Cleaning House (Party of Two; Fred)

[Luka Kurokawa]

Well, that was easy. Want to keep going? If all the fights could be easy like that, they could probably clear this place out with little difficulty. It probably wouldn't take very long either. Though, Luka honestly wondered how strong that punch attack was. Was that enemy just weak to his attack or was it something else? All she knew was that it was probably the most powerful attack she had seen yet.

That was a pretty powerful attack you have there. Have you been at this for a long time? The whole demon-killing thing, I mean. One thing that seemed to be the case was that people got stronger the longer they had their ability. Was this guy doing this just as long as she was? Or did he break this idea? He certainly didn't seem to show up until a bit later when all of this seemed to start happening. After all, none of the people who seemed to awaken to this ability seemed to have it longer than a couple weeks by this point. Everyone seemed to awaken to it recently. Luka still had a feeling that there were people who had done this for longer though.

[Frederick Cooper]

”Sure. I don't mind smashing a few heads right now.” Honestly, Frederick was slightly chaffed his goal was, for the second time, foiled, but it wasn't like this young lady had done so intentionally. Plus, God Hand proved to be an experience that really made him feel all warm and fuzzy all over. In the “World Domination is coming” sort of way. The majority of his annoyance was blanketed with triumph and progress. He had no real issues with this turn of events. Then the girl asked an interesting question. What was “a long time”, exactly? That was a very good question.

”Well, not sure if you'd call it long or not, but a few weeks now. Nothing major. God Hand is pretty powerful, yeah. It's my only actual attack besides this thing here.” He noted, hefting up his ax. ”Fourth iteration of the attack. No crowd control has popped up yet. Only other thing Zouchouten is good for is slow regeneration. So, not that long. I think it balances out that I've got one really powerful attack, and nothing else yet. Hoping that changes soon. I'm gonna need something better than a little ax if the big boys can take a punch.” He shrugged lightly.

”You? About the same? Longer, shorter?” Simple enough questions to break the ice before the next bunch came. He was sure they'd come. He had that feeling.

[Alice]

Devilish Raven
Resist: Fire
Weak: Ice
Skills: Agilao, Mamudo Matarukaja

Griping Idol
Resist: Dark, Pierce
Weak: Light
Skills: Mahama, Diarama, Foolish Whisper

[Luka Kurokawa]

Well, that explanation was certainly interesting. It gave Luka a few answers and a little insight about different personas. Again, this person only recently got their persona so they have had it about as long as her. However, he has a very strong attack that is probably a bit stronger than her sword technique. While it may seem like he is simply stronger, he hasn't developed any other abilities. Everything went straight to that one attack. It was kind of surreal, really. Everyone was getting similar skills at different intervals over time. How did that all work anyway?

Interesting. You've had it around as long as me. Though, I seemed to start getting my skills a bit later. It seems that everyone grows in different ways from what I'm gathering. The next wave of enemies appeared at that time. It certainly is interesting though. I wonder what our limits are? Oh. And you can take the bird. I got the other thing. Flashing her sword, Luka charged in and sliced the idol with a strong blow that nearly decimated it right from the start. The thing healed itself as if to prevent that, unfortunately. Realizing she couldn't let it keep doing that, Luka sliced at it some more until it stopped moving. It was nowhere near as elegant as her usual swordsmanship display. It was more of her just hacking at it until it was dead. Oh well. She looked plenty cool all the other times. Cutting a rock was a pain in the ass though.

[Frederick Cooper]

”Different strokes for different folks. Different speeds, too, I guess.” Frederick noted before blinking as the next wave appeared. Girl was pretty forward. Seemed like he would be fighting- . . . it was one of those damn fire-spewing birds. Okay, sure. He was fine with the girl deciding who they'd fight. And he was a-okay with the target this time around, too. He still owed those bastards a good pummeling. Rolling his head on his shoulders, he called for Zouchouten. Time for the second impact!

”Go-go God Hand!” He was practically cheering by that point. To be fair, he was essentially using voice controls to have a mecha pummel monsters into oblivion. With rocket punches. Shit was pretty cash, to be honest. Said fist propelled itself at the bird, splatting it against the wall before it sludged on down to the floor and disappeared. Frederick, one. Bird assholes, zero. The proper scoreboard for the working-class sandwich man. He crossed his arms and looked to the young lady. A name would be good.