soul_mods: (Witch's Soul)
Soul Campaign Moderation Journal ([personal profile] soul_mods) wrote in [community profile] soul_logs2013-05-18 09:17 am

[Event Log] Mission #202 - San José

Characters: OPEN to those who signed up for the mission here, assigned to San José
Location: San José, Costa Rica
Rating: Varies
Time: May 29th
Description: It's an evacuation! Get people out of there and keep the kishin eggs off of them!



They arrive to sirens, frantic car horns, and shouting voices. The local police are frantically trying to maintain some sort of order: Between soul-eating monsters, panicked people and worse - people who step forward and swear they can take them on - they have their hands full. They're awfully glad to see you, and are happy to point you in the direction of where they'd last seen monsters.

But there's no need to be pointed, they're everywhere, both old and new as they're attracted by the fear and the promise of a feast of souls. Combined with spiking madness making them inconsolable and the shadows passing overhead - witches here to catch a damn good show and 'help things along' - the people here are in dire straits.

It's your turn, agents! Get the civilians out of there, and give the kishin eggs hell, but don't let a witch spot you!


[Coordination post is right here! Make sure to head your threads with the following format: [CHARACTER(S) | LOCATION | OPEN/CLOSED] Don't forget to tag yourselves in!]

recitings: (Drawing Rapier)

[personal profile] recitings 2013-06-08 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Edgeworth...

[Genesis braced himself as well, focusing not on channeling his Meister's soul wavelength into flames now, but instead on amplifying his ability. It was going to be a gamble, but he trusted Edgeworth-- trust his strong mind and sharp thinking. After all, this was a challenge that couldn't be answered by sheer brawn.

And as he concentrated, he could feel something tugging at the strength of his soul... something was making him feel stronger. But at the same time, a cold, dark liquid was slowly bathing his feet. He chose to ignore it, though. It wasn't his concern now.]