Moonlit Dementia [Neutral Case File]

The attack from the demon was rather easily dodged as Rampage simply slipped to the side to take advantage of the opening the demon left when it launched it's attack, and she dashed in once more, trying to keep the pressure on him as the others seemed to be recuperating "come on you ugly bugger, look over here, I'm the one you should be worried about you ugly git" she called out as she launched another set of punches at him to try to keep him focused on her.

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A cleansing pulse would wring the poison from her brain. Wicked shook her head and stood dumbfounded for a moment, caught in the revelation that she could move her body the way she wanted again and think thoughts as she'd like. She wiggled her fingers in front of her face... and then clenched them into a tight fist gritting her teeth beneath the shade of her hat. Before she wasn't committed to it but this time was different. This time Patty had a lot to be angry about. The preachiness, the unsolicited drugs, she hated this thing. She hated this thing with every blood vessel that pumped through her skinny frame. Patricia let her anger explode and stepped into the storm.

"RrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!! The lanky chick growled, basically foaming at the mouth as she stomped on the ground. Lightning arced across it in arcane runes until it formed a glowing circle on the ground, drying all the water in its wake. The energy shot up through everyone around her. They could feel just how pissed she was and her fury coursed through them, through the ground, through the air, it was an oppressive and smothering hatred that couldn't be ignored. Patty vibrated with absolute freakin' loathing as her Persona manifested behind her with a sinister smile as her eyes became more catlike and her hair began to grow. Wicked breathed sharp and heavy breaths as the spectral witch cackled and transmogrified.


Wicked threw an arm out and summoned her staff, pulling air into her lungs as she forced the energy of her emotions into her spirit and sent them careening outward.


Bridgette Bishop's hair twitched for a brief half-second of stillness before swarming forward toward the demon at lightning speed. A powerful gale howled past and shook the trees as her silver lockes whipped about in an attempt to slash it to ribbons, to dig and rip through its flesh, to rip it to shreds for what it did. It was going to be painful. And it was going to take longer than it should have.

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It didn't kill it but the severing gale knocked it to the mud-slicked ground. Wicked gripped her staff and began to take slow steps toward the felled demon. She could still feel the power charging through her veins. The hate would drive her forward. The tip of her staff began to spark as she marched. It was going to die. She was gonna murder it, it fucking pissed her off and she was gonna kill it dead.
"You. Have SERIOUSLY fucked! With the wrong fucking BITCH!!" she screamed, taking off into a sprint toward the beast just like everyone else was probably doing, footfalls splashing up gritty water. She didn't care. All she saw was red. Patricia used her momentum to turn and slam down the tip of her staff into the demon like a sledgehammer, the concentrated energy focused in the tip exploding against it in a wave of pure mana.

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The body began to crumble and dissipate. Life had finally left the creature after the final assault. It didn't leave with a bang, but with a silence. There would be nothing left of him, just the fallen pill bottle it once voraciously consumed. Raidou stepped forward and took it before giving an close examining eye. It was just a bottle of pills and before she put the cap back on, they appeared to be green in color. There was a kind of foreboding, knowing what these little things can do to a normal human being. But never mind that, she could hear painful moaning and stirring in the distance. The dealer who was thrown aside was beginning to get her bearings.

Raidou wordlessly walked towards her as she pocketed the drugs. The detective approached with sword in hand and pointed it at the criminal's. She was in no mood for games, not after what just happened before her very eyes. There were questions circulating in her mind right now. And when the dealer noticed the look on the Kuzunoha's face, she understood it was a serious matter.


"I... W-what do you want? Wh-where's that guy? That fucking weirdo?" she asked while looking around the area. Her eyes widened in shock at the twisted figure of her former coworker. She was in deep shit, she knew that even with seeing the blade in the black figure's hand. But seeing a corpse for the first time, she recoiled back in horror. Little did she know, there were far more dire implications than she realized...

Wicked's body tensed, flexing under the adrenaline coursing through her system. She clenched her staff in a vice grip as if to squeeze the life out of it. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she blankly watched the body burn away... and there was nothing left. ...and that's all. That was all that happened to this tweaker, he got too deep into the wrong shit and he fucking died out in the woods. Yep. Nothing else to say. Even if he was a demon that didn't take away where he came from and Patty knew that. He was a person at some point. He used to be people. And then he went down a fucked up path and now he was dead and she they all killed him, even if he asked for it. Wicked swung her arm absentmindedly, angrily, banging her staff against the trees to work out her aggression. They did what they had to do, it didn't feel good to do it. But they had to. She tried, she honestly tried to stop this from happening but it went south way fuckin' quick and they didn't have a choice. They had to kill him. Patty didn't know where to point her anger, she just knew she was mad. She wanted to fight more things and blow shit up to work through what she was feeling but it wasn't gonna help. It wouldn't change anything.

The demon summoner chick went straight to work, not like Patty could blame her. This was a job to her. To Patricia it was personal and she didn't fuckin' wanna be here anymore after everything that happened. All she knew was that she hurt and shit got hard and dealing with anything that wasn't focusing on calming herself down was a chore by itself. Still banging her staff around Wicked would lazily chuck it into the woods for it to dissipate without her touch and shaky hands would go to light a cigarette. Even that was ruined for her. She didn't know what to do anymore. She wanted to go home and get fucked up, maybe forget some of this stuff but it scared her. It scared her to be alone and out of control. Maybe she'd go drink the night away, what-fuckin-ever.

Then the dealer spoke up and Patty found somewhere she could throw all that hate at.
"Ha ha ha go fuckin' figure!" she laughed. It wasn't a happy laugh. "When you give people shit that turns them into demons and they take it they turn into fuckin' demons! Psssh, fuckin' dumbass. ...we just saved your life, you better be grateful and answer whatever questions get asked. Wished you woulda fuckin' died instead..." As happy-go-lucky or hot-tempered as she could be Patty's tone was ice cold. She wasn't gonna have anything else to say until she had to pistol whip a bitch in the mouth. Even her hate was chilled, she just didn't have the energy or the spirit to bite her head off. Wicked was fuckin' done with this, so past fuckin' done with this. She didn't wanna deal with it.

Patricia sighed deeply, inhaling the smoke from her cig and blowing a drifting cloud out through her mouth. There wasn't anything else that could of been done. Nothing she could of changed. It was fucked up and that's how it was, but if it was anyone's fault it was the dealer's. She reminded her of the meth pushers, the heroin kings, the people who knew their stuff ruined lives and sold it anyway. At least with some of the shit like coke or X you could be a functional person with it but that other stuff destroyed people and she made a choice to push it. Wicked had no sympathy, she'd get whatever was comin' to her. Patricia ran a gloved hand across her face and started to lazily pace around while waiting, Raidou could do her thing but she wasn't going anywhere until this shit got fixed. She already came this far.
"Hey," she announced to Marta, obviously calling him out, "You cool or what? You still fucked up? Ssssh, you got to kill a junkie tonight, hope you're fuckin' happy about it." So she was checking up on him but Wicked was still pretty standoffish and not a lot could change that right now. But she wasn't worried he'd flip out like the other guy did. All it was gonna mean was her hands would get dirtier and the night would get longer. She already knew what she was capable of.
"What about everyone else, huh? How we do?" she called out in her agitated voice, flicking the ash off her cigarette. Even if she was pissed and upset she still didn't want anyone else getting hurt. Cowgirl and Wiz were probably fine but Jingles got fuckin' smoked pretty damn hard.

After the Damned bastard fell Rampage looked over to the screaming and fuming Wicked, then to the waking up Dealer, she took the moment to walk over and tower behind the woman that hired them and look down at the Dealer "I suggest you co-operate..." was all she said, though she focused an angry glare at the drug dealer, with that she turned for now and walked back towards Wicked who seemed to be...shaken..to say the least.

Thinking over the situation Isabelle wasn't to surprised she didn't feel to much about killing the druggy turned Demon, Though truth be told, after the things she experienced in that lab, and what little she remembered of her escape, this wasn't her first kill, that much she was sure of, and was basically confirmed by Astarte in her own mind, though still the way this happened did leave a bad taste in her mouth, it was the fact that this person didn't choose this, they were an addict, they were trying to feed that addiction, and people were knowingly selling this to people knowing what it did.

Wicked seemed to lash out again, slightly anyway, asking if someone was happy they killed the guy, she then went on to ask how everyone thought they did, it was...odd really, though back at the playhouse Wicked had mentioned that this was rather...personal..to her Did she know the druggy? That seemed a possibility...not a likely one but still possible, if so she was really good at hiding it for the most part.

Rampage walked over to the smaller female and knelt down "How are you doing?...you seem....frazzled..." she said gently as she gently placed a massive hand on the shorter girls shoulder "Maybe you want to grab a meal and something to drink after all this?" she asked as she waited to hear what Wicked had to say, she was a bit worried for the girl, she seemed to be taking this...rather hard.