Enter: Zelos
Characters: Zelos and OPEN.
Location: Where the east road from the park connects to the plaza
Time: Late evening
Style: Any, I'll match the thread.
Status: Open
(ooc: This is continued from the writing sample in my app. If you're interested, please give it a read!)
All Zelos could see was red.
It took him a moment to realize it was merely his hair in his face, half undone from the fancy braid he'd been wearing at the peace summit in Meltokio. A summit which, had he not been as amazing as he is, would have ended in disaster thanks to an assassin. He'd have to have a talk with Sheena about that. He doubted it was anyone she commanded, but it could very well have been someone from Mizuho. He'd go see her first thing in the morning.
Or not.
I'm dead, right?
But the spreading numbness blossoming from the left of his crystal informed him that no, he was not dead, but he soon would be if he didn't get a healer's attention soon.
Shouldn't they have done that? There were a lot of people. Or is watching the Chosen die still a form of entertainment I wasn't aware of?
He groaned as he moved a gloved hand to brush the hair from his face and was greeted with a bright spot of yellow light that suddenly took up his entire field of vision.
"Woah!" and then "Arrgh..." as the sudden jump the creature had caused him to perform jostled the small dagger still lodged in his chest. He felt woozy and disoriented, but still had the presence of mind to slide it out and cast a first aid spell on himself. It wasn't much, but it would be enough to hold him over until he could get to a healer, if the poison he suspected the dagger had been laced with didn't get him first. Lucky his crystal slowed such things. He looked up, the question of why no one had helped him vanishing and being replaced with another very simple query.
"Where the hell am I?"
Location: Where the east road from the park connects to the plaza
Time: Late evening
Style: Any, I'll match the thread.
Status: Open
(ooc: This is continued from the writing sample in my app. If you're interested, please give it a read!)
All Zelos could see was red.
It took him a moment to realize it was merely his hair in his face, half undone from the fancy braid he'd been wearing at the peace summit in Meltokio. A summit which, had he not been as amazing as he is, would have ended in disaster thanks to an assassin. He'd have to have a talk with Sheena about that. He doubted it was anyone she commanded, but it could very well have been someone from Mizuho. He'd go see her first thing in the morning.
Or not.
I'm dead, right?
But the spreading numbness blossoming from the left of his crystal informed him that no, he was not dead, but he soon would be if he didn't get a healer's attention soon.
Shouldn't they have done that? There were a lot of people. Or is watching the Chosen die still a form of entertainment I wasn't aware of?
He groaned as he moved a gloved hand to brush the hair from his face and was greeted with a bright spot of yellow light that suddenly took up his entire field of vision.
"Woah!" and then "Arrgh..." as the sudden jump the creature had caused him to perform jostled the small dagger still lodged in his chest. He felt woozy and disoriented, but still had the presence of mind to slide it out and cast a first aid spell on himself. It wasn't much, but it would be enough to hold him over until he could get to a healer, if the poison he suspected the dagger had been laced with didn't get him first. Lucky his crystal slowed such things. He looked up, the question of why no one had helped him vanishing and being replaced with another very simple query.
"Where the hell am I?"