[ if there's nothing that upsets akira more than senseless violence, it's when people try to take advantage of others. and the uvi hunting the palai has stricken a nerve. it's far too similar to the shitty adults back home. it's far too similar to the pain his friends had to endure. while not exactly the same, being hunted was similar to being an outcast - society placed a stigma on you without your input and you were left to pick up the pieces.
so while he hasn't really gotten to know the palai that well, he can't stand by and watch them die. he can't let someone take advantage of these otherwise peaceful people. it's not fair. even if negotiations hadn't gone well, even if the palai weren't seeing things eye-to-eye with the coven, it didn't matter. these people were still victims.
so here he is, stupidly coming at one of the uvi that's wandering too close to a door. he hasn't summoned any persona yet, and is instead relying on the sharp blade in his hand to knick the uvi's shoulder. just as a warning, as a back-off. this won't end well. ]
Little help over here -- ? [ towards you, of course! he means come help fight!!! please stop him? ]
d - downtrodden
[ ... attacking the uvi was, as to be expected, not the best idea. while the coven was strong, they were certainly not as large a number of the invasive species. and they were an unknown variable. even with what the coven members were told about the uvi, it wasn't enough to truly prepare them for facing them head-on.
which means one (1) protagonist may have gotten the shit beat out of him. even healing from his persona didn't exactly do the trick. he's sitting in one of the safe houses, essentially licking his wounds. there's a few cuts and scrapes littering his body, his trench coat tattered and discarded beside him. his arms are still bloody and there are purpling bruises on his face and arms. ]
...Ah. It's still stinging. [ he frowns, poking one of the darker bruises along his forearm. for once, he's devoid of jokes and good humor. his ego is bruised and he's a bit downtrodden at the fact that they couldn't stop them. ]
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[ alternatively, ping me on plurk @ intrepidly for an individual prompt, or feel free to go wild here! i'm really down for anything. akira won't be following the uvi, unfortunately. he's too banged up to go get tangled in seaweed. ]
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so while he hasn't really gotten to know the palai that well, he can't stand by and watch them die. he can't let someone take advantage of these otherwise peaceful people. it's not fair. even if negotiations hadn't gone well, even if the palai weren't seeing things eye-to-eye with the coven, it didn't matter. these people were still victims.
so here he is, stupidly coming at one of the uvi that's wandering too close to a door. he hasn't summoned any persona yet, and is instead relying on the sharp blade in his hand to knick the uvi's shoulder. just as a warning, as a back-off. this won't end well. ]
Little help over here -- ? [ towards you, of course! he means come help fight!!! please stop him? ]
d - downtrodden
which means one (1) protagonist may have gotten the shit beat out of him. even healing from his persona didn't exactly do the trick. he's sitting in one of the safe houses, essentially licking his wounds. there's a few cuts and scrapes littering his body, his trench coat tattered and discarded beside him. his arms are still bloody and there are purpling bruises on his face and arms. ]
...Ah. It's still stinging. [ he frowns, poking one of the darker bruises along his forearm. for once, he's devoid of jokes and good humor. his ego is bruised and he's a bit downtrodden at the fact that they couldn't stop them. ]
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