TEAM SNOW WHITE LOG

[recollecters]

TEAM SNOW WHITE

READY: START Team Snow White roster: Davey Jacobs, Eleanor Lamb, Fang, Kasen Kanesada, Malik Ishtar, Mari Ohara, Riku, Ritsu Kageyama, Ryoji Mochizuki, Toushiro Hitsugaya, Yuri Plisetsky. The city's been under siege for what feels like hours. It's only on August 3rd that you learn it's been a matter of days. Monsters begin pulling Retrospec users through portals left and right, large gaping holes in reality that spit you out in any given location around the city. However, just as you think you're finally getting away, a large blue portal opens and you're snatched up. No amount of fighting and struggling will free you and soon the pressure is too great to ignore. Darkness fills your vision and the last thing you may remember is the sound of many bat wings... This is the Team Snow White Event Log. You are free to toplevel and thread as you choose on this log, but only team members may utilize this log. Important links to mod toplevels are: Mod Questions & Participation Reporting. Please be aware you are responsible for reporting your own participation & objective completion efforts with links; the moderators will try to keep up with threads, but as we are currently running several teams with participation, we require you to keep us up to date! Please read each of the toplevels and instructions! The schedule for Team Snow White is as follows: 3RD: Objective 1 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 1 Part Two 10TH: Objective 1 closes (8PM EST), Objective 2 posted (9PM EST) 17TH: Objective 2 closes (8PM EST), Objective 3 posted (9PM EST) | Objective 3 Part Two 24th: Objective 3 closes (8PM EST), Final city-wide log posted (9PM EST) Objectives will be given in mod toplevels to this post with instructions; please check the log currently for Objective 1 to see how this will work.

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room 5

[appraiser]

[ The kitchen isn't supposed to be like this. It's supposed to be homey, warmth and spices filling the air, patterened aprons and a certain someone Ryoji dearly misses as he takes a tentative step inside the room, nearly jumping out of his skin as several rats dart past his feet, equally startled by their departure as they are by his and Kasen's arrival.

Ryoji wrinkles his nose, a frown pulling at his lips as he glances around the island counter. ]

Spoiled food... it's such a waste.

[liberal_arts]

What sort of culinary artist would let their tools decay like this? No chef I've ever met... -Kasen was almost offended by the sight of the place, but really, no surprises there. He also had an itch in the back of his neck at the sight of the rats, that anxious feeling from the mines returning, but just as quickly, it seemed to pass...-

Although... I don't think this place is as neglected as it seems. Look over there. -Kasen gestured at the oven, noting the dim glow.-

[appraiser]

Oh. I knew there was somebody living in this mansion. Ritsu said he heard—

[ just what Ritsu said, Kasen doesn't get to learn just yet, because Ryoji had leapt forward to see the oven he had been pointing out, and startles badly enough that his shoulders jolt when the timer pings.

...Ryoji doesn't move, although he's already close enough to the oven door that he can feel no heat from from it. ]

I'm going to open it on the count of three.

[ Just in case Kasen wants to get his sword at the ready or something, please. ]

1... 2... 3—!

[liberal_arts]

Doesn't that seem a bit reckless... -Though it seemed there would be no helping it, Kasen sighing as he gripped at his blade. After everything they've been through, he could only expect the worst. At least his ribs were in better shape now.-

... It's a cake. -Considering they were all there for a 'deathday' celebration, that didn't seem particularly at odds, however... It was hard not to notice the sudden rattling of the dishes and utensils behind them as an array of knives started to float of their own accord.-

[appraiser]

[ It's not reckless when they have three seconds to prepare themselves!! But Ryoji has always been on the reckless side, jumping into things and regretting impulsivity just as he does now, turning just in time to see the clattering of knives before they shoot out at the two of them.

He isn't fast enough, and one of the knives cuts through his sleeve— Ryoji clamps a hand over his arm instinctively, but he doesn't bleed from the wound, doesn't seem to feel the pain as he ducks behind the counter to grab— a party platter, that'll do- he shakes off the molded finger sandwiches and holds the platter before him like a shield, swinging an arm to knock aside another knife. ]

[liberal_arts]

-So much for staying healthy. Kasen's reaction time is quick enough to surprise himself, swiftly batting away two knives that zoomed towards him, but in his shock at just how much his skills had developed in so little time, a third managed to find its mark, going right into his shoulder.

Thankfully it was just a pairing knife, the wound shallow, but it would certainly make his swordplay more difficult. But the angle seemed off for something that was trying to kill him...-

[appraiser]

Get out of the room!

[ Ryoji uses the platter to parry the knives, scrambling out of the kitchen to somewhere with more space and less clutter— but the knives don't follow him. They slam against the oven, slicing through the cake and sending chunks of cake and icing everywhere- the walls, the floor, ceiling, both Kasen and Ryoji and the dessert calls forward the same rats that were scared off before. They skitter across the ground and swarm up their pants, nibbling on anything they can get their teeth on. ]

[liberal_arts]

Wait! -Kasen quickly cut down some rats that dove for the bits of icing on his face, grimacing as he did so from the wound in his shoulder.-

If everything is focused on the cake... there must be something special about it!

[appraiser]

[ Ryoji opens his mouth, about to suggest simply letting the knives and rats fight it out themselves and they can pick up whatever it is that's left over, assuming there's something inside the cake. But what if the knife breaks it? What if a rat swallows it?

He grits his teeth and runs back into the kitchen, ignoring blade and teeth as they cut him, bleeding black onto the kitchen floor. ]

Get to the cake and clear as much space around it as you can. I'll take care of the rest!

[liberal_arts]

As you wish. -Kasen rolled over to the oven, slicing through some rats, and in a second swing batting away an array of knives, creating a shower of sparks from the impact that lit up the room.-

[appraiser]

[ Ryoji follows closely after Kasen, using him as a trailblazer in order to get to the cake unscathed; when they're both there, he activates his moonless gown ability, forming a barrier around the two of them and the cake that rebounds the knives and sends them backwards, cutting many of the rats dead. It was going to be just that, but sparks Kasen had created gives him another idea. ]

Close your eyes!

[ The butterfly companion he'd been provided by Retrospec emerges now— it can create light, useful for navigating the tunnels and dreary swamps, but in a brightly lit kitchen, it dials the brightness up a thousand-fold. It's only a flash, but it sears the eyesight of the remaining rats and blinds them. The rest he'll leave for Kasen to take care of. ]

[liberal_arts]

-That was a pretty useful ability. Kasen could feel the flash even through his closed eyes, vision going briefly orange-ish before they adjusted, swatting away the remaining knives. But it seemed each row that was tossed back only seemed to reform...-

Quickly! I think they're going to keep coming until we find what it is they're after!

[appraiser]

Got it!

[ It's a useful ability that he can only use three times— two, now— so Ryoji doesn't hesitate to dig into the cake with the precious few seconds they've bought themselves. The cake crumbles, dry, as he pulls it apart in chunks, and Ryoji's frown deepens with regret over how he's disrespecting somebody's birthday cake. But it's necessary, he tells himself. He'll apologize later, if he can. ]

[recollecters]

[As the cake crumbles and falls apart and and Kasen bats away the knives, Ryoji will find that digging will reveal what looks to be a small golden whistle. It glows and a fresh swarm of rats spring forward as soon as they see the prize. The knives turn their attention as well.

If they can escape with it, it's theirs. Though they may not know it, they'll need it to escape the house, so they may want to run. Good luck, boys.]

[liberal_arts]

-With his shoulder wounded and bleeding, Kasen wasn't going to last much longer, already panting.-

Did you find it? What is it? They're still attacking!

[appraiser]

[ Ryoji didn't get to eat the hundred year cake, so instead he places the whistle in between his lips and blows as hard as he can. Either it's a dog whistle or it's too clogged up with cake, but no noise comes out to distract the rats like he had hoped.

—okay, that didn't work, so Ryoji grabs Kasen's wrist at his uninjured side and pulls him to run. ]

A whistle! I don't think it'll help!

[ Getting to the kitchen was nice and simple, but all the regrets come rushing forth now of how much of the house they'll have to get through— the dining room, long hallways— in order to get outside and hopefully have the rats choose the freedom of the swamp instead of biting their ankles. ]

[liberal_arts]

I can only agree! -Well so much for that endeavor. But at least they had something. But making their way through the mansion while being pursued by phantasmal knives was not going to be easy.

Kasen slammed the kitchen door shut behind them, but the knives quickly peppered it enough to the point it burst into splinters, chasing them down the hallway. One managed to spike Kasen's hip, causing him to let out a sharp cry and stumble.-

[appraiser]

[ It was going so well, too, until Ryoji hears Kasen cry out— all at once, he feels guilty, useless, even though there was little he could have done to prevent that. He isn't much of a fighter, and nor can he protect when the time comes to it. All he can do is take Kasen's good arm and sling it around his shoulder to share the weight, and after, if they make it out alright, he knows how to do first aid: too little, too late. ]

I got you. Just a little further, okay? There's stone busts in the entrance— if we can make the knives hit those instead, the blades might bend or shatter!

[liberal_arts]

How inelegant... possibly meeting my end at the hands of haunted cutlery... -Kasen could only laugh at the absurdity of the danger they were in, but Ryoji's efforts weren't falling on a cold heart. He'd well remember this... assuming they survived.

He did his best to bat away the knives with what little swinging of his sword he could manage with his wounds, suffering several minor cuts from missed shots, or even burns on his knuckles from the resulting sparks, but they made it to the foyer. They were so close...-

[appraiser]

I won't let you die.

[ It's a hope more than a promise. The one time he needs Thanatos, the being who reigns over Death, he can't reach the Persona. Instead, he's just Ryoji, Kasen is Kasen, and they're doing the best they can with what they have.

With all they have. And what Ryoji has, courtesy of Retrospec, and hasn't used much this entire month is a power that he hesitates to use simply because its activation is so inappropriate for the severity of the situations they've been facing. But now's not the time to worry about appearances. He makes sure both he and Kasen make it in front of one of the larger busts before turning around and facing the knives and singing a single note. The shock wave blasts the swarm of knives back all at once, but the power is tempered as not to bring the entire mansion down over their ears, just enough to throw the knives back against the wall, and when they come at him and Kasen again, it's all together in a single wave instead of a hundred.

They have one shot at this, the exact moment right before they hit, to jump behind the statue and let the knives destroy themselves. ]

[liberal_arts]

-Affirmations aside, they were definitely both as good as dead if that wave hit them. He'd also probably have a good think, assuming they survived, about how accustomed he'd become to seeing his fellows use supernatural powers like that. Or at least how grateful he was for them.

Kasen grunted as they both dove behind the statue, the impact of hitting the floor aggravating his wounds badly, but he'd take that over what worse would come. And as loud as Ryoji's vocal blast had been, the cacophony of the knives smashing into the statue was far, far worse, Kasen having to grasp at his ears to block out the shattering noise...-

[appraiser]

[ It's definitely not a sound that Ryoji could care to hear again. The screech of metal on stone is piercing even with hands clamped over his own ears, and he wants to close his eyes as if that would help drown out the noise, but he forces them to remain open in case their plan failed and he has to reactivate the barrier again to give them time to regroup. That worry bubbles up within him almost immediately after he considers it, but—

a hundred thunks of wooden handles on the tiled floor, and then

blessed silence.

Ryoji slumps down against the bust that had protected them, hardly daring to look around the stone to see if everything had indeed stopped. A second passes, then another, and he assumes so without checking, instead pulling out the source of all this trouble: the whistle, which he hands over for Kasen to see. ]

[liberal_arts]

-Kasen gingerly took the shining trinket, looking it over with a perplexed cock of the brow. It was a whistle... old fashioned style, shining and golden. Its luster seemed to literally glow, casting light on both of them, as if reflecting an unseen light. It was beautiful, if strange...-

You should check on the others... Until I can be treated, I'm no good. But I can hold on to this, at least.

[appraiser]

[ Ryoji can agree on its beauty, reminding him of the thin golden ring that hangs on the chain around his neck. It too felt important to him, given to him by Retrospec and giving off a faint glow that confirms that there's something special about it. He touches a hand to his chest, under which his ring hangs; he might not know anything about the whistle, but he understood the ring. ]

Please keep it safe. Can you still move? I work at the clinic at Chata— I don't routinely do first aid as my job, but I do know it. I could help get those wounds cleaned up and bandaged, and maybe iced if there's anything frozen in the kitchen freezer.

[liberal_arts]

How troubling... It seems the wound is more severe than I thought, if you're this bothered about it. -Kasen chuckled again, wincing as he did so. The truth was, he was definitely in poor shape, the bleeding from his shoulder having fully stained the side of his short, and the wound from his hip leaving a trail of crimson down his leg... There was little telling how much blood he'd lost, but it was clearly enough to leave him woozy. Not to mention all of the other cuts...-