[Whoops!! Minato's not all too pleased about that (what nonsense is this...?) but when in Rome...
Adaptability has always been his strongest suit, and so he doesn't really hesitate to follow suit. Can't let his fellow Wild Cards show him up, right...?
He flings himself forward, ducking around the Shadow nimbly (though not quite so much as their new pal in the Phantom Thief outfit...) and reaching out to yank its mask off as well.
So.
Now they've got three Abaddons. Nice! That sucks, because neither of them have psy skills!!]
[three Abaddons! ah ha ha! and three is just enough to surround them in a tight circle. Akira finds himself backpedaling back towards Minato and Souji, standing against them with his back almost pressed against theirs as he stares down the Abaddon he released earlier. none of them have Psy skills, but. . .]
[his mouth curves upward, wicked and sharp, eyes flashing. his own hand flies to his mask, fingers pressed against the edges]
Drains curse, physical and gun skills. [Futaba isn't here, but Akira has Abaddon's weaknesses and resistances memorized] Weak to Psy and Nuke. Act accordingly.
[d-don't mind the way his voice takes on a leadery, slightly authoritative edge]
In other words-- hell yes we can beat them.
[and with that?]
[he tears the white mask from his face, allows it to burn into nothing between his fingers. blue fire swirls around his form, dances across his legs and shoulders as his inner self-- Satanael-- rises into being]
Satanael!
[that neon blue explosion that rockets the train car and slams into the nearest Abaddon? that's a Cosmic Flare attack. none of them have Psy skills, but Akira has a single Nuke skill under his belt. and right now, that's all he needs]
Souji, on the other hand, has no idea what the hell Psy and Nuke are, and since it doesn't seem to involve actual nukes, he... is still very much at a loss. But if physical attacks won't work, then he's just going to follow Minato's example and unleash a Megidolaon. It's not an effective skill, but it's still going to hurt. ]
Minato understands nothing, but he's not going to question it right now.
It's very irritating that they drain physical (is that right...?) but he's not going to argue it. Instead, he also is going to fling a megidolaon out there; he lifts the Evoker to his temple, and--
Well.
Megidolaon is always intense, honestly, so it does a very good job of knocking down the ones Akira hasn't targeted.]
[one Megidolaon is a powerhouse of an assault, but two? two is practically overkill in any situation, which is probably why the combined force of Souji and Minato's attacks are enough to knock the remaining two Abaddon's off of their "feet" despite the lack of any weakness to almighty magic]
[Abaddon is a high level Shadow, but with all three of them knocked down, Akira leaps back and reaches for his dagger-- ah. well, he reaches for the space where his dagger usually is and makes a face when his fingers close around thin air. right. okay. no all out attacks for them just yet]
Again! Press the advantage while they're down!
[AKIRA YOU DON'T HAVE TO BARK ORDERS TO THEM--]
[anyway, he flings another Cosmic Flare across the train car at the downed Shadow ahead of him, which is enough to tear through the Abaddon's blobby form and rip it to Shadowy pieces. all of which flop onto the ground and dissolve into goop and smoke afterwards. bye bye, Shadow. . .!]
[ He's not barking orders right now, and he's either speaking to Minato or the Persona manifesting in front of him again, or possibly both-- but sure enough, another Megidolaon brightens up the entire car, slamming into the two remaining Abaddons.
That handily takes care of the Shadows, honestly; Minato doesn't have to do one more anything with Souji tossing out another megidolaon like that and Akira flinging out his...whatever those are.
... ANYWAY.
Minato immediately just kind of flicks his hair back from his face (it settles back into place immediately) as the Shadows ooze away, tilting his head.]
... That worked, at least. [It was pretty unpolished, but it's fine, they're fine.]
[Akira glances back at the other two just in time to catch Minato’s little hair flick (kind of cute. . .), and he lets out a gentle snort at the commentary]
It was a little rough, but we managed. Now we should—
[he doesn’t finish his statement]
[BECAUSE LIKE, FIVE MORE CONDUCTOR SHADOWS APPEAR. . . and all of them are yelling, catch those thieves! as they block the pathway forward. the only way to go is back from which they came]
— we should get out of here and regroup before we actually try to make our way through this place!
[they need weapons. they need items. they can’t beat a Palace with Personas alone]
[and Tama-chan is waiting for them as soon as they stumble back into the station, watching them all with a bright expression. Akira straightens and adjusts his collar, now that his clothes are back to normal, and exhales]
Right. . . okay. So we have a Palace— dungeon?— to clear, for reasons we still don’t know. But that’s a step forward, right?
... We'll need to prepare ourselves. Weapons, healing items... I think, Kurusu-san, I'd also appreciate a rundown on those Shadows. The Shadows I'm used to dealing with didn't need to have their masks ripped off.
[well, that was easy. then again, it was easy with Ann, Ryuji and Morgana, too. but those three had sounded way more enthused about it, and the relatively cool response (from Minato in particular) does leave him a bit uncertain that they're really okay with it]
[even so. . . he'll do his best. and so Akira suck in a deep breath, shoulders sagging as he exhales]
I'm not injured. But speaking of, do either of you have a Dia spell?
[and speaking of weapons! Tama-chan has meandered off to a nearby vending machine and is now pawing at it insistently. nya]
[Souji will find. . . . . a vending machine full of weapons! yay! they're real weapons, too. none of that fake shit Akira deals with. ONLY THE REAL DEAL, HERE]
[Tama parks herself at the base of the machine and washes her paw]
All right. We'll be counting on you-- [a beat] Arisato?
[also mentally placing Minato at the top of the "do not get killed and always protect" list]
[. . . there's really not any hesitation in the way he chooses Minato's given name over his family one. because sure, Arisato (and even Seta, come to think of it) would've maintained a certain amount of distance. but Akira always preferred to drop formalities for a more comfortable address. and while he still held his heart close to his chest, the days of approaching everyone with wariness and mistrust were (sort of) over]
[so. Minato it is. and Souji, too]
If there are vending machines with weapons, think there are some with equipment and battle items?
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Adaptability has always been his strongest suit, and so he doesn't really hesitate to follow suit. Can't let his fellow Wild Cards show him up, right...?
He flings himself forward, ducking around the Shadow nimbly (though not quite so much as their new pal in the Phantom Thief outfit...) and reaching out to yank its mask off as well.
So.
Now they've got three Abaddons. Nice! That sucks, because neither of them have psy skills!!]
Can we beat them now?
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[his mouth curves upward, wicked and sharp, eyes flashing. his own hand flies to his mask, fingers pressed against the edges]
Drains curse, physical and gun skills. [Futaba isn't here, but Akira has Abaddon's weaknesses and resistances memorized] Weak to Psy and Nuke. Act accordingly.
[d-don't mind the way his voice takes on a leadery, slightly authoritative edge]
In other words-- hell yes we can beat them.
[and with that?]
[he tears the white mask from his face, allows it to burn into nothing between his fingers. blue fire swirls around his form, dances across his legs and shoulders as his inner self-- Satanael-- rises into being]
Satanael!
[that neon blue explosion that rockets the train car and slams into the nearest Abaddon? that's a Cosmic Flare attack. none of them have Psy skills, but Akira has a single Nuke skill under his belt. and right now, that's all he needs]
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[ Well, great job for Akira!
Souji, on the other hand, has no idea what the hell Psy and Nuke are, and since it doesn't seem to involve actual nukes, he... is still very much at a loss. But if physical attacks won't work, then he's just going to follow Minato's example and unleash a Megidolaon. It's not an effective skill, but it's still going to hurt. ]
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Minato understands nothing, but he's not going to question it right now.
It's very irritating that they drain physical (is that right...?) but he's not going to argue it. Instead, he also is going to fling a megidolaon out there; he lifts the Evoker to his temple, and--
Well.
Megidolaon is always intense, honestly, so it does a very good job of knocking down the ones Akira hasn't targeted.]
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[Abaddon is a high level Shadow, but with all three of them knocked down, Akira leaps back and reaches for his dagger-- ah. well, he reaches for the space where his dagger usually is and makes a face when his fingers close around thin air. right. okay. no all out attacks for them just yet]
Again! Press the advantage while they're down!
[AKIRA YOU DON'T HAVE TO BARK ORDERS TO THEM--]
[anyway, he flings another Cosmic Flare across the train car at the downed Shadow ahead of him, which is enough to tear through the Abaddon's blobby form and rip it to Shadowy pieces. all of which flop onto the ground and dissolve into goop and smoke afterwards. bye bye, Shadow. . .!]
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[ He's not barking orders right now, and he's either speaking to Minato or the Persona manifesting in front of him again, or possibly both-- but sure enough, another Megidolaon brightens up the entire car, slamming into the two remaining Abaddons.
Today sure is a great day for a light show! ]
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That handily takes care of the Shadows, honestly; Minato doesn't have to do one more anything with Souji tossing out another megidolaon like that and Akira flinging out his...whatever those are.
... ANYWAY.
Minato immediately just kind of flicks his hair back from his face (it settles back into place immediately) as the Shadows ooze away, tilting his head.]
... That worked, at least. [It was pretty unpolished, but it's fine, they're fine.]
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[Akira glances back at the other two just in time to catch Minato’s little hair flick (kind of cute. . .), and he lets out a gentle snort at the commentary]
It was a little rough, but we managed. Now we should—
[he doesn’t finish his statement]
[BECAUSE LIKE, FIVE MORE CONDUCTOR SHADOWS APPEAR. . . and all of them are yelling, catch those thieves! as they block the pathway forward. the only way to go is back from which they came]
— we should get out of here and regroup before we actually try to make our way through this place!
[they need weapons. they need items. they can’t beat a Palace with Personas alone]
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[ Still as quiet as ever, but Souji's of the very firm opinion that he definitely needs more than a chair leg to fight with.
So!!
Time to bolt in the opposite direction. ]
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No complaints here--let's get out of here!!
And soon enough...they find themselves tumbling back into their mysterious train station hub.]
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Right. . . okay. So we have a Palace— dungeon?— to clear, for reasons we still don’t know. But that’s a step forward, right?
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... We'll need to prepare ourselves. Weapons, healing items... I think, Kurusu-san, I'd also appreciate a rundown on those Shadows. The Shadows I'm used to dealing with didn't need to have their masks ripped off.
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... You seem more familiar with these sorts of Shadows than we are. We'll need your guidance with this.
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[giving the two of them a somewhat confused expression]
Your Shadows were different?
[huh]
[his gaze flickers between the two, before he dips his fingers into his pockets and shrugs]
. . . I don't mind taking the lead on this one if you two don't. Is that okay?
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But it's fine with me. I'll follow your lead.
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Less effort for him, so.]
Whatever's fine.
We've got to find weapons first, right? Is anyone injured?
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[even so. . . he'll do his best. and so Akira suck in a deep breath, shoulders sagging as he exhales]
I'm not injured. But speaking of, do either of you have a Dia spell?
[and speaking of weapons! Tama-chan has meandered off to a nearby vending machine and is now pawing at it insistently. nya]
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[ Oops. But he's heading over to the vending machine because Souji is always going to be distracted by Cat. ]
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I have Salvation. I can heal us.
[So they're pretty set with any injuries, so long as Minato's not the one dying.]
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[Tama parks herself at the base of the machine and washes her paw]
All right. We'll be counting on you-- [a beat] Arisato?
[also mentally placing Minato at the top of the "do not get killed and always protect" list]
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... Hey, guys?
[ calling out. ] The vending machines have weapons.
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[... Mind.
......... Weapons?
Minato's intrigued by that--he moves that way, tilting his head.]
Huh, really? That's convenient.
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[. . . there's really not any hesitation in the way he chooses Minato's given name over his family one. because sure, Arisato (and even Seta, come to think of it) would've maintained a certain amount of distance. but Akira always preferred to drop formalities for a more comfortable address. and while he still held his heart close to his chest, the days of approaching everyone with wariness and mistrust were (sort of) over]
[so. Minato it is. and Souji, too]
If there are vending machines with weapons, think there are some with equipment and battle items?
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Souji eyes the vending machine thoughtfully, then nods. ]
It's entirely possible. Maybe we should see what else we can find first before we... throw ourselves into the fray again. It's better to be prepared.
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Anyway, Minato's just patting his pockets for some...yen... he finally fishes out a bill and sticks it into the vending machine.
And, at large to the room:]
What kind of weapon do you use?
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