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[boxes_shadows]

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

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[ideating]

[ooc; Red and I switched places for this turn, so she's going next with Yosuke!]

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.

[innerdiscofrog]

((ooc; I hereby dub Debs 'Speedy.'))

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.

[divigate]

The spirit must have anticipated them, but the others were prepared for the first attack. Angeal watched as the ghost grabbed Caim then a moment later glass shattered and it appeared yet again to charge Naoto before another deflected it. The spirit seemed to react to their attacks, at least, and for a moment he imagined their group would be enough to put an end to it.

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.