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Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

@FrogRFlowR Mmkay, gotcha. Will try to get the sheet up within a few days, then.

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

@FrogRFlowR

Forgot to ask earlier, since this is D&D-based, what's the verdict on divine magics? Was thinking of apping a cleric or paladin type.

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

Throwing my hat in the ring too, I'll try to have a CS up soon.

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Munehisa@Solace

That tore it. Nagi howled in fury, dashing forward to slam a brass-knuckled fist straight into the giant bee in lieu of being able to punch Okamoto herself. The first blow just glanced off. So did the second. But the third…Nagi’s third punch actually left somewhat of a mark on it. She glared up at Okamoto, her eyes bloodshot.

“If I go to the slammer, it’ll be after I’ve buried you six feet under, you worthless fucking whore!” She bellowed. “You think you can just do whatever the fuck you want, and everyone’s just gonna sit there and take it?! Go on, then! Try! I’ll bring you down with me if it’s the last thing I goddamn do!”

Has your bloodlust finally awakened?

Nagi doubled over, her entire body feeling as if it were set aflame. She started to scream again, a hand reaching up to her mouth.

You, who have the strength to ensure that the worthless cannot enact their will upon you as they please…
Have you finished hiding behind the skirts of reason and sanity?
Will you continue to hold yourself back?

Nagi fell to one knee, heaving as she slammed a fist in the ground. The pain was still ever-present through her entire self, but the sensation of knuckles crashing against tile grounded her. The voice was right. No more of this shit. Not when she could still do something about it. Nagi forced herself back up to her feet, a black-and-red spiked half-gas mask forming from her nose downward, leaving her baleful glare fully visible.

“Per…so…na…”

Excellent, most excellent!
Bring judgment down upon those who would bind us in chains!
Let our pact be sealed!
I am thou…thou art I…
Rise up in madness and fury!

Nagi reached up to the top half of her mask and violently ripped it downward, blood dripping from both sides of her mouth. Azure lightning crashed down upon her, and the pain stopped. When the flash cleared, she emerged. Gone were her blazer and skirt, to be replaced with a black waistcoat over a red dress shirt and black tie with dress slacks equally as dark. A long white jacket hung over her shoulders like a cape, its collar decorated with fur trim. Brown snakeskin shoes clacked against the floor as Nagi stepped forward, her same brass knuckles still wrapped around her fists.

Floating behind her was a female figure, clad head-to-toe in gleaming armor. In her hands were a massive sword and an equally large shield, and an aura of palpable menace surrounded the specter in sharp contrast with its knightly appearance.

“Alright, Okamoto.” Nagi snarled as she slammed her left fist into her right palm. "Here’s what’s gonna happen: I’m going to kill your eyesore of a pet. Then I’m gonna drag you down here and make you hurt. We clear? Then let’s dance, bitch!”

A bloodthirsty grin crossed her face.

“Seethe, Bellona!”

She dashed forward, and Bellona charged with her. The armored figure strode forward, and a single cleave of her sword severed the claw holding Munehisa, causing him to fall to the floor just in time for Nagi to catch him. She gently set him down as Bellona brought lightning crashing down on the giant wasp, causing it to screech in agony.

“Where’s your pleasure now, dickhead?” Nagi mocked the creature as she stepped forward. Bellona floated backwards, allowing her summoner to leap up and latch onto the wasp’s head, starting to pummel its head in with her right fist. “How’s it feel to have a fight when the other guy’s not completely gassed out, huh?” Nagi bellowed in its face. The wasp’s remaining claw shot up to try to smack her off, but Nagi kicked off of its head and into the air, her brass knuckles fading away as an AK-47 materialized in her hands. She raised the rifle in midair, stared down the sights, and opened fire even as she kept falling to the ground.

DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA

Nagi landed on the ground on one knee, braced in a shooting position as she finished emptying the rest of the assault rifle’s magazine into the beast. As the wasp lay reeling, she stood back up, brandishing her rifle as she stalked forward. The black-haired girl loomed over the fallen insect, raising her gun before bringing it down, mercilessly beating it to death by bludgeoning it with the stock repeatedly.

“One down,” She hissed, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she checked the pockets in her waistcoat and jacket cape, eventually finding a fresh magazine. “One to go.”

Nagi quickly reloaded and whirled around, acquiring Okamoto in her sights as lightning crackled around Bellona. Both summoner and Persona opened fire, intent on, at the very least, knocking the woman from her perch.

Okamoto screeched in disbelief and fury as the bee-like creature’s form disintegrated into a shadowy mist. Not only had the boy found out he had these strange supernatural powers, but the girl did, too?! In the middle of her shock, she saw Nagi aim her weapon at her. Grunting, Okamoto leaned against the back of her mount, which spurred it to fly out of the way of the bullets. “You’ll pay for this!” she howled. “I swear to God, you’ll rue this day! Get them out, you useless maggots!! GET THEM OUT!!”

At her command, a storm of wingbeats sounded from further down the hallway. At least a half dozen more of the cryptids poured out of the corridor within seconds, their sights set on the two individuals that had caused so much chaos in their abode. In the midst of the flurry of wings and thrashing limbs, Okamoto had chosen to turn tail and head back down the corridor and left the angry soldiers to deal with the remnants of her mess.

“What the-get back here, bitch!” Nagi snarled, not bothering to waste any more ammunition against Okamoto as she flew out of her range. “Motherfucker!” She shifted her aim towards the approaching bees, directing Bellona to electrocute as many as she could while Nagi moved to help her friend up.

“Mune! Mune?” Nagi shook him, but to no avail. Damn it, it looked like he wasn’t getting back up anytime soon. “Ah, crap…” She groaned, feeling the drain of her Persona’s continued lightning attacks. As much as Nagi wanted to continue the fight, they couldn’t stay. Not like this.

Coming to a decision, Nagi hefted her AK up with one hand while starting to drag Mune away with her other hand, allowing Bellona to fade away as her gas mask reappeared on her face. She fired wildly at what bees remained, hurriedly dragging Mune through the exit.

⫸ New World Order ⫷

The Striker

Appearance

Gear

B A S I C S

N A M E
Yuria Alikov

A L I A S
Striker

A G E
22

G E N D E R
Female

F A C T I O N
Currently unaligned. Has taken low-level jobs against gangs and bounties for each of the three major corporations. Will probably sign on with the first to give her a big gig.

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Stands at about 6'1. Toned muscle, athletic build. Prefers to wear business casual when off the job and in public.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

P E R S O N A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Reserved, stoic, and no-nonsense. Tends to be focused on the job at hand and dislikes taking crap from or playing mind games with people. About as socially subtle as a bull in a china shop.

L I K E S

• Guns
• Any type of music that's fast and energetic
• Alcohol
• Sweets
• Flexibility and an ability to roll with the punches

D I S L I K E S

• Slow drivers
• Idealists
• Vaping
• Poor teamwork skills

M O T I V A T I O N S
Money and status. Wants to live up to, if not exceed, her parents' old reputation as Contractors.

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E
Bisexual

H I S T O R Y

B R I E F B I O
While Yuria was born in Nova City, her parents were a different story. Both were foreigners brought in by the corporations as Contractors, with them eventually meeting and working as a husband and wife team. While Yuria had a decent middle-class upbringing, she was also given combat training by both of her parents, as working in the underworld gave them a healthy appreciation for constant preparation and vigiliance. Too bad that didn't last long for them.

Both of Yuria's parents died on the same job in her late teenage years, leaving her with little to her name as their assets were seized according to their debts. Their contacts, corporate or otherwise, all dried up, either refusing to give an unproven teenager the time of day or unwilling to let her enter this line of work. Thus, unwilling to live an ordinary life and wishing to live up to her parents' legacy, Yuria took her first steps into the underworld.

Over the last few years, Yuria has made a small name for herself as a low-level Contractor, doing good work in sweeping up gang operations and chasing down bounties. The contacts and reputation she established have been enough to get her foot in the door with some of her parents' old contacts, and she eagerly seeks to make her name in the big time.

I N I T I A T I O N
Grit, persistence, and a lot of bullet-ridden gangsters. Yuria's been working her way up Nova City's underworld for the past few years, starting from shitty one-person bounties to eventually running street-sweeping ops against the Stoats at the behest of corporate contacts.

S K I L L S E T

A U G M E N T A T I O N S
Low-grade reflex enhancers, improving reaction times and adrenal responses.

G A D G E T S

• Firearms: Has a small arsenal of guns available to her, but typically limits herself to one or two on any job to keep weight down. Always carries a suppressed semi-auto pistol, though.
• Combat knife
• Grenades: Frags, flashbangs, and smoke.
• Full kit of Resource War-era light body armor, scavenged and bought over time
• Gas mask with scanning visor
• Wrist-mounted grapnel launcher: offers quick mobility and battlefield repositioning

S K I L L S

• Urban warfare: Understands how to fight through cramped alleys and narrow streets.
• Firearms proficiency: Is a fair shot with most common types of guns.
• CQC: Was trained in martial arts, grappling, and brawling by her parents. Is a terror in close-quarters.

O T H E R

• Theme song

⫸ New World Order ⫷

The Striker

Appearance

Gear

B A S I C S

N A M E
Yuria Alikov

A L I A S
Striker

A G E
22

G E N D E R
Female

F A C T I O N
Currently unaligned. Has taken low-level jobs against gangs and bounties for each of the three major corporations. Will probably sign on with the first to give her a big gig.

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Stands at about 6'1. Toned muscle, athletic build. Prefers to wear business casual when off the job and in public.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

P E R S O N A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Reserved, stoic, and no-nonsense. Tends to be focused on the job at hand and dislikes taking crap from or playing mind games with people. About as socially subtle as a bull in a china shop.

L I K E S

• Guns
• Any type of music that's fast and energetic
• Alcohol
• Sweets
• Flexibility and an ability to roll with the punches

D I S L I K E S

• Slow drivers
• Idealists
• Vaping
• Poor teamwork skills

M O T I V A T I O N S
Money and status. Wants to live up to, if not exceed, her parents' old reputation as Contractors.

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E
Bisexual

H I S T O R Y

B R I E F B I O
While Yuria was born in Nova City, her parents were a different story. Both were foreigners brought in by the corporations as Contractors, with them eventually meeting and working as a husband and wife team. While Yuria had a decent middle-class upbringing, she was also given combat training by both of her parents, as working in the underworld gave them a healthy appreciation for constant preparation and vigiliance. Too bad that didn't last long for them.

Both of Yuria's parents died on the same job in her late teenage years, leaving her with little to her name as their assets were seized according to their debts. Their contacts, corporate or otherwise, all dried up, either refusing to give an unproven teenager the time of day or unwilling to let her enter this line of work. Thus, unwilling to live an ordinary life and wishing to live up to her parents' legacy, Yuria took her first steps into the underworld.

Over the last few years, Yuria has made a small name for herself as a low-level Contractor, doing good work in sweeping up gang operations and chasing down bounties. The contacts and reputation she established have been enough to get her foot in the door with some of her parents' old contacts, and she eagerly seeks to make her name in the big time.

I N I T I A T I O N
Grit, persistence, and a lot of bullet-ridden gangsters. Yuria's been working her way up Nova City's underworld for the past few years, starting from shitty one-person bounties to eventually running street-sweeping ops against the Stoats at the behest of corporate contacts.

S K I L L S E T

A U G M E N T A T I O N S
Low-grade reflex enhancers, improving reaction times and adrenal responses.

G A D G E T S

• Firearms: Has a small arsenal of guns available to her, but typically limits herself to one or two on any job to keep weight down. Always carries a suppressed semi-auto pistol, though.
• Combat knife
• Grenades: Frags, flashbangs, and smoke.
• Full kit of Resource War-era light body armor, scavenged and bought over time
• Gas mask with scanning visor
• Wrist-mounted grapnel launcher: offers quick mobility and battlefield repositioning

S K I L L S

• Urban warfare: Understands how to fight through cramped alleys and narrow streets.
• Firearms proficiency: Is a fair shot with most common types of guns.
• CQC: Was trained in martial arts, grappling, and brawling by her parents. Is a terror in close-quarters.

O T H E R

• Theme song

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Munehisa@Solace

Obviously, Nagi really didn't want to die. In fact, she was just a bit scared shitless right now. Not that she'd admit it. If she was going to bite it, she wasn't giving Okamoto any more satisfaction than she had to. Kind of amazing how much sheer spite was doing to suppress pants-shitting terror, really. What felt almost worse right now, though, was that nothing she tried to get the heat off Mune mattered. Fuck. He didn't need to go down with her. And then the bitch started monologuing. Okay, now death almost seemed preferable to listening to this tripe.

Mune's reaction surprised her, though. And in a good way. Nagi would have bet money that he wouldn't have nutted up and told Okamoto to fuck off after that whole spiel, but he did.

And then shit got weird. A costume change, some superpowers, and was that a spear? What the fuck? Nagi found herself so baffled by the spectacle that she almost didn't notice the bees releasing her to attack Mune and his...spirit thing. Almost meant that she reached out and grabbed one of the bees that was attempting to shift its attention to him, holding it down against the ground as she started beating it savagely with a brass knuckle while watching Mune manhandle the rest. Wait, was that a gun? Holy shit, now Nagi really wanted this Persona thing that he was screaming about.

"Wait, what? We're not sticking around to kick her shit in?" Nagi gestured towards Okamoto, but nodded reluctantly. "Fine, you got the superpowers and the gun, you get to make the calls. Let's skedaddle, then." She followed after Mune as they began to run, though not before flipping Okamoto off.

⫸ New World Order ⫷

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「 Persona: Reflections 」

Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Munehisa@Solace

"Oh shit, this is real." Nagi groaned in response to Mune, but nonetheless did as she was bid and pinched him tightly on the arm. "Okay, don't freak out. Don't freak out. Let's just walk in, there's nothing for us back here anyway."

As they walked further in, Nagi bit her lip in response to the scenery before them. Alright, she got it, there was some kind of beehive theme going on here. The honey was just a bit too fucking much. Thankfully, she was still wearing her school shoes and not her actual good shoes, so that was an upside, at least.

Nonetheless, even though they saw nothing immediately threatening as they walked, Nagi stuck her hands into the pockets of her blazer, reaching for the brass knuckles that she'd kept one of in each. Would carrying a weapon on campus have been a massive problem if she'd been caught with them? Hell yes it would be. But better to be prepared in case she was ever jumped. Not...sucked into some sort of bee fetishist's version of the school. Fucking shit.

And then they were attacked. By massive killer bees.

"Oh, what the fuck?!" Nagi screamed in both surprise and mild terror as she narrowly evaded a stinger being thrust at her, years of experience in a fight kicking in at that moment. "Mune, get behind me!" Nagi roared as she slipped her brass knuckles on and her fight-or-flight instincts took hold. Instead of flight, she chose to retaliate. Nagi slammed a one-two combo at the lead bee, aiming for the head to hopefully do some kind of damage before the others could rush in and turn her into some rendition of that weird American actor in that one old movie.

「 Persona: Reflections 」

Nakano Nagi

Mentions: Munehisa@Solace

God damn it, she wished Mune kept his mouth shut. Thankfully, it seemed no one was around to hear his little quip about breaking the law, but if anyone had, they'd be screwed. Yeah, no. Just for that, she wasn't letting him try to worm his way out of actually going to study. And then he opened his mouth again.

"Mune, seriously, what the fuck? Why would you say that while we're still around here? What if someone heard you, dipshit-" Nagi began to chide him in a hushed tone, but was then cut off by what sounded to be Mune's phone. Well, that wasn't a gen 8 Hololive idol she recognized, so it wasn't his usual notification for a stream. She blinked once, and then the world around them shifted.

"What." Nagi said flatly as she looked around, watching everything suddenly warp and change. Okay, what the actual fuck. Unless someone had slipped drugs into her water, she had no idea what was going on here.

"Mune, please tell me you slipped drugs into me somehow for being mean to you. Because otherwise, I got nothing." She sighed, looking in resignation at the only way forward. And the smell. Yeah, no. This wasn't good. At all.

Honestly? This whole thing scared Nagi shitless. Crap like this didn't happen. But hell if she was going to actually show that kind of weakness. Instead, she forced a glower back onto her face and stomped forward. It might get them into even deeper shit, but what were they gonna do otherwise? Stand around with their dicks out?