[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/5r7OTIh.png[/img] [b][color=Aquamarine]wordcount:[/color][/b] 1,53 (+2) (+9 from colab) (-7 from freeing Taro) [b][color=Aquamarine]Midna: level 9[/color][/b] EXP: [color=Aquamarine]/////////////////////////////////////////////////////[/color]/////////////////////////////////////////////// (53/100) [b][color=Aquamarine]Location:[/color][/b] Seiran Clinic -> Seiran Underground [color=Aquamarine]Warp Charges:[/color] 1 [hider=warp locations] Virgin Victory teleport room Top of the Split mountain Outside the Convent of Our Lady of the Charred Visage Tostarena Town S.O.U. Building Seiran Clinic [/hider] [/center] Midna was in not the best of moods as they set out on their mission. She was angry about being yelled at by Goldlewis. She was frustrated at having been forced to go against her promise to Taro who was now bound to get into all kinds of trouble when sent to a hospital, if not now then some time down the line. She was offended by his insinuation that she hadn’t known what she was doing going down into the reservoir. But most of all, she was mad that he was at least half right about everything. Taro did need treatment, and she had 100% not been in control of the situation down there. She could have argued that the mind manipulating psychic abilities were not something she would have expected … if she hadn't had an equally embarrassing run in with them the prior day with the psychic pokemon. They had at least learned a few things. Someone in the regime had gotten up to shady stuff involving the psi-fish, and not thought/cared about the consequences of flushing them. Said psi-fish where a kidnapped people that might be open to a dialog of some kind, even if they were weird and destructive and definitely a threat to the city. Also: guns were loud and things noticed when you used them. Still, that hardly made up for the very close call, general grossness of the encounter, and the not immediately useful haul it had produced. Or at least it didn’t feel like it at the moment to the princess. Suffice to say then that Midna did not make for the best traveling companion, as the princess spent most of the time brooding in one person’s shadow or another’s, at least until after they rode the cable car down into the stilt village. There, the presence of danger forced her to engage with the party again. Now well forewarned to not take any of the monsters or people down here lightly, she helped out with the sneaking, shadow hopping here and there to chart out a route for them to follow that would take them around any dead ends, and away from any threats Blazermate detected. Once or twice she even adapted the reservoir’s lesson, and caused a disturbance somewhere away from the group to draw particularly large shoals or packs out of their path. All this helped clear her mind a bit, and so she was only moderately grouchy when she slipped out of the shadows upon reaching the rally point. There she mounted up on the back of her wolfos, one hand gripping the scruff of its neck, the other holding her (very beat up at this point) interdimensional ax, the little hatchet probably on its last legs as best she could judge it. That was unfortunate, because she did not have any other one handed melee weapons on hand. [color=Aquamarine]”It’ll have to do”[/color] she told herself as she held it against her chest and filled the blunted blade with lightning. It took a little while for her to need to use it. First they ran into the aftermath of a psych-OFF squad’s battle, one that she falsely assumed had been some time ago due to the lack of spirits littering the ground. That there was still an Other pinned to the wall however, either contradicted that assumption or simply being a testament to the monster’s durability. [color=Aquamarine]”What is this supposed to be, an example to the rest of them? I don’t know if that’s stupid or mindlessly sadistic”[/color] Midna complained through her mask, which was filtering out the small amount of smoke the Other was able to produce, finding the scene entirely distasteful. Enough so that she saw to the finishing off of the Other, though her method the pumping of however many volts of electricity into it via the rod implant it wasn’t particularly tasteful either, and she regretted the method even if it worked out. Then she crushed its spirit and got a bag of black powder for her efforts. [color=Aquamarine]”Ooooook. Well I have no idea what this is for”[/color] she admitted after peering into the little sack. Then she stashed it anyway like the loot gremlin she apparently was. The Other turned out to have been much more useful in life than it was in death as, after taking a right to avoid the psych-OFF squad, they ran into more of its kind, now forewarned about their smoke spewing trick. [color=Aquamarine]”Seen it already!”[/color] Midna taunted them, having already come up with a plan. Having already dismissed her wolfos, and swapped out one handed ax for two handed Longsword in preparation, she slipped into the shadows that now covered the entire room thanks to the smoke, while informing/warning the others that: [color=Aquamarine]”I’ll be on the left one in a flash, stay clear of it!”[/color] With this complete freedom of movement she shifted to about till she was right ontop of one of Missin Pound. Literally, as she moved to the ceiling, and then dropped out of the shadows, turning the smoke cloud into a storm cloud as she swept her sword down to deliver a lighting bolt directly atop of it. The flash of light clarified some of the silhouette in the smoke, though the princess, having had to blink to avoid blinding herself, did not benefit from this. Instead she went for a wide attack, spreading out her shadow hand into an all mighty downwards slap. Finally, using that blow to feel where the Other was rather than see it, she emptied the remaining electrical charge in her sword to form three rotating pillars of lightning that spun around it, zapping it from all sides and keeping it contained in one spot. Floating up in the air as she was, she was safe from the wart rots. Not so from the flying session pounds. Particularly problematic was the flashing they were doing, the blinking light that gave them away playing hell on Midna’s dark attuned eyesight such that she could barely take advantage of it. As soon as one started strobe lighting her, the princess was forced to fall back, summoning her Vibrava, and having it grab and pull her away from the light, relying on its eyes and speed to complement her own. While she took that moment to recharge her blade, the princess dared not try and strike her pursuer with thunder or fist, unable as she was to see where her allies were and so unable to guarantee she would not hit them with her already pretty indiscriminate AOE attacks. The last thing she wanted to do was accidentally clip the also aerial Blazermate with lighting or a shadow hand slap. [color=Aquamarine]”Get lost, you blinking thing!”[/color] she demanded, before thinking fast, and trying to find and then use the pipes to block its chase, having her and her vibrava’s smaller forms slip through the obstruction, while the flashing thing would get stuck, leaving her the space to breathe and come up with a new plan.