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Masako's House "Hey hey hey hold up. I didn't admit to being a thief. I give things back when asked as long as people don't come at me with torches and pitchforks." Marisa folded her arms. "And look, I know my way around supernatural creatures. I didn't just want to call you a demon right off the bat because of all the multiverse rules, plus the fact that you haven't eaten my girlfriend's face yet, but you're definitely a similar sort of entity." Her expression set itself into a small pout. "I didn't break in, either, I just took an entrance you can't." She looked as if she were about to continue arguing with the tengu, but Isobel's actions were hard to not notice. She walked over and put a hand on the other shoulder. "Hey, We can relax and unwind a bit now, right? I don't know half the nonsense you got up to, but at least I'm here for. Um. Stuff." She glanced sideways at nothing in particular. "Now let's go get hammered. I need to forget that last expedition, ugh." Muenzuka "You're traveling with a tsukumogami?" The youkai seemed to have completely disregarded everything he said, instead focusing in on Joan. "A human and a youkai traveling together, isn't that strange?" She continued to drift and rotate in midair slowly as she spoke; it wasn't clear whether she was aware of it or not. Her hair moved, except for the portion held by the ribbon on her head; that stayed deathly still. -
Justine's arms slowly returned to life and wrapped around Arthur, as she cried quiet tears into his arms. It felt right, even amongst all this pain and doubt, to be where she was. "It seems. . . I have not brought happiness to people in some time. It feels hypocritical to be happy when you say that to me when I've failed to give it back to another in return for so long." She inhaled, the sound muffled by Arthur's coat. Justine's head shifted to give her a small amount of room to speak without this happening, though she didn't break contact. "I just want to create joy in the world. That's why I joined this group. And to see this group fall into pain and sorrow. . ." She fell silent for a brief moment. Her hands tightened around him. "No. I won't give into it. We're breaking through the causes, of course the splinters have lodged in us. All this suffering. . . it's only happening because we're making that change. I refuse to believe otherwise. And the only way it will end is if we finish the job. I will take the world on my shoulders and see it through myself if I have to." Her head slid against him again; it was hard to see, but her cheeks flushed slightly. "But I hope I can rely on at least one other person to be there."
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"I do not know." Mitsurugi closed her eyes. "End me if I slip further, or find some kind of purification ritual sufficient to cleanse a spirit of my stature." She shook her head. What a useless goddess she was, incapable of answering a single question for one of her charges. A guardian spirit who threatened more harm to them than anything the foes they had faced thus far could do. "This is not meant to be a problem foisted upon you." Her eyes opened, narrowed with a quiet anger. "This is not how the natural order should be. Each exists to perform their own duty; humanity provides prayer, devotion, and proselytism, while the gods vie with the magical and the other divines. Yet we were cast aside, and now it comes to this for me. . ." The muscles in her jaw visibly tensed, and it seemed that the glow in her eyes flared slightly - before dying entirely, alongside her posture drooping. "I apologize, Maxwell Schiff. I have spoken too much. Act as you will, I will not tread upon your desires nor saddle you with my own duties."
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Mitsurugi heaved her own sigh. This was all agonizing to contemplate. The others were convinced it was a ploy, but she could feel something chipping away at her. "You did not witness the destruction of the shrine. A shrine of Amaterasu-Ōmikami, foremost among the gods, and I sundered it while trying to ward off the same. And. . . the savagery." She didn't know what had seized her earlier; Lexiel's magic had stirred something, and she had slaughtered without mercy. Not to mention what had just occurred. That many wasted cuts on a defeated foe, for what end? The tale of an onryo was a tragedy, the dispatching of one a mercy. "The walls are falling inward, Maxwell Schiff. That which had once warded you could become your ruination. I had thought I had escaped this fate by arriving here, but the youkai already recognize me as one of their own." She shook her head. "And I do not know if I can extinguish the blaze."
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Mitsurugi turned, the slight glow in her eyes visible in the dreary weather. "The injuries I have suffered will heal. The true wounds are beyond your power, unless you suddenly find yourself possessed of the will and charisma to bring followers to me once again." Her gaze fell and shifted away once more, staring out at the space before the inn. She appreciated his concern, she really did, but she wasn't lying. Spray could bind her wounds, and it would ease her pain and recovery, but the rents in her body were far from her largest concern. "Tell me, Maxwell Schiff. If you are in a burning house, do you attempt to extinguish the blaze from within? Or do you attempt to flee and save as many as you can before it collapses?"
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"Treat the others first. I am a being of faith, not matter." She looked at the black flower blooming before her. "Faith alone. . ." she murmured, moving to pick up the disc. Mitsurugi could feel the pain and anger that it represented as clearly as if she were experiencing it herself. She stood, staring at it until her eyes drifted past to the other items. There she remained for a few quiet moments, before recoiling as if the disc had bit her. The metallic record clattered to the ground. Mitsurugi turned stiffly, toward the lift. "Divide these treasures as you will. I will be outside." Then she walked away, with no intention of stopping.
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"Be silent." The command - no, the declaration - seemed to echo about the room. A bloodied Mitsurugi turned her head to pierce the demon with a dreadful glare, eyes ablaze. "You have threatened my people and defied my will, and now you shall pay the price." She whirled, striking out with her longer blade; a red spray announced that it had found its mark, the top and bottom halves of the onryo separated with a sickening crunch of cloven bone. Her assault did not cease; the next strike was with both blades, pruning the vengeful spirit of its troublesome limbs with the wet sound of steel parting flesh, and as if the entire world had slowed, she struck once more with swords paired, finally decapitating the demon. Mitsurugi stopped in place, chest heaving and arms still outstretched in the aftermath of her fatal strike - and then the ogre exploded, divine energy bursting forth from within to calamitous effect. The goddess remained where she was, an unreadable blend of emotions and the faint shifting of her clothing being the only indicators she hadn't frozen entirely. "It is done." She took three more breaths. "It is done." The second was quieter, wavering, as if it were linked to the slow stop of the onryo's head upon the now-stained floors.
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Arthur looked down long enough for a lock of turquoise hair to drift into his vision. A gentle impact landed on his shoulder an instant later; Justine had leaned against him. "I just don't want all of this to come to nothing. It feels like everything is going to fall apart, and then all the suffering we've caused along the way will have no purpose. Hundreds of people caught up in our failure, most for the crime of wanting to defend their homes or find stable work." The dancer took a deep, shuddering breath. "And I feel like. . . no, I wish that there was something I could have done better to stop this. Cecily left me behind, and there was Mim, and Ferdiad doing this twice." Another breath. "I can't see any clean paths out. I have to worry that our enemies will come for my family. My allies try to kill each other - or themselves. And I can barely do anything but watch and speed them along their paths." A dampness began to grow on Arthur's shoulder as Justine fell near-silent once again, arms still hanging lifelessly at her sides.
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Justine's expression shifted rapidly as she tried to process everything Arthur had just told her. "Ferdiad. . . Again?" She shook her head, settling on a face of sorrow. "I don't. . . I can't allow this to keep happening. Nor can I abandon a companion like him. . . especially if this is how he behaves with the rest of Virtuous just nearby." Justine's entire body seemed to droop, tilting her gaze to the floor and shrinking her down to and even smaller than her usual large presence. "I don't know what to do, Arthur. I. . . I would have been willing to act back then, in the heat of the moment, but that is the passionate action that brings tragedy every time. I don't want to do that. I don't know if I even could, but I'm lost in the murky depths of the idea."
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Masako's House The unexpected guest glanced between Isobel and Masako, frozen for several moments otherwise before she slowly straightened out. "Um. Anyway. Hi Isobel." The feeling of magical tension in the air faded. "Sake would be nice, yes. And, er, yes, I'm Marisa, but I don't think I'm the Marisa you're thinking of. Probably. Look, I didn't mean to steal that last one. How was I supposed to know that the creepy dusty dungeon was actually a sacred temple?" She shook her head. "And besides, you wouldn't even have heard of that, that was, uh, somewhere else. I just got here. I was in a little bit of a hurry." Marisa sighed. "Anyway. That's not really relevant. Normally I'd apologize for almost breaking your stuff, but then you accused me of being an interdimensional thief and a version of someone you apparently don't like from another universe. Given the sake, I think that just makes it even again." She turned to Isobel, exasperated expression changing to something much less irritable. "So how have you been? I see you've made friends with the local. . ." Brass-like eyes darted to Masako, obviously deciding what terminology to apply to the tengu. "Residents." Muenzuka. "Is that so?" She floated up a tad, spinning once in place while maintaining her pose. "I've been feeling a little hungry, I guess, but you seem like a lot of effort. You're not dying of a horrible disease or trying to kill yourself right now, are you?" It didn't sound like the girl really thought that was happening, but her tone was hopeful regardless. "The last human I ran into around here that seemed like they were dying just sorta hit me on the head and ran away."
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The Streets of a Former Hell "Sure." Yuugi thinks for a moment, then before IP knows it, they've been knocked stumbling backward with a powerful shoulder check. "That work?" IP isn't really sure they understand why, but they feel like this did actually help. . . somehow. Muenzuka The orb continues to move toward Dani. It picks up speed, seemingly colliding with the reaper-in-training - but this simply turns their surroundings nearly pitch blank. Within the darkness is a girl with blonde hair, red eyes, and a black-and-white outfit. A ribbon - or was it a talisman? - adorns her head. "Oh. A human." She floats in midair with her arms straight out to her sides. "Are you from around here?" Masako's House She ascends to the upper floor to see a familiar-looking black-and-white outfit occupied by an entirely unfamiliar-looking figure, and one that would probably be nice if it weren't rubbing the back of its head and groaning. The strange blue-haired woman turns at the sound of Masako fluttering upward, then freezes at the sight of the rather intimidating club. "Hey, umm. . . I don't suppose you're the type to not crack my skull with that before I have a chance to explain?" The air hums with magical energy.
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Mitsurugi uses Shukuchi on the Onryo, dealing 2*((3d6+14+11+13)*1.2) damage!
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Justine had been uncharacteristically silent in the aftermath of the battle. The performer was equal parts trying to commit every detail of what just happened to memory and lost in thoughts of the meaning of it all. Her quiet was shattered by the sudden appearance of an out-of-breath Arthur, with Lucy in tow. "Arthur? What happened?" She glanced back at Lucy, her concerned expression asking a silent question - are you okay? "I thought we'd driven off. . ." No, he said it was an accident; it couldn't have been an ambush. "Is there a way I can help?"
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"Things will be different this time." J3, murder this little shitgoblin
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Muenzuka The orb takes several moments to begin moving again, and Dani swears he can hear the voice of someone grumbling under their breath for a moment as it does. However, it falls silent as it begins to move at them once again, going slightly greater than walking speed. The Streets of a Former Hell "Hmph. You've got a lot of nerve, but at least you know to bow and scrape when you screw it this bad." Yuugi shakes her head, muttering a muted "Yare yare" under her breath. "I'm not going to give you a full course of training based on one little bet, but maybe I'd be willing to beat the shit out of you more than once if you can make it interesting enough. So pick something specific you want to learn, and I'll show you a trick." Masako's House A muffled thump echoes from somewhere upstairs, toward the middle of the tengu's abode. The distinct noise of something fragile falling on someone's head and narrowly avoiding breakage because of this cushion reaches the ears of all the occupants.
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"Bold words for someone who will be trying to breathe through a slit in their neck." Justine's grip on Joyeuse turned white. "Poisons and artifact weapons won't save you this time. Your sins will be repaid in full, mark my words."
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K7 dance Baldur and Mim
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"Vanish into nothingness as all grudges do." Mitsurugi moved in for another strike, aiming a slash at the Onryo just as the floor seemed to erupt beneath the spirit. The damage to the building was an illusion - but the heat and force of the attack was not. Attack the Ubume again with Eruption, dealing (3d8+16+14+11)*1.2 damage and bypassing damage resistance!
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"The secret about the glories of war and battle is that they hold nothing in and of themselves. Only the outcomes are truly worth anything; the rest is just a waste of life." Justine sighed. "Yet, we must press on." She glanced at Adelaida. "I swear on my life that you won't regret choosing to support us here; this is what we are trying to end, filthy work though it is." J11
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trespassers [IC] ALTEREDNU
Chevaleresse replied to Hal Henderics's topic in Trespassers of the Multiverse: Gaiden^2's General
Lucine, by this point, was idly turning about on the barstool, mentally debating whether she wanted to get in on the last of the karaoke or just relax for the moment. The conversation brewing drew her attention, and she ceased her rotation when she was pointed at the unfamiliar woman. "If you've seen stranger, are you maybe, um. . . not from around here?" It was a long shot, but given that they were a ragtag group of misfits traversing the multiverse, it wouldn't exactly be odd to encounter a mysterious trenchcoated woman doing the same. -
"Lightning Breathing, Third Form." Tsubasa murmured to herself as she dropped into a crouched pose, already beginning to pull her sheath (blade still within) from its place at her side. "Sky-Splitting Flash." Like the natural phenomenon for which the form was named, Tsubasa hurled herself across the battlefield, interposing herself between Icarax and the Makuta. "I made my decision." She brought the sheath up in an attempt to ward off the incoming blow, which would hopefully give their mysterious "benefactor" a chance to prove his goodwill. Sky-Splitting Flash targeting the Makuta and Cicivexa!
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trespassers [IC] ALTEREDNU
Chevaleresse replied to Hal Henderics's topic in Trespassers of the Multiverse: Gaiden^2's General
Lucine scratched at her head. She'd climbed up next to Nader out of habit; the girl wasn't much for singing and dancing publicly, and she was tired to boot. "Um. I think I have a couple euros, but that's not the same thing." The magical girl frowned. "I don't suppose telling them we just saved half the world will get us anything for free?" -
Muenzuka The nature of the soul Dani sees is hostile, a natural enemy of humanity not unlike a witch. . . or fouler creatures. As they watch, the orb of inky darkness continues to float silently through the air, eclipsing a tree. . . then softly bouncing away from it with a small thump and a pained squawk. The Palace of Earth Spirits "Train. . .?" She looked confused for a moment, before realization seemed to strike her. "Oh, it's Yakumo again, isn't it? I'm not even going to ask, it'll save me the headache." Rin shook her head. "Anyway, good luck. Try not to get stabbed by Koishi or ripped up by one of the oni, we don't really need the corpses any more." The Streets of a Former Hell "No, no, I made a promise. I'm keeping my word." The large woman did seem to be somewhat placated by IP's backtracking, however, even if she remained overall irritable. "Learn to fight properly and you won't have to piss people off like that. So name what you want." Youkai Mountain The dwelling of the best detective in the party (the fact that she was the only detective in the party not being noted) would have been remarkable elsewhere. As it was, it managed to blend into its surroundings, looking mostly like a traditional Japanese home save for an array of plate glass windows that could have been stolen out of an office high-rise, a few vents that appeared to be connected to a steam system, and something suspiciously resembling a radio antenna adorning one point of the roof. An array of balconies and stairways spread out to the nearby buildings, providing easy access to the porches and walkways of the nearby structures.
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"Men 'just following orders' have caused more suffering than famine and plague in the world." Justine readied her blade with a flourish, the steel catching the light just so. "Crimson, Mink, Orchid, I believe it's time we bring another one of those to justice."
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"You are correct: nothingness is all I have to offer a creature such as yourself." Mitsurugi closed her eyes, gathering herself. "Broken I may be, but there is yet still a core to my being. You are naught but shapeless vengeance, cloaked in tragedy, offering nothing but desolation and fear." Sensing the ubume striking out at Lexiel, she moved to deliver her own counterstroke, blade tracing a brilliant line through the air with fluid grace. Attack Ubume 1 for 3d8+14+11+38 damage!