Minato feels a similar resonance when Odin appears; his own Odin murmurs warnings in his mind, but it's far too late for that. The electricity singes across the entire battlefield, crackling in the air, and Minato can't do anything but dive out of the way as best he can, tumbling out of the way of the worst of the assault--but not all of it. When he stands again, it's with a wince, and the tell-tale faint twitch of some lingering paralysis.
He shakes it off, though, dragging in a deep breath and straightening as best he can.]
Maybe... we both just have good taste?
[He manages that with a faint smile--he can take a lot more punishment than this, after all.
He summons again.]
Persona!
[He could try fighting fire with fire, so to speak, but that's not terribly interesting; instead, he yanks Metatron to the forefront of his mind and calls him forth.
This time, it's a bufudyne that Akira will have to avoid, the air crystalizing in sheer cold.]
[this spar went from 0 to 100 in no time flat, and Akira finds the tango with danger absolutely invigorating. Minato is a far more formidable opponent than his easygoing demeanor would suggest, and that. . . that is exciting, even without the effects of the chocolate pocky lingering on his mind]
[Akechi would be so offended-- Akira thinks to himself as another ethereal echo resonates with his own Metatron. but his own spirit soars as the air around him turns to ice. . . and this time there's no dodging as shards of frozen water burst into being around him. he curls in on himself, wings folding over his back as he ducks his head under his arms. it's enough to withstand the worst of the assault, but Akira's battle-style is reliant on ducking and dodging enemy attacks, not tanking them head on. his HP may be suffering a little more than Minato's]
[when he emerges, ice covers his wings and feathers in a bright sheen, crystals hanging from the sleeves of his leather jacket. if Minato is choosing to fight with an angel, then. . .]
Satanael!
[he can respond with a demon in kind, can't he? prepare yourself for a Maeigaon assault, senpai!! because tendrils of darkness are starting to surge your way]
Minato doesn't know that attack--he's never seen it before. He doesn't know that Persona, either, though it's awe-inspiring and towering in a way he's never felt before. Something in his chest--his heart?--lurches, in a way that can only be from amazement, sheer and simple...
And then it clicks.
The darkness... it's not an insta-kill, but it's still a darkness based attack, isn't it? But he's got Metatron--
Anyway, it's too little too late. The attack connects even as he tries to stumble back, and this one lays him out flat due to that nasty little weakness hit. He's not down for long--he's immediately trying to push himself up--but that's about all he can do.]
[. . . Akira knows he went for the throat on that one, but-- well. he and Minato were both going kind of hard, weren't they? it's only natural for him to strike back with everything he's got; he'd fully expect the other wild card to do the same. to do anything less. . . would just be an insult]
[Minato attempts to struggle to his feet, but with a flash of blue, another Persona is there, standing over him-- Futsunushi, with his many swords hovering at his back and one in his grasp, tip of the blade pointed at the back of Minato's neck]
. . . sorry about that.
[Akira says as he strolls casually forward, red-gloved hands dipped into his pockets]
Are you okay. . .?
[THERE'S SOMETHING TO BE SAID ABOUT HIM ASKING THAT WHILE HE HAS FUTSUNUSHI KEEPING MINATO PINNED AT SWORD-POINT, HONESTLY]
[... Ha. Minato pauses when the sword touches his throat, though he doesn't look terribly alarmed. He tilts his head up, looking at Akira and the Persona both with an arched eyebrow.
And then he rasps out a faint laugh.]
Ha... he asks with his hands in his pockets...
[Honestly. Honestly.]
If you're not taking me very seriously... you'll regret it.
[Because Minato doesn't have the same competitive fire in him as Akira, but he still has a fire. He's still a Wild Card--and so quickly, suddenly, he knocks the blade away, tucks and rolls back up to one knee, and lifts his his Evoker to his temple.
He fires.
It's not just Metatron this time. It's Metatron and Mithra both, and they appear together for only a moment--before suddenly, Akira's going to have a new nasty little thing to avoid.]
[it's not at all that he isn't taking Minato seriously. . . but it is a little bit of arrogance. the confidence of someone who has fought two gods and won. of someone whose normal restraint has been shattered by some chocolate pocky. and he isn't exactly surprised when Minato rises up and fights back, just as any wild card should. with a wave of his hand he dismisses Futsunushi and shuffles through his Persona repertoire for a counter of his own--]
[but. . .]
[before he can settle on one. . . Metatron rises up again, this time with-- with Mithra? and the confidence on Akira's features evaporates in an instant, replaced by slack-jawed confusion and shock. how did he. . .?]
T-- two at once--?
[he utters breathlessly to himself as the dual Personas rise above him, their combined energy launching an Almighty assault his way that he-- well]
[he honesty doesn't have the mind to dodge. with a strangled noise, Akira ducks his head yet again, arms crossed in front of himself, as the Almighty magic slams into him with the force of a ten-ton truck]
[. . . it knocks him clean off of his feet, sends him flying through the air and crashing onto his back hard enough that the wind gets knocked out of him. it's only by serendipity that his wings aren't completely crushed, but he has absolutely lost a few feathers in the wake of taking the hit. they're scattered on the ground around him as he stares up at the ever-hazy daytime sky, eyes wide and just a little bit. . . dazed]
[he's fine, btw. super scuffed up and more than a little bruised but perfectly fine]
[... He might've gone a bit overboard. Minato winces the moment the attack connects and throws Akira back, and he's scrambling to his feet properly immediately, trotting after him with his Evoker raised.]
[it takes Akira a few moments of silence to regain his bearings, but. . . eventually his brain comes back down to earth as he shakily (painfully) pushes himself up into a sitting position]
[lifts a hand to cover his head instinctively as the healing washes over him, and while the worst of the bruises will ache for days to come. . . at least the Diarahan gives him some relief]
[his mouth twists into a sheepish grin]
I think. . . I got a little carried away.
[. . . and now that hindsight has passed, he can't help but wonder?? why???? well, whatever. it's fine]
[He'll gladly keep supporting Akira for as long as he seems to need.]
How...
[Minato looks contemplative at that.]
I've never really thought about it. Just... some Personas have an... affinity, I guess you could say. They know each other. Some of them... are willing to work together with a bit of a nudge.
You're a Wild Card too, and I'm sure some of your Personas must have that kind of resonance. After that, it's just a matter of figuring out how to pull them both out at once.
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Oh jeeze.
Minato feels a similar resonance when Odin appears; his own Odin murmurs warnings in his mind, but it's far too late for that. The electricity singes across the entire battlefield, crackling in the air, and Minato can't do anything but dive out of the way as best he can, tumbling out of the way of the worst of the assault--but not all of it. When he stands again, it's with a wince, and the tell-tale faint twitch of some lingering paralysis.
He shakes it off, though, dragging in a deep breath and straightening as best he can.]
Maybe... we both just have good taste?
[He manages that with a faint smile--he can take a lot more punishment than this, after all.
He summons again.]
Persona!
[He could try fighting fire with fire, so to speak, but that's not terribly interesting; instead, he yanks Metatron to the forefront of his mind and calls him forth.
This time, it's a bufudyne that Akira will have to avoid, the air crystalizing in sheer cold.]
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[Akechi would be so offended-- Akira thinks to himself as another ethereal echo resonates with his own Metatron. but his own spirit soars as the air around him turns to ice. . . and this time there's no dodging as shards of frozen water burst into being around him. he curls in on himself, wings folding over his back as he ducks his head under his arms. it's enough to withstand the worst of the assault, but Akira's battle-style is reliant on ducking and dodging enemy attacks, not tanking them head on. his HP may be suffering a little more than Minato's]
[when he emerges, ice covers his wings and feathers in a bright sheen, crystals hanging from the sleeves of his leather jacket. if Minato is choosing to fight with an angel, then. . .]
Satanael!
[he can respond with a demon in kind, can't he? prepare yourself for a Maeigaon assault, senpai!! because tendrils of darkness are starting to surge your way]
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Minato doesn't know that attack--he's never seen it before. He doesn't know that Persona, either, though it's awe-inspiring and towering in a way he's never felt before. Something in his chest--his heart?--lurches, in a way that can only be from amazement, sheer and simple...
And then it clicks.
The darkness... it's not an insta-kill, but it's still a darkness based attack, isn't it? But he's got Metatron--
Anyway, it's too little too late. The attack connects even as he tries to stumble back, and this one lays him out flat due to that nasty little weakness hit. He's not down for long--he's immediately trying to push himself up--but that's about all he can do.]
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[. . . Akira knows he went for the throat on that one, but-- well. he and Minato were both going kind of hard, weren't they? it's only natural for him to strike back with everything he's got; he'd fully expect the other wild card to do the same. to do anything less. . . would just be an insult]
[Minato attempts to struggle to his feet, but with a flash of blue, another Persona is there, standing over him-- Futsunushi, with his many swords hovering at his back and one in his grasp, tip of the blade pointed at the back of Minato's neck]
. . . sorry about that.
[Akira says as he strolls casually forward, red-gloved hands dipped into his pockets]
Are you okay. . .?
[THERE'S SOMETHING TO BE SAID ABOUT HIM ASKING THAT WHILE HE HAS FUTSUNUSHI KEEPING MINATO PINNED AT SWORD-POINT, HONESTLY]
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And then he rasps out a faint laugh.]
Ha... he asks with his hands in his pockets...
[Honestly. Honestly.]
If you're not taking me very seriously... you'll regret it.
[Because Minato doesn't have the same competitive fire in him as Akira, but he still has a fire. He's still a Wild Card--and so quickly, suddenly, he knocks the blade away, tucks and rolls back up to one knee, and lifts his his Evoker to his temple.
He fires.
It's not just Metatron this time. It's Metatron and Mithra both, and they appear together for only a moment--before suddenly, Akira's going to have a new nasty little thing to avoid.]
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[but. . .]
[before he can settle on one. . . Metatron rises up again, this time with-- with Mithra? and the confidence on Akira's features evaporates in an instant, replaced by slack-jawed confusion and shock. how did he. . .?]
T-- two at once--?
[he utters breathlessly to himself as the dual Personas rise above him, their combined energy launching an Almighty assault his way that he-- well]
[he honesty doesn't have the mind to dodge. with a strangled noise, Akira ducks his head yet again, arms crossed in front of himself, as the Almighty magic slams into him with the force of a ten-ton truck]
[. . . it knocks him clean off of his feet, sends him flying through the air and crashing onto his back hard enough that the wind gets knocked out of him. it's only by serendipity that his wings aren't completely crushed, but he has absolutely lost a few feathers in the wake of taking the hit. they're scattered on the ground around him as he stares up at the ever-hazy daytime sky, eyes wide and just a little bit. . . dazed]
[he's fine, btw. super scuffed up and more than a little bruised but perfectly fine]
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Hey--Akira? Are you okay?
Sorry, that was a little... [Winces.]
... Kind of overkill?
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[it takes Akira a few moments of silence to regain his bearings, but. . . eventually his brain comes back down to earth as he shakily (painfully) pushes himself up into a sitting position]
. . .
[breathlessly]
Holy shit.
[another pause]
I deserved that.
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Then Minato offers his hand.]
I don't know if I'd go that far...
[Minato went overboard.]
You got me first, and honestly very fairly.
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[his mouth twists into a sheepish grin]
I think. . . I got a little carried away.
[. . . and now that hindsight has passed, he can't help but wonder?? why???? well, whatever. it's fine]
That was amazing, Minato.
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I don't know about that... you were pressing me pretty hard, so it was just the first thing I could think of doing.
Sorry.
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I'm serious. You're incredible. I've never seen anyone do something like that before-- ever.
[and even before he whipped out the fusion spell, he was still holding his own pretty damn well]
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Oh... the fusion spell? Really?
[... huh.]
I figured it was just a Wild Card thing.
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Mm, no. I've never been able to summon more than one Persona at a time.
. . . how do you do it?
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How...
[Minato looks contemplative at that.]
I've never really thought about it. Just... some Personas have an... affinity, I guess you could say. They know each other. Some of them... are willing to work together with a bit of a nudge.
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Mithra and Metatron. . . [a light laugh] I never would've thought to pair those two together.
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... I know. I can't take credit for figuring it out, to be honest.
Sometimes it just was a matter of listening to the Personas.
I'm sure you could do it too. You're also a Wild Card.
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I can try, but-- [. . . it might be easier said than done? either way, Akira shakes his head]
[he extends his hand towards Minato's for a shake]
That aside. . . I think that was unequivocally your win.
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[He looks even more sheepish at that, somehow, but he still takes Akira's hand to shake it.]
Only thanks to the element of surprise. But... we'll just have to spar again sometime then, right? A fairer match.
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I think that was already a pretty fair fight. I'm not sure how you make it any more even than that.
[. . . . . . . .]
Hey. . . do you think you could-- I don't know. . . teach me how to use an attack like that one?
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[Immediately and easily.]
You're a Wild Card too, and I'm sure some of your Personas must have that kind of resonance. After that, it's just a matter of figuring out how to pull them both out at once.
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I wouldn't expect you to do it for free. If there's anything you want from me in return. . . just ask.
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Minato's quiet for a long moment as he thinks about that.
... ... ...
He's quiet long enough that it seems that he might not say anything at all.
And then he blurts out:]
How do you manifest your mask? What is it that... makes it appear? How...
[... No, he just shakes his head sheepishly.]
... Sorry, um. That's not exactly what you were offering.
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Nope. That's exactly what I was offering, actually.
[he lifts a hand and presses same against his heart, fingers splayed]
Then it's a deal, okay? I'll teach you how to summon without your Evoker, and you can teach me how to use two Personas at once.
[more deals with Kurusu Akira!!]
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... Okay. It's a deal.
[He reaches out with a hand for another handshake.]
And Akira... thanks. I didn't know something like that was possible. But now... I really hope I can learn how.
[And leave the morbid symbolism behind.]
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