ITP: Death and lots of it!

[fracta_anima]

Characters: Minami and anyone who wants to get killed off by a shadow monster! Later, a battle in which Minami gets killed
Setting: Various places
Format: Starting with prose, will follow what anyone wants
Summary: Minami's collar got bumped down to orange. Her persona start going out of control and inevitably her piece of the Shadow of Death emerges
Warnings: Death, gore, violence, standard procedure for Animus.

How this will work: To keep from spamming the community, every thread is going to be separated out. The first thread will be Minami's initial loss of control of death which people are free to reply to. The second thread will be a placeholder anyone can tag to who wants their characters killed off. The final thread will go up on Wednesday or Thursday and will be closed to anyone who would like to be part of killing off Minami. We'll see how things develop as it goes on.

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[fracta_anima]

[At last. Someone who understands. She smiles at his words, a bit too wide for her normal one, even the false one she'd worn all the time.

Very well. Make it quick.

She brings her staff out wide, like it's a baseball bat--and strikes. One swift hit, enough to snap his neck, likely killing him instantly, painlessly.

Once she's done with him, she doesn't bother with the body. Just turns and walks off in search of another person who seeks release.]

[floreatnoctem]

[She's been trying to get a fix on Ken since she'd felt his presence, but with the way things were going in the tower, controlling her powers well enough to get a fix on him had proven... difficult. But she'd finally gotten a fix on him near the twenty-fifth floor, and had been making her way there when she felt another presence- familiar yet not- and had almost faltered in her pursuit, hesitant.

Death was awake in the tower.

She speeds up, intent on making her way to Ken and guiding him past when she sees them, skidding to a halt and then turning back to the hallway she'd seen them in, moving as fast as she can. Of all the things she'd thought she'd find, That Girl wielding Death had not been one of them. She sees her gear up for the strike and speeds up again, but she already knows she won't make it before it connects- and she's not sure whether she's angrier at herself for not being fast enough or at Her for actually going through with it.]

Ken-!

[Their own deaths haven't ever meant much to those in Strega- but to Chidori, the deaths of her friends were always something she'd pushed herself to prevent. And though she knows Ken will likely resurrect in the morning, that doesn't make the sight any less difficult for her to take- and it doesn't make her dislike of the S.E.E.S. girl any easier to handle. One of her axes is thrown out, intended to wrap around the handle of Minami's weapon to get her attention, and Chidori digs her heels in as she stops in front of Ken's body, her other axe ready to fly.]

You're not going anywhere.

[fracta_anima]

[It's not like she's going anywhere. No, not when there's another to bring peace to here. Another she needs to help, to save, to bring an end to. The angry one, the one who wanted to die, who tried to kill herself in the hospital. Why would she want to oppose this? Then again, perhaps that's why she's asking her not to leave.

It's strange how, if she seems to know something about the person, it makes it easier for things to be justified, even as something in the back of her mind is screaming and clawing and raging against it. Yet she also finds it's freeing, somehow, doing this. Just not caring as her hands move as she turns to face Chidori.

She stares at her hand where her staff had just been, the axe having pulled it from her grip to land a few feet away. Her head jerks to look at Chidori, and then her hand goes to where her evoker is holstered, as if being pulled by puppet strings. She doesn't want it quick? Very well then. The evoker is jerked up to her head, pressed to her temple, and fired.

The fog around her shifts, the shape of the being above her changing to something more feminine and shrieking, and it lets loose with an icy barrage she picked up from Mitsuru.]

[floreatnoctem]

[The ice is met by a wall of flame- Chidori remains unaffected, brows drawn down into an approximation of a scowl, one axe looped neatly over an arm while her evoker is pressed to her temple once again, and she plants her feet.]

Medea!

[The name is more a snarl than a cry as usual, and another rush of flame- maragidyne, as opposed to simply agidyne- swirls toward Minami. Overkill, perhaps, but Chidori doesn't care. She will not allow her to get away with this.]