in this direction; this whole thing is a sham and a disgrace. Heroics will not win the day, nor will the trampled we know be redeemed. Meer was right - fury is our strength. We must abide by the old, for it is our only path."
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