holyspirits | W5 PLAYER CYOA - Daigo, Eupha, Saber, Wisadel

[ crunch!

jiaoqiu is already digging into his pockets for loose herbs. ]

No, no. You sit down.

[ basilio, seeing that it's probably more serious than he thought, takes a step forward to see if he can help. however, the wheel of fortune has started to click. the first settles right in place. the second also settles in place! that's two of these arrows pointing the right direction. however, the crunch of wis'adel's broken leg must have distracted them enough to throw them off, because that last arrow clicks into the wrong spot, and there's a blaring alarm that sets off. basilio startles so bad that he instinctively kicks the machine, which makes it wail even louder.

and that's what gets the attention of those borisin jiaoqiu was talking about earlier.

in the distance, they can hear a howl. and then another, and another. and as all of them come together in unison, the gate starts to thud. thud. thud. and crack. uh oh. ]

Aw, shite. [ bas hisses, pulling out his axe. ] Jiaoqiu, we gotta get them out of here.

The hell you are--

[she's not about to run. nevermind the fact that running is not about to happen with a broken leg!

wiš'adel pulls the machine gun from her back, gritting her teeth as her arm complains about it, and feels for the horn at her side to make sure it's ready if this gets too bad.]

Of course it has come to this.

[ they need no weapon but their fist... and also this knife that is attached to snoopy, but mainly their fist.

they will hang around wis though, since she's injured. ]

[ thankfully, jiaoqiu does have weed in his pocket, so he just hands it to her. it seems like those wacky physics are still in play even in this dimension? wild. she'll probably be able to stand, at least.

the gate keeps getting pounded against - there's snarling coming from the other side, and basilio moves to stand next to saber, glancing down at them with a little grin. ]

Sort of exciting, yeah? It's a good way to get to know someone, fighting side by side.

[ jiaoqiu, on the other hand, is stubbornly going to try and move wis'adel away from the gate so that she doesn't get smushed. he can't really fight, he's not good at it. but he can try and support, as he always does.

the gate is about to burst. but first, before it does - there's something in the air. something that stirs up your anxiety, that stirs up your worst fears. what are those fears? your fears, not barbarilla's, not kung fury's - what are you terrified of, under the surface? ]

Fine, fine--!

[mmm delicious helpful weed. she'll allow jq to pull her out of range more, but she won't stop keeping the gun at the ready; she fully intends to fight.

under the surface, though, under this au-- well, wiš'adel just worked through her most pressing of fears recently, but that doesn't mean all of them are gone. it's not one she really thinks of or recognizes, given that she's rarely had to face the prospect and has never exactly feared death... or at least, not the types of death she expects. a fear she's never considered is that she just might live long enough for her oripathy to kill her before the battlefield does.]

[ it is losing their mentor of course...

well, if only. for them, all they can think of is a woman standing in a boat as she plunges into the waves. they think about reaching out for a hand that will never grab theirs back. and how there will never be another hand that will do that again.

...

anyway how's the gate going ]

[ the gate cracks open! and six borisin crash out from the rubble, letting out horrific roars. they fan out in a formation, but you can sort of see that they're already losing that even two seconds into the fight. there's something wild about them, something lost to rage, as they stomp their feet and salivate in your direction.

jiaoqiu says, sharply: ] Cover your mouths and noses, the lupitoxin --

[ as basilio shouts: ] Okay everybody, we've got this!

[ and he rushes the borisin with his giant fuck-off axe, grinning wildly in response. the borisin throw themselves at you - one immediately snaps in wis'adel's direction, attempting to take a bite out of her arm. another two ram themselves into basilio as he makes it over, which gets them an axe swing in return. and yet another one rushes saber, eyes bright and manic as it slashes a claw out at them as a feint before full on tackling them to the ground.

the last one goes for jiaoqiu, who yelps as one of the borisin chomps at him and misses terribly.

i'm not going to make you guys roll to fight these things if you don't want, you can just tell me what you do to them, but if you do want to roll, throw in your dice numbers into your tags! ]

[jq, buddy, she already has so little fabric. there's nothing to cover her face with. that'll be fine!!

when the borisin snaps at her, she snarls back at it and aims to whack it hard in the face with her gun before firing-- mostly trying to throw it off or disorient it, get it to hold still so she can fill it with bullets.]

[ yippee

well, since saber has super strength, they are genuinely just going to try to rip this thing's arms off.

yeah. ]

[ jesus christ okay

wis'adel shoots at the borisin snapping and snarling at her - it took some initial damage from the pistol whip, but the real pain comes from the bullet between the eyes. it squeals and scrabbles away from her, but not before leaving claw marks deep across her torso and arm as it's trying to move. it also did manage to bite her, with a crunchy sound that makes your teeth rattle in your head. might have gotten down to the bone...

on saber's side, they really do just fucking yank the arms off this thing. it's comical how they come off, it's like dismantling a mr. potato head doll. blood sprays everywhere all over the both of you as you twirl these arms like sick nunchaku at the other borisin.

it's just that like, when you do this - you seem to have ripped the arms off that woman - you watched as she threw herself to the waves. she's here now, where the borisin was. she drops down to her knees, staring up at you as she bleeds. how could you do this?

the other borisin are being taken care of by jiaoqiu and basilio, for now - though jiaoqiu is bleeding from a head wound, and basilio... well, he's doing pretty okay! he's got a big fucking axe, so he's bleeding a little but otherwise he's doing fine, slashing away. ]

Ugh, shit--

[if even a round between the eyes didn't kill it, these creatures are pretty fucking resilient... she fires a second time, a third, then turns her attention to the one that's after jiaoqiu, shooting at it. you leave that fox alone.]

[ ...

sorry saber is going to waste a tag round because they're just staring in horror at this woman, before shakily dropping to their knees to see if they can stop the bleeding. ]

H... hold on.

[ that's fair, we'll get to saber in a second

borisin are wildly resistant - they're under some sort of rage that keeps them coming back for more. this thing that wis'adel shot rises up, and for a second, it looks familiar. it looks like a man, it looks like a blonde haired man with a sun brand in the middle of his forehead. and then it's not him, it's the borisin again, twitching as it bleeds to death from bullet wounds.

there's a crackling sound coming from her arm. right around where the black crystals along her skin are.

as for the bullet that goes to the borisin trying to eat jiaoqiu, it does manage to knock it off and away, and jiaoqiu scrambles away to hide behind wis'adel as the remaining four borisin start to corner both basilio and wis'adel, growling.

now, for saber. for you - the woman doesn't seem able to talk very well. she coughs, blood splattering across the concrete, and she leans forward, like maybe she was going to try and hug them. she can't, of course, but she collapses against their chest, shuddering as they try to stop the bleeding.

there's not really much to do. she's dying, slowly. ]

[the man's familiar, but-- who? why would she know this guy-

it throws her off for a second anyway, her bitten arm throbbing as she stares at the dying borisin, that odd crackling in her ears.

she ignores it for now. it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, this fox (jiaoqiu? is that what the other guy called him?) is behind her for protection, and she's not about to let these things get the best of her.

she's always been good at just doing what needs to get done, anyway, at just continuing to fire.]

I'm sorry.

[ there's a pause, and saber will just take the knife from snoopy so they can finish the job. if it's too late to save her, the least they can do is end her suffering.

but okay. a deep breath, and they will turn their attention back to what everyone else is doing unless something crazy happens that stops them from doing this, i guess, ]

[ she ignores it for now, but it's not going to let her ignore it. because as she's shooting, she can see that black crystal crawling up her arm. slowly, but it is doing it, cracking and growing, overtaking skin.

she's always been pretty good at shooting! between her and basilio's axe, they can make short work of the remaining ones - bas seems like he's having a great time, shouting as he beats the absolute snot out of the creatures. there's only one left by the time that saber turns back to the lot of them.

snoopy solemnly hands over the knife. it's too late - it's always just a little too late. they can finish the job easily enough. all it takes is a slice across the throat, and then she's gone, the light in her eyes vanishing as she gurgles, and goes still. the betrayal never quite leaves her expression.

but - there's only one left. what will you do to this last borisin? ]

[she WAS having a good time until this shit started happening to her! fuck! at least SOMEONE still gets to fucking enjoy it.

she stares at the crystal overtaking her arm, not fully comprehending what it is, and in the midst of all of this incomprehensible shit-- she curses angrily under her breath and just unloads into the last borisin.]

[ well time to repress that!!!

saber will just jog over to wis'adel's side to join her, not joining in to attack the borisin mainly because they can only do close ranged combat and they do not want to get shot. ]

[ while they're over there, jiaoqiu will check saber over for wounds in a sort of fussy manner.

with one last full blast of machine gun ammo, the borisin drops in a heap, sluggish and slugged. you can both now see that it's also got that weird black crystal all over it. what the fuck! weird! you can also see that it's completely covering most of this thing's body, and that it seems to have even crept inside the damn thing, judging by what you can see of the inside of this thing's lolled open mouth.

the crystals crackle, but it's slow. there's no danger... yet. ]

The bloody hell is that? [ basilio asks, nudging it with his axe. ] Ain't like nothing I ever seen...

[ jiaoqiu scowls. ] Don't touch it. Whatever it is, it isn't...

[ he glances at wis'adel, and then shifts, pulling his sleeves down a little further. ]

We should go. We have to find a portal for you two, hm? And report to General Feixiao about what happened here. Are you alright? Can you walk?

[she shifts so they can't so easily see the crystal that's spread on her arm, rubbing at it briefly. the bite hurts, her other arm hurts, her leg still hurts, but-- she's up. she's good, for now.]

...yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about me.

[ well, saber isn't as injured as SOME PEOPLE!!!! are so at least our furry doctor won't have to fuss too hard.

saber peers down at the creature before glancing at wis. they don't want to hover too much over her when she's already being tended to. ]

... right. Let's go quickly, before we are attacked again. We really appreciate your help.

[ they aren't as injured yet.

anyway, jiaoqiu gives them both a skeptical look, but it's okay - the gate is now open, and they can start to move across the weird platforms and stations of the xianzhou ship. there aren't any people out here still, so it's quiet and uncomfortable, the silence ringing in your ears.

basilio keeps itching at a certain spot on his arm, every so often, twitchy. jiaoqiu keeps glancing at him, ears pinned back. but, eventually, basilio speaks up. ]

Hey, so you said Hell, right? What did y'mean, Hell? Literal, like? With portals and whatnot?

Yeah, we needed to go fight a demon there? Sooo we're still gonna need to get to Hell somehow.

[she shrugs, casual. it's fine, it's fine, everything is... fine.]

What're you so itchy for?

[ they frown... does bas have fleas

sadly they don't think this ]

Huh? Oh, nothin'. It's just dried blood, probly.

[ he sounds cheerful enough. jiaoqiu glances at him, but picks up the thread of the conversation: ]

We may have something that you can use to contact someone to pick you up. Would you mind us taking you to our base of operations? You can take a moment to eat something and we'll get you set up with the device. I'm not sure it will lead you to... Hell. But something is better than nothing.

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cw: dismemberment

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