Death Dance (Mod)

[Shirako Tachibana]

The scents of a normal hospital would have been those of death, disinfectant, and fecal matter. The scents of that ruined hospital were. . . well, ruin, destruction, and death. No matter the time, nor the culture, hospitals were ultimately places of death. In the past, death came to those unfortunate enough to not recover from injuries, and those that succumbed to illness. In the present, it came to those unfortunate enough to wander around the ruins without an idea of where they had ended up, or those with Personas that simply failed to take the necessary precautions. Shirako? She didn't fall into either of these categories. She walked alongside death, just like she had her whole life. When she died, it would be of her own accord. That was her belief.

That was why she took the necessary precautions, choosing stealth over action, as she waited in the shadows for the enemies to move on to other locations.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A shadow.

Generic Maya

• Agidyne
• Viper Smash
• Bufudyne

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Wk: Everything Except Slash

[Shirako Tachibana]

Shirako summoned Yaksa as something tingled down her spine. Call it a sixth sense. Call it women's intuition. Call it a veteran's instincts. Whatever the case, with a few quick layers of Sukukaja, the woman stilled her breath and readied her sword before quickly side-stepping, a Shadow bursting through the wall, where she had been standing just a few moments ago. Whatever the sensation was, it was spot on, it seemed. Without a word, without hesitation, and with absolutely zero concern for the Shadow, the woman stepped in on one side, Yaksa stepping in on the other, and caught the Shadow in a vicious crossfire of blades. A second beat, and the duo sliced the Shadow apart, leaving it in four dissolving pieces. Quick, efficient, and mostly silent- an ideal kill.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

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