Feral Creatures [Playhouse Dungeon Dash]

A lot of new blood had found its way to the Playhouse ever since the announcement...he knew several of those who had come to make up its numbers, much to his frustration. It does not speak well to your success in keeping others safe if they repeatedly find themselves being assaulted by demons.
They found themselves with the power to protect themselves, but that does not change the fact that they were forced to at all.

Revenant was solemn as he waited, gazing up at the full moon hanging in the sky. Things felt different this night. Ominous. The creatures that lurked the streets seemed different as well, and that was a fact that did not inspire confidence.
It didn't matter. People needed to be kept safe, and several of these new faces needed to become accustomed to their newfound strength.
He would protect them, this time.

Tomomi felt a shiver on this night as he looked up at the moon, glistening among the clouds and in the starless sky. Tonight... Something felt off tonight. Leaving home and going down through numerous alleys, Tomomi went to his destination. A meeting grounds, already in the guise of Ribbon by the time he had arrived. In his pocket was his gun and a bunch of small miscellaneous things he thought could be useful. He didn't know why, but something... Something told him that tonight, something big was going down.

And he was going to follow his instinct.

"Hey everyone. Ribbon here."

Nightingale arrived in short order, keeping to the shadows in civilian clothes most of the way. When she'd arrived at their destination, she saw Revenant. Her frame relaxed a little as she approached in her PT garb. Throwing an arm up on one of the taller man's pauldrons, she took up Nightingale's typical easy-going canter. "Hey, Handsome." She chimed, giving Revenant a sly wink before sauntering over to Ribbon. "And Hello to the Dashing Ribbon as well. I called Sultana, ahe should be here before too long. Who else is coming?" she stopped in between them, looking up at the sky. "Strength in Numbers and all that."

For now, she simply gazed up at the moon and did her best to shake the feeling of tension that was creeping down her spine.

Kendra had been nervous for once as she approached the destination she was supposed to reach. Not that she had doubted her ability to fight, remembering the events that had happened the night she learned she had a Persona, but she worried what impression she would make. She was entering a group of people who she considered heroes, after all, and she did not want to somehow fail to impress them. She was going to show up no matter what, since Nightingale had requested she had and she wouldn’t want to let her down, but she had to admit the idea of not going had entered her mind more than once.

. "Sultana has arrived!!” Sultana had been planning on saying something cool, but couldn’t come up with anything, instead going with a basic, and slightly dorky, greeting. . "Is it bad I’m excited? Should I not be excited?"

How nice of Reverant to know several of these people quite well, Gabe didn't know much about these individuals at all. But it didn't matter to him, he was happy that they even decided to show up after the small role-call announcement of doing this quick run-through of optimizing their team synergy. That was the main reason why Gabe wanted to do this dash, or even agreed to it in the first place.

"Hmm.... now this is a face I don't know at all.."

Walking over to Sultana, Gabe hoped that she knew how to follow along for the sake of keeping up with the dash. He didn't want to lose anyone today.

"Sultana...was it? Well, it's good to be excited, but it's even better to be careful and follow along with the team.  I have a bit of an ominous feeling that the shadows are even stronger than usual. "

Gabe's voice got a bit louder to address everyone else.



"This is where teamwork and coordination comes in. Do the best you can, that's the only expectation here. "

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'The Platinum Playhouse... The name does not sound like a trustworthy group, however, I was advised to check them out. In the Backlight, but where?' Yuri wandered around for a while, before spotting a group of bizarrely dressed individuals. Still in normal clothes, he approached the strangers and said "Good evening. I was told of a Platinum Playhouse conducting recruitments," switching to his alternate appearance. "Are you the Platinum Playhouse?"

A puff of smoke escaped Akuma as he kept out of the way-- he recognized faces here, others he didn't. Especially some beautiful ladies faces he would of gotten to know. But this was not the time. IT had been a little while since he got a grasp of what has happened to him. He was a Persona user-- whom the world saw as Terrorists. The idea terrified him, but in a world where demons roamed without control or limitations. They wanted to hurt people like him-- and even worse the people who fought against them in the eyes of society were corrupt and pawns to the real evils in this world.

Everyone was blind to the truth, and Akuma was just one of such souls held down by the repression of the goverment here. Of others.. but no longer. The voice he heard from his own Persona roared for him to go on the offense, no matter the cost.

That was exactly what he was going to do.

Dawned in a black leather gangster like appearance, wild red hair and his flaming demon-like mask, he was ready to go. He would get to grill Tomomi how he was a persona user this whole time.

Akuma, raised his hand to them as he leaned against the wall, puffing one of his cigarettes. "Nice to meet you. You can call me Dante, he replied in a bad-boy cool as ice tone of voice.

While he know he just joined this 'team', he was ready, and so was the little crow that had been following him annoyingly.

"Let's kick some demon ass! Or well, semi demon ass... well you know just not my ass." The raven said-- failing to stick the landing.

"Smooth, chicken..." Akuma grumbled as he exhaled a puff of smoke, impatient to get moving.

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Zaku Had gone to sleep that night, having worked a full day at her forge, making custom orders for people that wanted show pieces, and some that wanted functional pieces of weaponry. Though she finished all but the most complex she would leave that for the next day, as she slept though her body would start to stand on it's own and the eyes would open glowing a dull red as it walked to the closet.

An hour later Zappa was in full armor and slipping through the streets, her single glowing eye scanning across the view that her visor gave her, while her armor hid her body, she had seen a message before, though hadn't reacted to it at all at the time, but now that it was close to the meeting time she acted, she moved.

Arriving at the spot that was designated Zappa stepped out of the alleyway her weapons stowed for the moment but she seen two people she recognized and nodded to them "We going out on a sortie I assume?" she said in her robotic and filtered voice as she started to do a weapons check on her gear as she waited for the confirmation.

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Trinity was well aware that Gabe had plans for them all to do some training, and she had planned her day around that, taking it easy most of the day and resting up, using it as one of her "rest days" where she really didn't have to work, it would make doing the run later that night easier. She did take her time to talk things over with her siblings however, and decide what they should move on to do later.

As night fell she went to bed, though she did slip out later as the time to meet up grew closer, and she navigated the streets easily as she made her way to the meeting point, her mask firmly on as she also brought with her the new mask she had gained not to long ago, a mask that would hopefully allow her to help more then she had before.

As she arrived with her mask and other self on she looked to the others "I see many have gathered....much more then I thought there would be..." she said, though some were conspicuous by there absence, though she wouldn't mention as such for the moment.

Her sense of direction had never been the greatest. Combine that with poor sleep and the sense of unease brought about by the overhanging full moon, it wasn't a surprise she was nearly late to the proverbial party. She'd approach the meeting point, wearing a trench coat, though not the one she usually wore, as the stubborn dust on the shoulders of the garment could attest to.

One one hand, she was unsure about all of this, this all seemed too surreal. She'd never had much positive to say about what the media had called terrorists, but then there was the broadcast, and in a case of hilarious iron, she now was one of them. Well, she would be labelled as one if found out, anyways. But then on the other hand, she wanted to... No, she had to know the truth. About all this, about that broadcast.

With a deep breath, her mask would manifest in her hand, the rest of her attire appearing in a bout of blue fire as she donned it. She stepped into view.

She could recognize Tomomi, as well as the armored man and the girl from that ngiht. But then there were others. They all seemed so young, only two men stood out as a little older. One of them was the man from the broadcast.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I got a little lost on the way." Isabella spoke, he mask upon herface seemign to give her voice an ever so slight reverb. "I'm a friend of T- Ribbon." She explained, as she slowly swept her gaze across the group.

As the Terrorists gathered, Tomomi took note of each one as they approached. Revenant, Nightingale, Gambler, and many he didn't recognise. Then, brief discussion began, and a general consensus that they needed to act to grow stronger occurred. So the group prepared, going into a writhing mass of tunnels and mazes in the shadowed alleys of -generic location within the city-.

There, Tomomi took point, more out of belief that it was the only thing he was good for than any bravery or leadership. "Okay guys, um... Let's go straight on for now, and peek around the corner there?" His voice was hushed, and hoping he was followed by allies, Tomomi went forward, stopping at the corner.

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Sultana had been hoping, just a little bit, she might get to lead as unrealistic as that expectation was. So she was disappointed when the one called Ribbon got to lead. Still, not much use in complaining. ”I’ll just follow your lead, I guess.”

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Zappa looked to the group a moment then followed along behind the one leading the way, her one red eye scanning back and forth, glowing behind the visor as it scanned around for any danger "I will be at the ready if needed..." she said as her robotic voice rang out, her heat hawk and Machine gun having already been checked out and ready for combat.

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Growing stronger... Yes, gaining power was imperative. Yuri took in the sight of the morphed city. He had never seen anything like it. 'How bizarre this world is.' The sound of the group advancing forward broke him from his thoughts. "Very well. I'm with you." He followed the well dressed man, who was leading the rest. Tonight was a good night for a slaughter of demons.

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Growing strong... Yes. If she was going to learn the truth, she was going to have to be stronger. And just from that first battle she could feel the newly awakened strength slowly swelling. Hopefully this would all go well. "Very well Ribbon, you take point, and I will be ready to provide support when needed." Isabella spoke, following the rest.

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