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Bringing in Spring with a worthy revel
[With the changing of seasons, many Nexus visitors are very happy to see the snow melt away and life returning to their beloved home. Spring is here!
It appears overnight: a large pantheon in the center of the Nexus forum, and once can only guess how such a great building was erected without anyone noticing. Atop the Patheon are two golden thrones, adorned with gemstones of great value. No one seems to be sitting there, but they seem to hold a great deal of importance to the cloaked humans who guard the Pantheon entrance.
The land in front of the Pantheon is paved with smooth, old stones in the shape of a large circle. Lush flowers and grass grown along the outskirts of the cropping, full of beautiful and exotic plants. Truly the host of this revel wants even nature to bend before their whim.
On the left and right sides of the sides of the circle are two long marble tables, where different food and drink await those who enter. Freshly cooked meat. Ripe fruits and unsullied wine. Whatever your heart desires, be it simple or sweet, you will be hard pressed to not find it on one of the tables. Near the tables is also a large group of tents, adorned with many plush chairs and sofas for those who like to relax while indulging.
The center of the circle has a large bonfire pit, carved of fine stone, lit with a brilliant (almost unearthly) red fire. Comforting to those seeking warmth or invigorating to the souls of the weary: it carries an important symbol for the revel: let your soul burn as hot as the flames inside. Which, to the satyr, it means that everyone present should be partying and indulging with one another. There seems to be plenty of space for dancing and socializing alike, whatever your preference may be.
The entrance into this festivity is monitored by a group of half-human, half-goat satyr. They don’t seem to be picky about who gets let in, assuming you’re not here to ruin the fun, but it would be wise to check it with them first. This is a masquerade-style party, so all of the guests need masks.
But there can’t be anything possible wrong with such a wonderful party, right? Perhaps things are not all as they seem….]
((Here's your OOC guide guide to this event. Post when you can as you like, no worries. Have fun!))
((The second half of the event is live link here Please read the OOC thread so you know the details!))
It appears overnight: a large pantheon in the center of the Nexus forum, and once can only guess how such a great building was erected without anyone noticing. Atop the Patheon are two golden thrones, adorned with gemstones of great value. No one seems to be sitting there, but they seem to hold a great deal of importance to the cloaked humans who guard the Pantheon entrance.
The land in front of the Pantheon is paved with smooth, old stones in the shape of a large circle. Lush flowers and grass grown along the outskirts of the cropping, full of beautiful and exotic plants. Truly the host of this revel wants even nature to bend before their whim.
On the left and right sides of the sides of the circle are two long marble tables, where different food and drink await those who enter. Freshly cooked meat. Ripe fruits and unsullied wine. Whatever your heart desires, be it simple or sweet, you will be hard pressed to not find it on one of the tables. Near the tables is also a large group of tents, adorned with many plush chairs and sofas for those who like to relax while indulging.
The center of the circle has a large bonfire pit, carved of fine stone, lit with a brilliant (almost unearthly) red fire. Comforting to those seeking warmth or invigorating to the souls of the weary: it carries an important symbol for the revel: let your soul burn as hot as the flames inside. Which, to the satyr, it means that everyone present should be partying and indulging with one another. There seems to be plenty of space for dancing and socializing alike, whatever your preference may be.
The entrance into this festivity is monitored by a group of half-human, half-goat satyr. They don’t seem to be picky about who gets let in, assuming you’re not here to ruin the fun, but it would be wise to check it with them first. This is a masquerade-style party, so all of the guests need masks.
But there can’t be anything possible wrong with such a wonderful party, right? Perhaps things are not all as they seem….]
((Here's your OOC guide guide to this event. Post when you can as you like, no worries. Have fun!))
((The second half of the event is live link here Please read the OOC thread so you know the details!))
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Unlike Adia, Caspar, and Harley Katsuya has heard no sign of the Nexus' serial killer, the child genocidal maniac, nor the witch who brought them together and into the Nexus. When the cultists began crying out the Crawling Chaos by name his reaction had been one of a soldier thrust back into a battlefield he'd thought was long gone. Later perhaps he will be ashamed to admit he'd shot and killed several of the cultists without hesitation. The officer had been determined to fight off every last one of them--but the magic ceased.
Panic followed as minds free from their dreamlike nightmares struggled to comprehend the madness surrounding them. In the stampede to escape, more fires caught and spread. Down the steps of the Pantheon a plume of fire erupts but there is no cultist behind it, nor any unaccounted for pokemon. Officer Suou burns away the fallen debris blocking a thoroughfare for escape before kicking aside the charred remains and ushering a mother and her child through.
Someone else is trying to get the survivors out of here, it would seem.
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Her words catch on the lump in her throat as the events of the evening try to catch up to her. Caspar reaches out and gently pats her back. "Her stalker's dead," he tells Harley. "Turns out he was just the tip of the iceberg. We got a little help, though, for when this Nyarlahotep asshole comes back."
Anything else he might add is cut off by that giant plume of fire. He peers down the steps warily. More trouble?
Adia looks, too, and gasps at who she sees. "It's Katsuya!" She waves her scythe high above her head to attract his attention. "Katsuya! Up here!"
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"Tip of the iceberg? Was a crazy little girl involved?" Harley is still not sure who Nyarlahotep is... but knows this is not resolved yet.
"Katsuya?" Harley peers down. And waves at the young man, as Adia waves her scythe to get his attention.
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As for Adia herself...
"What the hell?" That's definitely Adia. That's definitely Adia swinging around a giant scythe over her head like it's a flag trying to get his attention. She's going to behead someone with that thing. Possibly herself. He's hurrying up the stairs, taking them two at a time in his concern.
"Why are you...? It doesn't matter right now. You all have to get out of here."
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Hey, the scythe-waving got his attention, didn't it? The blade is well out of decapitation range, but she respectfully lowers it when Katsuya bounds up the steps, not wanting to stress him out (more). "Katsuya, was that you creating fire? How long have you been here? A witch tried to summon a god of chaos, but --"
The curse was broken, but the damage remains. She stares behind him at the destruction left in the riot's wake.
"I agree," Caspar says flatly. "We need to get out of here and talk about what just happened." He recognizes the look of someone who is trying to restore order.
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"It ain't over... is it?" Harley guesses, judging that fact by how serious both Katsuya and Caspar look right now.
Meanwhile Poochyena has decided to stick by Gengar's side until he is given direction from Harley to do something else. When Harley checks on her Pokemon, she gives the ghost pokemon a big wide smile. "I like your smile."
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Nothing Officer Suou is hearing about any of this is making him feel more at ease. His first instinct is paternal and sudden--rage that Harley would attack a child. It's tempered when he remembers Nyarlathotep can wear any face. Even that, no, especially that of whatever will be most difficult for one to attack. His gaze snaps back to Caspar and Adia once he's gotten himself under control again.
Katsuya nods.
"I was neutralizing the cultists working at the ritual as swiftly as I could, yes. Nyarlathotep isn't a force to be trifled with and in a multiversal hub allowing him access to innumerable worlds would be apocalyptic. For many worlds." He looks over his shoulder back to the smoldering fairgrounds with a hardened gaze. Katsuya's reluctant to leave this place until he's certain the danger has passed.
Certain Nyarlathotep has been held back.
"I can't leave until the job is done. I won't let another world fall into his grasp."
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"One of Jeff's pokémon," Caspar tells Harley in a tired aside. "He's a real charmer. The other two stayed with his body on... crap, I don't know where we were." Could this night get any weirder? He's not sure it's possible. He drags a hand across his face, not wanting to get side-tracked into a morality discussion. "That little girl is one of Nyarlahotep's disciples. You want the job done? Then talk to Adia. She has something that can help."
He looks over at his girl, who is still staring at the festival ruins, as if in a trance. He nudges her gently and she blinks, coming back to herself. "Oh, um... well, it's a long story, but one of Nyarlahotep's disciples, Jeff, had a change of heart. He'd... he'd been stalking me for a while, pretending he was my friend... but in the end, he didn't want Nyarlahotep taking over the Nexus, so he found the coordinates for a legendary pokémon temple. Arceus, the... well, he's a god, too, I suppose. A god of time and creation. He blessed me with this scythe. It absorbs the souls of Nyarlahotep's three disciples, and then it can be used to stop Nyarlahotep himself."
She tilts the staff so that Katsuya can get a good look at the three gems just underneath the blade. Two are dull, but the one in the middle shines bright. "That's... um. That's Jeff in the middle there. He died saving me and Caspar from that girl. I... I didn't have to kill him to get his soul, I just... concentrated on him..."
Caspar frowns, but says nothing. He knows it won't likely be as easy for the other two.
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She checks her ammo while listening to Caspar talk about Nyarlahotep's disciples. And one thing is for certain that something has to be done. She will just keep her ears open to how she can help.
Clearly Katsuya never played Persona 3
The talk of trapping souls in a holy weapon to use against the god makes him balk outright though.
"That, there has to be another way. I've seen that sort of thing done before, when--" And then Harley brings up an enchanted spear and the color drains from his face while Katsuya tries not to lose his nerve in front of these people who don't know enough to understand the danger they're in.
What kind of fate being noticed by the Crawling Chaos is. And he's finding out himself that it means never really being free of the god's whims. Even if you think they're dead and gone.
"Trapping souls in weapons..." Katsuya's hand drifts over his own chest. He can feel Helios' burning will belying his own anger over such an idea. That would make them no better than Nyarlathoteps own minions. But Adia has no Persona and neither does Harley. There's not even a second to stop and wonder if a Cylon can have a soul to convert into a Persona, they don't have time for this kind of thoughtful discussion and debate.
"So we find Nyarlathotep's disciples, and we kill them. We power the scythe and we use that to stop the Crawling Chaos." He doesn't have much for ammo on his person for his pistol. Helios is going to have to do a lot of heavy lifting if the going gets rough. It's been a long time since Katsuya's had to rely on his persona so heavily. Thankfully, he won't be alone.
"Harley has combat experience as do I. We can do the bulk of the subduing if Caspar and these creatures are focused on keeping Adia and the holy relic safe."
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He rolls his shoulders in a forced show of bravado. Whatever. This Crawling Clown is going down.
First things first, though. "I'm not doing anything that puts Adia in danger. She's already been through enough. You make sure each disciple is good and contained before --"
"No."
Adia is holding out the scythe in her trembling hands, her eyes on Katsuya. "No, I'm not -- someone else has to use this. You or Harley or -- not me. Okay? When Jeff's soul was harvested, I saw... I saw his memories. And that was okay. And if I have -- if I have to do the same thing for Sara or that girl, I will. But I won't kill anyone. Not even a god."
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And when Adia speaks of seeing Jeff's memories, Harley nods in understanding. She remembers Katana's sword whispering to her.
"Those will be dark memories to handle..." She glances at Katsuya. And out of pure instinct reaches into her leather jacket to hold a spare ammo clip to him.
"I can do it." She tells Adia, meaning that she is willing to witness the dark memories. That she would not hesitate to kill the witch or the girl, if that needs to be done. "After hanging out with Red and her crazy plant creatures... I know how to use a scythe too."
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"I wouldn't ask you to leave her side. She will need constant protection if she was the focus of one of Nyarlathotep's disciples." No sense in sugarcoating it. Caspar and Adia need to be aware of what they're walking into. What a fight with a god will entail. He pauses when Adia holds out the scythe and offers the slightest nod of his head to her refusal and Harley's subsequent offer.
"You don't have to kill, but I sure hope you have even a knife to try and defend yourself with. I admire your morals. But if you put yourself in danger, one of us may die trying to protect you. Either us or the creatures that seem determined to protect you. Please bear that in mind."
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Figures that a weapon powerful enough to destroy a god would be a loaner.
As for Katsuya's advice, Caspar lets out a humorless snort. "Buddy, if you think I'm letting her in the same world as either of those psychos --"
"I'm not going to put myself at risk," Adia interrupts, hoping to head off the Cylon's growing steam of ire. She looks exhausted, too tired to even work up a fidgeting burst at the idea of using even a knife to defend herself.
"Besides, we don't even know where they are right now," Caspar adds sourly.
Gengar suddenly floats over to him and starts rummaging through his pockets. "Hey -- HEY." He swats the ghost's little purple hands away, but not before the pokémon holds up his prize: Jeff's PINpoint. He shoves it into Caspar's face and points at the screen. Hey, stupid. Did you already forget something?
Caspar glares at the ghost before snatching away the PINpoint. He looks at the screen, frowning at the coordinates marked with a red flag. "On second thought, this might be a good starting place."
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"Good job Smiley!" Harley gives Gengar the thumbs up when he produces the PINpoint. Figures that she would give the Pokemon a name.
Poochyena comes to stand by Adia's side, knowing that is where his owner would want him right now.
Harley assess Adia a moment, thoughtfully. She has a high endurance rate, so feels ready to handle whatever might be waiting for them. But she knows that she is unique with this ability. "We don't know what we will be stepping into, once we activate that portal. It might be wise to take a moment to rest. Collect supplies. Send messages to people who might be wondering where we went."
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The officer shifts on his feet. There are no good options here. Having Adia come with is a risk but leaving here here with just her boyfriend to guard her is also a huge risk. Her not wanting to take a life is one thing. This. This seems risky. Even as he's thinking it he feels his gaze drawn to the PINpoint.
Whatever Adia chooses his opponent lies somewhere in those programmed coordinates. He can choose to protect his friend, or he can choose to protect the multiverse as a whole. The choice shouldn't be as difficult as it is.
"I'm going wherever those coordinates lead."
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"We're not splitting up." Caspar hands Katsuya the PINpoint. "Adia and I are going back to our world. When you're done with the scythe, Harley can send us a text." It's the closest thing he'll give as an endorsement, but he doesn't have any doubt in Katsuya's or Harley's abilities. "Adia will be safe on Atlantis."
Gengar grins at the nickname, but when he watches Adia with Poochyena, his expression turns melancholy. It's a strange expression on a pokémon normally full of mischief. He floats lower to the ground, as if tempted to disappear into the shadows. At the last moment, he changes his mind and hops up to Adia. "Gengar," he says, pointing off into the distance.
"Caspar, I think he wants us to go somewhere with him," she says quietly.
The Cylon looks tempted to say no, but Adia's doe eyes seem to win him over. "So long as you make it quick," he says to the ghost sternly. Gengar sticks out his tongue in reply. Caspar sighs and looks at Katsuya and Harley. "If you need us, send a text. Okay?"