Post by Takeda on Feb 19, 2014 9:30:55 GMT -5
Just like the fight before, it seemed like familiar faces just ran right out of the woodwork to overwhelm these larger shadows, it was a pattern Takeda was really starting to notice. From his first encounter with the computer, all the way till now, it was starting to look like the various Persona users were like a colony of driver ants, picking apart any larger animal that was in their way. Of course, that little feeling in the back of his mind was clouded by abstract hatred of the beast before him. Let's be honest, a schoolgirl covered in tentacles? Clutching a meat cleaver? If he had a dime for every time he heard some kid, or fat guy, ramble on to their friends in the store about how hot piece of paper number twenty two was in some fucking manga, with the exact same shit...well, he wouldn't be working there anymore. With a nudge, a playful wink, Akira managed to get through the mental curses he was throwing at the store, and the shadow. Of course there'd be another celebration after this, assuming they didn't get horrifically mangled by a massive meat-cleaver, or molested to death by horrible spindly appendages protruding from the beast. Raising up his gun, Takeda remembered a key bit that Seiji had always said to try...when in doubt, test weaknesses. Obviously, from the sounds this thing was making, fire was a definite.
"Sounds good, so long as someone else is buying." He uttered out before finding his concentration broken. A shrill shriek from the massive monster taking the groups various balls (of fire), to it's face, followed by..."Really?" he muttered under his breath as the thing morphed into...well, the same damn thing with a different outfit, some more terrifying tentacles that looked like they'd hurt a lot more, and BAM. There was no time to continue the train of thought, just time to leap a bit out of the way of the giant metal cleaver that just slammed into the floor of the auditorium where he was standing. Looking over at the 'woman' next to him once the beast lifted it's cleaver up, he nodded to the thought of there being a phase shift in the fight, after all, through all the rpgs he played with his brother, this shit was a recurring theme. Silently cursing the shadow for shifting so that his most destructive attack would most likely be useless against it, given the summer uniform, he lifted up his pistol. People were launching concentrated darkness, slashing the thing, trying to set it ablaze again, hell, he could've sworn he saw his drinking buddy from the last fight summon up a persona to shock the ever loving fuck out of the thing.
Taking careful aim, he wondered if personas ever felt neglected, as he fired a bullet up towards the thing's face, but not just anywhere, no, no. The weekend commando aimed his shot square for the thing's eyeball, and hoped that it would at least cause it to try and dig the thing out. As his shell casing hit the floor, he noticed a familiar voice, well...wasn't much of a surprise, really. Whitey had shown up. "Oh everything's fine, Dave, just a regular day at Disneyland!" he shouted out to David whilst trying to maintain his focus through the chorus of fire,ice, and darkness. As he was about to say something again back to Dave, he noticed that the girl next to him had been caught in those awful things. Before he could debate as to whether or not he should go help...he saw something that made him grin, as the kid chopped right through them. Looking back at Dave again, he spoke out, "If people get too fucked up, you know what to do, otherwise, kill this ugly motherfucker!" Not a master general's plan, but a plan nevertheless. As he took a deep breath and readied himself for the next 'round', he caught a glimpse of Vice, who was now summoning a persona of his own...
"Well damn, a few days at work and suddenly everyone has magical powers."
"Sounds good, so long as someone else is buying." He uttered out before finding his concentration broken. A shrill shriek from the massive monster taking the groups various balls (of fire), to it's face, followed by..."Really?" he muttered under his breath as the thing morphed into...well, the same damn thing with a different outfit, some more terrifying tentacles that looked like they'd hurt a lot more, and BAM. There was no time to continue the train of thought, just time to leap a bit out of the way of the giant metal cleaver that just slammed into the floor of the auditorium where he was standing. Looking over at the 'woman' next to him once the beast lifted it's cleaver up, he nodded to the thought of there being a phase shift in the fight, after all, through all the rpgs he played with his brother, this shit was a recurring theme. Silently cursing the shadow for shifting so that his most destructive attack would most likely be useless against it, given the summer uniform, he lifted up his pistol. People were launching concentrated darkness, slashing the thing, trying to set it ablaze again, hell, he could've sworn he saw his drinking buddy from the last fight summon up a persona to shock the ever loving fuck out of the thing.
Taking careful aim, he wondered if personas ever felt neglected, as he fired a bullet up towards the thing's face, but not just anywhere, no, no. The weekend commando aimed his shot square for the thing's eyeball, and hoped that it would at least cause it to try and dig the thing out. As his shell casing hit the floor, he noticed a familiar voice, well...wasn't much of a surprise, really. Whitey had shown up. "Oh everything's fine, Dave, just a regular day at Disneyland!" he shouted out to David whilst trying to maintain his focus through the chorus of fire,ice, and darkness. As he was about to say something again back to Dave, he noticed that the girl next to him had been caught in those awful things. Before he could debate as to whether or not he should go help...he saw something that made him grin, as the kid chopped right through them. Looking back at Dave again, he spoke out, "If people get too fucked up, you know what to do, otherwise, kill this ugly motherfucker!" Not a master general's plan, but a plan nevertheless. As he took a deep breath and readied himself for the next 'round', he caught a glimpse of Vice, who was now summoning a persona of his own...
"Well damn, a few days at work and suddenly everyone has magical powers."