this is a gift; it comes with a price;

[soulsrest]

Who: Takaya and OPEN.
When: Evening, the 22nd.
Where: The Coral.
Style: Whichever.
Status: Open.

[The last thing he had remembered was pain - pain and the voices of the members of SEES around him. Death was close, and Nyx was coming. She would bring her salvation to everyone.]

[And yet… he feels somewhat damp. That is strange - strange enough that he opens his eyes and looks around. He seems to be in a plaza - but that cannot be. He was dead, even if they had managed to stop her - which was impossible no matter what they believed. No matter how much he wished to make sure her arrival was prepared… he was unable to stop them.]

[At least he would have some peace… though it appears now that he is denied it for the moment. He feels in his pocket, clasping his hand around the pills. There aren't many left. Why would he have need of them where he was going? But in this situation… this could be a problem.]

[He snatches up his gun and shrugs his shoulders, attempting to gain feeling back in them where they are starting to go a little numb and cold. He will explore this place… and find the answers that he seeks.]

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[invoker]

[Working quickly, Mitsuru uses deft hands to quickly clean the wound (it would sting, but not too much) then wrap a bandage around it. It would do for now until Akihiko could be seen by a professional. The coral took away most of the damage but it was still a wound that caused a lot of damage.

She pulled back to look at her handiwork, then concentrated.]

Diarahan!

[The Persona that was hovering behind Mitsuru shifted into a stance to cast the skill on Akihiko. She didn't dismiss her Persona, not while they were still out here and the threat of Strega over their heads.]

It'll do, for now.

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[golden_gloves]

[He's never seen this persona before in his life. It fits her, but it's definitely not Penthesilea. It's so much more powerful.]

Thanks. What should we do now?

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[invoker]

Get back to the dorm. We'll have a professional look at you and assess how much damage you sustained.

[Standing up, Mitsuru holds out a hand to him.]

Can you stand?

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[golden_gloves]

[Akihiko takes a tight hold of her hand and pulls himself up to his knees, then finally stands, favoring the good leg. It's very uncomfortable to stand -- he can feel the blood running through his leg and his nerves reacting with pain -- but he can endure it long enough to return to the dorm.]

Yeah. Don't worry about me.