destinystrings | It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World

Who: Misery, Atsuro. Also: Now Open.
Where: The streets of Libra.
Summary: Okay, maybe this nigh apocalyptic people going crazy thing IS kind of Misery's business. To be fair, scorpions.
Warnings: SCORPIONS.
And this is why you shouldn't trust other people to resolve these sorts of situations.

Misery blasts a few more scorpions as she makes her way out of the apartment. She's not exactly sure when they started to show up, but they were here now, and being most troublesome to boot. Upon exiting, however, the full breadth of the situation begins to kick in; the little beasts are everywhere, and that's not even regarding the folks who are getting attacked by other folks. Or the ones running in fear from everything.

It's like the whole world has gone mad.

A few of the creatures skitter towards her, tails poised to strike. A few summoned blocks puts the fight out of them quickly. Still, she's forced to admit she can't work in this environment. She moves on, blasting any creatures -- or anybody -- that gets in her way. She's not trying for fatal force on the human ones... but she can't be blamed for her actions if they try too hard, can she?

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What. "At least YOUR eyes are open. Or is it your mind? I'm fairly certain I never stated such things out loud." She looks him over. "Then again, maybe your mind opened itself a little TOO much."

She's still slightly bothered by the similarity to the other boy. Is this another situation like with those two irritating elves? What a bother. "Anyway, how on Earth can you be so happy in this situation? It's utter chaos!" As if to punctuate, she whips her staff behind her, sending another block down on an approaching group of scorpions.

Shruuuug.

"Sounds about right, yeah."

He stabs the sword through another scorpion to free his hands somewhat before drawing out an Evoker and putting it to his head. With the sound of shattering glass, he fires, his head jerking to one side as blue light spirals up to form a slender winged form.

"High Pixie, Mazio!"

He briefly clicks his tongue at the resulting sheet of lightning - apparently it wasn't as large as he really wanted - before lifting up his sword again and smiling at you.

"New experiences are a treasure beyond price, you know! 'Specially when you're a creaky old timer like me."

"Hmph. Old timer? I'd be surprised if you have hair on your chin." He's making her uncomfortable. She's been around enough madmen to tell when someone is completely off their nut. There's an odd congeniality to his madness, but it's still madness nonetheless, and you never know when you can set off these types. Especially one who thinks he's as powerful as the universe.

"Anyway, if I wanted new experiences, I'd go traveling, not get embroiled in a nearly apocalyptic conflict."

He seems quite taken with something you said, stroking his chin in contemplation.

"Ooo. I wonder what I'd look like with a beard!"

A quick shrug as he swings the sword through another group of scorpions, leaving a trail of ash behind the blade's passage.

"Anyway, I'm almost at seventeen hundred years old! I just need another decade or so."

He concentrates briefly to summon his Persona again, sending out another sheet of lightning, before continuing his rambling.

"It'd be pretty cool to be able to travel! I couldn't, of course, but it'd be neat."

She narrows her eyes a bit. Is he serious? She honestly can't tell whether he speaks truth, or simply insanity. Best to play it safe. "Well, don't you look good for your age? You probably still get carded in bars."

She swings around, launching a few dark orbs at oncoming scorpions that send them scattering then turns back to him. "I'd ask why you can't, but I don't particularly care. Still, I suppose if you wish to explain, I can't hold you back." She has kind of a bad feeling about his answer, though.

"High Pixie, Swift Strike!"

As he summons his Persona again, a visible wave of force spreads out from it, crushing scorpions it passes over.

"Oh, I didn't have free will is all. You know any Garu spells?"

On the first sentence, his tone is perfectly matter-of-fact, while as he switches gears and asks about the Garu spells a faint trace of excitement creeps into his voice.

Okay, that? Strikes a little too close to home for her comfort. No free will, and he ends up like this... would she have gone similarly insane in a few hundred more years? The thought frightens her more than anything else. And here he is, so nonchalant about it! If she wasn't slightly fearful of this boy, she'd be annoyed.

She tsks. "Afraid not. And none of my regular spells are equivalent, so don't bother asking. Do I want to know why you ask?"

He lifts the sword a little and rotates his wrists, causing the tip to move in small circles.

"Y'know, one of those fuel-air bomb thingies."

A slight shrug at this.

"Ah well. You ever had a taco, Miss Misery?"

She's not honestly sure what's more jarring: the fact he seems to know her name already, or the sudden change in subject.

"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with them, Mr. 'Universe,' and this hardly seems the time to be discussing them."

"I can just barely remember them myself!"

All smiles, this guy.

"Anyway, I'm just trying to figure out what I should bring for tomorrow's victory feast."

It's said with utter confidence, as if he is unable to conceive of either the possibility of losing or the unlikeliness of a feast.

She blasts another one. "My, aren't we confident? You're assuming this is ours to win." Not that she had particularly entertained the idea of losing herself -- but only because to do so would result in something undoubtedly unimaginable, and she was enjoying her freedom in relative anonymity in this place.

A nod and a smile that is much too wide as he sends out another Mazio.

"Well, they just got everything started, after all! No point starting an event like this if we can't handle it, right?"

It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World

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