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Conquestum Paradisi
Conquestum Paradisi
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What: Closing Arena Ceremonies, Part 2
Where: Aries Arena & Televised
Summary: 1/24/10AC
Warnings: This could get serious...but who knows.
Finally it was time for the mayor, Kazuki Sakahagi, to speak up. Not even an thirty minutes left to the celebrations, but seeing him go appeared to be lighting up a spark in the citizens. It wasn't too hard to see why; his enthusiastic grin and way of walking could easily melt anyone's worry away.
He walked to the center stage as cheering broke out, two men in black and Junko Tanako behind him.
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He could still rely on his friends, couldn't he?
He is opening his mouth to respond to Misery in kind when he suddenly realizes something with a sharp gasp of surprise.
...........Time has stopped.
Before him, the scene is frozen in place. He can see their enemy in half-stride, heart-shaped mask set upon his face; underneath it, no doubt, a sadistic grin. He can see the remnants of the miasma, floating harmlessly in the air, unable to affect them in this moment outside of time. And he can see...... Misery. Whom he notes, with some surprise, is clearly experiencing this alongside him. He manages a wan smile before he returns to glancing around their eerie surroundings once again.
This is... familiar. He has felt this sensation once before... That time, it had been in the Velvet Room, under Igor's watchful nose. ...Eyes. Watchful eyes. Atsuro becomes aware, dimly, of a sound rather like glass breaking and tinkling to the floor. Then... a whisper inside his head.
Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
Do with us as thou wilt!
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She looks around, bewildered. What on EARTH was going on NOW? They didn't need these distractions...
She frowns. Atsuro is there as well, shooting her a smile. Her eyes narrow a bit, and look at their opponent. "I am thou... thou art I..."
And then THAT MAN is no longer there, instead replaced by these strange new beings. Strange, familiar, and... somehow more comfortable. And with them, the awareness of new abilities.
Do with us as thou wilt...
Perhaps she shall indeed.
Time restarts. And somehow she communicates a thought to her... companion. "Let's see how delicate this little flower is, eh? Sisters? Vicious Strike."
A delirious cackling, and the sisters surge forth with glee, swiping with wickedly sharp nails at their foes.
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Oh.
Well then.
This was unexpected.
...new plan.
Hearts stalled to a halt when the two Persona before him merged into one - well, three, but of the same being - and took a cautious step back into the welcoming embrace of his own Persona. Mephistopheles's hands (or what shadowy impressions resembled them) pressed against his shoulders, the dark miasma a comforting warmth against his skin.
"A-Ahaha, wait, wait wait wait-!"
Hearts threw up his hands when the new Persona attacked, cowering against Mephistopheles when the Vicious Strike lashed out. His Persona moved to protect him, but he still felt the effects of the attack, letting out a pained whine and staggering down on one knee when Mephistophele's form wavered from the force of the strike.
"A-Ahh, no! No, please don't!" Hearts yelped, his arms over his head protectively as Mephistopheles struggled to pull itself back together. "Don't! If you attack it even more it'll scatter and leave me alone!"
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"...Look, he's floundering. This is supposed to be when we offer him a chance to give up, right?"
Before him, the Weird Sisters appear once more, standing now with strange staves held before them. A certain darkness arises around them as they begin to whisper...
Hoarfrost from the northern wastes,
Bring the gelid bite, unplac'd;
And the depths of bog and fen:
Chill the bone, again, again!
Now the body, weak, shall stumble
'Neath the brittle burden, crumble.
Though his soul cannot be lost,
Yet he shall regret such cost!
Peace! the charm is good!
Sisters - as thou wouldst!
One after another, each witch points their two-pronged staff towards Hearts and his Persona. And one after another, a howling gale of hail and ice blasts forth to assail their enemy. ...Atsuro frowns, though, as one of the spells goes off course. Ice Dance strikes only twice.
"Let's offer him a chance to give up after he's unconscious."
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She looks for a convenient piece of rubble or debris and, spotting a garbage can, casually teleports it over the "quavering" man's head and drops it. She doesn't buy your act for a second, buddy, she's seen it before.
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Very smart.
Abruptly Hearts uncoiled and did a backwards roll, smoothly rising to his feet in the same movement as the rubbish bin clanged loudly on the floor where he had been.
"No mercy, is it? How cruel of you all, how admirable."
The man laughed, and the noise whispered in both Misery and Atsuro's mind through Mephistopheles - who at this point was just a blurry, indistinct blob. A blob that faded faster and faster until-
It abruptly exploded, miasma spewing out in a great rush. Hearts didn't hesitate for a moment. As the black miasma surged over his opponents, he lifted his hand, the blue card of a Persona summoning-!
"Ramiel!"
Again the angelic being erupted to life, fire roaring to life. There was one drawback to Mephistopheles's miasma. It was flammable. Very very flammable. So with the ring of fire closing around them again-
The miasma clinging to all three of them - Persona included - ignited instantly, and a massive explosion ensued.
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In the moments before the explosion engulfed him, time seemed to slow again, if only in his own mind. He reflected on what he might have done differently and came up only with the thought that perhaps he ought to have started with Laksmi in place, although... given her own weakness, it was a bit of a gamble. She would take massive damage from Ramiel, but then, spending every turn casting Mediarahan wasn't a terrible idea, either. It was really the miasma that was the main difficulty...
...Ah! Of course. That was it.
"Next time we go up against this guy... Null Curse and Fire Drain."
See how he liked that. This incomprehensible thought may reach Misery; a second incomprehensible thought follows shortly after.
"Gates...!
Then the force of the explosion reaches them.
He hears a small gasp behind him; the goddess of the dance is Weak to Fire, and he imagines she is immediately destroyed, reverting to data that returns to his COMP. Even in destruction, Laksmi's cries were gentle. He hadn't the least idea where Badb Catha had flown off to - had she stayed nearby, perhaps they could have teleported out in a last-ditch attempt to flee.
As for Atsuro himself... At a solidly high level with no elemental weaknesses, an attack of this sort would have left him severely injured but still capable of recovering under normal circumstances.
Too bad his defenses had been completely drained by the Mutation attack.
When the dust has cleared, Atsuro can be found enjoying a dirt nap with more clothing damage than anyone really wanted to see. Fire was awkward like that.
HP: 1/521
MP: 172/195
He stirs with a low moan.
His survival and retained consciousness is less a miracle than it is the work of Endure.
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The explosion wraps around her, the feel of flames and pressure ripping through her, sending her flying backwards towards a wall. She smacks into it, feeling something snap in her chest, before crumpling into a heap. Lacking any similar capacity to endure, she is out for the count.
Although she can't help but feel, shortly before she loses all senses, that this defeat is an all too familiar feeling for her.
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As the smoke from the explosion cleared, Hearts was still standing, completely unmarked from the explosion. There was a thin layer of soot covering his mask, but aside from that...
It appeared his Persona had shielded him from the brunt of the explosion, the giant wings having cocooned him from the blast, and the Persona itself absorbing the heat before it could harm its master. Now pleased at having regained the upper hand, Hearts decided to stroll over to the miraculously conscious Atsuro.
"Well well well, you are a stubborn one," Hearts said, nudging Atsuro's shoulder with his boot. "Your bitch friend passed out before you! Wasn't expecting that. Maybe I should just stomp on your neck 'til it snaps."
Hearts's voice was filled with sick glee, and he very gently pressed his boot against Atsuro's neck, as if preparing to crush the windpipe. But... thankfully he moved away, dismissing his Persona with a wave of his hand.
"Nah, I'll leave you here. Mission accomplished and all that. Enjoy dying, or surviving, or whatever happens..."
And with that Hearts left without a backwards glance. Their entertainment value was gone, and therefore, unworthy or any further attention. Hahaha...
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He had survived a demon invasion, a war for demon supremacy, the possible end of the world as he knew it, and as far as he knew, even an encounter with the source of all demons itself. To lose now to some psychopath with an overgrown blowtorch...
He had always believed in the strength of humanity. In some respects, it was his defining trait. Because of his belief, he could follow Kazuya wherever he went, be it as the next Messiah or the Lord of all Demons, trusting that his humanity would win out. Because of his belief, he could have faith in his people to make the right decisions when it came to the matter of controlling demons, to grant them the power that would allow them to progress into a new age of human civilization never seen before. Because of his belief...
Because of his belief, he had befriended a witch. And together, they had reached into the depths of their hearts to pull forth a miracle.
Would his belief die along with him...?
"Don't... call her that................ asshole."
If he hadn't the physical strength to defy what this person stood for, he could still manage the words. Atsuro couldn't know it, intellectually, but he was instinctively aware that in no reality out there did he leave his closest friend behind to fend for his own. Loyalty. Faith. Friendship. Compassion and understanding and trust and all of that gushy sappy stuff. Whether or not they truly held any strength, he could never accept a world where such things were meaningless...
He draws a heavy breath and feels the heavy foot upon his neck. If he is to die, then...
He would come back and haunt this person for the rest of his days.
No, not the time. Wrong thought to have.
If he is to die... it would be in defense of such things. Not out of guilt that he hadn't been able to prevent the slaughter here tonight, not out of visceral anger at the sight of the travesties. He would fight these people because he could not accept the world they desired, a world where lives were meaningful only in proportion to the power that life controlled. He would fight for his belief.
It was that simple.
...It seems a small eternity before the man above him removes his foot and walks away with a chuckle.
When he is gone, Atsuro allows a rattling gasp to escape his body before he lifts his head from its resting place against the ground.
...
He had to get them to safety.