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]

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.