( ooc: feel free to switch to action brackets, i'm just starting off in prose! )
He could feel the general setup of the city by now, the circular structure where the outside edges were collapsing faster, while the centre itself was holding firm. More importantly, the people here were people, and by their nature in sheer numbers largely strangers. Strangers who did and didn't see through the illusion, but who certainly were trapped; and the weird monstrous creatures of changing form who may or may not be real, but seemed to source from the things which were real. After all, the illusion animals had disappeared, and it was the real ones who ran about once their illusionary cages started breaking down.
Extracting people out while fighting monsters was more like an ongoing night hunt that didn't have the courtesy to knock it off for a day or so; then again, maybe 'missions' were missing that logic, too. It'd be his life.
He has his SCA with him, and he's in his robes—splattered with blood, most not his own, but it's rather conspicuous on white. Notably absent is his qiankun pouch, or his sword. While illusion-reality has been steadily falling apart, it's left him using himself as his best weapon.
One might have thought that meant he'd be fighting more as the larger, better naturally equipped dragon, but it was the opposite. For one, people responded poorly to seeing one more large creature fighting, and for another, he wasn't a beast. Which was why, as he had to haul two young teenagers out of the inbetween and into the city centre section, he was also fending off an attack from what might well be a squid's worst meeting with a bear. Also some kind of bird, if the tufts of feathers are anything to go by.
Shoving the kids in the direction of one of the standing buildings, he twists around just as a tentacle lashes out and wraps around his arm.
"Seriously?! Can we cut out with the tentacles already!?" Close to shouting as the creature tries dragging him in, Jingyi moves with its momentum, slamming into the squid-bear-bird and bringing a knee up to... incapacitate it. Permanently.
Then stand there, tired and with a look of disgust on his face as he pried the tentacle still wrapped around his arm off, stepping out of the mess he'd made wearing even more on his robes, and ignoring the blood dripping down his arm from the tears the hooks within the tentacle's sucker left on his arm, through the layered fabric of his robes. They were not bearing up all that well under the ongoing onslaught, and as he continues to grimace and also wave on the two teens who'd stopped to look back at him with mixed expressions on their faces, he wanted a bath so badly. How did that even work here? Now that he could see the shapes beyond the illusion, everything was... weird. Was he missing the train for once?
Now that was a horrifying concept.
"Get inside, huh? I'm not here to chase down every monster, you know? Tsk."
for ryo | cw: for blood, blood, injury style
He could feel the general setup of the city by now, the circular structure where the outside edges were collapsing faster, while the centre itself was holding firm. More importantly, the people here were people, and by their nature in sheer numbers largely strangers. Strangers who did and didn't see through the illusion, but who certainly were trapped; and the weird monstrous creatures of changing form who may or may not be real, but seemed to source from the things which were real. After all, the illusion animals had disappeared, and it was the real ones who ran about once their illusionary cages started breaking down.
Extracting people out while fighting monsters was more like an ongoing night hunt that didn't have the courtesy to knock it off for a day or so; then again, maybe 'missions' were missing that logic, too. It'd be his life.
He has his SCA with him, and he's in his robes—splattered with blood, most not his own, but it's rather conspicuous on white. Notably absent is his qiankun pouch, or his sword. While illusion-reality has been steadily falling apart, it's left him using himself as his best weapon.
One might have thought that meant he'd be fighting more as the larger, better naturally equipped dragon, but it was the opposite. For one, people responded poorly to seeing one more large creature fighting, and for another, he wasn't a beast. Which was why, as he had to haul two young teenagers out of the inbetween and into the city centre section, he was also fending off an attack from what might well be a squid's worst meeting with a bear. Also some kind of bird, if the tufts of feathers are anything to go by.
Shoving the kids in the direction of one of the standing buildings, he twists around just as a tentacle lashes out and wraps around his arm.
"Seriously?! Can we cut out with the tentacles already!?" Close to shouting as the creature tries dragging him in, Jingyi moves with its momentum, slamming into the squid-bear-bird and bringing a knee up to... incapacitate it. Permanently.
Then stand there, tired and with a look of disgust on his face as he pried the tentacle still wrapped around his arm off, stepping out of the mess he'd made wearing even more on his robes, and ignoring the blood dripping down his arm from the tears the hooks within the tentacle's sucker left on his arm, through the layered fabric of his robes. They were not bearing up all that well under the ongoing onslaught, and as he continues to grimace and also wave on the two teens who'd stopped to look back at him with mixed expressions on their faces, he wanted a bath so badly. How did that even work here? Now that he could see the shapes beyond the illusion, everything was... weird. Was he missing the train for once?
Now that was a horrifying concept.
"Get inside, huh? I'm not here to chase down every monster, you know? Tsk."