Lights Out [INVITE] Jan 20, 2017 4:26:37 GMT
Post by Chai on Jan 20, 2017 4:26:37 GMT
GAIN BONUS: Heavy Weights (+75% PL)
CELESTIAL EVENT: None
CURRENT POWER LEVEL:
- Chai: 11,339 PL (-75% Heavy Weights)
- Guardia: 100,000 PL
GAIN BONUS: Heavy Weights (+75% PL)
CELESTIAL EVENT: None
OOC NOTES: This thread is open to four people to avoid overcrowding, excluding myself. Please excuse my slow and semi-crappy posts while I get back into the swing of things. This takes place after a WIP thread where Chai meets Guardia's friends from Hell.<< Previous Thread
The first thing Chai wanted to do was scream. Flat on his back, everything just seemed to ache and yearn for repair. His single eye slowly fluttering open, the goat would roll his head to the side and look to the side. All the trees were tightly-knit, just one strand in a massive web of life. Most lacked any leaves, as the winter winds had stripped them clean off months ago. Several small pine trees brushed against the lower forest, and Chai could make out the sound of trickling water. The night sky above was barely visible through the dense fog surrounding the forest, but Chai could make out some sheathed starts glimmering above. It was quite beautiful, actually.
Except this meant he had been out cold for a good six hours now.
Chai could recall coming here when the sun was still high in the air. And where the heck was Guardia...? Wow. He and Guardia had a real bad habit of passing out and getting separated, it seemed. Yet, something felt very wrong about this. Chai couldn't seem to recall what though. Sitting up and grabbing his head, Chai ran a hand down his pearly white like horns. His head hurt, and there was a strange ringing in his ever so sensitive ears. Was there an accident? An explosion of the sort. He remembered hearing Guardia yelling. Putting a hand on his waist, Chai found Guardia's scabbard to be gone as well... There was an explosion of sorts, and everyone was separated? That seemed to be the logical conclusion. But it seemed hours had past, and nobody had woken Chai up... It felt strange to go anywhere without Guardia in his sheath, but Chai had to find his sword and Guardia's many friends.
Where was everyone?
Standing up on shaky legs, Chai looked around at the dense woods that seemed to eat away at the starlight above. He had to find Guardia's sheath first- it made the sword comfortable. Guardia didn't like going anywhere without it. Heck, maybe his blade buddy was still in there? A few nearby trees were splintered and broken at the base nearby, causing Chai to raise a brow. Looking for the scabbard felt somewhat normal, at least. For a moment, Chai felt as if everything was completely fine. Spotting the brown and silver sheath behind a log about ten feet away, the goat would trot over and pick up the long container, slipping it into it's rightful position on his belt. How it was thrown so far was beyond Chai's knowledge. Shaking his head, Chai pushed his sores and aches aside for now. After stretching a little, the goat concluded that he wasn't too hurt, just bruised a little. Walking alongside the river nearby, Chai didn't like what he saw next.
The forest looked like there was a bomb detonated in the center. Trees tilted to the side at first, but eventually fell flat as the goat ran down the river, quickly locking onto the close, yet distant energy signature of his partner. There seemed to be some logging equipment nearby as well. One load stacked onto a truck was overturned, the trailer bent and logs spread across the ground. Chai's head was still killing him, and he could barely hear a thing. Not the birds chirping, not the pitter patter of his footsteps... nothing. It made Chai wonder if he hit his head again when he was knocked out. It seemed to be best to do a quick brain check.
He was Chai Schala. Twenty-Seven years old. They were walking through the woods- Chai had encountered Guardia's clansmen awhile back. All of which were winged and colossal gargoyle-like demons who were even taller than Chai, and were incredibly eager to reunite with their long lost friend. It turned out when Guardia, the strongest of his clanmates, left Hell and got locked into his sword, several more demons managed to beat the gargoyle demons into submission to serve them. Luckily Chai was able to successfully defeat their captor, although Guardia took most of the spotlight during their scuffle. Chai offered to house and feed Guardia's many friends for a short while, and they were off to the Northern Lands to recoup and merrily chat. Obviously, that didn't seem to happen.
Okay- his brain worked. Good. It relieved the goat and made him fearful at the same time. SOMETHING was clearly not right here. Looking around at the logging site, Chai tried to piece together what the heck happened. Just about every piece of equipment around him was overturned or tilted, oddly enough. Inspecting the nearby overturned truck, Chai noted that the hood was completely blown off in the apparent explosion. A lunch box was still open on a nearby table. Guardia's energy signature was as strong as ever, but still. Was he knocked out too? A being as strong as Guardia getting conked out was concerning. And where were his clansmen? Why would they have left? Did they go to get help, or were they scared? The latter was unlikely- all of those demons were just as snarky, prideful, and confident as Guardia himself. Their absence was still concerning, though.
Where the hell was everyone?!
Shaking his head again and rubbing his forehead, Chai still could not get the ringing out of his ears? Opening his mouth, the goat let out a yell in hopes of calling his friends. "HEY!!! IS ANYONE HERE?! GUARDIA?! MINONUS?! SENTINIL?!" Chai shouted, cupping his paws around his mouth to amp up the volume. The only ones to answer were a few birds, who flew out of the nearby trees in response to the goat's holler. Sighing and slumping over, Chai forced his aching body forwards, heading towards the overturned truck and Guardia's distant energy. But before the goat from another world could take another step forward, his senses picked up another energy. Was it one of Guardia's clansmen? No-- this was different. Was there one signature? Two? Three? Chai was too achy and woozy to pinpoint it. Taking a few cautious steps back, the zoan could only grit his teeth and wait for the energy to approach. Some ki flaring from his palms, Chai could only hope this wouldn't result in a scuffle...