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[gforceinmyfaaaace]

Who: Pit. OPEN.
Where: Starting from the Libra apartments, but anywhere, really.
Summary: THIS. IS. WAR!!! Or: Pit goes clubbin'.
Warnings: Pit

Pit's pretty sure he doesn't have to go to work today.

Which means he's free to wear his tunic.

Which means he's free to go outside his apartment with a club and start clobbering some scorpions. Normally, this club wouldn't be his first choice; but he found out by accident that its strength had increased significantly, as had one of his claws. But claws aren't good against creepy crawly things on the ground, so club it is!

A bit unfortunate for the people who try to attack him, alas, though he tries to be generous with his pixelated shiny new persona, which, he has found, has a handy if not terribly accurate instant-KO skill.

But it's not terribly accurate.

Which means most zombies get clubbed.

Comments

[ineedthemforanalyzing]

"Then why are we talking instead of running...?" Latooni asked, rhetorically. "The apartments are this way, I think!"

With that, she begins backpedaling and directing her Persona to smash more of the bugs. If nothing else, it tended to stun them.

[pistolsakimbo]

"C'mon, chicken wings!" Rune shouted at Pit, reaching over and grabbing a fistful of feathers from said chicken wings as she tried to get him to retreat with them.

[gforceinmyfaaaace]

"Owowowowow!" he whines. But he's dragged away, anyway, even if he's in too much discomfort to ward the scorpions away with his persona.

This is like pulling his arm, only, like, a really thin arm!!!

[ineedthemforanalyzing]

Latooni, aside from finding this situation vaguely familiar somehow, leads the way, turning back occasionally to let Vasilisa cover the other two with curbstomps or fired icicles.

Not that she had any idea why it could shoot icicles, but when you have a weapon that works, worry about the current combat situation before questioning it.