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chaosunraveledCharacter(s) : Akira Kurusu, Yosuke Hanamura and [OPEN to Anyone.]
Setting: Off the Roads leading to Emptiness.
Content: Worksafe
Summary: The Phantom Thieves are at it again. Well, one of them at least. And a new guy. Say hi, new guy.
Status: In progress.
After the meeting's proceedings had slowed to more personal gab sessions, Akira decided to exercise the fullness of his covert skill to duck out politely.
A trunk of wood the width of a Subaru shrilled a furious whistle as it swung over Joker's skull, the branches affectionately ruffling his hair as they passed.
Or maybe impolitely? Akira was scarcely the picturesque apex of high society. Finely dressed, at least.
Smirking, Akira elected to ride the next swing, leaping onto the monstrous limb and using it as a vault to gain more altitude. At the apex of his arc, he winked at the offended monster flailing at his coattails. As the descent began, the trickster tore off his mask, plumes of blue flame emerging along with
"SATANAEL!" The demon lord pointed its titanic firearm at the ground (and the tree-monster-thing) reaching up to catch his master in its gaping bark-maw.
"Ravage them!" Akira yelled at the grasping earth, raining caustic cyan heat down. Swallowed in the belly of the irradiated assault, the beast bleated like a croaking cow, before toppling with a thunderous THUMP that shook the underbrush.
Like a felonious feline, Joker landed on the ground feet-first with nary a sound. Compared to the din of well-done monster, anyways. The latter sound, however, had attracted some ill-tempered guests to this private cremation. Several identical forest-covered beasts stared him down with unamused glares beneath their knotted branch-crowns. Adjusting his mask and dusting some of the twigs off, Akira tried to suppress the manic grin stuck to his face, he really did.
But he missed this.
Setting: Off the Roads leading to Emptiness.
Content: Worksafe
Summary: The Phantom Thieves are at it again. Well, one of them at least. And a new guy. Say hi, new guy.
Status: In progress.
After the meeting's proceedings had slowed to more personal gab sessions, Akira decided to exercise the fullness of his covert skill to duck out politely.
A trunk of wood the width of a Subaru shrilled a furious whistle as it swung over Joker's skull, the branches affectionately ruffling his hair as they passed.
Or maybe impolitely? Akira was scarcely the picturesque apex of high society. Finely dressed, at least.
Smirking, Akira elected to ride the next swing, leaping onto the monstrous limb and using it as a vault to gain more altitude. At the apex of his arc, he winked at the offended monster flailing at his coattails. As the descent began, the trickster tore off his mask, plumes of blue flame emerging along with
"SATANAEL!" The demon lord pointed its titanic firearm at the ground (and the tree-monster-thing) reaching up to catch his master in its gaping bark-maw.
"Ravage them!" Akira yelled at the grasping earth, raining caustic cyan heat down. Swallowed in the belly of the irradiated assault, the beast bleated like a croaking cow, before toppling with a thunderous THUMP that shook the underbrush.
Like a felonious feline, Joker landed on the ground feet-first with nary a sound. Compared to the din of well-done monster, anyways. The latter sound, however, had attracted some ill-tempered guests to this private cremation. Several identical forest-covered beasts stared him down with unamused glares beneath their knotted branch-crowns. Adjusting his mask and dusting some of the twigs off, Akira tried to suppress the manic grin stuck to his face, he really did.
But he missed this.