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Endgame: Eyes I Dare Not Meet in Dreams
Characters: open
Setting: floor 101/hidden floor; June 2
Format: action brackets, please
Summary: Something arrives.
Warnings: psychological horror, physical horror, violence
[The thing arrives on the twenty-third floor where no one is around to see it. But even if there was anyone except the retrieval units there, they would hardly have a chance to spot a single shadow, as the Tower pushes around and caresses the thing, hiding it away. The Tower ripples, then, and delivers the thing up and up, skipping floor after floor.
Floor one-hundred and one goes dark, and the glamour fails entirely. There's a thing lurking about in the darkness, approaching the way to the hidden floor. It can't be seen in this gloom, but it can be heard taking heavy, laden footsteps.]
Setting: floor 101/hidden floor; June 2
Format: action brackets, please
Summary: Something arrives.
Warnings: psychological horror, physical horror, violence
[The thing arrives on the twenty-third floor where no one is around to see it. But even if there was anyone except the retrieval units there, they would hardly have a chance to spot a single shadow, as the Tower pushes around and caresses the thing, hiding it away. The Tower ripples, then, and delivers the thing up and up, skipping floor after floor.
Floor one-hundred and one goes dark, and the glamour fails entirely. There's a thing lurking about in the darkness, approaching the way to the hidden floor. It can't be seen in this gloom, but it can be heard taking heavy, laden footsteps.]
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Riki next turns his attention to Xion, arcing electricity through the air at her with a swipe of his hand.]
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[So he continues running, past the others until he's generally behind the monstrosity they're fighting. Once he's sure that it's focused on someone else—he can't tell who is who, only that it's shooting electricity at one of the others—he makes a run for ... well, it looks like legs to him.]
[For a moment, David feels like he's back on the gym, that one day he was training with Diarmuid in basic swordsmanship. The sword's presently much heavier in his hands than it is when the glamour's functional—but he tries not to think about that. Focus on what he can do, here and now.]
[Once he figures he's close enough, David swings the Orcish sword for ... well, he can't quite be sure what he's aiming at given the poor visibility here and the general inhuman appearance of this thing, but he's going to try and slice into the back of one of Riki's legs as hard as he can.]
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Still, she completes the motion, a little clumsily, before turning her Keyblade back towards Riki. She fires off her own elemental spell - Firaga. The advantage of Firaga - at least as she knows how to use it - is how it tends to home in on targets, and when it comes into contact with Riki or the floor it should explode. Not a massive explosion - but enough to do some damage, she hopes.]
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He's a distinct target, the Arch's glow giving off his position without being of any help in illuminating anything, a bladed arc of light in the dark that he'll use to his advantage.
All this manipulation of structure around the thing...there's no doubt that what he sees now is Riki.*
Riki!
*Blatant as a distraction tactic? Maybe. But he's certainly not going to be able to attack effectively when his weapon literally glows. He'd be swatted away before he even got there, or worse.*
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[With a pained shout of surprise, David is flung backwards quite a ways. Try as he might to hold onto the sword, the first impact with the ground launches it out of his hand, causing it to skid a few yards away with a loud clatter.]
[The inertia from that strike causes David to tumble further away, until he finally comes to a halt, lying on his back—momentarily taken out of the fight.]
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She takes a look around and surveys the situation, before nodding her head. There's one danmaku shield on the field, but a larger one can't hurt things. She's careful that the rain of small projectiles that comes from her fingers isn't aimed at anyone actually on the floor - making the situation harder to dodge isn't going to help - instead attempting to curve it around them.]
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Her leg - still numb - will make her more than a liability at this rate, and the others inside still need to know more about who they're up against, since none of them has ever actually fought Riki before.
She's loath to leave the fight, but she'd gone out in the first place to asses the situation, and assessed it she has. Pulling her hood up over her head to hopefully make herself a little less visible, Xion pushes herself to her feet and stumbles her way back towards the hidden door, dodging rolling as she can for both speed and to make it easier to move despite her leg. If things start to get or look dangerous, she'll back off, but if she sees an opportunity, she'll take it.]
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He's counting on the adrenaline, the surge of fear and desire of self-preservation he feel, to fuel his Personas. If they fail, they might die again or worse.]
Throne!
[In contrast to his wireframe body, the Persona appeared as itself, dark and clutching the flaming wheel. As his Personas were intrinsically connected to his soul and emerged from it, they're more real than the filmy weapons or glamour powers.
Instead of attacking, a healing spell was cast upon the group within his range. Full heal for all the people he recognised as his allies, courtesy of Mediarahan.]
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[The word is a response to Enoch, perhaps, spoken with a snarky yet mechanical undertone, and a moment after it is uttered a coil of twisted metal emerges from the wall, shooting out toward the light--
But then it twists and changes direction sharply in midair as Patchouli calls upon her danmaku shield, darting through them to scatter the projectiles. Minato's healing is effective. Maybe too effective, because it's made him a target, and once the coil has finished whipping its way through the projectiles it sharpens at the end and thrusts straight toward him.]
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[Ryoji hadn't arrived on the hidden floor until just a few moments before, just in time to see one of his most important friends about to get attacked. He doesn't have time to ask if he can help or see where he'd be most useful. All he knows is that his friend is in danger, and he quickly transforms into Thanatos to block the attack with his sword. Hopefully this form will be enough to hold it off, even if it isn't real. At least the blade in his hands, taken from one of the monsters, is.]
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So he had to do something else. He dashed ahead, closing his Arch to be that much less light on the field, hoping the presence of Ryoji's enormous form on the field was enough to distract Riki, just long enough he didn't see someone else coming at him from the side. If he made it to him, he'd open his Arch and lash out in a whirling strike in one fluid motion, hoping to injure Riki enough to force him to try to compensate, to focus on repairing himself, or to distract him with the pain. Or maybe, if he was lucky, he might sever or nearly sever that foot. Maybe. Either way, he'd let the momentum of the whirl carry him to the side in the hopes of avoiding a counterattack.*
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Meiling isn't in the best of shape still, due to the bot she received but she again charges, going to the opposite side of Enoch, her fists flying at high speeds. Mostly out of the hope that is one attack misses, the other will hit and do damage to Riki.]
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Before he can get far with that, Enoch's strike lands and so does Meiling's, and they come in such quick succession that he isn't able to fire off a counterattack. He is forced back a few feet toward the elevator, and he digs his heels into the ground, which ripples under his feet and makes mechanical whirring noises as his wounds seem to mend themselves.
The group has a brief respite while he's doing that, however.]
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Tell me how to help, and I'm here.
[He manages a small smile at Minato as well, relieved that he seems to be safe. He'll protect the group's healer for now, unless anyone has a better idea.]
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Only to be hit with that blast of wind. It has the desired effect, pushing him just far enough that he is only a pace or two away from the floor's edge. Before he topples over, though, he digs his heels into the ground (literally, as the floor ripples and shifts around him to encase his ankles) and snaps his eerily-glowing gaze toward Riku.]
Nice try. [It sounds like a guttural, mechanical laugh. A moment later, the ground ripples again and the floor under their feet shoots out toward Riku like a crashing wave.]
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Throne's immediately dismissed, before he summoned another Persona in its place. Cu Chulainn appeared with a brief flourish, before he buffed everyone's attacking power (physical, magical, other technicalities here) with a spell.]
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Dike!
[The armored woman appears, sending lightning streaking towards Riki. He's mechanical... hopefully this can help overload him.]
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Hecate!
[She can to this without her Evoker now, thanks to Naoya, and the Witch Goddess appears in a swirl of smoke, sending flames swirling toward Riki's legs.]
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But he stumbles back, over the side of the edge he had been so close to already, and vanishes from view. The floor does not ease its rippling.]
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All he can think is that Riki is hanging onto the side. If not that, then what else could it be? Gritting his teeth, he fires off a blast of Thundaga over the edge of the platform.]
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On the other? The situation's too dangerous to sit back and relax. Doing something is better than nothing.
She's not going to get too close to the edge, but she is going to direct - ironically enough, given the name - a Non-Directional Laser down over the edge.]
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Until they can confirm Riki's defeat and/or death, he'll assume their opponent is hanging off--or attached?--the edge. Most of them couldn't tell without going over to check, which have its obvious risks. Unless...]
Chidori-san, can you sense where is Riki?
[It'd be too much to hope for Riki to tall out of the tower completely, as horrible as that might be.]
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