Winners Don't Do Drugs

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Who: Anyone
Where: Everywhere. Please mark your threads accordingly
Summary: Saturday night, and Trihardo flares up for everyone
Warnings: Depends who shows up.
Music: ???

21st of September.

While it should have been a day to celebrate the beginning of Fall, it seemed that the citizens were too enthralled with trying to fix up the city to care.

People were furiously washing windows, painting walls, and sweeping the small falling leaves, sometimes shaking trees so more of them would fall. The entire day looked like it came out of a 1950s sitcom with everyone desperately trying to be the most proper, yet failing miserably. The painting jobs were covered in various colors as the painters tried to paint over previous work, thinking the color did not fit. Trees, sewer covers and small fences were painted simply because they didn't look good enough.

Demons appeared to be less affected, but even they could not escape the TRIHARDO as some donned capes and attempted to protect others... sometimes failing miserably or causing more properly damage. A cat that tried to cross the street would be rescued at the cost of three cars nearly being destroyed.

Then night came.

The symptoms got worse. Civilians began to sing about peace and held hands during the hours when they should have been staying inside. Others began to act like vigilantes, trying to stop those that were still painting the walls and houses.

It was a mess of people trying to help each other but failing. It was an entire city attempting to earn its gold star.

They tried. Oh did they ever try.

And the Visitors were affected too...

[OOC: You can specify where your character is (which ward) and if it's open. You all have full permission to NPC demons or citizens affected by Trihardo or your character. Go nuts! Have fun! Why did I link to this music? You'll find out.]

Comments

[primordial]

"Because they don't understand. None of them do."

The hiss that comes out of his mouth next is almost inhuman, and he paces slightly over his objects as he looks down at Flynn with a dark, hateful stare.

"Leave."

[samurai_flynn]

"What they do not understand?"

That hiss sounds... powerful... demonic. He has to take a few deep breaths to steel his nerves for what he is about to do.

"No. I am afraid I cannot do that."

Fingers are flying over his left arm again.

[primordial]

"That they have too much of this stuff! Seriously, do any of you need more than one television. Ugh."

And he's raising a lawn chair now, totally ready to throw it down at his head to knock the guy out, if necessary.

"A-are you going to listen to reason, or what?! Go away, you idiot!!!"

[samurai_flynn]

"They might not need it; but nonetheless, it is theirs."

He sees the lawn chair being lifted up. Another deep breath.

"I will ask this once. Please put the Relic down. I just want to return a few items to their original owner. I will not leave until I do so."

[OOC: is it alright to summon his demons?]

[primordial]

"It isn't theirs anymore."

He laughs, like the other told a particularly funny joke. His eyes are darkly glittering, his hand holding the chair ready to toss.

"Really? Try."

[ooc: Go ahead!!!]

[samurai_flynn]

"Then aren't you being hypocritical? You have no need for those."

Flynn draws his sword.

"Very well."

He then activates his gauntlet, summoning three demons.

Flynn and his demons ready for an attack.

[primordial]

"Really? Wow, you're a coward. Going to let those things fight for you?"

But ugh, this isn't good. Sure, he could go and summon his Persona, but would it be good enough? Well, he's not willing to let himself go, so his Persona will have to do, he lets out a triumphant noise, throwing up his hands to the sky and letting that beautiful part of his mind stir and awaken. The air around Flynn suddenly drops in temperature, as something very large, very dark, and very monstrous slithers out from behind Sam.

"Hey, Mordiggian! Let's teach these group of idiots a lesson. Do a Mudo!"

And after gathering the darkness, Mordiggian does just that, sending it right at Flynn.

[samurai_flynn]

What a strange creature! Where did it come from? Flynn has no time to scan it as the spell races toward him. He braces for the Dark attack. It misses this time.

He sends out a Ziodyne at the new creature, and the others send out their attacks: Beji-Weng does Debilitate on Mordiggan. Arahabaki performs Megido against both. Oumitsunu attacks Sam.

[primordial]

Ugh. Three against one! Hardly fair at all. Mordiggian shrieks at the impact of the Megido, while Sam lets out a cry as Oumitsunu hits him. No, no, no, no NO. Mordiggian is still weak, and he's not exactly willing to show his true form to tear this guy to pieces, as much as he wants to, and...god, this is all going terribly wrong.

He really did bite off more than he can chew.

Sam grits his teeth behind his mask, backing up. "Counter, Mordiggian! Come on!" The Persona obliges, bracing itself for any further attacks.

Time to move. Sam's form shudders, and like a liquid, his whole body suddenly seeps into the pile of things below him, disappearing from sight.

If he's not going to be able to defend himself from the top of this pile, then he'll do so inside of it.

[samurai_flynn]

His eyes open as his opponent melts into the pile of stuff. He and his demons keep their positions.

After a few long minutes, he edges ever so slightly closer to the pile with his sword in front of him.

[primordial]

Mordiggian moves to where Sam once was standing, leering at Flynn from above. The pile is still, unmoving.

Come closer?

[samurai_flynn]

He is weary of the leering Mordiggian above. He is also weary of the still pile where that black sludge went into. He stops and looks back at it.

He sends an Agidyne spell towards Mordiggian. The demons stand fast.