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 Ayakura Alisa on Feb 21, 2014 19:51:20 GMT -5
Oh, that was a pretty metal way to go. The Shadow, in what I could only assume was utter panic and abject fear for its own survival, ended up slicing its own arm off, only fuelling its pain and internal chaos. Eventually, I watched it writhe, the tentacled skirt fraying about as soon enough, the shadow expired just like that, dissipating into nothingness. I looked around and surmised the hall wouldn't hold up for a very long time. Most of the people already present started to file out, either because they didn't want to talk, or they had been grabbed by tentacles and felt utterly dirty and violated (Not that I blame them, Ma'am) or for fear of the hall suddenly cracking up and collapsing on them. "I'm going to take a step back," I said simply, looking back. "We don't know how much longer this hall is going to hold up thanks to our batte." I nodded and started to leave myself. If people wanted to talk to me, they knew where to find me. Or something.
Post by Chidori Tsukino on Feb 21, 2014 20:48:17 GMT -5
The shadow managed to cleave its own arm off in its panicked assault on them and the building, giving Chidori a certain grim sense of self-satisfaction whilst it scrambled about and eventually dissipated. Looking around briefly, the mute noted that whilst they had stopped the rampaging shadow, there was no telling if the auditorium would actually stay standing - a lot of damage had been done already. Hopefully it wouldn't impact those who went here too much.
Chocolate brown eyes flitting from person to person in their ragtag group, Chidori took into account their urgency when she chose to heal their group at least once before they moved into the entrance hallway. Juno stood proudly around her as the warm wave of healing magic surged out amongst them all, before the persona began projecting her voice. 'If you want me to heal you again, I'll be in the hallway.' Of course, she wasn't the only capable healer, so she didn't demand that they go there either. Still, she was ready to help if they wanted.
Making sure Alisa and red-haired maid girl were okay first, Chidori fell in line beside her friend, making haste for the hallway before anything else happened, though she was still very much intrigued by a number of the people here - the aforementioned maid girl and the kyuubi-wielder for instance. She would have to try and look into finding them at a later point in time.
Well...that just happened. Now that the shadow was down and Pyxis wasn't so heavily focused on the battle, she was now able to be properly amused at how the whole thing had ended. In its desperation and blind rage, it had managed to cut its own arm off. And then go down. Meanwhile, the building had not yet done the same, but it still looked to be heading in that direction. Many of the others present noticed the same, and were getting the hell out of dodge, as the saying (probably) went. After picking up what looked like parts from an upgraded spread gun (why did it drop something like this? Had it taken down another Anti-Shadow Weapon before she had confronted it?), it was time to do the same.
"I too will be outside," she said, storing the weapon parts. "I suggest the rest of you do the same, before this thing really does fall." With that said, she closed the weapon ports on her fingers, and made her way out of the auditorium. As she did, she did a quick glance around both at those still present and those leaving. That was quite a bit more than fifteen Persona-users. And unless they just plain weren't paying attention, there would be no doubt that she wasn't a normal human.
Post by Jaelyn Callahan on Feb 21, 2014 21:13:11 GMT -5
Finally, it was over. But rather than ending with Jaelyn stabbing it to death, or burning it to death, or whatever darkness did to things that didn't like it, it had cut off its own arm and succumbed to the barrage of multiple attacks. And its cleavers had even dissolved with the rest of it! What a stupid ending. She had been woken up in the middle of the night for all that, and she didn't even have anything to show for it. And to make matters worse, the building still looked like it was about to collapse. That was going to make school hell for a very long time. Unless they just cancelled it forever, but that was probably wishful thinking.
She was too tired to be properly angry at all of it anymore, though. Now that the battle was over, the energy to rage on as she had been earlier just...wasn't there. "I need a damned drink," she grumbled, making her way out as well.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Feb 21, 2014 21:15:18 GMT -5
Akira stretched once the battle was good and over. Seemed like the structural integrity of the auditorium was good, at least for the time being. He definitely was going to have a headache after dealing with the paperwork that would come from the damages incurred. Thinking on it, what all was there? The doors were blown out. Damage to the halls. Structurally unsound in regards to the building's supports. There was a good chance it'd be closed down for a while. Yeah, screw that. He had no desires to think about it. Instead, it was high-time to relax and chill. Party and whatnot after the conclusion of a dangerous battle, and all that. Amane drew close and asked the crossdresser a question. Damn, that was adorable for all the wrong reasons. She was worried about him? He was one of the more powerful healers there. So, in response, he reached out and patted her head.
”Nah. I'm good, don't worry.” He assured her before looking up to Alma Elma. ”Mediarama on the ones still here, please. Heal 'em as much as possible.” He ordered, and the succubus let out a healing pulse. He mostly did it because of Mister Bloodless, the redhead fire-wielder. ”Well, I hope that spell I just used helps, Mister. If you still think you can't handle it, then I just hope you'll feel better. We'll have to do it sometime, though. And I need to take you up on that offer of free stuff, too.” With a slight laugh, the crossdresser looked away, observing the group that was left. Then, he nodded.
”Hey, guys? Boss is dead. Parties are in order. I'm going to get a drink. You should all, you know, join me.” With that, the boy in drag gave Amane one more pat. He gave a nod to Takeda. ”The invitation still stands, though. If not, I'll see you around. Take care.” A pleasant smile, and the crossdresser began to leave. He had zero intentions of thinking about the auditorium again that evening. He'd much rather drown his sorrows in alcohol. His virgin drinking experience would hopefully be good.
Post by Ringo Shiro on Feb 21, 2014 21:52:45 GMT -5
Ringo watched as all the attacks hit the shadow...and the shadow slicing itself a part in panic. Kind of a gruesome way to go but he can't complain too much as he watched the shadow dissipate. He took a deep breathe only to wince, now remembering that he got two deep wounds from the shadow. His cuts did get better when the girl used that healing spell.
He'd take the time to get to know them all, but they seemed to be dispersing. Ringo, despite the healed up wounds, is now getting a little sleepy. He should most likely get home and recover. He hoped the time he gets his persona is closer because right now he got the feeling that these things are only going to get stronger the more they come at the inner circle. He started to walk out the damaged walls. A little concerned about how the school will repair damages but that isn't a priority on his mind at the moment.
Post by Layla Amare on Feb 21, 2014 21:55:47 GMT -5
Sure enough, the moment the battle ended, the exhaustion hit Layla. She dropped to one knee, breathing heavily as her heart rate slowly returned to normal. Her body felt heavy, even with the last wave of healing energy. But they'd survived again, and that was what was important. The auditorium was still in danger of collapsing, but with the shadow no longer constantly attacking it, the danger was no longer quite as imminent. Just so long as she didn't stay, Layla figured that she would be fine.
"Another attack on the night of a full moon," Layla said as she stood back up. "That can't be a coincidence. I wonder if it'll keep happening." After putting that thought out, she glanced toward the girl who had mentioned getting a drink. "Not this time," she said between breaths. "I don't think my feet will carry me that far. I...should probably head home." And with that said, she turned and made her way out of the auditorium. It was a good thing she would be able to sleep in tomorrow.
No grand last stand, or overwhelming power that could threaten away their lives because this one just had to end on the clumsiest note possible. Vice knew the complications of having to dual wield bladed weapons but actually cutting your own arm off due to some frantic bullshit was something he never really expecte to happen. Then again it was a school girl shadow so maybe the tendency to be some incompetent fuck still lingered somewhere there or something
Still it was over and Vice could finally rest he properly again. The oppressive feeling of the shadow finally left his shoulders and the tense formation of the muscles on his shoulders began to loosen up. Some were obstinate an decided to remain still but the offer that had been thrown up to go drinking felt like a call. With that said, hulking up his swords after evacuating the area, the red eyed Asian decided to hell with tomorrow and to enjoy today. Wordlessly, he waved at the others that had been leaving and left a pat on Holly's shoulder before passing her by before Following whoever was offering the drink.
Post by Rikki Hisako on Feb 21, 2014 22:27:58 GMT -5
Rikki took off his glasses for a moment to watch the shadow freak out. It seems that it managed to dismember itself in its blind fury. Well, that was all fine and dandy. He got to enjoy its over-dramatic downfall for its entire worth. After that, everyone seemed to do their own thing. Rikki? He was grinning like an idiot. This was his first time encountering other persona users. While most of these people were all tuckered out, the boy was more interested in getting to know everyone. Wonderful job you guys! Not bad. . . Throne came in front of him as he looked around at the people who were injured. I suppose I'll help with the healing a bit as well. The boy hummed as he went around healing everyone, only stopping to listen to what a nearby girl said.
Ah, party? Now that was more like it. The boy hadn't been to a good party in quite a long time. Probably a while before the incident. Well, this was certainly something that he couldn't pass up on. Ah, you guys heard the little missy! Let's go celebrate. The boy wanted to get as many people there as possible. After that sort of fighting, they all deserved a break. Sure, the boy could understand that some of them may have been underage while some of them were too tired to go, but he didn't want them to miss out regardless. After all, one should enjoy their youth rather than letting a little fatigue set over.
Post by Luka Kurokawa on Feb 21, 2014 22:47:15 GMT -5
With everyone's attacks combined, it seemed that the boss couldn't handle all of that force. It began to spasm out of control as the attacks flew at it, even managing to dismember itself. Well, that certainly wasn't a pretty sight. Nonetheless, the girl sighed with relief at its defeat. Another boss enemy defeated, huh? Interesting. Just how many of these things were there anyway? Luka had a feeling this wouldn't be the last fight like this.
Taking a look up at the ceiling once more, the girl smiled a bit giving a slight sigh. Seemed that it would hold. For now. She would be up to her neck in paperwork the next time she had school. Shadow fighter at night, student council in the day. Such was the life of a hero. Looking back off to everyone else, it seemed that this was turning out to be just like the last time. Some people went back home, likely to rest. Meanwhile, it looked like Akira wanted to have a celebration of sorts. The last time the idea was brought up, the girl simply went home finding herself out of place in such a situation. But now? She wanted to go. Maybe just a little. Would she though? No. She still felt somewhat out of place. Sure she had made great strides to fit in socially, but she wasn't all that confident yet. It might be some time before she could decide to go to a party like that. On that thought, the girl headed home so that she could finally get some rest. Now that she thought about it, this boss had interrupted her comfortable and cozy position in her bed. Perhaps it was time to reclaim that luxury?