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destinystrings2012-09-22 05:02 pm
otakuro) wrote in destinystrings2012-09-22 05:02 pm
Free Battle: Capricorn
Who: Atsuro Kihara, Open
Where: Leo -> Capricorn District, night
Summary: Skill cracking, magnetite-farming, and leveling up. Atsuro's no stranger to training...
Warnings: None
[private, voice to Ludwig Beilschmidt]
Hey, ah... Ludwig. ...Do you mind if I call you that?
We're getting close to another full moon. ...That's when they said the demons came out in full force, right? I think we should try and get a handle on summoning our Personas before we have to face something else like last time. I've tried to call Enki a few more times; I don't think it's possible just to do it for fun - it might not work unless we're really in danger.
Can we meet tonight by the town hall in Leo? Let's say... about 11:30. I saw you were asking about Personas; I can fill you in on what Enki can do then before we head out.
[public text]
Hey! I'm heading out to do some training tonight. Free Battles are a free action, right? Don't wait up; I won't be getting back until after that 13th Hour.
Feel free to join me if you want. I'll be outside Capricorn.
[action, town hall]
Half an hour to go.
Atsuro shuffles nervously in front of the hall, his fingers toying with the adjustable strap on his bag. The text had essentially been spam; he wasn't sure why he'd felt the urge to announce his plans to the whole city. He'd met maybe ten people here. Probably three or four of them actually cared. Naoya, of course, would want to keep tabs on him, but Naoya kept tabs on everything without anyone needing to check in, anyway.
The real reason, of course, was so that someone would come looking if he ended up dead or unconscious somewhere. He wasn't afraid of the demons... Not really. A pack of Waira were nothing in comparison to Belberith or Babel. But he'd been shaken; the idea of being plucked from the verge of defeat by what was essentially a happy coincidence didn't sit well with him. What if it'd been a one-time deal? What if his Persona just... never came out again?
Thou art I and I am thou. He'd never thought of himself as a great fighter. All he'd ever wanted to do was survive. No one had asked him to join a team or become a part of something greater - He, along with the rest of Tokyo, had simply been thrust into a situation where they had to pull out all stops if they wanted to live to see the next sunrise. Of course, he'd given it his all. But after living through those seven days of terror and panic, these three weeks of leisure had reminded him... This was what he'd been fighting for. So that the world would go back to normal and he could resume his normal life. Did he really want to stay here and keep on fighting? For some purpose he didn't even fully understand? Yeah, it was neat and exciting and novel. But so was the thought of playing an MMO with his forum buddies again, cramming for placement exams, and hanging out with Yuzu and Kazuya at the mall.
...He sighs slightly and shakes himself out of his thoughts. The important thing at the moment was to gain control of this power he didn't understand. Making a decision when he still felt lost and confused... Probably wasn't the best idea.
Atsuro finally stops fidgeting and seats himself on the steps of the building, watching the nightlife die down as the 13th Hour rapidly approaches. Ludwig ought to show up soon. ...Maybe some others would too. He finds himself scanning the faces of those passing by, hoping to find someone familiar.
Where: Leo -> Capricorn District, night
Summary: Skill cracking, magnetite-farming, and leveling up. Atsuro's no stranger to training...
Warnings: None
[private, voice to Ludwig Beilschmidt]
Hey, ah... Ludwig. ...Do you mind if I call you that?
We're getting close to another full moon. ...That's when they said the demons came out in full force, right? I think we should try and get a handle on summoning our Personas before we have to face something else like last time. I've tried to call Enki a few more times; I don't think it's possible just to do it for fun - it might not work unless we're really in danger.
Can we meet tonight by the town hall in Leo? Let's say... about 11:30. I saw you were asking about Personas; I can fill you in on what Enki can do then before we head out.
[public text]
Hey! I'm heading out to do some training tonight. Free Battles are a free action, right? Don't wait up; I won't be getting back until after that 13th Hour.
Feel free to join me if you want. I'll be outside Capricorn.
[action, town hall]
Half an hour to go.
Atsuro shuffles nervously in front of the hall, his fingers toying with the adjustable strap on his bag. The text had essentially been spam; he wasn't sure why he'd felt the urge to announce his plans to the whole city. He'd met maybe ten people here. Probably three or four of them actually cared. Naoya, of course, would want to keep tabs on him, but Naoya kept tabs on everything without anyone needing to check in, anyway.
The real reason, of course, was so that someone would come looking if he ended up dead or unconscious somewhere. He wasn't afraid of the demons... Not really. A pack of Waira were nothing in comparison to Belberith or Babel. But he'd been shaken; the idea of being plucked from the verge of defeat by what was essentially a happy coincidence didn't sit well with him. What if it'd been a one-time deal? What if his Persona just... never came out again?
Thou art I and I am thou. He'd never thought of himself as a great fighter. All he'd ever wanted to do was survive. No one had asked him to join a team or become a part of something greater - He, along with the rest of Tokyo, had simply been thrust into a situation where they had to pull out all stops if they wanted to live to see the next sunrise. Of course, he'd given it his all. But after living through those seven days of terror and panic, these three weeks of leisure had reminded him... This was what he'd been fighting for. So that the world would go back to normal and he could resume his normal life. Did he really want to stay here and keep on fighting? For some purpose he didn't even fully understand? Yeah, it was neat and exciting and novel. But so was the thought of playing an MMO with his forum buddies again, cramming for placement exams, and hanging out with Yuzu and Kazuya at the mall.
...He sighs slightly and shakes himself out of his thoughts. The important thing at the moment was to gain control of this power he didn't understand. Making a decision when he still felt lost and confused... Probably wasn't the best idea.
Atsuro finally stops fidgeting and seats himself on the steps of the building, watching the nightlife die down as the 13th Hour rapidly approaches. Ludwig ought to show up soon. ...Maybe some others would too. He finds himself scanning the faces of those passing by, hoping to find someone familiar.
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"You expecting something to happen on the full moon?" Maybe another attack from the Anoli or something -- they'd been awful quiet since that last burst of activity.
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He shrugs and laughs in a resigned sort of manner. "The important thing is to be prepared, right?"
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"It's kinda strange, though, seeing everyone pack and head inside at midnight. That never happened back in the Japan I'm from. But I guess you can get used to an awful lot." He sighed. "So anyway, you're an import, too, right? Not native."
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"It's a law, isn't it? Especially for those without Personas - they have guards making sure that everyone in the city heads inside when the 13th Hour comes." It was getting close to the time. There was practically no one else on the streets apart from the two of them. "Yeah, I'm not from around here, either. I wouldn't be training, otherwise."
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Eiji glanced at his watch. "Well, guess it's about time. 'Scuse me a second." He snapped his driver belt around his waist, snapping three medals into the slots and scanning them.
"Taka! Tora! Batta!" the belt announced.
"♪ TaToBa TaToBa TaToBa ♪"
A few moments and a flashy lightshow later, Eiji was suited up and ready to go, dancing from boot to boot as he tasted the power welling up in his limbs. "All right! I've got a good feeling about today!"
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"What." Atsuro takes another quick step or two back. "You, uh. You... Huh."
Apparently, he was in the presence of a superhero of some sort. It brought back to mind the type of live action shows that had been popular in his youth; something about Rangers of some sort. Feather Rangers?
"...Where were you keeping all of that?"
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The long metal claws tucked against the backs of his forearms snapped into place over his fingers, forming weapons clearly designed for slashing at an opponent in close quarters. "By the way, do you not have a weapon or anything?"
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"Uh. ...Yeah. No. ...The 'anything' part. ...Not having a weapon, I mean."
He coughs slightly.
"My fists do the job, mostly. ...And my demons."
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He ducked, turning to face it, but found it was something else entirely -- it had the wings and talons, all right, but... was that a necklace around its neck? And three legs?
Eiji tensed as it dove for him again, but this time he was ready, raking the Tora Claws across its breast as it arrowed towards him. "Looks like the early crowd's here!"
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Atsuro instinctively clutches onto his hat as he drops to his knees, plunging a hand into a pocket. "Geez! Don't they have some sort of chime that sounds at midnight or something?" The demon looked vaguely familiar, but minor subtleties set it apart from the Avian types he'd grown familiar with back home. Speaking of which...
"Badb Catha! Power!" In a flash of light, Atsuro's demons appear beside him. "Ground that bird!" The angel and the raven don't waste any time taking to the air to chase after the Yatagarasu.