EVENT: Battle Against the Kishin Adachi

[soul_mods]

Characters: Anyone who signed up for Mission 254
Location: Matsue City, Japan
Rating: PG13
Time: September 11th
Description: It's time to bring down the Kishin Adachi, once and for all!



Matsue was once a lovely city and a nice place for tourists to visit.

It is now a ghost town.

Some lucky citizens had managed to escape the city before things got really bad, but they are the minority. Even fewer still are those who stayed and are still alive.

Most of them are dead, or worse, they had been driven mad by the Madness the Kishin Adachi exuded and killed their fellow citizens and consumed their souls, becoming Kishin Eggs. To make matters worse, sometimes when you're fighting you'll hear the distant rattling of chains and some primal part of your soul knows, something wicked this way comes.

And then there's all the Yellow Fog...

Only those who persevere will make it to their final destination: the Adachi Art Museum where Adachi is.

It will not be an easy fight, but in order to prevent the fate of this city from befalling on another, everyone will need to try.

((OOC: Please indicate in the subject: Character || OPEN/CLOSED. There will be a separate thread for encountering Adachi. Event information is here.))

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[dachibag]

Adachi, well....he exploded. Into a glob of shadow goo. It obviously wasn't Adachi standing there, especially by the sound of more clapping coming from the far end of the room that was hidden by the throne. He stepped into sight, obviously intensely pleased with himself and pleased with all the destruction caused by the attack.

"No mercy, no mercy. See, when you act like that things are completely fun. You're a good student."

He didn't waste the time waiting for a response. Instead, two tentacles made out of shadows lashed towards Kanji like whips intent on smacking him around.

[topgun_textiles]

Adachi seemed to burst and for a brief, fleeting moment he felt a mingled disappointment and satisfaction, in part that it was so easy and the next that it was done.

But Kanji wasn't born yesterday, and that half-second of stupidity was dashed for suspicion. When he heard applause he whipped around and raised Naoto's Deathscythe form, ready for more. His teeth ground hard enough to sound in his head when the ex-detective emerged again, and he used far too much concentration to bite back that 'fuck you' that was at the tip of his tongue. He was being fucked with. He didn't need any further fuel. Naoto was right.

The whips were out and the first caught him by surprise, hit pain lashing up his frame, but he bit back the sound. He braced and took the next, some dark corner of his mind setting a stake and taking that pain in. He could be fueled, too, if he put his mind to it. It was somehow snapping him out of his reactive anger. This was a guy who punched himself in the face to think more clearly, after all.

"Naoto! Megidolaon!" Counter time it was, then!

[pishirogane]

Of course that wouldn't be the real Adachi. The real Adachi wouldn't confront them immediately, just like before. In the room, he had used a projection and herald them further into his labyrinth. At the clapping, she turned; real, or not real, they had to push it aside and take him down.

Tendrils whipping at Kanji, he was becoming wise to it now. She felt his anger sink down again and his mind finally began to click properly. The clocks were turning, gears grinding together, and the steady tick resumed.

"We have to make sparing use of these abilities...!" But, she followed his command and synced her high output of energy with his. Swiftly, the usual happened. Her form glowed and wrapped around his arm, the bullets merging into a ball of supercharged energy. Kanji only needed to pull the trigger.

[dachibag]

"Here it comes, here it comes!"

That was a spell he knew the name of. Of course, he didn't intend to let himself get hit by it. Which meant he had to be first to strike or else there would be problems. Adachi hastily raised his own pistol and fired off a bullet a little wildly, trying to be first.

[topgun_textiles]

The cannon glowed, shaped and worked its way quickly around his forearm. The energy whined as it charged up and he raised as Adachi was just pissing him off some more. He could call it all he wanted. Chances are, he was underestimating--

Adachi moved and he had no time to react. Kanji heard a pop, felt something tear, and a burning pain work from his shoulder and down to his elbow. The shock of it moved his finger, firing that Megidolaon, but it was off by precious centimeters with lost concentration.

[pishirogane]

Misfire though the gunshot may have caused, the explosion still rocked the foundation of the museum. Amazing that it still remained standing at all considering the energy they put into it. Miss or not, that wasn't Naoto's concern right now.

"Kanji!"

That's exactly what she hated about going up against Adachi with his gun. It was real; it didn't need a specific target to hit so long as it bled. Resuming her weapon form before, she was loaded again, ready to retaliate. They needed to disarm him; force him into close combat.

[dachibag]

Even if it missed, it still hurt. Not to mention the debris and shockwave from the attack. His frown was murderous, as if he was surprised that blood was actually drawn from him.

"You little...! You're dead. I was going to keep you as a trophy but not this time!"

[topgun_textiles]

"I'm fine!"

"Tch-!" He wasn't sure if he liked that this guy was going easy on him. The gun returned to normal and he sent off suppressive fire, guarding the distance between them as he sought cover, and a moment to think. Adachi didn't need that gun, and Kanji wanted it gone. The whips he could deal with. No vest guarded you from a bullet in the head.

"It's gonna be a tight shot..." His plan flit through the link. Whether or not they'd need the crows for this was all up to her.

[pishirogane]

Since Adachi wasn't going to joke around anymore, they had to be prepared for his retaliation. She loaded ammo as needed, making sure Kanji had enough to reach cover and then some. Her thoughts and Kanji's were congruent; there was no surviving a head shot.

"... Alright." It would be a tight shot. She would have the crows in case.

[dachibag]

He stopped paying attention to what they were doing. Instead, he focused on himself. His blood changed into shadow goo, which started to pour from him. He didn't hesitate to start gathering it into a ball, caring more about that than what the other fools were doing. This one could be the big one.

[topgun_textiles]

Nothing about that looked good. What the hell was he doing? It was like he was melting in a way, but not, and it was forming in a way similar to those creepy clowns or that Crona kid who was made of the Black Blood.

Kanji decided to begin the pressure and not let up. Adding a punch of soul energy to the ammunition, pushing aside the pain and growing numbness in his injured opposing arm, he pressed on with unloading two shots from that clip his partner had prepared.

One shot he made for the ball. The other, the pistol.

[pishirogane]

Naoto didn't like the looks for this either, but like Adachi, they had to make an attempt to stop it before he finished. Souls communicating, she noted his arm steadily growing numb and attempted to help bring some feeling back by taking on the pain herself.

Shots pulled, Naoto had to wait. Either they hit, or she released the trigger and had the crows attack.

[dachibag]

The shot to the ball caused it to splatter but the way it was reforming really made it just a delaying tactic. The shot for the pistol was more telling with a sharp spark and a curse from Adachi. The pistol flew from his hand and now he was missing a finger, the bullet haven taken it along with it.

As if taken by the madness he was emitting, he snarled and charged the duo, holding the black ball in his hand like a dripping, glopping baseball.

[topgun_textiles]

"Shit, what the hell's he doing!?" Okay, that was the pistol gone, but was that Black Blood? What was that? He wasn't sure he wanted to find out the hard way.

Adachi was rolling right up and a gun wasn't gonna cut it. Kanji flipped that trigger. Looks like they had to make this toe-to-toe. He raced forward to meet the Kishin in the middle, soul curling inward on itself and charging.

He worked better up close anyway!

"BRING IT ON!"

[pishirogane]

"I'm not sure, but I don't like that black sphere..." Was it a concentration of black blood? She couldn't get a good reading on it even at her level.

Trigger pulled, the Weapon folded out to the blade, black edge sharp and ready for the confrontation. Naoto's eyes remained focus, soul reaching out for readings, but not going that far. She still had to shield her Meister from outside factors.

[dachibag]

It was just a heavy concentration of shadows though it was more than teeming with madness. With a big smile, Adachi skidded to a stop and flung the ball. It stretched out like a net. A gooey net that had the nasty consequence of directly shoving madness directly into whatever it had captured.

"See how you bruisers like this!"

[topgun_textiles]

It stretched and Kanji felt something in his face twitch, something familiar yet awful. He'd broken out into a smile before he could stop it, even giving a little giggle for good measure. Goddamn Madness!

Kanji fought, seizing their connection as tightly as he could, and swung the blade with all of his might. If it looked like Black Blood and - ugh - smelled like Black Blood...!

He couldn't be made into a gibbering lunatic here!

[pishirogane]

She still wasn't sure what it was. It was like black blood, but it was reaching out and attempting to seize them like a Shadow. No matter what it truly was, it was the Madness coming off of it that made her need to brace for the attack.

And immediately she was in it, trying to cut through, but her mind was trying to flee her. Whispers and screams, the feeling of losing air and drowning, but she had to try pushing through.

[dachibag]

Hah hah! What a victory! What a win! Adachi indulged himself by madly rubbing his head and laughing. He honestly didn't check to see if they had cut through the shadow net, which their blade had cleaved through, leaving them brushed by the net. And not captured, which was the important part.