Memory 01- Random Encounter.
He was moving quickly through-- well, he had no idea where, because it was absolutely dark. He couldn't see shit, which was weird, but that didn't mean he couldn't figure things out. He was carrying something low, something weighted towards the far end-- and heavy as fuck. Seeing as he was running, holding it above the grund in one hand, though, it wasn't terrible.
A girl began to speak, though he voice was distanced-- almost echoing, as though she wasn't really in the immediate area. "There are four enemies!" She was young sounding, too, and he stopped moving, apparently in position for... whatever was going on. "Attack!"
He could hear other people moving around him- short footsteps to betray their presence-- a grunt and the sound of metal hitting flesh? What was bizarre, though, was the noise of.. whatever the enemies where. He could hear them seething, movements viscous, and letting out low, monstrous grunts as they were attacked. It was attacked? Well, the girl had said there were four, so--
"Let's go!" A different voice-- male, excited. The same guy who had spoken so much in his dream. There was a gunshot, the sound of glass breaking (There was glass around them? Where the hell were they?) and another one of the enemies was struck. The distant-sounding girl spoke again, happily: "Enemy defeated! There are three enemies left!"
He felt himself release the... object, whatever the hell he was carrying, and pull what felt like a gun out of his pocket. Rather than aim it before him, he casually brought it up to his own temple. "Ready for this?" he spoke so casually as he pulled the trigger- another gunshot, the sound of glass breaking, but his brains didn't end up splattered all over the ground. Instead there was a surge of power for a moment, he could feel the breeze from something large moving swiftly before him, a crash, and the girl exclaiming that another enemy had been defeated.
The gun was tucked back away, as though shooting himself in the temple wasn't anything to think twice about, and he picked up the thing again, giving a scoffing noise. "My next strike'll be the last."
Heels clicked on the floor: gunshot, glass breaking, and a woman's proclamation, "I summon thee!" There was a high pitched noise, and more shattering- the creatures let out another horrible cry, and again that girl (Narrator-girl, he decided she'd be called,) spoke quickly:
"The enemy is down! Now's your chance!"
The other man spoke up: "I've been waiting for this.. ready..." And on his mark, he felt himself running forward, the large thing in his hand gripped and ready to swing at whatever their downed opponent happened to be. "Now!"
(ooc; Crystal senses- Sound/Sensation. Memory chronicling a random encounter, party of: Main Character, Akihiko, Mitsuru, Shinjiro. Punishment is being stuck dressed as Daren the Lion, mascot of "DARE: To Resist Drugs and Violence." for a few days.)