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.]

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[mementodagger]

[The "Guardian" screams right toward Atsuro and that distinctive dagger flashes out, trailing bright blue fire, sapphire sparks snapping from the spikes along the hand guard. The blade is aimed right at the boy's face, its wielder clearly deigning to maim to make his point.]

I'll see ye to Davy Jones, boy!

[otakuro]

I don't even know what that means. But I do know...

Pedestrians always have the right of way!

[This is not nearly as cool or badass as Atsuro intends to make it sound. The weapon is vaguely familiar, but he's only seen it once before and it's hard to really focus when it's coming straight at your face. In a flash of light, the Persona he had shown Yurick once before appears before him.]

Water Dance!

[The tides that wash around Enki rouse themselves to surge forth towards his assailant.]

[mementodagger]

[The Guardian can't pull the bike up in time, and the powerful tide not only blasts the dagger from his hand, it sends both machine and rider to the street. The motorcycle sputters and coughs into silence, its engine flooded. The blue-clad Guardian groans, momentarily stunned by an element that's anathema to it despite its color scheme. Still, he's struggling to sit up, more determined now than before to punish this upstart.]

Ye'll dance the hempen jig sure 'nough, ye yellow-bellied bilge rat...! I'll not let ye sully me city another day, I swear upon me blood and bone!

[otakuro]

...Huh. That was anticlimactic.

[Atsuro blinks for a bit as both he and Enki lower their hands.]

Let this be a lesson to you, uh, upstart... vagabond... pirate person. Threatening people will get you nowhere!

Now go and walk the plank?

[mementodagger]

[The Guardian staggers to his feet and raises his hands, a giant black sphere with a glowing gray-white spot appearing over his head: a massive, lidless eye. The shining pupil dilates and turns the color of molten glass, an arc of cross-shaped lights flaring below the eye.

An Agilao spell bursts around Atsuro as the Guardian laughs hoarsely. Even as the Persona casts, the rider starts to charge his own magic... a very familiar magic that makes him hover in midair.]

[otakuro]

I don't see any plank-walking!

[The Agilao scorches Atsuro properly, although his clothes, of course, remain magically intact as he stumbles away.]

So we're playing rough, huh...?

[Enki raises a hand again as shards of ice go shooting towards the mysterious assailant. A distant memory stirs in Atsuro's mind...]

...Yurick! I hadn't taken you to be a pirate! That's against city ordinances!

[mementodagger]

[The Guardian shudders at the name, though it could be the blast of ice further weakening him as it knocks him out of his spellcasting. He's too disoriented to try using his own magic, but he raises a trembling hand and his Persona rolls wildly as the cross-marks spin like propellers. This time it casts Makajam, attempting to Silence the annoying youth and his water-flinging Persona.]

[otakuro]

[Makajam is... successful! This is the first time Atsuro's been silenced, so the feeling is somewhat strange - most people didn't think to Silence him, usually, given his usual role in battle. He will default to that role now.

Yurick can pretend he hears Atsuro's noble battle cry as the boy dashes towards Yurick's Persona with fists outstretched.]

[mementodagger]

[As Atsuro rushes Balor, Yurick dives for his dagger and brandishes it, slashing at the boy. Balor tries to float out of harm's way and Yurick's instinct is to protect his Persona, not knowing what will happen to him if it's harmed. Still, the mage's movements are sluggish thanks to his injuries Two hits to his elemental weaknesses have left him sore and exhausted.]

[otakuro]

[The slash doesn't do terribly much apart from turn Atsuro's attention towards Yurick for a moment or two and also cut one of his favorite shirts gee thanks. ...The mage is subsequently ignored as Atsuro holds out a hand and shoots a Holy Strike, a physical Light skill, towards Balor.

He didn't want to punch Yurick if he could help it. From personal experience, knocking out the Persona would succeed in KOing the user.]

[mementodagger]

[The Holy Strike knocks Balor back like punching an incoming rubber ball, the cross-lights winking out and the eyeball shot through with static. Yurick staggers, struck again in another weakness. Atsuro must have the devil's luck.

The mage can't charge if Atsuro is going to keep hitting him out of it, and Balor is momentarily out of commission. So he swipes wildly with the dagger again, trying to give himself some space to regroup.]

[otakuro]

[Alternatively, Light, Ice, and Water skills are the only ones Atsuro knows and/or uses on a regular basis. Clearly they were meant to be friends. Still silent, Atsuro mouths a grunt of pain as the dagger pierces his skin this time, his back facing Yurick now. ...Healing would have to wait until the Makajam effect wore off.

In the meantime, he will whirl and try and grab the weapon away from his temporarily delusional friend.]

[mementodagger]

[Yurick's wild slash means he's not in a position to plunge the weapon into Atsuro's unprotected back, luckily for both of them. Instead his other hand curls into a fist and aims a strike at the other boy's lower back, a blow meant to stun. Yurick is strong but nowhere near as strong as Atsuro, a consequence of forgoing physical training for magical.

Of course, that also allows Atsuro to rip the dagger out of his hand, though it might cost the programmer a few cuts on his fingers thanks to both the blade and the spikes along the guard. Yurick roars with rage at the loss of the weapon. Even addled, he remembers it's his father's weapon and to lose it is disgraceful.]

Ye blaggard! Ye not be takin' me rightful property!

[otakuro]

[Atsuro mouths something angrily that could later be translated into 'STOP TALKING LIKE THAT' if this was a visual medium and his lips could be read but as it is, it is likely to be unintelligible. The boy proceeds to stare at his fingers and let loose a silent scream of pain at the jagged cuts running up and down his hands now.

Yurick will receive a kick aimed at his stomach while Atsuro transfers the knife to his other hand.]