♪ - Memory - Roar

[skaldssong]

Who: Devola, her Shadow, and whomever.
What: A Shadow stops skulking around and drops in for some fauxlosophical discussion before the inevitable occurs.
Where: Hotel Lobby/Prospero Streets.
When: November 29th, the Dark Hour
Rating: PG-13. I'd be surprised if it went higher.
Warning: Violence, NieR Spoilers -- like, seriously.

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"Freindly NPC" Prompt

[skaldssong]

((Feel like bothering them while the conversation's still mostly civil?

The Shadow will be speaking in a vaguely maroon text, and will not be limited to weird-squiggle-language because I'm lazy.))

Re: "Freindly NPC" Prompt

[nomammano]

[Miki, going out for a night of Shadow hunting absentmindedly waves and says high to Devola as she passes, then to the other Devola as she passes her and-- wait...]

W-why are there two of you? Didn't this happen last month too?

[skaldssong]

Devola blinked, then drew her lips into a thin line. That post-resurrection fiasco was embarrassing when it happened, and continued to be embarrassing in recollection as well.

"Errm. No, you just..."

[nomammano]

I-is this your evil alien double then? She's not trying to steal your fluids is she?

"Danmaku Bullshit" Prompt

[skaldssong]

(( Beyond this link lies a Teal Dear, branded with a declaration similar to "You aren't me" ))

BGM

"...Wrong answer."

No sooner were the words uttered than the air to the Shadow's right distorted, a shadowy hand flecked with red - easily the size of either Devola or her shadow - writhed in the air for a moment before balling into a fist and hurtling itself at Devola

[heavenscorpse]

"Devola!"

V/V had also been expecting the lobby to be safe, and so seeing a Shadow here was a bad sign. Besides that - seeing someone she liked be attacked was also bad.

Alice was called quickly, an almighty attack not unlike the spheres of power the Shadow used sent towards it.

[skaldssong]

The shout had alerted the Shadow, who's retaliation was of a self-defensive kind. Magic bullets and almighty spell collided, not with a crackle of power or an explosion, but with the quiet fizzle of mutual destruction.

"I'd appreciate it if you minded you own business right now."

Devola had frozen in her flight, looking to V/V with an expression halfway removed from the blank state it had been moments ago. The look in her eyes was essentially screaming at the other woman, imploring her to run.

[heavenscorpse]

"Okay. Can I take Devola with me? I want to talk to her about something."

It was worth a try.

[greyerrant]

[ Garvi watches from the stairs of the hotel lobby in silence. ]

[skaldssong]

The view wouldn't be too interesting for long. Left to her own devices Devola, showing off far more acrobatic prowess than she'd previously let on, would dodge the bulk of the Shadow's attacks. With the sheer volume of bullets in the room, avoiding them all was impossible, but she managed to survive long enough to make it to the door, and out to the streets. It was there, she'd hoped, noone else would be drug into this "fight."

The Shadow would remain behind for a few moments, tut-tuting itself in self-depreciation at it's quarry's escape. A scarlet glyph appeared under it once more as it glanced about the lobby. Yellow eyes met Garviel's own, and it paused a moment to study him.

[greyerrant]

You're one of them. And you tried to hurt her. [ He reaches back, unslinging the hand and a half sword that was slung over his shoulder. ]

By my oath, I shall have your head.

[skaldssong]

"You'll have to get to me first, unfortunately. I doubt you're a dim man, so figuring out where I'll be should be easy for you."

It bowed, dramatically, "dropping" down into the glyph and disappearing with a chiming sound. The same sound, albeit muffled, was heard outside not even a moment later.