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foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
GRAVEYARD
[On the instant of your death, you're suddenly outside of your body - probably staring down at the remains it's become.
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]
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Minato snorts softly at that, lifting the sword Rean gave him to block a knife, as Akira summons his own Persona.]
Am I? Thanks, I had no idea.
[Wow, a little smug there. But then he's locked in combat again, catching the knife of a white blood cell on his blade easily.]
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[it's pretty admirable, if he's being honest]
[but he can't take his eyes off of the battlefield too much. another white blood cell zooms at him from the side, and Akira pivots on his heel smoothly, gracefully arcing his own knife through the air to catch his opponent's, shoving with all of his might against the other weapon to throw the blood cell back. and once he knocks his enemy off balance? he slices through the others coming at him like a shark in water, downing blood cell after blood cell in a succession of quick strikes]
[if Minato is sturdy like earth? than Akira is quick and deadly, like water]
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... Akira really is so, so amazing.
So naturally, Minato makes his way towards Akira, more so they can fight side-by-side properly than anything, one hand at his mask and the other holding his sword.
(Thank goodness again for that Metaverse diving, for giving him the sense of just how to form this mask, and just how to summon this way. He has no idea where his Evoker is, but it sure is nice not to need it.)]
We're busy right now, but I do need you to know that I'm looking forward to kissing you later.
[Just an FYI, because Minato's definitely just as taken with Akira's own fighting style.]
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Catch me at the right time right now, and I'll make it a good one.
[and. . . he winks]
[he's just being flirtatious though, since they really don't have the time or window of opportunity to do something so dramatic. but, hey. Joker's gonna flirt whenever he can, right?]
[with a two-fingered salute, Joker straights and whirls back to the battlefield, coattails swishing behind him. another cry-- Persona!-- and this time Cybele heeds his call, sending a Kouga attack towards the nearest attacking cell to knock it back into the wall]
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That's...
That's just like Joker, really, and Minato snorts, both incredulous and amused despite himself.]
I don't think that's a good idea...
[But it's just murmured, even as he shakes his head and follows suit, calling on his own Persona to combo with Akira, taking that cell out entirely with a well-placed hama now that it's so off-guard.
Really, even just trying to keep up with Akira like this is a thrill; should he be having as much fun as he is with this...?]
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On your left!
[a white blood cell rushes Minato from the left, but Akira is already one step ahead, slinging another Kouga in the enemy's direction before it's weapon can bite into Minato's flesh]
And did I mention you're getting damn good at using that mask?
[now that he remembers their evoker-less Persona summoning training sessions? he's all the more impressed by its existence]
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This...feels right. This feels natural. It's no wonder, really, now that they remember everything--but if anything? They've only gotten better and better, closer and closer.]
I think I owe that to you, don't I?
[He calls that out even as he throws himself forward, lunging in quickly enough to knock a blade away from Akira's side with the sharp clash of metal on metal.]
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No.
[jerks to the side as Minato saves him from being skewered, a grateful expression crossing his own features. he draws his fingers across his mask, muttering a name as it vanishes into flame-- Zaou-Gongen-- and sends an Agilao rocketing across the field to burn through a few enemies]
You have your own inner strength, your own will of rebellion, to thank. Not me!
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I think I have a lot more to thank you for than you think... but it's okay.
[He lifts a hand to his mask again.]
I guess I have more of a spirit of rebellion than I think.
[And then Beelzebub is flinging some mazio the blood cells' way.]
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What, did you really think you weren't the type?
No one with a Persona is without a spirit of rebellion.
[Zaou-Gongen vanishes, replaced by Kohryu. a nice Psio attack takes out a few more oncoming cells. so far? they're doing a damn good job of holding down the fort, but at some point, they've gotta hit some danger]
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Minato's flashing Akira a grin, opening his mouth to respond... when he sees the cell approaching Akira. He frowns immediately, moving towards it to stop it--
And while he easily knocks away the first knife? He really doesn't realize there are two more approaching from the other side to lunge at him in a pincer attack.
Oops.]
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-- hey!
[Akira notices and immediately summons Satanael to head one of them off with a powerful Eiga attack, tendrils of darkness bursting into being around the cell and exploding with enough force to push it back. but there's still the second one, because this is a two pronged attack, and with his Persona occupied. . .]
[Akira throws himself right into the line of danger]
[he wants to lift his blade to defend, but with his attention half-focused on Satanael's attack, he doesn't manage to bring it up in time. the cell brings down its blade towards Minato-- now Akira, standing between them with one arm raised-- the knife biting through the leather of Akira's jacket and right into the flesh of his arm. with a hiss, he jerks back in pain, though not without lashing out with his own weapon and sending the opponent sprawling to the ground in front of him]
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Minato realizes too late that there are more of them there; he half-turns to try to take on the cell, but he can't, not before Akira's there, arm taking the blow meant for Minato.]
Akira--!
[Minato's hand is immediately going to his mask to call for a healing spell--but then there's another cell, lunging right into him bodily to get him to the ground, and he hits the ground hard, scrambling for his sword.
This sure is starting to look hairy.]
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[Akira pivots again, ignoring the way warm liquid is seeping into the sleeve of his jacket]
Minato--
[the white blood cell that downed the other wild card is lifting its knife above its head, prepared to plunge it right into Minato's shoulder as he scrambles for his weapon. but Akira isn't about to let that happen, and a well-placed Garula from Vishnu slams into the ground in front of the white blood cell, sending it stumbling back before it can turn Minato into a pincushion]
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Akira...
[A huffed out breath.]
... Thanks.
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Anytime.
[a nod in Minato's direction, firm and determined]
There are so many of them that it's easy to get overwhelmed.
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[...Minato lifts his sword, swinging it idly as he keeps an even more careful eye on their surroundings.]
... That, and because I want to.
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You're my hero, Arisato-san.
[WRY. . . but fond]
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... Where did that come from?
[He sounds amused and pleased, but... seriously, Akira.]
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[relaxes juuuust a bit to face Minato, smile cheeky]
Saying you'd like to stay by my side, to protect me from enemies. . . that's heroic.
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I do feel like you're teasing me...
[Minato nudges Akira scoldingly.]
I'm not that heroic.
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[nudges back!!]
But it's all out of love.
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... Yeah. Love you too.
Let's go find some more blood cells to fight.
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[please, as though Akira isn't, too. and he's going to take a quick assessment of their surroundings before he tugs against the collar of Minato's shirt, draws him in, and presses a quick kiss against his lips. short and sweet, so they don't get taken off guard]
All right. Let's go.
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Well.
Minato leans into the kiss willingly, short as it is...and then he grins at Akira back, eyebrows arched.]
Who's the one enjoying this a little too much?
[But with that said! Time to goooo.]