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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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.
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(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."
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"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.
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"That's ... very considerate of you. Thank you." Then again, should he really be surprised, by now?
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"Welcome!"
Of course, no sooner has the temperature dropped back down to normal than a trio of bird-like monsters swoop down on them.
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"They're weak to ice. While I can handle that myself, will you be able to?"
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Tomoe, on the other hand, immediately snipes one out of the sky with a freezing ray shot from her mouth.
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(He hopes.)
Another round of Blizzard and Bufu, then: will that be enough to drop the Eagles to the ground?
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"Ooo, neat!"
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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?"
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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?"
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"If you'd walk with me part of the way, perhaps. I'm in Libra district."
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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.
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"Very well, then. Let us proceed."
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Not that she knows she needs to lead the way; she's just used to moving fast.
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This is a bit of a relief, to say the least...
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"You good from here?"
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"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.