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tvk2012-05-02 07:09 pm
croibhristeoir) wrote in tvk2012-05-02 07:09 pm
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⚔ 024; [video/text]
[The phone wasn't 'turned on' so much as it was 'knocked aside', or at least knocked out of its owner's hand. The only thing visible at first was a flash of immaculate white armor before the phone fell. After striking the ground, the video took a moment to come back into focus; at which point even under the dim lighting of the Dark Hour one might be able to make out one deadpan Persona in white currently trying to strangle his summoner in black and green.]
Why...are you...?! [Attempting to pry his Persona's hands off his throat ended in failure, but luckily enough there was a good reason for that--Diarmuid's right hand was occupied with holding the crimson lance Gae Dearg, which struck out a moment later to force the dark-haired Persona to back off...and take his own lance in hand. Trying to catch his breath as quickly as possible and stumbling just a little, Diarmuid moved into a fighting stance opposite the other lance wielder.]
[Lightning fast blurs of light and dark armor clashed against each other, the striking of blade on blade illuminating the air with the occasional sparks as they met each other's attacks. It was fortunate, Diarmuid realized, that his Noble Phantasm had been returned to him. Even without its power, there was no lance in this world which he could use with nearly as much skill or expertise. And if this was the opponent he had to face...then he would need every bit of skill he could pull together.]
[But there was a problem, evident in the small hesitations and missteps only an expert could possibly notice. Though he hid it well and though a healing spell had fixed the worst of it, Diarmuid was still injured. And by the smallest of irritated looks on his face, it was clear his Persona saw it as well. Of course he did--he was a manifestation of Ireland's greatest knight, summoned from the heart of one who held him in the highest regard. It would have been stupid to assume he didn't see those small mistakes as a tremendous neon sign proclaiming exactly where Diarmuid was injured.]
[The white lance crackled with sparks of blue electricity, and at the next moment the long-haired Persona moved--twirling and swinging his lance to strike at Diarmuid's midsection with the shaft rather than the blade itself.]
[Whether the resounding crack that resulted was from the electricity or Diarmuid's already cracked ribs breaking further was anyone's guess, but he collapsed almost immediately with a choked cry of pain. Why his Persona hadn't gone for a killing strike was unclear, at least until one saw the expression of the knight standing over his fallen summoner. He looked down at Diarmuid with cold disdain, as if to say he wasn't even worth the bloodstains his lance would receive. With that, he disappeared as the video cut out.]
[About five minutes later, there would be a short message to follow:]
few streets south of the hotel
i could use some help
immediately
Why...are you...?! [Attempting to pry his Persona's hands off his throat ended in failure, but luckily enough there was a good reason for that--Diarmuid's right hand was occupied with holding the crimson lance Gae Dearg, which struck out a moment later to force the dark-haired Persona to back off...and take his own lance in hand. Trying to catch his breath as quickly as possible and stumbling just a little, Diarmuid moved into a fighting stance opposite the other lance wielder.]
[Lightning fast blurs of light and dark armor clashed against each other, the striking of blade on blade illuminating the air with the occasional sparks as they met each other's attacks. It was fortunate, Diarmuid realized, that his Noble Phantasm had been returned to him. Even without its power, there was no lance in this world which he could use with nearly as much skill or expertise. And if this was the opponent he had to face...then he would need every bit of skill he could pull together.]
[But there was a problem, evident in the small hesitations and missteps only an expert could possibly notice. Though he hid it well and though a healing spell had fixed the worst of it, Diarmuid was still injured. And by the smallest of irritated looks on his face, it was clear his Persona saw it as well. Of course he did--he was a manifestation of Ireland's greatest knight, summoned from the heart of one who held him in the highest regard. It would have been stupid to assume he didn't see those small mistakes as a tremendous neon sign proclaiming exactly where Diarmuid was injured.]
[The white lance crackled with sparks of blue electricity, and at the next moment the long-haired Persona moved--twirling and swinging his lance to strike at Diarmuid's midsection with the shaft rather than the blade itself.]
[Whether the resounding crack that resulted was from the electricity or Diarmuid's already cracked ribs breaking further was anyone's guess, but he collapsed almost immediately with a choked cry of pain. Why his Persona hadn't gone for a killing strike was unclear, at least until one saw the expression of the knight standing over his fallen summoner. He looked down at Diarmuid with cold disdain, as if to say he wasn't even worth the bloodstains his lance would receive. With that, he disappeared as the video cut out.]
[About five minutes later, there would be a short message to follow:]
few streets south of the hotel
i could use some help
immediately
[Action]
[Once they arrive at the hotel, Snake ushers Diarmuid in and looks around for any staff that could help him.]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
I'd rather not end up killing you by accident either.
[Action]
[Action]