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Who: Pit. Open.
Where: Capricorn. (His headmate is not happy.)
Summary: Pit takes out his aggression on random monsters during the 13th Hour.
Warnings: RAAAR and I'M GONNA KEEL U

Pit's in a bad mood. That's why he's out in Capricorn during the 13th Hour with a bow he's using to beat up monsters with, at close range--when he isn't summoning Perseus to do that for him. Pit's pretty agile, but he can't take on a bunch of monsters on his own. Well, not without his persona. He's not thinking about back-up in the form of a sparring partner, 'cause it's whenever he thinks about other people that he starts hitting monsters the hardest.

You'd think he'd be happier to see familiar faces from home!

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Dark Pit let out a groan as he picked himself up from the pavement. Dammit, at this rate he was going to end up Fin--

...oh hell.

"Pit!"

Damn him... they were so grossly out numbered here; why the hell did he think it was a good idea to take care of this by himself?! Were he not an improperly made reflection of Pit, he probably would have just left him there... but Pit's sense of justice was still instilled deep in him. There was no way he could just leave him there, even if he had brought this misery on himself. But what the hell could he do by himself!?

Thou art I... I am thou...

...aw hell no. Dark Pit flinched, used to voices in his head, but... dammit, it sounded like her voice! Was this supposed to be his Persona? Dammit, butterfly guy, this was not funny or ironic!

The Shadows were starting toward him again, making him back up, bow trained on them. Well... right now what choice did he have?

"Tch... just this once," he muttered, drawing out that inner voice... "Persona!"

The light of his inner soul burst out from him and...

...oh.

Oh that is not the Pandora he knew. What the hell was that on the top there? How was this PG? What the hell. Sure, it was getting the job done as it roasted the monsters that were swarming Pit, but still. What the hell.

Mmm, it's nice and warm here. Toasty, even.

Wait. Toasty...?

Pit slowly comes to--then quickly, as it's hard to ignore the flames roaring around him.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"

He flails to his feet (yes, flails). And stops.

And stares.

WHAT. THE HELL. IS THAT THING. OVER YOUR HEAD, PITTOO???

Hey, he's not enjoying it very much either, but you were passed out! He didn't have much of a choice. At least it was proving itself useful by setting everything on fire, but he wasn't entirely sure about its appearance...

"Pit! Get outta there!"

"R-right!"

He dashes through the flames, summoning Perseus to perform a Mind Slice on the monsters that aren't going down--all the while staring at Dark Pit's persona as if he was programmed to, as if he was hunting down a sniper at the end of a trail, looking at him all the while.

Dark Pit's persona swiveled around a bit to watch Pit make a dash for it... revealing that Pit's own face was meshed into that disgusting blob. It stared at him for his whole dash, until it could not do so without turning around.

Yeah he's not staring at it anymore.

"Pit-- Dark Pit, your soul is really disturbing."

"You don't need to tell me this!"

Dark Pit started backing away, watching as Pandora kept burning the hell out of everything in front of it.

"We gotta run. It's not safe here."

"Right! Engaging abscond mode!" he cries, before exiting, st age left.

Or whichever direction is safest.

...seriously, Pit? You couldn't wait for him?

"Ugh... Pandora!"

His Persona let loose another bought of Hellishly hot flames as Dark Pit spun around and hauled ass after his original, his Persona disappearing once he was far away enough.

Pit's waiting for him a safe distance away, keeping his eye out for any pursuing monsters. There doesn't seem to be any, thankfully. Which is good, 'cause Pit's out of breath.

Dark Pit eventually came to a stumbling stop behind him, bending over and clutching his knees as he gasped for breath back. Wow, that... sucked. So sucked.

"Are you hurt? Do you need me to cast another healing spell?"

'Cast another healing spell'. Out of a shooting game and straight into a RPG, eh?

"I'll survive until I get back to my apartment."

He flopped back against the wall, letting out a breath.

Pit's hovering over him, but not too close.

"Um...I can help you back once you've caught your breath."

Dark Pit rolled his eyes. "I don't need help, just... a little tired, that's all."

A-apparently first time summoning took a lot out of people? He was trying very hard to get his heart to stop pounding and his head to stop swimming, but it wasn't exactly working as planned.

"It's always pretty tiring after the first time. Even if you don't want my help, I'm not gonna leave you here alone."

"I told you, I'm f--"

Okay, no, he's not fine. Because as soon as he went to move, he ended up face planting against the ground.

Pit makes a face which can best be described as "mmmhmmm" before scooping down to hoist his twin off the sidewalk.

"You need my help."

Dark Pit grumbled in annoyance... but he had his arm slung over his original's shoulders. It was a very reluctant arm. Can you just FEEL the reluctance radiating off that arm, Pit?

"...tch. Fine. Just this once."

Dark Pit will feel a slight bump from Pit's wings as they stretch out a bit because EEE HE'S LETTING HIM HELP EEE

"Alright! You live in Pisces, right?"

Dark Pit rolled his eyes in exasperation. Geeze, Pit...

"Yeah, floor and apartment six."

"I think that's around where Rune lives," he says, starting to move forward.

BUT WAIT! "...uh, forget I said that."

Busted, Pit. Have a bit of a smirk from your twin.

"Who?"

"A friend! Just a friend."

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