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(I just googled it; psychical is indeed a real word, Chris.

I also agree with Silent. Your character does seem OP. If you want my advice I would add a limitation or drawback to his mind manipulation; something along those lines just to reel his abilities in a little bit.)

(Yes. We can't just have a flying god of hyperdeath angel/demon thing mind controlling everyone and kicking everyone's ass, now can we? Feeling guilty for kicking everyone's ass isn't a good enough drawback. It wouldn't stop him from being able to kick everyone's ass. Temporary injuries doesn't do much in the way of stopping him either. All he'd have to do is fly away until the wounds are gone and then go back to business. Some rebalancing would be appreciated.)

 

"They are the beings that created this world. Your purpose is to protect humanity, yes? Well, they haven't exactly been doing us any favors. Dragging people here and using them as puppets in this sick play..." Tiresias spat on the ground. "... It's going to get much worse for everybody soon. That is what I'm trying to stop."

 

The illustrator gazed down at the injury, and chuckled. "Nothin' to it." A shadowy hand burst from the ground and grasped onto Judas's wound. It sent the blazing sensation of pain running up his arm, which was followed by a rush of relief as the wound began to heal.

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It was the same old song and dance. No one seemed to notice or particularly care about Vilsig's presence. That was, until a very... generic ordinary looking man approached him, blatant distrust apparent in his expression. "Who... Are you."

The man shook his head, resignedly. "It doesn't seem to be any different from where you came from. People have looked for another one of those portals, or some... eh... Things, but no dice. We're all trying to figure out a way to move on from here."

Judas groaned in pain that shot up his arm, but sighed in relief once it was gone, and his hand returned to "normal"(If you could indeed consider sickly, dry skin with numerous boils and blisters all over it normal)

"Thank you." Judas nodded before standing up. "Now, we need to figure out what we're going to do. I say we try to follow Tiresias. The old man promised us a way out, and if he thinks he can abandon us to rolick through this weald like a carefree nymph, he is sorely mistaken.

"We follow the direction we saw him leave, until we find him. I saw a camp when I followed him, with a girl and mechanised abomination. If we work together, you shall find your way home."

(Alright Kate, just don't do anything suspicious that's probably not going to help convince the skeptical robot to go in the portal.)

 

Kate loosely grabbed onto Sirus' robotic arm with a pale hand. She looked to be in a daze; her eyes were unfocused and empty. "Please... He's... He's in there... He's in there..." She weakly tugged at him, trying to move towards the portal.

 

(Oh dear, I don't think that helped...)

"Sure thing. C'mon." The man led Vilsig to the center of the town, then turned around. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about this place, would you?" Hope shimmered in his gaze.

 

Tiresias nodded. "I'd love to keep chatting, but Kate is right. Vilsig is going to find himself in trouble if we don't get there soon."

 

Alex frowned. "He could be anywhere by now..." He still recalled what the old man had said before leaving. "Don't you think it might be a bad idea to follow him after what he said? Maybe he really was putting us in danger..." The Illustrator made no response, remaining quiet.

Sirus looked over at Kate, his eye-light turning a sad shade of blue. His conscience was telling him to stay away, but his programming seemed to be screaming the opposite.

 

"Alright.....fine. We'll go. Miss, you should stick close to me. It's very likely that things are going to get ugly on the other side of this rift. If we should happen to get separated, at least make sure you hold onto this."

 

Sirus took out a small green crystal and handed it to Kate.

 

"It'll make finding you a lot easier."

The man nodded, resignedly. "Alright... That's okay." He perked up slightly. "Oh, where are my manners. Are you hungry?" He reached into some unseen pouch within his clothing... and pulled out a rabbit-kebab.

 

Tiresias stepped through the portal, unfazed as he was sent through the swirling nether. After a few potentially nauseating moments, the group found themselves in the same forest Vilsig had found himself just moments before.

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