Fuckin' Aliens

GHOST: Cross 'jailbreak' off your to-do list.

side note: quotations with the < & > around them mean its in alternian, and thats only in ghost's chapters because shes the only one of our human protagonists that knows alternian right now lmfao

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You wake up abruptly to the feeling of dread and regret coursing through your system.
Your first thoughts are of your tempmates;
Are they safe? Did they succeed? Did they get their asses in jail again? Are they mad at you?
You sit up and run your hand through your hair, your glove retrieving leaves and dirt in the progress by accident.

You see hundreds of trolls piled up in the distance (you only know they're trolls because of their horns), but you didn't know why.
Then you started feeling anger, dread, and regret come from your tempmarks. Anger from Hayden's, dread and regret from Bruna's.
     You then glance at your arm to see it blackened, the black fading at the end of your bicep and the start of your shoulder.
That would've meant soulmarks came in, but since you're aromantic, you want nothing to with romance as if right now. The black will wear off if you ever have a crush on your so called 'soulmate' but right now you want nothing to do with them. The black represents the fact you don't want a soulmate as if currently. It would've freaked anyone out if the person that it happened to wasn't you, unless the person didn't give a shit.

Your name is GHOSTXIOUS MAKRAW, and you're about to embark on a mission to break your friends out of Her Imperious Condescension's huge fucking alien ship powered by goldbloods with powerful psionics.
You honestly hate the living shit out of the Condesce. Platonic fucking hate. You don't want to get lectured by any troll about any quadrants any time soon.

You shuffle up and stand, pick up your katana (and accidentally cutting yourself with it), then pick up running. You need to go get these fucking assholes, you just know it. It's a gut feeling.
Your head brings-up vivid mental images of your friends bleeding out, crying for help, and it just fuels you more.
    What you forgot to mention to your friends is that you're a ghost; but news-flash, you're not fully dead. You would say half-dead, but that opens up confusion in everyone. You're translucent, it's clear as day there's something up with you, but people just either A: don't know it or B: don't mention it to be polite.
You can fly, you can phase through things, and you can go invisible, but there's a catch; you're allergic to water. And it's really fucking severe. You start burning and/or melting whenever you touch water, like the Wicked Witch of the West. If you fully succumb to the water, you no longer fucking exist. You only know because you once had your hand in water for too long and it was non-existent for 2 days.
    You would start flying to get there A: faster and B: easier, but someone could see you and you'll get murdered by a troll instantly, and you're not suicidal so you don't.
You keep running, scraping your katana carelessly against the muddy ground because you're using all of your energy on keeping up your legs to run.

After a while you give up. Fuck it, you'll phase through the troll and weapon if you have to.
You pick up flight, and now the ride there is quicker. However, you ran so far earlier it's still probably going to take hours to get back. You hate aliens sometimes, even though you're technically one yourself. You hate yourself sometimes. Again, platonically, you aren't interested in kismesissitude at all, and especially not towards yourself.
You pass by fields of trees and grass, your sword scraping a line in the dirt that'll probably patch up later. You don't think much of it.
You slowly but surely get closer and closer to the group of hundreds of trolls. You hear Alternian cheering, and soon you hear something that hits the "oh no motherfucking HELL no" bar that makes your stomach explode with anger and dread.

<"CULL THE HUMANS! CULL THEM!"> A troll shouts enthusiastically.

Your eyes would've gone red if they weren't already that color. Your stomach churned, and you realized;
holy fuck they're gonna execute your friends
Your flight speed picks up because you can't waste anymore time. You can't let this happen, you won't let it happen.
You then bump into a troll, who seemingly didn't know you were there. You stumble to the floor, scooting back quietly.