EnterTheHero

Persona - The True Self

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Well, it has happened quite often in anime, so why not?
Lol

@I-Am-X

This basically is an anime, anyway. May as well take advantage of that fact.

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Indeed, and Akira is always game for some worthy rivals. It wouldn't be fun if things were too easy. With Rokorou and now Sato (Well, that one is still developing since Sato is not likely to confront Akira about the whole 'Saki' thing just yet), Mako would be a good third enemy/rival. xD

@I-Am-X

Given how much they both like fighting, that might even result in some sort of twisted simulacrum of friendship.

Like, "Hey, you want to beat the shit out of each other again?"

"Okay!"

*mutual ass-kicking ensues*

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lmao Mako can try Hero, but he won't be able to do shit to Akira. Akira lives for fighting outside of Archery. He's no pushover, if anyones going to get hurt. It's going to be Mako. Mako is the one who'll need to watch himself.

@I-Am-X

Mako's no pushover, either- Akira definitely isn't the only one who lives for fighting. I just haven't shown much of that side of him yet. So, that's actually going to be more interesting for both of us- a straight-up, knock-down, drag-out brawl. Should be fun, right?

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Posted.

Now things are getting good.

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Dr. Gabriel Cole//ICARUS

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As the mental forks embedded in the two LEGION drones caught up to Maverick, he sighed, more than a little frustrated at the meta's tenacity. And worse, she'd put the mystery hyper-metal back on again. Inwardly, he rolled his eyes (both pairs) at her taunt, before the two of him took a step forward.

"Toys? Miss Maverick, you wound me."

"These constructs might not be as powerful as my prime form..."

"But they are still 100% me."

"With all that that implies," the drones finished, raising their palms toward the girl, glowing with a familiar-looking green electrical haze. The implication, of course, being that his drones had the same metal-warping powers as his prime self. This, of course, was an awful lie. He hadn't even gotten around to testing the Pseudo-Mag units that would have made that implication true, much less equipping them in all of his drones. But that was irrelevant, as long as Maverick thought that he could do so in this form. Even if she didn't surrender completely (which, to be fair, was unlikely), he liked his odds of beating her with LEGION better when she wasn't some sort of wonder material.

So he left what was actually particle beams equipped in the drones' arms warming up, hoping the empty threat of paralysis would at least convince her to power down from the super mode.

"Last chance to surrender, Maverick."

"Power down and stay out of my way-"

"Or I start breaking things."

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Meanwhile, Gabriel's prime self had his own issues as one of the crooks in the car suddenly lashed out at him with... something. Something which then latched itself to his face and tried to pry into his helmet. He was secure in the knowledge that to do so would take... well, he wasn't precisely sure, but it was a very long time. But still, the fact that it was impeding his vision and actively resisting his attempts to remove it was... aggravating. He clawed at it ineffectively again, before an impact warning suddenly came up on his visor. Several, in fact.

...Are they... shooting at me?

To be fair, he couldn't really tell. He couldn't feel the impact of the shots too well, and had to rely on the impact warnings from Daedalus to realize when and where he'd been hit. For all their effectiveness, they might as well have been pelting him with Milk Duds.

But the indignity of it was still so... galling. Reduced to clawing at his face like an idiot, while a bunch of low-life thugs used him as target practice. That was... very not kosher with him.

Gritting his teeth, a plume of fiery plasma gathered in his hand, which he then pressed to his visor, savoring the thing's dying screech as it burned away from his face. His vision now cleared, he turned in the direction of the meta (for OF COURSE there was another one of them running around tonight) who had tried to blind him, seeing her make an incision on one of her palms, blood flowing strangely from the cut.

"meta appears to have hemokinetic abilities of some sort. be on your guard- we don't know what else she can do."

Duly noted. He checked in on the LEGION drones who would hopefully be dealing with Maverick, feeling ever more frustrated at his situation. I so do not have time for this. He took a step forward toward the blood meta, his arms and Hex-Feathers crackling ominously with green lightning.

"Alright, Red. Before I begin, I would like to remind you that I did in fact warn you of the consequences, and thus, everything that is about to happen to you, is entirely your fault." And having said that, he gave a dismissive flick of his wrist, sending the Hex-Feathers shooting out, tracking each of the four crooks scattered around the area. Anyone the devices attached themselves to would feel a very unpleasant shock. Or they would, whenever it was they woke up- the Feathers likely wouldn't kill anyone, but they'd hurt worse than a hot iron.

While that was happening, Gabriel focused on the car again, lifting both it and himself into the air- he had to get out while the going was good, before Maverick dismantled his drones, and before "Red" could do anything more-than-annoying with her blood... stuff.

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Shit just got real.

@I-Am-X

...Word of warning. Mako is probably going to hurt Akira. So, uh. Yeah.

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Inb4 Jun has dibs on the yuri harem

@Reaper

Does this mean I get the yaoi one?

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Arrived? Arrived?!

At this point, we've had to switch to space ships because there's no inch of ocean left unsailed with ships both launched and sunk.

No one remains unshipped. Nothing remains unshipped. No, not even the kitchen sink.

Especially not the kitchen sink.

@Takaru

I imagine the sink gets a lot of action, yes. Thank you for the clarification that this was always going to happen, Takaru. I suspected as much, but now I know for certain.

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Mako to the rescue! Shizu was about to say something similar but well with money involved ho ho ho. Which is apparently a thing in actual cosplay/maid cafes, not like I've gone to one myself. Also slightly maybe possibly can ship MakoSato

Also slightly maybe possibly can ship MakoSato

Also slightly maybe possibly can ship MakoSato

@Amaterasu

Welp. The shippers have officially arrived.

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Mako Moritomi//Cosplay Cafe

Sunday, April 26th, 2015

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Mako almost thought, for a brief moment, that Sato was in the clear, thanks to their collective improvisation. Up until that asshole snapped a number of pictures. And Mako had little doubt what the bastard was going to do with those pictures. Which meant whatever reputation Sato had was quickly going up in flames.

Mako felt a spike of hot anger lance through him toward the smugly-smiling bastard as he put his phone away like nothing had happened at all, and he had to try very hard not to simply walk over to him and beat his face repeatedly. It would set a bad precedence for his return visits if he did that, after all. He watched Sato walk away to grab the jerk's order, his sympathies extending to the put-upon "maid." He took a deep, hopefully calming breath, then a sip of coffee, then cleared his throat in the other patron's direction. "Excuse me," he said, the rage he felt somehow not edging into his voice, "but there are clearly signs that clearly say, 'No Photography.' You should probably take those pictures off of your phone if you don't want to get in trouble with the establishment. Just a thought."

He glanced back as Sato returned with the other patron's order... then had to try extremely hard not to burst out laughing as Sato stomped subtly (but still very hard) on the patron's foot. As it was, his suppressed laugh was still pretty noticeable if anyone had been bothering to watch him. Still, as enjoyable as that was to watch, it was unlikely to dissuade the patron from doing whatever it was he intended to do with those photos. Mako frowned again as his short-lived enjoyment at Sato fighting back faded away, to be replaced by the slow-simmering anger.

I can't let him keep those photos. I've got to do something. But what?