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victory_road2016-08-17 06:18 pm
kissmyaspis) wrote in victory_road2016-08-17 06:18 pm
2nd Ω [Video/Action for Ecruteak]
[Action; Ecruteak City]
[Athena was not in a good mood. This isn't really surprising, considering her general attitude since being dragged to this planet and its strange form of captivity, but today was different. She's seen no sign of Rhys since they all arrived in town for the festival, and with Jack lurking about, all signs pointed to something bad happening. But with a lack of clues as to what exactly went down, Athena was left to pace her room at the inn like a caged lion, before deciding screw it. She was going to hunt Jack down and interrogate him if she had to.
However, the moment she stepped outside, the hairs at the back of her neck stood straight up as the feeling of being watched hit her like a truck. Mind immediately snapping back into her soldier mentality, Athena whipped around, one arm raised as if to bring up the shield that isn't there....
... Only to be confronted with a face she hasn't seen in years.
Athena can practically feel the color drain from her face as her sister stares back at her. That face so like her own and yet not, her eyes brighter and her features softer, her whole being unmarred by Atlas indoctrination and the weight of guilt over countless victims slain by her own hands. That face, a face Athena could only remember twisted with horror and pain, now looked at her with concern. A hand - one Athena could only remember holding while cold and still and slick with blood - reached out to her, and Athena nearly stumbled in her haste to keep the distance between herself and this shadow of her past.]
... Jess?
[Video; later]
[With the entrance she made, it's safe to assume that people probably had a certain... uneasy view of Athena. So when her face shows up on the gear today, pale and shaken, it's a wonder if this is even the same woman.]
How do we get rid of them.
[It's a demand more than a question. For most, they might already have a good idea of who "them" is, but for those who haven't had the misfortune of running into the ghosts yet...
Over Athena's shoulder, half-hidden by Xiphos stalwartly trying to keep the apparition a good distance away from his master, a girl can be seen. She's clearly a few years younger, and there's no hint of Athena's surly demeanor about her, but the face, the eyes... everything about her screams sister. And boy, just the sight of this kid seems to really be freaking Athena out.]
These... specters. Ghosts. All ghosts on this planet are pokemon, correct? Would that mean battling them will chase them off?
[She manages to not sound desperate, but if it was possible, she'd be going even paler at her own words. If that was the only way to deal with this, if the only way to get this ghost to stop wearing the face of her sister was to attack it again... that's one battle Athena isn't sure she can fight.]
[Athena was not in a good mood. This isn't really surprising, considering her general attitude since being dragged to this planet and its strange form of captivity, but today was different. She's seen no sign of Rhys since they all arrived in town for the festival, and with Jack lurking about, all signs pointed to something bad happening. But with a lack of clues as to what exactly went down, Athena was left to pace her room at the inn like a caged lion, before deciding screw it. She was going to hunt Jack down and interrogate him if she had to.
However, the moment she stepped outside, the hairs at the back of her neck stood straight up as the feeling of being watched hit her like a truck. Mind immediately snapping back into her soldier mentality, Athena whipped around, one arm raised as if to bring up the shield that isn't there....
... Only to be confronted with a face she hasn't seen in years.
Athena can practically feel the color drain from her face as her sister stares back at her. That face so like her own and yet not, her eyes brighter and her features softer, her whole being unmarred by Atlas indoctrination and the weight of guilt over countless victims slain by her own hands. That face, a face Athena could only remember twisted with horror and pain, now looked at her with concern. A hand - one Athena could only remember holding while cold and still and slick with blood - reached out to her, and Athena nearly stumbled in her haste to keep the distance between herself and this shadow of her past.]
... Jess?
[Video; later]
[With the entrance she made, it's safe to assume that people probably had a certain... uneasy view of Athena. So when her face shows up on the gear today, pale and shaken, it's a wonder if this is even the same woman.]
How do we get rid of them.
[It's a demand more than a question. For most, they might already have a good idea of who "them" is, but for those who haven't had the misfortune of running into the ghosts yet...
Over Athena's shoulder, half-hidden by Xiphos stalwartly trying to keep the apparition a good distance away from his master, a girl can be seen. She's clearly a few years younger, and there's no hint of Athena's surly demeanor about her, but the face, the eyes... everything about her screams sister. And boy, just the sight of this kid seems to really be freaking Athena out.]
These... specters. Ghosts. All ghosts on this planet are pokemon, correct? Would that mean battling them will chase them off?
[She manages to not sound desperate, but if it was possible, she'd be going even paler at her own words. If that was the only way to deal with this, if the only way to get this ghost to stop wearing the face of her sister was to attack it again... that's one battle Athena isn't sure she can fight.]
video
It has to be. They were all starting to gather at the bonfire, weren't they? That must have triggered something...
[Athena's brain can work as fast as any computer, especially when it comes to anything related to battle, so she's trying to put together what she had read up, the strengths and weaknesses of each type of monster...]
Maybe we need something else. Another ghost type, perhaps?
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[unless the spirits never made it back to the afterlife, but that thought is far too ridiculous for Kaz to entertain, considering he hasn't seriously believed in this stuff for a long, long time.]
No, not that, either, and not Dark-types.
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[Ugh, damnit. She knew these monsters weren't as harmless as everyone said, but no, they just thought she was overreacting...!]
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