Primal Urges [Party of 2; Open]

[Seiji Dalton]

Things were getting a little easier for Seiji. The dark world's mysteries weren't opening themselves to him but he was improving bit by bit with each trip made here. Someone, Seiji didn't know who, was in for an almost comical sight. He'd positioned himself on an overgrown statue in one of the parts of the dark, twisted version of Yoyogi Park that managed to be lit. It was the same statue at which Seiji fought his second battle alongside his brother. Now though? He was doing his homework while he waited on someone to show up. Yoyogi Park had proven itself a hotbed of activity in the past few days. So far, Seiji had met a prettyboy on a horse, a loopy girl who liked swinging her sword, some lady with an odd looking Persona, and one of his schoolmates. He was curious to see who would show up today to grind their way through whatever this strange world could throw at them. "Maybe it'll be another lumbering Spriggan or a tree man. I thought Spriggans were supposed to be cute, sprightly little things." He remarked as he carried a two to a seven. Math was one of Seiji's stronger subjects. He just had to actually find the time to do it.

He'd carry on like this until someone showed up. They inevitably would. Without even looking up from his homework, he greeted the person when he heard footsteps nearby. "Hello and welcome to your nightly rumble with creatures of the night. I'm Seiji Dalton and tonight I'll be your melee DPS. Hopefully whatever is out there won't show up until I'm finished with this problem. It was probably some kind of demon that invented the quadratic formula anyway." He remarked. Tonight, he'd decided to go out in his casual clothes. His hoodie was buttoned up and the hood covered his head to keep him warm. By his side were his backpack and bastard sword. A cloud had covered the moon by the time the person showed up so Seiji had summoned the glowing, floating card that would summon his Persona when shattered. Instead of shattering it, he used its light to continue on with his homework. Maybe it was too soon to be this casual about murdering fairies. With his luck, he'd probably have another wailing banshee thrown at him that would nearly murder him with its high pitched scream.

[Tristan Carter]

Now that Tristan had experienced some actual combat, he felt like he was prepared to take on anything. Or, a least, figure out some things about what was going on. He went back to the park, feeling like there he could make the most headway. Nothing else, he could take down the tree-things.

He was still in regular clothing, as he didn't quite have the money for anything protective yet. Besides, he was at his most comfortable with a dark tee and jeans. His sword, which he still had yet to test, was held with a surprisingly limp wrist. Even so, Tristan wasn't going to tae any chances. He was prepared to tighten his grip and swing at anything.

He was musing about what could possibly appear this time when he heard some nutjob blathering on. Looking up, Tristan noticed a kid sitting on top of a statue doing homework. Found the nut, Tristan mused to himself. The people who come out here certainly are odd, huh?

"Umm...." He started saying, figuring he might as well get the introductions out of the way while still not knowing how to. "I'm Tristan. Not gonna lie.... I'm not sure thats the best place to be doing homework. Or the area in general for that matter." With a watchful eye, he gave a sweep of the area. Last time, people showing up distracted him. He was determined to not let that happen again.

[Alice]

Marie Lebeau has a great scream.

Banshee
Null: Ice
Resist: Dark
Weak: Fire, Light
Skills: Bufula, Mudo, Dormina, Tarukaja

Silky
Null: Ice
Weak: Fire
Skills: Bufula, Mabufu, Media, Rakunda

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan spotted something in his sweep. Approaching them were two creatures, one of which started shrieking. With a smirk, he looked to the other boy, who had yet to introduce himself. "Well," he said, getting himself into a battle stance. "Somebody should probably shut that thing up, huh? Persona!" he shouted, and then the Greek appeared (Tristan had identified him as the classic hero, Odysseus) and shot a ball of darkness at the screamer. When the attack seemed to do next to nothing, Tristan turned to the other boy.

"It appears you get to shut her up," he said with a sly smile but fear in his eyes. "You, uh... Have fun with that. I'll take care of the other one." He summoned Odysseus again, shooting another ball of darkness, but this time at the other creature. It seemed to actually be harmed by it, which Tristan found encouraging.

The creature attacked with a giant spire of ice, which did a fair amount of damage. Tristan gritted his teeth from the pain. However, he felt something else in his mind. Reacting to it far quicker than last time, he called forth Odysseus again, who was brandishing a sword this time. The specter slashed down, cleaving the creature in two.

"Holy hell, what the hell are these things? Do you have any answers?"

[Seiji Dalton]

"Hey. I knew someone else was coming. You look like you can handle yourself well enough. I think. This was a prime time to deal with my homewo-" The same wail he'd heard before made his head turn instantly. Wart was summoned in less than an instant. "Pretty interesting Persona you have there, buddy." As per usual, he held back on helping until his partner was in some sort of immediate danger or otherwise in need of assistance. Sure enough, the Persona the new guy used made short work of the enemy he'd decided to take out. But the Banshee wasn't phased in the least by the ball of darkness shot his way by the heroic spirit or whatever he wanted to call his Persona.

That meant it was Wart's time to shine. Seiji gathered his things. Luckily for him, he *had* in fact finished that math problem before things got too hairy. Wart danced around the Banshee. The last one and this one were similar in basically every way. Same speed, same slow movements, same taunting gaze, same wail. The wail hurt him bad when she actually focused it so he compelled Wart to do something utterly logical and totally anticlimactic: Go for the head.

With the superior speed of the animal knight, the effort wasn't in vain. A clean, fatal cut at the neck brought the life of the Banshee to an end. It seemed like logic was more important in this game than hit points. What kind of a RPG was this?! Anyway, Seiji didn't feel particularly impressed with himself so he wrote down a series of digits on a piece of paper. "Hey. Call me or text me some time tomorrow and we'll set up a meeting or something. It's not safe to talk here and we could both get ambushed by something stronger. As for now, just know that there seems to be portals *and* a weird parallel world. Namely the one we're in right now. This one has Fae, Demons, Youkai, or whatever you want to call them while the other one has creatures that are more shadowy. We'll talk more later. People to see, things to do. Take a ticket and have a nice day." Wow. He sure felt like an asshole, talking to that guy that way. But really, he'd have hell getting to school on time the next day if he didn't leave soon.