08/17/2012

[inthatwild]

WHO: 2012 Persona Users
WHERE: The Abaton Museum of National History.
WHEN: August 17th, 1934, around noon?
WHY: Reopened museum? That new paint is suspicious white! Monthly event time!

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[notvelour]

The stalagmite ripped into it from below, impaling it as it was lifted off its feet. Its legs twitched in the air uncontrollably. The spike pierced its torso vertically, tearing upward through its right shoulder with inches to spare. A small puff of glistening white powder escaped the exit wound, covering the stone tip with film. Then the stalagmite retracted back into the floor and vanished.

Still, the damage had already been done and it was severe.

It collapsed onto the floor, tiny powder clouds floating upward. Its head and torso slumped forward, it weapon arms falling heavily to the floor with a loud thud. It couldn't support its own weight much less find the strength to run but its life was not yet fully extinguished. It no longer had the energy to transform but it could speak. It would not wait for death silently.

"You... you have only hastened your doom! You have opened the door to horrors you cannot imagine. My kind will bathe in your blood and drink of your lifeforce until you are nothing more than empty husks littering the fields of battle!" Its slit mouth reappeared and it began to cough, more glitterdust escaping. It made a feeble attempt to move.

[OOC: One more hit and its down, guys!]

[alalma]

Well, that was interesting.

Amalia watched the combo curiously, but swiftly switched her attention back to the monster. The thing was as good as beat, but she wanted to get a hit in. She was tired and sore, the police would be approaching, and this thing had hurt her... friends? Group? Team.

It was time to end this.

"You talk too much," she snapped. "Even if we opened that door, we can take anything you throw at us until we can slam it shut again! Now shut up already, you yap more than my dog! Guys, do I get a combo this time?"

Huitzil's answering gust ruffled her bangs, the wind picking up around her and sending some of those priceless artifacts clinking into the air. Lillian had made a point that combined attacks did more damage, so she'd just have to hope everyone else had caught on to that as the wind surged forward to finally silence the fallen creature.

[cemetaryeyes]

Ezra had been carefully avoiding looking at the monster's face while he scanned, all the while ignoring Xochipilli's gleeful comments about it. It hadn't been difficult, with all the shouting and elements flying through the air, and he'd watched the resulting impalement with wide eyes. Very interesting. They'd have time to figure out the hows and whys later, but for now they had an ace up their sleeve, when they needed it.

The melted face was a lot harder to ignore now that it was cursing them with that booming voice and hacking up god knows what. He'd seen more than enough through his persona's eyes to stew over for a few days, though, so when Ama called out, he stepped forward eagerly. "Coming right up." At Ezra's firm nod, Xochipilli sent a burst of flame to join in the rapidly building elemental force hurtling towards the monster.

[azuranthine]

Part of Lillian wanted to protest. It was no longer a threat. It could barely move and talk was just talk. They were wasting time. But even so, if this was what it took to make sure the threat was completely eliminated and get everyone back on track before the police arrested them, so be it. Lillian sighed and there was another rumble overheard followed by loud hiss of water as Nephele blasted the creature.

As they had before, the elemental forces converged and transformed, this time into a large, howling whirlwind that relentlessly shredded their foe. More or that stinky powder was coming out of it, making it hard to see exactly what was going on in the twister's eye. It didn't matter, anyway. It was finished now and Lillian had absolutely no desire to keep standing there watching. She ached, she was exhausted, and she wanted to go home.

"We have to go now," she announced in a tired monotone and started stumbling toward the nearest elevator or stairwell. Whichever got her out of there fastest without being seen.

[OOC: We don't necessarily have to play out the escape. We can just say that they got away and made a run for it and call it a wrap if that's cool with everyone? :D}

[turnofthewheel]

Lester wasn't entirely certain how they got out of the museum after the mirror creature went boom. Someone may have been able to tell the story of their escape, but he definitely wasn't that someone. He just remembered lots of running and chaos and some kind of sneaking. And people looking like they were going to fall over. That was fun.

"Well~, at least it's gone now?" he wondered aloud, referring to the mirror creature. "Thaaank you fairies."

Djinn knocked him one upside the head. From the inside of his head. However that worked.