Izurich
Yankee
Eventua
AlteredTundraAsa, Zimmy, and Non-Boyfriend Character
@ML@Vietmyke
After a few minutes of dry heaving and triple-checking Roland’s breathing, Zimmy’s adrenaline started to fade, and the pain started to set in. It was pretty bad, she realized. Cracked rib for sure, a man down, and stage one mistburn. She’d survived the explosion, sure, but what now?
She licked her lips. Dry from the wind. “Help,” she shouted, except it was a whisper, because her voice was hoarse from screaming before. She cleared her throat, braced herself for the pain, and screeched again: “Anyone!” It came out blurred, and the word tore at her throat. Coughs wracked her body.
Asa had already started her sweep of the area on Galahad’s order. Her sight glanced between stray debris from the wreckage, to unrecognizable bodies that had already been marked “untouchable” by the Barghest de facto leader. Such a waste, but nonetheless, her scouting would continue- dashing quickly from location to location with mist streaming through her legs.
A knife would slowly reveal itself from her mist pocket, the silvery bejeweled blade flying out and sticking into a standing petrified tree. The blade would flash a brilliant red hue and suddenly she was gone, appearing at the knife’s location and supporting her weight as she stood on top of it. With the higher point of view she absorbed the full grandeur of the wreckage and what was strewn across the hot zone it laid within. She scanned the scene carefully- taking note of anything that would stand out among the smoke, rubble, and pieces of enemy airship. And then something caught her eye, a vaguely familiar silhouette at the rearmost end of the wreckage. “There’s no fucking way.” Her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes squinted, it was too far to confirm from her current position. So, she loosed a second blade from her pocket- the silvery knife launched at a blurring speed before landing a short distance from the target and those around them.
There was a hiss to her left. That was all the warning Zimmy got before a dark-haired woman popped out of the aether beside her.
It was Asa. Zimmy had thought she was out of emotion for the day, but her heart leapt into her throat. Asa, the teleporting firecrack. Asa, who had once stolen for Zimmy a bottle of Silver Glory--their Shine brand, not the crappy shit--just because the older woman had been having a tough day.
“I’m hallucinating.” She mumbled, even as she fought to keep tears out of her eyes. “There’s no way.”
“Maybe, there’s plenty a’reasons to hallucinate at a time like this.” Asa quipped back as she plucked the knife from the soil and gave the blade a few twirls between her digits. What should have been a heartfelt reunion was instead met with an aura of tension.
“Before we start getting starry-eyed and reminisce over the time lost— who’s the stretch?” The blade in her was lightly gripped within her small hand and pointed out towards the other person in their current company.
Pretty convincing hallucination. Even had Asa’s voice. It...probably wasn’t a hallucination, Zimmy admitted. But then: “Asa, what the fuck are you doing here?” her voice came out in a rasp, and she coughed again. This time, something tangy hit her tongue. Blood, or sweat?
“Vacation along the countryside before we graduate- figured we may as well have fun before we get shipped off to die.” Asa’s tone shifted a bit as the seriousness in her voice loosened, just a bit.
“Honestly, I’m more excited t’ head home and see the folks. The ol’ geezer hasn’t seen my face in a few years — I’m getting sidetracked.” The blade flipped in Asa’s hand, now she clutched the blade lightly and brought the handle to bop herself on the forehead once before uttering something silently.
“Enough with the small talk, who’s the corpse?” The blade that was wedged into the petrified plucked itself free and in a flash came to land right next to Asa’s right boot.
“He’s not fucking dead!” Zimmy snapped, wincing at the pain. Could Zimmy blame Asa for being standoffish? After disappearing for months, and reuniting like this… “His name’s...Roland.” Her breathing was labored, but she fought through it. “He was my...my guard.” she focused on getting out short sentences.
“I was...a prisoner. Captain Aine Anders was a prisoner. Other WARDEN too. Don’t know who survived. He saved my life. I saved hi--” another wracking cough. When she recovered, Zimmy mumbled. “Mistburned. Cracked rib, maybe worse. Don’t kill him, you dumbass.”
A hum breathed out from the Aporian girl’s glossy lips. Her golden-brown eyes peeled themselves from the former comrade and to the enemy on the ground. Asa dwelled on the situation, for a good chunk of time- a long two or three minutes of weighing the options out mentally. Why wasn’t anyone else here for this- she wasn’t the brains of Barghest.
“Fuck it, I am a dumbass. Can you stand? Can you walk? Zak and Ray should be doing their rounds for survivors, anybody else worth— saving— that I should know about?” Her free hand reached itself up to her head and ran fingers loosely through the raven locks of hair. The golden sights rolled, this was too much for her and now it was time just go with the flow.
“Zak and Ray?” Zimmy’s breath caught again. Those fuckers were still kicking, then. Papa bear and mister two names. It all felt so outlandish. A burning skyship, and her family just happened to be in the vicinity?
Focus. “Is Galahad still pretending to be in charge or whatever?” she said.
“Everyone’s still around— except you. Babe, I’m sure you’re in shock right now, but I’m going to need you to answer my questions before we get you out of here.” Asa was always like this when it came to business, she just wanted to be relaxing in the back of the truck again, developing a darkening bruise on her ass.
“I mean,” Zimmy chuckled, the fog clearing just a bit. Asa was business, so she could be business too. “I was going to say: ping him. My Aegis went down a while ago, and I’ve been manacled for most of that time.”
She cleared her throat. “I can walk. Roland is out. I’m not leaving him. Tell Galahad and the others to look out for the Vangar crown princess. Colette Van Skymning was on the ship.” She smirked, not quite feeling it in her heart yet. “Don’t kill her either. I think she might be one of the good ones.”
The pain came again. “You got anything for pain, Ace?” Her will was failing--fuck her ribs hurt.
“Good ones ‘eh?” Asa shook her head before waving her hand past her right ear for a moment, a mental cue to focus on using the communicative aspect of her Aegis.
“Yo— Captain Boring Pants, I’ve got an update on recon. One and a half possible survivors, one of which is a familiar face- the other is an expendable. What’s the order?”
”Familiar? Care to clarify? I thought you were good with details.” came back the equally snarked reply.
“Familiar, like a relative you haven’t seen in a few years. I’ve never been good at details, that’s why I— nevermind, it’s Zimmy, and her hostile boyfriend. Actually, I doubt it’s her boyfriend but I didn’t care to remember the details about an enemy who is incapacitated.” It was very in Asa’s character to spew drawn out sentences, with little to no information.
”Zimmy? Alive? Are you sure you’re not hallucinating on Mist?” for once Galahad sounded surprised, though his voice quickly shifted back to its usual skepticism.
“You know, I asked myself the same thing. But it’s them— in the flesh. They’re a bit shaken up from the crash, said something about the princess being here too. I probably should have started with that, huh?”
Asa could almost feel Galahad’s eyes rolling from a hundred yards away, ”Yeah, probably. Alright, bring it in, I’ll let the others know too. ”
“Okie-doke, I’ll keep an eye out for anything else interesting. Heading back towards your location now.” Asa’s hand returned to her side and her sights shifted back to the shellshocked former-comrade and the unconscious man on the floor.
“Looks like we get to have our happy reunion, and you get to bring your boyfriend. Maybe dad will even approve of him, who knows?” Asa flashed a venomous grin at Zimmy before shaking the notion off entirely.
“If I survive this,” Zimmy mumbled, “I’m going to drop you out of the sky.” She shook her head, clearing what cobwebs she could from her mind. “Okay. What’s the plan? I’m kind of out of play here unless someone can patch me up. They took my gun, too.”
“We’ll take the quick route, Mata Express. I’ll be useless afterwards- but that’ll be Gal’s problem when we get there.” Asa’s words were nonchalant, rolling out with little weight of importance. Galahad was the responsible one, so if this ended poorly, it was on his head!
The firecracker of Barghest looked off towards her starting position beyond the horizon, her pupils widening as she strained her vision to increase the working distance of her sight. She wasn't the greatest at sensing mist, likely because of her stubborn-boorish-bitchy nature, but she was a scout for a reason! Asa approximated a good location for the three to be transported and extended her right arm with a pointed index finger. In the blink of an eye three of her knives launched out, loosing themselves from her mistpocket and stuck into large chunk of airship in the distance. Doing the whole trip in a single jump would be too taxing, two-or-three would need to suffice. Her posture loosened, relaxed, and she casually strolled on over to the unconscious Roland fellow, and good ol' Zimmy. She gripped her former compatriot's clothing with her left hand, clenching hard- but not aggressively, and then bent down- likely taking Zimmy down with her to grab the enemy soldier. Asa took a deep breath and closed her eyes, this would either make her life easier- or much worse.
