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social_linked2017-07-21 10:16 pm
topgun_textiles) wrote in social_linked2017-07-21 10:16 pm
[Open!] The dark, and everything that comes with it
Kanji finished the last of his beer, and set the glass mug a little harder against the counter than he could have liked. With his bill paid and his bag up over his shoulder, he stood and ran his fingers through his dark hair.
"Arright... fuck it, I'm goin'a bed." His arm up to push aside the noren, he tread out of the restaurant and began the long, quiet journey back to his apartment. With his last midterms finished for the semester- god he hoped he did well- he could finally afford himself a little free time. But with his phone devoid of messages and knowing full well there wasn't gonna be jack shit on TV, Kanji found himself devoid of any real things to DO. ...Except enjoy some of what Tokyo had to offer. And beer. Hell, it was nice to not have whispering, stupid rumor hens cluckin' around and pissing him off. Nobody knew him here. There was a solace in it.
"But it's also boring as shit," he grumbled to himself. So this was what it was like to finally have something like friends, but then have them gone just like that. He missed the Junes meetings. He missed... fuck, everybody. But he knew they had things to do. Important--
The hairs stood on the back of his neck, and his shoulders tensed. Kanji turned, teeth grit. He could have sworn, for just a moment, that he saw movement down the alley. Too big to be a cat. Too weird to be a person. But if it was a person... Though his brain buzzed from the alcohol, he bared his teeth and tread into the alley. If someone was following him looking for trouble, boy, they fuckin' found it.
"Okay, ya piece of shit, we're gonna have a-... a... ayyyyoooowhatthefuck?" It was blobby. It had grabby hands. It had a mask. He hadn't seen shit like that in about five years-
Kanji's eyes sharpened when the... the what's it called, mugu? Moro? Maran? Sank into the concrete and seemingly disappeared. He rubbed his eyes furiously. That was a Shadow, an honest-to-shit Shadow! He drank too much. Holy crap, he drank WAY too much and got to reminiscing, and-
He stopped, hands lowered when he heard a sound. Maybe it was a cry for help, or one of surprise. Whatever it was, it had him hustling and forgetting about the booze in his system!
[ooc: Shadow time! Takes place at no particular "point" in the story, but Kanji can either lend you a hand or your characters encounter something nasty and meet up with someone else. World's your oyster. Just lemme know for the former.]
"Arright... fuck it, I'm goin'a bed." His arm up to push aside the noren, he tread out of the restaurant and began the long, quiet journey back to his apartment. With his last midterms finished for the semester- god he hoped he did well- he could finally afford himself a little free time. But with his phone devoid of messages and knowing full well there wasn't gonna be jack shit on TV, Kanji found himself devoid of any real things to DO. ...Except enjoy some of what Tokyo had to offer. And beer. Hell, it was nice to not have whispering, stupid rumor hens cluckin' around and pissing him off. Nobody knew him here. There was a solace in it.
"But it's also boring as shit," he grumbled to himself. So this was what it was like to finally have something like friends, but then have them gone just like that. He missed the Junes meetings. He missed... fuck, everybody. But he knew they had things to do. Important--
The hairs stood on the back of his neck, and his shoulders tensed. Kanji turned, teeth grit. He could have sworn, for just a moment, that he saw movement down the alley. Too big to be a cat. Too weird to be a person. But if it was a person... Though his brain buzzed from the alcohol, he bared his teeth and tread into the alley. If someone was following him looking for trouble, boy, they fuckin' found it.
"Okay, ya piece of shit, we're gonna have a-... a... ayyyyoooowhatthefuck?" It was blobby. It had grabby hands. It had a mask. He hadn't seen shit like that in about five years-
Kanji's eyes sharpened when the... the what's it called, mugu? Moro? Maran? Sank into the concrete and seemingly disappeared. He rubbed his eyes furiously. That was a Shadow, an honest-to-shit Shadow! He drank too much. Holy crap, he drank WAY too much and got to reminiscing, and-
He stopped, hands lowered when he heard a sound. Maybe it was a cry for help, or one of surprise. Whatever it was, it had him hustling and forgetting about the booze in his system!
[ooc: Shadow time! Takes place at no particular "point" in the story, but Kanji can either lend you a hand or your characters encounter something nasty and meet up with someone else. World's your oyster. Just lemme know for the former.]
Everybody do the Kanj
Not expecting any, he simply continues the battle, deciding it's best to face them now before they find someone else to hurt. At least the wolf is built to handle these creatures.
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There was a dog, he thinks. But it's all metallic. Cute, too. But that takes a momentary backseat to the fact that there definitely were shadows getting at the little guy. What the FUCK were shadows doing here!?
And why the FUCK was that dog callin' up a persona!? What was anything anymore?!
He hefted up a nearby bike left abandoned, muttering an apology to the unseen owner before he wound up and hurled it at a jibbering hablerie looking to take a bite out of doggo. May as well friggin' wing it!
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"Please stand back. I will protect you."
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The color briefly left him.
"...What the hell are ya!?" OTHER THAN CUTE. BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.
"Wait- protect me!? That's nice, Mr. Dog, but I was here to help YOU out!"
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The dog's persona leaps atop a shadow to bite it and hold it down, leaving it exposed to attack from the robot himself. He hurls a second disc forward for his persona to leap off and evade the attack itself. One more down, but still several more to go...
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One hand gave his glasses a nudge, but the other raised to accept the seal card as he always had. It was to his relief that the Emperor card came down, proving that this was really happening and he didn't just drink too much. He'll have a few things to tell Senpai, for starters...
"PERSONA!" A fist smashed the card to pieces. As his soul welled, he expected to see the big guy come out for the first time in half a decade. Welcome back, old friend.
...But something was wrong. The welling continued to build inside of him, instead of peeling away from him to form a second entity. Two halves to a whole. The swirling blue light erupted from his frame but solidified over his form. It sparked, ignited, and adhered to him. From his shoes to boots, pants to greaves, chest plate, gauntlets and gloves, red and white armor replaced his clothing and reinforced the lot. A helm formed over his head, ending in golden points. A visor replaced his glasses, leaving his sight blurry for only a moment before the screen readjusted and granted him clarity.
Kanji's fists balled, sending a few sparks to flit harmlessly.
"....aaaAAAAAA WHAT THE-!?" He was wearing his persona. Wearing it. Was it because he summoned outside of the TV world?
But it didn't hurt him. Actually, it felt pretty damn good.
His teeth grit and he lowered his center of gravity. "Y'know what, fuck it! I'm drunk and was lookin' for a fight anyway! LEMME AT 'EM!"
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He did it! He didn't get incredibly lost after all! Although...this one seemed to don his persona as an armor. How fascinating...summoner and persona can interact in countless different ways, but for them to fuse like this? It's certainly something the robot didn't expect.
The brief moment of excited tail wagging is interrupted by the presence of shadows still menacingly lurking about. The dog nods and steps out of Kanji's way, but not before channeling his persona's power for both of them, casting Masukukaja and returning to a combative stance
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He rushed forward, hurtling into another hablerie. Its lips twitched as its unseen jaws clenched, trying to take a bite out of him. But as his eyes hardened, he released what was built up. With a shrill screech, it endured the full force of a contact Ziodyne, twitching and curling its tongue before the figure began to liquify. As it dissolved to smoke, he turned.
"Best night ever."
With a roar he balled a fist and slammed it down, pounding it straight through the mask of a maya, shattering it and sending its claws scrabbling at him to get him off.
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One of the robot's arms shifts into a cannon to fire concentrated bursts of energy towards the fleeing shadow, leaving searing holes in their form before falling to the ground and dissipating.
More panicked attacks are made against Kanji in particular as they try and fail to scare him off, an opportunity for Hachiko to perform a Spirit Drain to restore some of Koh's SP.
"You're very skilled! Are you part of the Tokyo team?"
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"Tokyo team? Nono, I'm from Inaba. Shit, how long's this been goin' on?!" How did he not notice? Did Souji know?
"I thought after all the stuff with Izanami we were in the free n' clear. Did she go back on her word?"
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"I do not know of anyone named Izanami. However, I understand that the string of murders in Tokyo over the past two months are similar to the murders in the Inaba case. A team of persona users was formed to combat the rising threat of shadows. I have been dispatched by Mitsuru Kirijo herself to lend my assistance."
The doggo tilts his head and blinks, seemingly confused. "Are you acting alone against the shadows?"
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Naoto'd said she was gonna try to keep things on the down low. Guess she and the old man were doing a bang-up job.
"Right, the ice queen with the red hair. Met her for a bit before. Long story."
But he shook his head. "No, I just heard a noise and came to help. I didn't even know I could call my persona outside the TV world! The hell's goin' on... murders here too, for two months!?"
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The dog visibly ponders and sends away his persona, then offers Kanji a resolute nod. "Perhaps we will both find answers by tracking down the Tokyo team. I was supposed to meet with them, but...I soon became lost. Would you like to join me?"
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He needed to ask about that, really.
"Yeah, yeah... er... ya got any gum or somethin'? I was drinkin' and I probably smell like a bar..."
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With another wag of his tail, the wolf politely bows. Despite lacking a mouth, one can almost feel a bright look in his face, as if smiling up at the human. "As I mentioned earlier, I am anti-shadow unit model 'Kohaku.' You may refer to me as Kohaku or Koh if you wish. It is a pleasure to meet you."
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He wasn't going to have a repeat of Inaba.
He hunkered down. "Well... I'm Kanji. And y'know what? You've been a damn good boy, Koh. C'mere."
Because metallic or fluffy, Kanji still wanted to pet the doggo for his hard work. He beat up a lot of shadows and was pretty friendly despite it. Though there was no fluff to ruffle, he could still stroke the head and give a pat.
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He likes receiving pets, okay. He is a simple doggo with simple needs and servicing a group of people however necessary is worth it for pettings like this.
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At least he's got a Persona above him. A large, mechanical-looking turtle thing. Neither of them are doing anything yet, just staring down the shadows to give the guy behind him some time to run away.
Maybe something should be done before this stupid cloaked dude realizes that newspapers do not make for good weapons.
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Nickelback aside, but right now there were two lives at stake."The hell're you doin'!?" He thought that was a bat or something, but that was a fucking newspaper. Is this guy itchin' to get himself killed?!
He rounded the corner and wasn't thinking. Shadows meant persona, and he'd call it down and crush the seal just as he'd done years ago. He'll think about that later.
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One of the Mayas takes advantage of Minato's distraction and tries to rush him. It was fast, but not fast enough as he stops its advance, swinging the newspaper like a golf club and sending the confused and now-acquainted-with-current-events shadow up into the waiting metal fin of Thor above. Felt good to finally be fighting Shadows again. Don't have to worry about not killing them.
"Take the big one for me, will you? I'll join you in a sec."
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When Takeji Zaiten reshaped into the power suit, adorning Kanji in that armor from head to toe, it was like riding a bike. He rushed the magus with a fist raised, ready to send a fistful of Ziodyne right into this bastard's face. He wasn't a leader, but he sure as hell knew how to put everything into a punch at the first order.
"C'MERE!!"