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Who: Open!
Where: All over the city.
Summary: A general 13th Hour log.
Warnings: Standard violence.

Every month, it seems like, something weird happens, and more often than not it involves combat. Naturally, it's best to be prepared. Where will you be when the 13th Hour strikes?

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As Kotoha processes what the Heartless actually want from attacking them, her demeanor changes, losing the cheerful unconcern that is her normal hallmark. Victini settles on Kotoha's head like a fuzzy hat as she spins around, making sure she can see all the Shadows as she unleashes a Maragion. Between the power of the spell and her Persona's facility with Fire, the torrent of flames lights up the area like a floodlamp for a few brief seconds before dying down, most of the Shadows gone.

Kotoha focuses in on the few remaining as Solar Logos contributes his own fire to the task of making sure their hearts remain uneaten - there is so much fire flying around, in fact, that the ambient temperature has risen by a few degrees, which is well within tolerance levels for the moth and his Trainer but most likely less so for Even, ice-aspected as he is.

Hm. It's good to know that she's taking it seriously now she knows, at least, Even thinks. As the waves of flame sweep the area, the situation's decidedly uncomfortable on both a physical and mental level.

(He can't help but think of Axel for a split second, but pushes the thought out of his mind, not wanting to even acknowledge the other's existence... he's here now. Alive.)

Even wipes his forehead with his sleeve, breathing heavily, steadying his nerves. "Very efficient."

As the last of the Heartless collapse into piles of ash, Kotoha notices Even's reaction. Combined with the spell she saw his Persona using before, it's not hard for her to arrive at the appropriate conclusion.

"If you're sensitive to heat, then we should probably get out of here...I'll switch over to my secondary Persona, okay?"

As the tiny fuzzy creature on her head fades out, it's replaced with a thousand circling masks that trail along behind her. Just to up the comfort factor a little more, she returns Solar Logos to his Pokeball and summons Tomoe in his stead.

He takes a few more deep breaths as the worst of the heat sources are removed. That's better, to be sure, although he'd be glad to get away from this spot.

"That's ... very considerate of you. Thank you." Then again, should he really be surprised, by now?

No he shouldn't.

"Welcome!"

Of course, no sooner has the temperature dropped back down to normal than a trio of bird-like monsters swoop down on them.

These are very definitely not Heartless, and it catches Even on the back foot as he dodges and shields himself - it takes him a moment to realise that he can, in fact, get some intelligence on them before this fight starts. Daedalus throws out a Weakness Scan - ah! This is helpful.

"They're weak to ice. While I can handle that myself, will you be able to?"

Kotoha herself? Nope.

Tomoe, on the other hand, immediately snipes one out of the sky with a freezing ray shot from her mouth.

Excellent! He's rather curious about what those - Pokémon - can do, seeing these demonstrations... there's no time to think on such things, though. He's quite literally handling the next Eagle himself, hurling Blizzard spells at one while Daedalus fires off a Bufu at another.

Tomoe follows up with another Ice Beam as Kotoha switches over to a more support-oriented role, casting Goldeneye on the remaining Eagles.

A role reversal, for now, but he's not going to complain - for once, he's got this under control.
(He hopes.)
Another round of Blizzard and Bufu, then: will that be enough to drop the Eagles to the ground?

When backed up with Tomoe's Ice Beam? Absolutely. As the Eagles sublimate into nothingness, there's a sound of something clattering to the ground. Kotoha darts in and snatches them up, revealing a pair of masks.

"Ooo, neat!"

...that's new. Even peers at what she's gathered - "Hm. Is there any point to collecting these trinkets?"

"Sometimes yes, sometimes no. This looks one of the things that doesn't do anything, though."

Kotoha inspects one of the masks and shrugs.

"I kind of have a sideline turning the useless stuff into jewelry and accessories and selling them. You want one of these?"

He thinks for a moment - "I don't believe I've any use for one. As you have, you can keep them."

"Oh, thanks!"

She'll just shove both of them into her bag. Might as well get her bike out while she's at it.

"Okay, as long as I'm on a roll, I might as well go harvest some more raw materials...do you think you can get home alright, or would you like an escort?"

...when it comes down to it, he's still lost, so the opening's appreciated.

"If you'd walk with me part of the way, perhaps. I'm in Libra district."

"Oh good, that's on the way!"

Here, she'll just recall Tomoe and send out Scorpina.

"Scorpina, keep an eye out, would you?"

The Gliscor snaps her claws in agreement and soars upwards.

He watches the creature ascend with what might look, for the briefest of seconds, like he's smiling. Interesting beings indeed, these.

"Very well, then. Let us proceed."

Kotoha will just unfold her bicycle to its proper size and hop on. Rather than race ahead, she'll just sort of patrol around Even, pedaling in long, lazy loops that nonetheless lead the way at a pace equal to a brisk walk.

Not that she knows she needs to lead the way; she's just used to moving fast.

He's hardly dawdling himself; and as they move, he's starting to see more landmarks that he outright recognises, even in the changed and shifted setting they're in.
This is a bit of a relief, to say the least...

The trip back to the Libra district is mostly uneventful, aside from a few muffled thuds when Scorpina deals with something. A block or two away from the apartments, Kotoha pauses in her circling.

"You good from here?"

"I'd imagine so. Thank you for your - company." Or for her navigation.

Kotoha grins.

"Welcome! You ever wanna patrol again, drop me a line!"

And with that, she's off - much faster than she was on the way over.

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