Thuumal Xevshe
Wonderer
Post #5
Objective: #2
Location: In/Around the City of Kafez
Allies: [member="Chedi Iqari"]
Others Nearby: @Thal | @Alm
[SIZE=10.5pt]The moments following the bird's near-attack passed rapidly. Xevshe felt himself going through the motions of getting up from the ground and following Chedi into the city. Curiously, he didn't feel... present. As if his consciousness had detached from his body, he watched himself going into the city, and killing. Not senselessly or without purpose, no, to free those who current lived in a nightmare that up until just a few weeks ago he had shared with them. Beneath his cloak, shielded from view, the color of his scared, leathery skin shifted from green to yellow, then from yellow to orange and finally deep red. While the rest of his skin remained green, his old wounds glowed with the warmth of controlled anger and ached with the desire to bring justice to those who would enslave the innocents of the town.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Xevshe felt unable to control himself, his perspective floating gently above his body. He tried to center himself, to regain agency, but he felt much like a drowning swimmer who was being battered against rocks and thrashed by an onslaught of ocean waves. Time moved with an abnormal pace. He felt as if time were a dream that his mind wanted to wake up from, but his body was condemned to act in regardless of his mind's desires. It was as if the path of time were fixed, yet fluid. He felt that time had volume; it was a place, rather than a construct. With enough effort, he felt as though he might be able to break free of its flow, or to at least let his mind float freely independent from his body that was being dragged along the currents of reality. He needed to find a way to walk these dreams. However, try as he might, he was unable to gain control and he drifted into a deep, waking-sleep. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Though he would not remember it, the falleen charged into the city, firing his rifle from the hip at a group of slavers. In the commotion, the slavers were caught flat-footed and Xevshe gunned down a pair of them before the others would dive to the ground to avoid further blasts of burning plasma. One of the slavers screamed as the blasts ripped through him. As he closed in on the group, he fired at the prone slavers mercilessly. His coup de grace came swiftly, albeit less than gracefully. Somehow, he had managed not to kill any slaves or friendly targets despite the carelessness of his wild firing. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]When he came to, he stood bloodied amongst a circle of dead slavers. He was superficially wounded, at least, he hoped it was superficial. It was hard to tell because it was hard enough to remember who he was and where he was. He dropped to his knees in exhaustion and frantically looked for Chedi. Xevshe let the rifle slip from his hands onto the ground. He rubbed his forehead anxiously as he attempted to make sense of what had just happened. [/SIZE]
Objective: #2
Location: In/Around the City of Kafez
Allies: [member="Chedi Iqari"]
Others Nearby: @Thal | @Alm
[SIZE=10.5pt]The moments following the bird's near-attack passed rapidly. Xevshe felt himself going through the motions of getting up from the ground and following Chedi into the city. Curiously, he didn't feel... present. As if his consciousness had detached from his body, he watched himself going into the city, and killing. Not senselessly or without purpose, no, to free those who current lived in a nightmare that up until just a few weeks ago he had shared with them. Beneath his cloak, shielded from view, the color of his scared, leathery skin shifted from green to yellow, then from yellow to orange and finally deep red. While the rest of his skin remained green, his old wounds glowed with the warmth of controlled anger and ached with the desire to bring justice to those who would enslave the innocents of the town.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Xevshe felt unable to control himself, his perspective floating gently above his body. He tried to center himself, to regain agency, but he felt much like a drowning swimmer who was being battered against rocks and thrashed by an onslaught of ocean waves. Time moved with an abnormal pace. He felt as if time were a dream that his mind wanted to wake up from, but his body was condemned to act in regardless of his mind's desires. It was as if the path of time were fixed, yet fluid. He felt that time had volume; it was a place, rather than a construct. With enough effort, he felt as though he might be able to break free of its flow, or to at least let his mind float freely independent from his body that was being dragged along the currents of reality. He needed to find a way to walk these dreams. However, try as he might, he was unable to gain control and he drifted into a deep, waking-sleep. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Though he would not remember it, the falleen charged into the city, firing his rifle from the hip at a group of slavers. In the commotion, the slavers were caught flat-footed and Xevshe gunned down a pair of them before the others would dive to the ground to avoid further blasts of burning plasma. One of the slavers screamed as the blasts ripped through him. As he closed in on the group, he fired at the prone slavers mercilessly. His coup de grace came swiftly, albeit less than gracefully. Somehow, he had managed not to kill any slaves or friendly targets despite the carelessness of his wild firing. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]When he came to, he stood bloodied amongst a circle of dead slavers. He was superficially wounded, at least, he hoped it was superficial. It was hard to tell because it was hard enough to remember who he was and where he was. He dropped to his knees in exhaustion and frantically looked for Chedi. Xevshe let the rifle slip from his hands onto the ground. He rubbed his forehead anxiously as he attempted to make sense of what had just happened. [/SIZE]