"Enough of this."
An expanse of shadow rises from the ground and Dras-Il steps out. It's difficult to tell with just the one eye, but she almost appears to be scowling.
"I have just arrived from the world of shadows, where Eliot currently resides. He wanted me to let you all know that he is alright." With some effort, she crosses her arms. "However, I believe he requires peace of mind in order to follow me through. I can only imagine how difficult that is for him to achieve as he's forced to watch his companions despair."
Her tone is stern, but also concerned. Both for Eliot and for the group. "You cannot fall apart like this whenever you are faced with hardship. As I said before, this world is not always merciful enough to let you get away with it."
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGobOf course not, Dras-Il, was it?
(...coming from the tree that first attacked us.)
(That's over now!)
(You mean she's on our side now?)
(Is she attacking us right now? ... I thought not. Shut your hyper-aggressive little gob.) "gob" is British slang for mouth
edited 27th Apr '17 9:30:21 AM by StarAndroidJaguar
...Mila slowly picks herself up in silence, looks around, takes her bag back, and looks towards Orichalcum.
"Let's go."
There is no sense of any emotion in her voice, but her eyes seem to have lost their focus and her tail drags limply in the dirt as she walks along. Her actions are slow and deliberate, as if she has a direct goal she intends to complete.
I need to update these things more oftenShe'sprobablybeentothesameplaceheisinrightnowandstuff. He'llprobablyfindawaybackout.
Now let's move!
*I take to the air and follow Mila.*
"... Right then. If he needs that, we'll go."
Finley begins trotting along with J and Mila, but slows down for the others to come along.
Long live the New Bev.(Oz still doesn't seem like he wants to move, so I simply pick him up and carry him as I go to join everyone else.)
(At the same time, though, I feel like we're just leaving Eliot, so I decide to try and see if I can make him aware of what we're doing)
Eliot? If you can hear us, we're heading into town. Follow us if you can.
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."The Grand Oracle will be wondering what in the bloody world is the matter...
*I turn around and gesture for the others to come over here.*
(...who are you to take charge?)
(I had to do something. We're all misfits. You're the one calling the shots right now, and you've also got the big guns... It's a metaphor.)
Dras-Il stares at Wrench with... bewilderment, mostly. "For what possible reason would I lie-"'
She cuts herself off with a grunt, the shadows clawing up her form again. "Pokémon are intolerable to deal with... Follow your friends to town. I will return to Eliot, ensure his safety as much as I can. Whether you "believe" that I will or not."
With that she's gone again, just as quickly as she arrived.
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob[I back away and bend over to catch my breath. I'm panting like a dog...fitting—and my limbs feel a little weak. Dras' words give me some comfort, they know I'm fine, they know I'm fine, that's good...]
[I perk up when Mila says "Let's go". She starts moving...rather slowly, towards Orichalcum, followed shortly by J and Finley. Goobert goes to pick up Oz and addresses me: even though he can't see it, I give him a thumbs-up. I look over at Dras and watch her disappear; seems I'm due for another quick conversation with her. I don't move just yet, I'll start along once she arrives.]
I bring up the group's rear, making sure that none of those who were paralysed fall too far behind.
Rather than shadow, it is light that pools to form a jagged entranceway in the air. Dras-Il's body, particularly her shadowy interior, is contrasted against its brightness.
Her posture suggests anger, but it swiftly deflates as she turns to Eliot. "I must apologise again. I did not mean to be brusque with them, but... it has been some time since I conversed with anything besides nature."
edited 27th Apr '17 11:56:15 AM by whizzerd
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob*I simply remain lying on the ground, a Cheri Berry about half the size of my head within reach. Out of some kind of guilt, I elect not to eat it; at least, not yet.*
"You guys go on ahead, I guess. I'm gonna wait for Eliot to come back or something."
Are you ready? Go live!"It's...it's fine. I think they...needed it."
[I see PJ lying on the ground, refusing to even move until I come back so he says. I sigh; I can't have him do this.]
"...tell PJ—" [I point at him.] ""...tell him I'll, um...tell him he doesn't need to worry about me. I can...get out of here, I'll be fine. He doesn't need to wait, he can head off to town...I'll be there with you guys, just...you won't see me for a bit, but I'll be there, I'm walking with you."
Mila turns her head slightly to look behind her towards the rest of the group, and notices PJ and Guy remaining behind. After a moment, she stops and opens her mouth, but no sound comes out.
"-"
Eventually, she moves off to the side of the path away from the others returning, specifically avoiding Finley.
I want to tell them they're not making it better, that they should listen to Finley and Dras-ll and the others, but what if they don't believe me. Why should they believe me? All I've done so far is panic, waste resources, and hurt people. What if PJ was right? How can I expect people to protect me and stick around me if this is what I bring them? I can't keep doing this to people, I can't just mess things up and hide behind Finley or anyone else. I'm worthless without my electricity, but maybe being worthless is better than being harmful.
I need to update these things more oftenDras-Il's gaze bores deep into Eliot again- mostly concern, but with the distinct impression that she's growing tired of this back-and-forth.
"I attacked your group, and, at least partially, I am responsible for you being trapped here." Her tone is annoyed, but trying to hold it back. "Hence why I will not object to being treated as a messenger. Do not expect such servitude should our paths cross again in the future."
With that, she's swept away once more.
The travel is shorter this time; perhaps because Dras-Il has grown familiar to it.
"Your friend insisted that I return; he wishes for you to cease with your worrying and follow the rest of your companions. He shall accompany you in the world of shadows." She stands at PJ's head, staring down at him- her eye almost the size of his entire body. "He thinks more of your group's well-being than he does his own."
they/them || "Forgive me, regent of queer amphibians" - Lt.BGob*I somehow manage to muster up the effort to wave J away.*
"Thanks, but I've already got one."
*My words sound insincere and annoyed, and they kind of are. I was cool with the ruffian kids, I was oddly cool with the forest guardian lady attacking us, and I probably would've been cool with Eliot up and fading from existence since it's got something to do with Dras' Phantom Force stuff and he'll be back sooner or later. But then shit kinda escalated, things were said which were not meant, and at this point, I just want to lie here. Upon hearing Dras' words, I look up, lacking the willpower to be daunted by her towering figure.*
"Can... Can I just have a minute to feel like shit, please? I'm not helping, I know, but like... ugh, no, there's no 'but', I can't make it sound like I've got a good reason. I don't, I'm just... not in the mood. Sorry if I sound unreasonable, I just want to get this outta my system. It's probably not healthy, but at this point I don't care."
*I return to my despondency for a moment, but then something escapes my mouth.*
"Mind telling Eliot I'm sorry?"
Are you ready? Go live![I wince: I hear it loud and clear, PJ. She better not take this out on me...]
[I look around; I should probably start heading to town; that's what I wanted to do in the first place. That's what I wanted—okay, I think I stressed the point. I take a few steps towards Orichalcum...then stop and look back at PJ. Shoot, they were worried that I wasn't gonna be okay, now I'm worried he's not gonna be okay...]
edited 27th Apr '17 2:18:42 PM by BlackMageAnolis

"Just... h-hold out for a bit. I p-promise it will get better..."
This paralysis is getting hard... Finley struggles to get to the bag and pulls out a Cheri berry, and then pops it in his mouth.
Dear sweet god, that is hot... But it works, and he's able to move again.
Long live the New Bev.