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Who: The Special Extracurricular Execution Squad Mk II: Caim (undeify), Erielle (misdeify), Akihiko Sanada (boxes_shadows), Yosuke Hanamura (innerdiscofrog), Naoto Shirogane (ideating) and Angeal Hewley (divigate)
What: Sadako The mirror ghost is going down.
Where: Northernmost sector of town.
When: Soon after this and this.
Posting Order: Akihiko > Yosuke > Naoto > Angeal > Caim > Erielle or AS THE ( Read more... )
What: Sadako The mirror ghost is going down.
Where: Northernmost sector of town.
When: Soon after this and this.
Posting Order: Akihiko > Yosuke > Naoto > Angeal > Caim > Erielle or AS THE ( Read more... )
As of right now, though, they had more important things to do.
She barely even had the time to smile and incline her head for a small nod of acknowledgement (hi, hello, it's a pleasure rolled into one) before Caim told her to get ready. A split-second; that was all she ever needed. She watched him as he reached out for the mirror, as the spirit crawled right out, and -- that split-second couldn't have felt any longer than it did right there and then. Dai told her earlier, told her that she looked just like her very own mother, but it still wasn't enough to cushion the surprise. The way this caught her off-guard.
But she wouldn't let it detract her from what she had to do, so her own eyes narrowed, too. The incantations were already zipping across her heads, and formulating the words had never been any easier.
When the mirror shattered, everything happened in a blur.
One, she was holding on to Caim's arm, pulling him closer, dragging him back to safety, back to her just so he was close enough for the next move.
Two, the light that surrounded the both of them was so subtle you could have missed it.
Three, every other mirror around the area, around Nuadoria in general, started to break. Rapid succession; rata-tat-tat just like that, one after the other. "Stand back," was all she had to say before something was set up right in front of everyone else -- a barrier, plain and simple, to protect them from the explosion of glass pieces. It vanished just as soon as everything had calmed down, but now they had another issue to deal with. The spirit had been drawn out, didn't look too happy about it either, and that became even clearer when she dove after Naoto, ready to claw her eyes out.
Spirits like her were known for one thing, really: they hold grudges.
She never forgot the way you shot her first.
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But if Akihiko didn't know what he was doing, Caesar did. His Persona was every measure the confidence and authority needed, to have his fingers find the grip of the Evoker and slip it with familiar ease from its holster.
Even amidst the shrill cymbal crash of sound in his ears, as the glass rained down on all sides of them, his vision picked out the movement of that creature into substance. He saw the long nails of her hands, death-pale, reaching, the younger Shirogane direct in her sights (look away from the eyes), and Caesar knew no hesitation. The warm barrel found his temple and a finger found the trigger.
The Evoker was not a natural means of summoning a Persona, and each time it was done it felt a little like plucking something from the hind brain and pulling it out through the side of the head. It wasn't pain, not exactly-- or if it was Akihiko had long since grown accustomed to the sensation. Nearer than sleep and familiar like a heartbeat; satisfying; a blood-warm exhale.
He could do this faster than the other two in calling theirs out, and that was the important thing. His senses cottoned and then opened wide, time slowing to an instant at the hooves of the stag clattering over stone came nearer and nearer and then ceased entirely. Little wisps of thought-form, the dark ether from which all Personae drew themselves, swirled around and crystallized in front of him, creating leg and torso and arms and hands. In one spun the globe of the Earth --maybe, not even the same one they stood on now-- and the other was born a sword, lifting high.
What would a whip of lightning across the ghost's knuckles do?
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Naoto reacted when she saw the spirit grabbing Caim. She only took a second to take aim and fire her gun. A split second later, the mirror shattered as the bullet crashed into it. It was time to fight, and Naoto was as ready as she would ever be. This time, she knew she could fight back and be successful. When the spirit dove for her, Naoto was already reaching for that spot in her mind where Sukuna-Hikona resided, she kept her mind as focused as possible. She was sure to keep her eyes averted, but could tell that the woman was approaching fast.
She wouldn't have time to call out her Persona. At least, she wouldn't have if Akihiko hadn't summoned his Persona and hit it with some lightning. There was no time to Mind Charge - a quick spell would have to do the trick, even if it wouldn't be as powerful as a Mind Charged spell.
"Persona!" She called out of habit as her raven dove towards the woman. The shape of the bird shifted, before turning into the ever familiar Sukuna-Hikona. It didn't take long before the bug-like Persona was casting its first spell. Megidola was a simple Almighty spell, but it was still capable of doing damage (although nowhere near the amount of some of the more powerful Almighty spells that she knew).
With the spell cast, a ball of light descended onto the spirit, before hitting the ground and exploding.
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At some point (as the mirrors shattered and the thing appeared) Yosuke pulled on his headphones once more…he wasn’t sure when it happened, but screw it. It came down to instinct, really, which way you jumped as all hell came crashing down, and him fighting without his music would be just as off as him waking up one day to discover that his Persona was Konohana Sakuya, cheerleader skirt and all. Bring the noise.
It was quick. (Look at its shadow, he reminded himself. Look at its feet. Anything which isn’t its eyes.) Fortunately, so was Akihiko, as lightning crashed and the familiar Sukuna-Hikona dove, Almighty energy cascading, and right behind the other two Persona users was Yosuke shouting, “Let’s go! Jiraiya!” The familiar shifted into his Persona, and Jiraiya lashed out with wind, a tornado buffeting the thing…it worked last time, right? (Though he didn’t really stick around to make sure, he had other things on his mind like ‘not get his eyes gouged out’ and figuring out how he did that in the first place.) He found himself…oddly relaxed as he realized part of him missed this feeling, falling into the rhythm of the fight and the music playing in his ears, his foot tapping to the beat.
He also found himself pissed. Innocents, strangers, people he didn’t know, but Naoto was part of the Investigation Team, part of Inaba, and somehow this all became rather personal.
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The SOLDIER would have liked to have some Materia equipped, but since he was failing that, he drew his buster sword. He didn't want to use it unless absolutely necessary (would almost rather fight barehanded), but he would keep a sharp eye on the others, ready to jump in wherever he was needed. Behind him, he was aware of his familiar getting closer. It seemed attracted to the strange beings around him, eager to be useful. Angeal had yet to use it as a weapon himself, but perhaps it was time he learned to adapt.
He'd see to it that none of those gathered there were killed. No matter what abilities they had, they were too young, and he was far more willing to risk his life than any of theirs. However, he remained optimistic, and stood at the ready to see where it would attack next.
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