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 Phoebe Minola on Mar 29, 2014 13:43:28 GMT -5
Phoebe had gotten so used to visiting the executive building that she could almost find her way around it blind by now. It offered decent challenges and pretty damn good loot for salvaging for the junk dealer. She yawned and headed for the next deserted business she'd aimed at checking out. A former telecommunications HQ. She'd probably find some good stationary stuff and office supplies, maybe some computer parts... and if she was lucky, mostly functional tablets or cellphones. Those always sold pretty well - and if she found something that worked well enough, she'd keep it.
She fought her way wast a few weak Shadows. Nothing dangerous, just some Maya types she'd fought before and knew all about. They went down swiftly at the blunt end of her warhammer and a couple of thunder spells.
She reached the door of the telecom offices and examined it. She tentatively pushed it and it swung open with a creak. Yeah, she was neither the first one here, nor alone here. She hefted her warhammer out of its holster and got ready.
"Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self."
Cyrril Connolly
Post by Phoebe Minola on Mar 29, 2014 18:44:46 GMT -5
"There you are..." Phoebe muttered, when the Gigas made an appearance.
She was not surprised by them anymore. Wherever she went exploring, Shadows would show up, no question about that. She didn't mind it anymore. She was confident in her abilities now that she could take on whatever this section could throw at her.
The Shadow made a silly gesture, clapping once and pointing at her. Phoebe clenched her teeth. She knew a spell was coming and when a crackle of ice surrounded her, building up over her, she just shut her eyes and fortified herself mentally. It hurt, no doubt about that. Ice always hurt. It pierced right through her and chilled her to the bone but fortunately, so far she'd always stood back up and got right into the fray again.
"Hypatia!"
Her Persona appeared in a wash of light. Seeing her always comforted her.
"Maragion!"
Hypatia obliged with her usual performance of striking her shield. It was her war cry, her banner of battle. Fiery explosions broke out around them and one caught the Gigas. He was staggered badly and Phoebe closed in. One strike of the hammer and the thing was on its back.
"Again!"
Another volley of flame attacks. The Gigas was in a bad way now but he still attacked. A massive blow of kinetic energy struck Phoebe, almost knocked her on her own ass but she grit her teeth and jumped back up. She wasn't going to let anything stand in her way anymore. She would get up, every time. Always get back up. She'd made up her mind. She'd seen it all, she'd had her convictions shattered and built them up from dust again. She was going to weather everything.
With an angry cry she ran up to the Shadow and swung her hammer again. She caught the thing right in the face, shattering the mask and destroying the damn thing in one fell blow that satisfied her. She liked it.
"Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self."
Cyrril Connolly
Post by Phoebe Minola on Mar 29, 2014 20:54:54 GMT -5
With the fight over, Phoebe breathed out and surveyed the area. She had work to do now. Hypatia hovered beside her idly but she kept staring at where the Shadow had been. Phoebe was absently looking around for where to start her scrap collection.
Look. Yonder. There is something.
Phoebe's gaze snapped back to where the Shadow had just been. She saw something lying on the floor among the dust and detritus left behind from the fight. There was something there. Phoebe shouldered her hammer and walked over. She pushed aside some rubbish with her foot and then bent down. She picked up what looked like a silver Celtic torc; it's terminals were shaped rather like ram's heads, facing each other like they were about to knock each other into next week. The moment she picked it up she felt a strange little surge, like suddenly she could do a lot more damage with her hammer. She slipped it on and the feeling intensified.
She decided she was going to wear this every time she went fighting.
Last Edit: Mar 30, 2014 6:54:42 GMT -5 by Phoebe Minola
"Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self."
Cyrril Connolly