Star of The Show [Psyche-Terrorist Dungeon]

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Healing comes, and the pain subsides-
Only to get blasted by winds out of a goddamn tornado.
The pain's back again.

"Ze armour, it does nothink..."

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Seeing the group was still doing well Unison looked at Revenant again, he seemed to be hruting once more, perhaps he should consider resting a bit before his next attack if the enemy were focusing on him so much? However as she wasn't much of a combatant herself she really didn't have any place to say such, and so once more the the chains swirled around her, and she touched the lock that  held them, the lock and chains vanishing as a pawn stepped out "See to his wounds" she said pointing to Revenant.

The pawn saluted and rushed over to Revenant "Do not worry, I am here to aid you Yon Marshmallow!!" it said with conviction and honesty in it's voice before it basically tackled him and wrapped him up in bandages, before giving a salute to him "Aid rendered!! before poofing and the bandages simply absorbed into Revenants body healing his wounds.

Meanwhile the pawn that was gently Fanning Unison continued his work with the little paper hand fan

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One by one everything was starting to die and Wicked was still unsatisfied. She had to hurt something and she wasn't, she needed to. It was, like, punching a wall and not even leaving a dent. She was unsatisfied and frustrated and felt inadequate and it made her brain ache. See? They don't even need you. You're something that can go wrong, you already don't do anything helpful. They're better off without you here, it's a matter of time until they realize that. Everyone picks up on it pretty quickly. The witch held a hand over her eye, feeling the pressure building behind it and pushing against her sockets. Wetness dribbled from cornea, running down her face. It wasn't a tear. Luckily the shadow of her hat hid this from everyone, she didn't wanna deal with them if they found out.

She'd just need to try harder.
"Eeeeheeheeheeheehahaha eat shit!" she giggled, extending her arms out to the remaining demon. Bridgette Bishop smirked lightly and crossed her arms across her body, generating frozen needles that she threw all at once.

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It was dead, all of them were dead. But this time wasn't as satisfying as the last time was. Wicked remained cackling in her good mood but not as much as she could of and that was just... like, hollow.
"Heeheehaha! Ahaha! ...haaaaa..." She needed something bigger, something better. Harder, more dangerous, it needed to be a better fight than the last one was. This one was dangerous yeah, they were strong, but she was holding back and that left Patricia feeling unfulfilled. Her head throbbed lightly. She fought back the urge to wipe the line of blood from her face, the others didn't need to see her this way. She'd probably flip shit if someone confronted her about it again.

"Yeah so that was like okay I guess. You'd think that Ms. Big Bad Bitch could get better security if she knew we were coming," the witch shrugged. These guys weren't easy by any means but they didn't have any close calls yet. Frankly that was freakin' boring. It was more fun snatching victory from the jaws of defeat and it made you look like a bad motherfucker too. If anything else she wanted... something. Patricia wanted something but she didn't know what. All she knew was there was an ache and she had to do something about it. Adrenaline, endorphins, fucking codiene, it was like... it was like painful to need. Like existence was a toothache that needed to get dulled or drilled.

...fights were easiest. Wicked wanted a harder, better fight. And to get there she'd need to be on everyone's good side. Besides if they started arguing again it was gonna piss her off. Maybe they just needed to get told that this was a good thing. It's not like Patty didn't enjoy them being here.
"Hahaha good job Marshmallow. I really didn't think you'd live through that one!" she complimented darkly. The witch could tell the knight was starting to get frustrated, he really needed a pick-me-up but that probably wasn't the right one... Shotaro had just been going along, giving advice so she figured he thought he was in charge and he wasn't exactly wrong. But just as long as she listened. He'd probably want his ego stroked. The witch swung her arms as she walked ahead of the group, eager to get into the next battle.
"You really slayed'em, dude! You guys really are pros, y'know that? So where next?" It was a trick question, yeah. Wicked was walking out in front, so everyone would probably just follow her. Path of least resistance and shit, people liked to make the easy choice and stick together, avoid conflict, all that shit. So like he'd probably go where she was going.

Unison was a bit harder because she was so quiet, but Wicked could get her to agree too. She liked to think and she liked to debate stuff so... philosophical stuff. Gotcha.
"Hey, so like what are those things you summon?" the tall girl asked Unison obviously, "I know that everyone has a Persona and all of them are different, but like I don't know what the difference is yet. Does yours mean something?" There we go. It was pretty hard to argue about that and it was philosophical and deep and stuff or whatever. She'd pretend to be interested even if she wasn't really, Wicked just wanted more fights. So after everyone got what they wanted she could go back to getting her way and enjoying herself.

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Unison walked along with the others, though it was more just following Wicked, she had moved on ahead and while this wasn't the direction Unison wanted to go, she wasn't about to let this person go off on their own, not with the strength that these enemies seemed to have. Though Wicked seemed to be trying to talk to everyone as she walked backwards away from them. though as she jumped from person to person Unison looked at the woman, knowing she would come to her eventually. The question she asked was one that she had asked herself once, and honestly answering may give to much information then she should give. With that in mind though she did answer.

"These are Pawn....my guardian..and friend" As she spoke all eight Pawns stepped seemingly out of nowhere and gathered near her, standing by her sides, each only taller then her due to the little spike on their heads, spears and shields in hand as she continued "I do not know what you mean by the meaning, they are with me, because they are family, however, I may beable to answer more in depth in a less....hostile environment..." she said calmly

"Now I ask you! why do you attempt to wander off and in so doing usurp the path of all here? I know not why the others would follow, but our Liege would follow to insure your safety and thy health...as the guardian of our liege I compel you answer!" one of the Pawns said suddenly after Unison was done talking, though he didn't point his weapon at Wicked he did wish for an answer.

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"I appreciate the reminder." Dear lord, he still hurt from that one...in more ways than one. In their time here, Shotaro and Wicked had made a habit of tearing through the opposition by their lonesome, whilst he was relegated to scratching away ineffectively - when he wasn't being battered relentlessly. It felt like his main purpose here was to provide Unison with more to do.
He didn't need to have Marshmallow added to his list of monikers on top of that.

The question of personas and their meaning redirects his train of thought. The increasingly familiar chains spring up mid-step, swamping him and making his legs buckle slightly as they try to drag him down, before with a struggle and a heave, he pushes through them, stumbling slightly as the chains shatter...
Calling forth the red-cloaked spectre of death to loom over him, its tiny white pinpricks boring into him.
"If the beings you all call are akin to mine, then apart from form, the difference is in the meaning." He shoots a pointed gaze at the being behind him, before focusing back on his path. "Ankou is who I am, a potent aspect of my self...and he is all the more infuriating for it."
"I would not have this form nor nature had you tread another path."
"...you see? Truly infuriating."
"Say what you will. I shall remain to watch until you either leave the path of the grave, or see it til its conclusion."
Revenant waves a hand in dismissal, and Ankou fades into nothingness without a hint of spectacle. "Then you may watch where no other may need listen to you."

A harsh stare is turned the way of the outspoken Pawn - though for a moment, beneath cover of darkened metal, Revenant's gaze flicks to the 'Liege' of said pawn. "Are you truly about to argue over which of two directions we know not about to walk? Unless you have anything concrete to base such a judgement upon that you have yet to have us privy to, we have nought more than whim to base such a judgement upon. This is nought to seek to compel another over."
And trying to doesn't just reflect poorly on you.

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"Hey, don't be mad," the witch relented in a sincere tone, "Like I mean you're doing pretty good! Me'n Tux might be killing everything that moves but I really don't think either of us could've taken an ass-kicking like that and just got back up. You're pretty tough, y'know?" Wicked could tell the knight was beating himself up but like, he shouldn't. He wasn't as strong as she or Shotaro were but not everyone was equal and that wasn't something to be ashamed of. She couldn't do that one-hit-kill thing he could and it looked like he had more staying power than she did, Patty was freakin' exhausted already. She was having mondo fun but like it took a lot out of her to keep going.

Geez, it looked like he didn't even like himself that much. Patricia liked Bridgette Bishop. Sometimes. She was fun but like she didn't appreciate some of the things she said some of the time. Bridgette spoke the truth, she knew she did, but Patty didn't want something she knew repeated to her. It rubbed salt in the wound. Between Revenant and Unison's answers Wicked formed... absolutely no idea. So which one was it? Was it like some guardian spirit or was it some inner sort of... manifestation of yourself? Whatever. It didn't really matter. The witch just wanted to talk to people about stuff, she was curious about what her power was but it like wasn't her life's goal to find out what it meant to her. It didn't matter what it meant, it didn't change the fact that she was with her. Maybe it didn't even matter what she did with it, no matter what she was gonna be on the wrong side of the law. Wicked would go with the flow.
"Oh okay, sounds good! I figured that someone with a little more experience might now what these things are, y'know? I honestly have no idea! Ahahahaha! Ahaha!" The witch laughed earnestly, it was kinda funny how everyone there was all brooding and serious and shit about meaning and purpose and she was just kinda feeling stuff out.

But she'd get interrupted. Wicked would grin wide under the shadow of the brim of her hat. Like, so she like didn't appreciate it when people got pissy at her for no reason but she loved it when they got mad. That meant she could fuck with them.
"Ahahahaha! ...nooooo." she answered coyly, "I don't take orders from spirits, aheheheh. Soooooo I'm not gonna answer. Hmmhmm, does that make ya mad?" Wicked would tease as she continued to walk. Her own Persona would want to join in the conversation as well, manifesting over her shoulder as she walked and addressing the Pawn directly. She would float over to the guardian and bend down to lay a finger under its chin.


With a giggle the spectral witch's eyes would flash yellow and become catlike, her nails elongating in a vague threat but she would fade back into the ethereal as Wicked kept walking. It wasn't long to the next TV but her teammates started fighting again. Patricia didn't have even a fraction of the patience for that at the moment.
"Will you just cool it!?" she snapped at Revenant, "Be. Nice. GAWD! You two are starting to piss me the hell off! Like I don't freakin' care what your beef is but it can fuckin' wait, okay?! Jesus. It takes two to fuckin' tango, let it fuckin' go okay? It's totally not worth it. Chill." She rolled her head in annoyance as she marched onward. It was seriously wearing on her nerves. Not just Revenant but Unison too, one of them was always riling the other one up and it was starting to chap her ass.

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"Almost there....let's hope this one brings us closer to the district leader"

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Unison stayed quiet as her Pawn asked a question, though it seemed Revenant had an issue and she looked to him as he argued with her Guardian, but before she could say anything her Pawn turned to Revenant "You clearly do not understand the question I have given, I worry not for the direction, what I worry of is the safety of our Ally, what had we not all noticed her go in this direction? what if she were to be attacked without our knowing? I have Simply asked for her reasoning as to this direction, if for instance she has the power to see ahead, that would be good knowledge to have would it not?"


The Persona of Wicked then made her little approach and as she touched the Pawns chin and the only reaction to her mild threat was a wave of the hand dismissing her outright before he turned to look to Revenant again "You are quick to jump to conclusions and to bark at people you seem to think are in the wrong, before considering or even asking their intent with out accusation...but what should I expect from one that clad himself in armor that is the color of selfishness".

Unison looked at the Pawn that was talking "Enough...wicked is right....I will not have you start an argument that leads nowhere..." she said to him

"But my Liege! he is unproven, a man with no Honor or lord to whom he has sworn his oath!"

As he spoke one of the other Pawns stepped forward and placed a hand on the other pawns shoulder "You speak harshly of our ally...when he has already proven himself in combat...and our Liege has told you to still your tongue or would you wish your own loyalty and honor be questioned?" the first pawn stopped and then nodded before walking to the back of the group of the pawns.

A third pawn Walked forward looking to Revenant "Apologies for our brother, you must understand, we look to protect out liege, some are more...bull headed then others in that regard, he means well but his passion speaks before his mind most of the time." the new pawn said as it continued to walk with the group the other seven pawns marching in formation with it and Unison.

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Revenant only shrugs in reply, shaking his head. "Maybe so...but it is little boon alone. If the benefit may be shared, or an opportunity to influence be granted, that is one thing. But tis another when you stand only as others fall around."
I'm not even sure I should have gotten up again after that.

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Far from blurting anything out or taking any action against the things he was hearing, Revenant did...nothing. His breath picked up as he struggled to hold himself together, not daring to say a thing.
It was as much his fault that he looked like this as it was Wicked's she was a witch, or Unison's that she was literally covered in fucking belts. What the fuck did that even mean? Literally, there was no way that someone could physically make an outfit in that fashion normally that achieved the feats of composure that did, let alone function in it.
No though, that wasn't the point. The focus was on his non-choice of concealing wear.
Not everyone be could be a knight in shining armour. Hell, the one they actually had before that he saw back when he joined the playhouse went marching off with the guy who freely advocated murder and subjugation.
...not that he probably really understood what he was doing. Ugh...

What the fuck am I even doing right now?

Letting out a frustrated, uneven sigh, he turned his attention to the pawn that had approached. "...I...I can see that. You'd think someone so concerned wouldn't issue demands and talk about usurpation, but here we are." He tries to facepalm...only to let his breath out in a hiss as the helmet gets in the way. "Swear to god, if I'm a piece of shit then he's no better..."

As the TV came up, he didn't even break stride, marching over to it with gritted teeth and uneven breaths. "Well, we know how this is going now don't we?" The moment he's there he hurdles into it, ahead of everyone else.

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