The Virgin Steps [into Madness] (Mod)

[Akira Nakajima]

It was questionable, really, whether it was hormonal teenagers or grown adults that were most susceptible to a pretty face. Akira's issues with arriving at the entrance of the terminal was not the effort required to walk there. Nor was it the anxiety he felt towards entering a place that was potentially filled with dangers. No, no, no. It was actually the fact that, as a crossdresser, he had drawn the attention of numerous people along the way. Most of which tried to stop him and talk with him, completely unaware of the trap factor. While it was flattering- it showed just how convincing, and attractive, he was when in drag- it was a bit annoying when he had to actually go about doing things. Like exploring.

Though he did not remember the initial trip through the terminal, he did recall the struggle he and his sister went through to return through it. It was “fun”. Fun, in that not-at-all-fun and exceedingly-annoying-and-dangerous way. All in all, it was a thrill in a way. But, more than that, to understand exactly what was going on with the city, it would be best to explore a little bit at a time. Push in a bit, then pull out. Eventually, they'd safely penetrate to the core of the issue. They needed to take some baby steps. Fortunately, no diapers were involved.

The boy made for an attractive girl. From the bottom up, he wore simple white tennis shoes- anything fancy was a bad idea for an adventure- black knee-high socks, and a pleated skirt of the same color that almost met the socks. There was an inch of glorious knee skin revealed for all to see. Some people actually liked that. Further up, his blouse, a pale gray, was tucked into his skirt. It, however, was half-covered by a bright red blazer that was left open. He thought he looked good. Apparently, some of the guys, and a girl or two, he passed thought the same. His main worry as he went down into the terminal, however? It was whether or not his clothes would get damaged. A “girl” had to look “her” best, be it at a casual get-together or on an adventure. It would suck if he had to dress for a workout just to go fight.

Pushing up his ornamental glasses, the boy allowed his eyes to focus in the new environment. He was no longer in a safe place. One wrong step- letting his guard down- would be the end of him. This was especially true when he was on his own. Oh well. He would just have to do his best. That worked most of the time.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

A pack of Shadows appeared!

Pathetic Maya

• Bufu

Rs: Ice Wk: Fire

Less-Pathetic Maya

• Agi

Rs: Fire Wk: Wind

Confident, but still Pathetic Maya

• Hama

Rs: Light Wk: Dark

[Akira Nakajima]

As the boy in drag pressed onward, it seemed that he found some more unwanted attention already. Was he just that attractive as a girl, or was it just a bad day? It could have gone either way, really. Three enemies, three blobs of blackness with masks and all that jazz, appeared. There was no telling exactly what they were capable of, but he felt that he could handle them, so long as he was careful. He knew he had access to fire attacks, but he also knew that these things could resist elements- or even fire off some ice, which was what he couldn't deal with. It would be best to play it casual until he knew exactly what he was dealing with.

They all looked pretty pathetic. So, with number one being the most pathetic, and three being the least pathetic, he numbered them in his head. That said, lowering their numbers quickly was the best course of action, so N1, the most pathetic-looking, was the best one to start with. He charged in. He had nothing but his body and some strange toy gun that was used to bring out his Persona- the strange blonde woman at the Gap handed one to both him and his sister. The Persona could wait until he had an idea of exactly what his enemies could use.

So, with a low-rising uppercut that smacked the mask-extension of N1 hard enough that it faced the ceiling, the boy whirled and flashed a scene of heaven- a bloomer- before slamming his heel down upon the mask in a glorious ax kick. The blows weren't too powerful, but they left it stunned just long enough for him to check his other two opponents. N2 was prepping a blast of fire. Chances were, it was Agi. While he could take it, and probably several more of them, thanks to his resistance, there was no need to. Not when he had a shield, at least. Gripping the neck-like bit of N1, he pulled the full Shadow's weight into dance before tossing it at the burst of fire as it went off. One blow avoided, and one enemy damaged! It was two birds with one ball. Of course, twirling with a heavy blob of darkness left him a bit unbalanced. N3 managed to nail him with a burst of light, as a result. So, N1 was pretty badly off, stunned by a one-two punch from both his enemy and his own ally. N2 was in peak condition, even if he didn't manage to hit Akira. N3 was at the top of his game, the prick swaying a little with joy after hitting the boy in drag. Akira? Well, after regaining his balance, he was okay enough. Just got hit by light, as if being facepalmed by a god, but all seemed okay enough for the time being.

So, N2 could use fire, and N3 could use light. That meant that N2 probably resisted Agi, as well. N3 was likely Neutral. N1 seemed especially pained after taking N2's Agi, so there was a good chance that N1 was weak to fire- and a chance it possibly had access to ice. Well, that was all find and dandy, so long as it died before it had the chance to attack. Flipping his skirt and pulling his toy gun from the holster hidden underneath, Akira put it to the bottom of his mouth. He felt the cold of it bite into the soft flesh near his neck. Then, he pulled the trigger. From the top of his head, a gnarly arm sprouted, like a diseased plant from equally ill ground. Then another arm, and then the creature's full body shot forth, pale and bony limbs visible for a moment before its cloak settled.

”All right, Imp! Shoot off an Agi at the clump trying to get upright!” A simple enough order escaped him in his mother tongue- Japanese. Amusingly, Imp understood both English and Japanese. As the cloaked creature extended a bony finger, a fireball shot and scattered N1 to nothing. It faded. It was then two on one. Or was it two on two? Would the things focus on just him, or both him and his Persona? It was a question he found himself somewhat curious of. He was no tactician, but most people understood, if they played RPGs, that a bigger party meant less of a chance of being attacked. Unfortunately, it seemed that the two enemies in question were still focused on him, specifically. That sucked. N2 fired an Agi at him- he blocked it with his hand, but the flames still hurt. Fortunately, his clothes weren't damaged. That would have been the true problem. N3, as opposed to using the light attack, slid towards them in an attempt to attack with its arms. Imp intercepted the attack, however. While Akira did not feel any physical pain, his head suddenly throbbed. Imp seemed reasonably fine, but using his Persona as a shield did seem to have its own drawbacks.

N2 was the lesser threat at the moment. He used fire, and likely physical, attacks. He and Imp resisted fire, so it was fine to leave him be. N3 was right on them and used light. He was a bigger threat and more convenient of a target. Reading Akira's intents, Imp hopped to the side, allowing the crossdresser to knee the Shadow in the “face”, followed by a whirl and a sweeping kick into its “side”, using the length of his lower leg. Meanwhile, he tried to keep N3 between himself and N2- he planned on using it as a shield to quicken its defeat and mitigate his own damage intake. N3 tried to swing an arm at Akira. It would have hit his side. The boy knelt and crossed his arms to protect his side. The blow was pretty powerful. It hurt. But it would have been worse if he didn't guard. Thankfully, him kneeling caused N2 to lower his aim as he prepared another Agi. Akira responded by gripping N3 under the arms, like one would a child, and lobbing the confused Shadow directly into the blast of fire. N3 was pretty badly off. N2 was still the smug little bastard he had always been. Akira? He was a little winded. But still in the game. Still good to go.

”All right, Imp- run him through with Skewer!” As if ordering a soldier, Akira thrust a hand out, pointing at N3. The small creature shot forward and extended its fingers. Then, with a sudden thrust, it slammed its arm through N3, viciously ripping into it. Akira hadn't expected N3 to go down just like that, but it had. Lucky~! N2 seemed to be a bit discouraged by the turn of battle. It seemed just about ready to run away. However, there was no escape. The boy wouldn't allow it. He dashed it as the Shadow frantically swung at him. He blocked with his right arm. Then, slamming his left fist into the Shadow's mask, he performed a successful cross-counter. But that was just the start.

His enemy was stunned at that point. Not enough that Akira could take it easy, but enough that he could adjust his posture. Then an assault right and truly began. From the right, he shot his knee into the right of the thing's “head”. Then, from the left, he slammed his elbow into it. Then, twirling anew, he gave that sight of heaven before slamming his heel down onto N2's “head”. It weakly flailed and hit Akira properly this time. The boy leaped away. It was time to end it.

”Skewer again!” Imp shot forward and gutted the Shadow, the mass dissolving into nothing. With that, it seemed like they won.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!


You defeated the enemy!

[Akira Nakajima]

The fight seemed to be over. That was good. What was not good was the fact that Akira could hear some stirring off in the shadows. Sounded like a good. . . three, six. . . twelve. . . a good number of separate sounds were twisting in the shadows beyond. And they were fully aware of the boy's presence. Welp! He had intended on pressing on a little further, just to explore. But, if they were all coming to him already, that was a pretty bad idea. A pretty dangerous one, at that. No, it would be much better to call it good and get the hell out of there. He was a strong believer in Murphy's Law. Trying to take on three was a little stressful- if three had all been able to use ice, it would've been bad. Now, if there were more than ten, things would be terrible. If one were to assume that those three were the only sorts (and it was likely that there were other, more powerful, ones), then twelve would mean four of each, going by theoretical math. Which meant four ice-users. That was not something the boy wanted to deal with yet.

”Dismissed. Away, whatever. We're leaving, so poof!” He gave the rather erratic order before spinning on his heel and dashing away. He that ran fought another day. Well, he was a pretty good runner, so all would end well.