Life Is Beautiful (Party of 2, open to 1;view notes)

[Frederick Cooper]

It hadn't been too long since Fred had checked up on his girlfriend. She was a bit of a nightowl, and he was typically busy during the day, so they often had late night rendezvous at her place if she didn't feel like coming and staying at the cafe for the night. He was in a good mood, overall. He'd recently been part of a battle against a T-rex. It wasn't much of a good sport, in the sense that it was actually an asshole, but it was still a noteworthy experience. He wasn't entirely sure how the whole "Museum Structural Damage" issue played out, though. He wasn't even that worried about it, on top of that. Really and truly, that was a chapter of his life that had closed.

Now he wanted to brofist a pterodactyl.

Back to his girlfriend, she didn't have the, er, "potential". Or whatever a sane person wanted to call the ability to stay conscious during that hidden hour. She was resting soundly in a coffin- as fucking morbid as that sounded. Honestly, the thought made his insides quiver in a very bad way. Like upset stomach after half-spoiled meat, or something. It wasn't that he was sensitive to thoughts of gore or things that were morbid, but he didn't like the thought of someone he cared about being in a coffin. Even if it wasn't that kind of coffin.

To dismiss the thoughts, the large man whistled to himself, twirling his ax. He was still in a good mood, odd thoughts aside. Whatever got in his way? Well, they'd get smashed. With one hundred percent less alcoholic content.

Note: While open, I would prefer it if only people that have not explored alongside Fred pop into this. Alts are perfectly fine; he just needs more character exposure. Social follow-up is also possible and welcome.

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan was smiling. For whatever reason, he had started feeling good about the whole situation. Whatever the reason, he doubted it would make much of a difference. Besides, feeling good was about as far from a bad thing as possible. On top of that, it wasn't like he was being reckless. He was able to switch into combat mode like the flip of a switch.

He was walking around in the neighborhood where the shadows frequented when he saw a heavy-set guy in the same area. He had no doubts that the man had the ability of a Persona, but Tristan found himself curious about said man's abilities and behaviors. As such, he stood back a bit, waiting for the creatures to attack. After they did, Tristan would introduce himself, of course.

[Satanick]

Fun Seeker
Null: Wind
Weak: Strike
Skills: Zionga, Agilao, Power Charge

Sound Balance
Resist: Fire, Wind
Weak: Slash, Light
Skills: Viper Smash, Megido, Recarm

[Frederick Cooper]

Something that could only be described as the fusion of a survival horror monster and RPG bullshit appeared. Riki had been in such a pleasant mood! Why couldn't it be something more normal? Like a table? Or a hand. Hell, he'd be fine with one of those wrestler things. Instead, he got some RPG shit. He shook his head and lobbed his ax at the enemy. The ax planted itself into the pseudo-invisible face while Zouchouten appeared. Mechazou shot in and delivered a terrible ax kick! It was a smashing hit. Ten out of ten. Would attack again. With a series oh “Uh, uh, oh~” as he half-juggled his ax to get a proper grip on it, the man took a sudden burst of fire from the bat-face-magic thing. It burned. The ring of fire, oh it burned.

What probably burned more was the sensation of one's face literally being smashed in by a robot king's heel. Which is what followed the monster's fireball. The face disintegrated while the man patted his clothing out. Seriously, he wasn't a bad cook. His clothing should never smell like smoke and soot.

What an insult.

A painful insult. Like a boot to the head.

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan wasn't surprised by the creatures appearing. He wasn't even surprised by the forms that they took. What surprised him was the fact that they had come after the two humans individually. The other guy handled his creature fairly well, Tristan noted. That encouraged the boy as he looked at the scales that approached him. These things aren't really normal, huh? he asked himself. Scales? Am I supposed to be getting a "judged for my sins" vibe from this thing? Tristan simply looked at the creature as he noticed that it started to glow. Suddenly, Tristan felt worried. He quickly summoned Odysseus and had the Greek boost his speed. He dashed out of the way as a ball of light shot from the scales. The light didn't seem to be an attack, though. It flew towards the other creature's general direction, and suddenly the face thing reformed.

"Shiiiiit," Tristan said as he ran towards the other guy. "Bro, get back," he told the man. "I let that shit happen, I'll clean the mess." As he said that, he noticed the scales had moved towards him. The boy realized he was directly between the two creatures. The scales rushed towards him as the face thing shot a burst of fire at him.

Tristan side-stepped and let the scales take the brunt of the fire attack as it slammed into the face. The scales didn't seem overly fazed by the fire, but the face screamed as it vaporized again. The scales started to glow, but Tristan intervened. He summoned Odysseus again, but this time the Greek didn't seem armed with anything. However, a black symbol materialized underneath the scales. Odysseus raised his arms and pure darkness rose from the symbol and enveloped the scales.

The scales still lived, though. Tristan quickly responded by summoning Odysseus again, who was armed with a blade this time. The Greek swung his sword downwards and the scales split in two. Tristan, happy with his handiwork, turned towards the other man. "Hey, sorry about that. I'm Tristan," he said with a bow.