Mosaic City, located along China's coast, is quite large city sometimes called the Crossroads Between Nations due to its diverse population. While it was once a large tourist spot, the city was placed under a blockade as the military appeared claiming there was a radiation leak. The true hazard, however, is much more sinister.
Post by Kyle Shibata on Mar 13, 2014 20:16:54 GMT -5
Kyle had come to the old car factory for some salvaging. He figured that there'd always be a market for automotive parts now and the factory was as good a place as any to scrounge some serviceable pieces to sell to the weird blonde lady. He kicked over a piece of body kit and studied it. Nope, too rusted. It'd been laying on the floor too long. He was looking for actual parts, anyway.
A different room in the assembly line was more promising. He found a couple of solid-looking pieces from a gear box and a whole box of packaged, pristine engine parts. Yes, this was exactly what he was looking for. He'd have to find something to carry them in, though because they were damned heavy. He'd seen a wheelbarrow in a ditched construction site just outside the factory. He could easily nip out and grab it and come back for the stuff.
"We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves."
François de la Rochefoucauld
Post by Kyle Shibata on Mar 14, 2014 7:15:52 GMT -5
Just as Kyle was almost at the door, heading out for that wheelbarrow, a Shadow turned up. Of course. He clicked his tongue.
"And I was wondering when you would turn up," he grumbled. "C'mon, Sitri."
He chopped the summoned card in two yet again and the leopard Persona cape pouncing through the azure light, just in time for Kyle to get hit by a wind spell. He clicked his tongue and reeled backwards from pain. That shit hurt, as usual, but it gave him a clue to work on.
"Zio. Fry his goddamn ass."
It had the desired effect of knocking that stupid thing down, just enough for him to close the distance. Stuff that used wind usually didn't like lightning and it was just as well. He brought down his axe on the Shadow, breaking off a piece of it before it sprang up and rushed him, slamming its entire body into him. Kyle flew backwards and into a desk, going straight over it and crashing to the floor with as foul a curse as he could muster.
He got right back up and grit his teeth.
"Mudo."
The Shadow shivered and tensed when the strangling noose of darkness hit it and it wobbled, dazed before rushing him again, turning to skewer him with the sharp axis on its side. Kyle dodged it almost effortlessly and used his axe to chop the mask in two, causing it to explode into bits.
"We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves."
François de la Rochefoucauld
Post by Kyle Shibata on Mar 14, 2014 17:18:30 GMT -5
Kyle rested the top of the axe on the floor and breathed out, resting his weight on the handle. Good little fight. Sitri faded away with a lazy cat yawn and Kyle sniffled. Not bad at all. He was about to head out to get that stupid wheelbarrow when his eye caught something glinting in the dust. He bent down and picked it up, then rubbed it between his fingers to clean off the dust and dirt.
It looked sort of like a pin or a stud, shaped a bit like a purple skull. He was about to throw it away when Sitri made a funny kind of noise in his head, like a throaty, angry purr.
A precious find for battle...
You think so, eh furball? Kyle wondered and pocketed the item. He'd have it looked at. That old dodder Laharl ought to know.
"We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves."
François de la Rochefoucauld