❝ I should have known – the moment I looked into your eyes, I should have known I would never win against you. ❞
NECROMISED — a highly selective and low activity portrayal of KAINE FERRON from ALCHEMISED by SENLINYU. MDNI .ᐟ.ᐟ mutually exclusive and multi-ship friendly. please read trigger and general warnings before interacting.
' you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. '
The dead end stretching out before him was, in many ways, a metaphor for his life. His hatred of the corrupt regime of his homeland had once been the reason his life had gone so completely off the rails. His talent for cold-bloodedness, strategy and manipulation was the reason his career had taken off so quickly — only in the wrong direction. The only way out: fleeing back into his old life, forward into worlds unknown to him, constantly pursued by the shadows of his past as the final reminder of the crimes he had committed in the name of the war between good and evil. The backdrop: footsteps on asphalt. Kaine’s heart, on the one hand weary of life, on the other beating so desperately fast that the sound almost drowned out everything around him. Darkness, the kind that shrouded the side streets in a veil of uncertainty and danger and his pursuers, hidden within that very darkness, their identity nothing more than a sinister assumption on his part.
The last remnants of his magic — his resonance — vibrated faintly in the air around him. Whatever world he had ended up in, he had strayed so far from the source of his powers that gathering enough energy for another jump between worlds required an immense effort of strength and concentration. From that strain and the exhaustion of the past few days came the carelessness that had so far failed to warn him of yet another pursuer. The look on the young man’s face mirrored what must have been written all over Kaine's own. Whoever or whatever he had seen had apparently inspired enough fear to make him run at the very limits of his physical ability. Fuck. As a sign of good faith in the context of his change of heart, he had actually intended to avoid collateral damage in this world.
Before he could form another clear thought, he felt the numbing resonance of his home world wash over him like a thick film of oil, dulling every sense, slowing the world and making any kind of action difficult. Unsure whether he alone could feel the oppressive foreign influence, he turned to the stranger, who was staring at him as if turned to stone. “They’re not after you,” Kaine forced out through clenched teeth and with considerable effort. Just a little longer, until he had gathered enough energy to disappear from here. Seconds maybe. “Are people here really that slow? That means you’re supposed to get out of here!”
But the lead he had built up over his pursuers was already nothing more than a drop in the ocean. Before the attackers even entered Kaine’s field of vision, they announced themselves in the form of obsidian daggers flying toward the two men. The lich — and thus the source of the attack, one of the Undying — and his two undead followers were just visible enough in the darkness that an untrained eye would have struggled to tell the difference between ordinary humans and an alchemist accompanied by two walking corpses. At the cost of a portion of the energy he would have needed to flee this version of the world, he just barely managed to induce a kind of stasis, slowing the projectiles. A gap — enough to transport himself and the, in his opinion useless though innocent, bystander through the tear in space and time he had created. Anywhere, since he had neither a second more nor a spark of resonance left to define an exact destination within this world. Unfortunately, in the moment his senses reached for the portal, he was aware of only two things: his energy had not been sufficient to carry both himself and the stranger into another world — his pursuers might still be on his heels — and the daggers he had tried to keep at bay had struck him. Unconsciousness welcomed him like an old friend.
“You didn’t have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point.” The voice tore him out of the only moment of peace he had had in weeks. The events of the last moments before he had lost consciousness returned to him in fragments, like flashes of lightning behind his eyes. He could identify the voice only by process of elimination and had he not been so occupied with assessing the state of his own body, he would have had to concentrate very hard not to stab the person opposite him on principle with one of the daggers lodged between his ribs.
“My point was that you should have run,” he began, wrapping his hands around the hilt of one of the daggers and slowly pulling it from his torso, his breath hitching, the pain sharp but bearable compared to the many hours of torture he had endured. “But you thought it was smarter not to fucking listen to me.”
` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.
𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :
➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me.
➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse.
➔ it's not that bad.
➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn.
➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me.
➔ i told you not to do that! now look!
➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead!
➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake.
➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise.
➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding.
➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch!
➔ there's so much blood.
➔ next time you want to play here , just don't.
➔ stop fighting me and let me help!
➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous.
➔ you could have died , what were you thinking?
➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off.
➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point.
➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.
𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :
[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured.
[ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound.
[ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure.
[ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands.
[ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding.
[ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt).
[ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building.
[ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help.
[ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
[ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes.
[ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face.
[ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury.
[ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.