Masquerade Ball [Cadet Dungeon/A Team]

With the party preparing or defending that left Susan the only aggressor, and when the terrorist attacked he sought her out especially. He cracked her in the head viciously and threw her to the dirt. As she lay on her back with her forehead bleeding the small woman was stricken with even more mental pain. She gasped in surprise but quickly fell silent. Her eyes were empty, and Susan was no longer there. Seshat was. Emotion was the enemy, pain was only there to prevent her from performing her function and so Susan decided she would stop feeling pain. Her body and mind could operate without it. The bandages around her limbs picked her up as if she were a discarded marionette and set her gently to her feet. Slowly she extended her hand and wrapped her fingers into a tight fist, closing her eyes. Light danced in front of the eyes of the other Cadets. They could see the ripples that Susan could see when observing an opponent this way. Any direction that the terrorist could dodge was mapped out, predicted in response to how they would proceed. Each and every one of them could see the possibility of events play out before them. So long as they decided to perform these actions they could not miss, it was already written to be such.

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With her direction aiding the team Officer Frost struck a vital blow and brought the terrorist down. Though her mind was both empty and full of Seshat's influence Susan wavered with heavy breathing. It had certainly been a tough battle and she had nearly died several times, it was really only her Persona that kept her moving. Seshat was... her drive, she supposed. Her motivation. The deepest part within her that sought success at any price, that was in tune with everything and could impact the situation as she saw it. Had she not taken over the businesswoman would have writhed on the ground in agony, Officer Frost could not have delivered his decisive blow, and they would have been killed. It was these little events that caused a chain reaction that could decide the outcome of anything, something she had always been good at divining, though in a much more mundane setting. In the heat of battle lives were at stake. Susan held the safety of her comrades firmly in her hands every step of the way but she was responsible and accustomed to being relied on. It's what made her fear failure, she could not afford to be less than perfect at any cost.

The bandages slowly unwound from the small woman's limbs and the light returned to her eyes. Her mind was screaming in ache from all that happened tonight, the confrontation and otherwise. There was the rush of self-confidence and relief when her plan worked, familiar terror of demons and failure, the pain in her head from her physical and mental wounds, the... th-the... Susan did not have words for the earlier confrontation with the terrorist and the demon that resembled a child burning to death before her eyes. Words could not do the event justice, even as the Mistress of Scribes. It was terrible but could not be described beyond being terrible and awful. Just as she witnessed the people turn to ash before her eyes so too did Seshat's life peel away into her skeletal form of papyrus. Calming light washed over the area and a lattice of bright reeds flashed over Susan's skin when her Persona laid a hand on her back. It did nothing for the pain other than let her ignore it, but it instilled in her that this was the right decision. Susan's being here was not a mistake and she was correct in her course. If not her then someone else, and someone else would not be as careful or prepared. They could have failed. She did not. No matter the trauma she faced it would have had to have been someone who would experience it, and although horrible she had not stopped. Susan continued and ensured her team could continue. It had to be done.

She grimaced and placed a hand to her head. The clown had left a large bruise on her temple and a cut above that which was bleeding slightly. The bleeding wasn't bad but she would want to stop by the ambulance afterward to have herself checked for concussion. She looked at the blood on her hand for a while, panting with exhaustion for a while before moving her eyes back up toward her teammates with their usual dulled luster. She had been standing in place for nearly a minute, thought it felt shorter and longer at once.
".............I-I am sorry," she finally spoke up, "...th-the obstruction has been cleared, we should keep moving. I will update the other team as appropriate..." Susan wavered on her feet for another few seconds before putting one foot after the other and then breaking into a jog.

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Albrecht's eyes hanged on the sight of the defeated clown for a brief moment, there was a sadistic satisfaction within him, like an artist who had just performed a magnum opus, his sword was a brush and his enemies' blood was his paint, the glorious slaughter was his art. He remained unaware until the sweet scent of blood reached him, it was Susan and she appeared to be in a great deal of pain, the foul clown had delivered quite the beating against her.

"Are you alright? If need be i can carry you." He offered, while not thin she was quite small. Should be barely an inconvenience for him to carry a wounded teammate. He could also just grow wings and fly around too. He'd approach her, at least offering a shoulder for her to hang on.

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As the thoughtful woman raced down the corridor she would mentally sign out and allow her thoughts to wander. It was a mess right now inside her head. Thinking was difficult when her body hurt, when her mind was assaulted, when she had so many problems to factor in while simultaneously dealing with death. This was not the first time Susan had watched someone die, and not the first time she had indirectly caused someone to be killed. Old wounds had been opened along with fresh new ones and painful memories swam back to the surface of her mind. It was a lot to process and she could not take the time, there were more important things that needed her attention. She kept eerily quiet as she traveled, even as Albrecht talked to her. She had gotten to the mirror and began moving it into position before the small woman even responded.


Her voice and expression were devoid of emotion. That was a luxury she could not afford right now. Feelings had no room in this situation, feelings weren't going to keep her alive. Once she was safely outside and after impressions in front of royalty and the other Cadets she could safely and quietly have an emotional breakdown but at the moment there was no time for it. She did not look at him as she spoke, and continued as a robot would to move on to the next room.
".....I will slow my pace to allow Officer Hunt to keep up with the group. Once we are together again we will continue at a faster pace. I will move to an overwatch position within the next room." Susan began a slow, deliberate, and careful walk toward the next room with the mirror, scanning left to right for signs of hostile activity. It was overwhelming with the mindless dancers here but she had become adept overtime at picking aggressors out of a crowd as a necessity. Her hands  began to tremble uncontrollably though her demeanor didn't change, a symptom of the deep and hidden turmoil she was going through at the moment. But she wouldn't share it with anyone. Not right now. It was not the time or place. Seshat would have closely behind to spread more calming mental energy over her, almost as if she were subconsciously licking her wounds.

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