Gold Rush

[wooliefrand]

WHO: Thistle! (and onlookers)
WHERE: Thistle Barn/Flower field!
WHEN: 99 evening.

[howdy pardners are you all having a good chill time?? Avoiding shadow flowers and the like? good good.

But hey did you notice Several of them encircling thistle's barn? Did you just now notice?? WELL TOO LATE.

Suddenly each flower circling the barn twists and warps, shooting up into the sky like a golden beam--wait no, it actually is gold! The entirety of the Thistle barn has been trapped in golden cage, and their field rumbles as a massive golden skeleton claws its way from the ground. It is SO tired of Thistle, and it is time to bring its fight to them, as it raises a golden skeleton hand to try and swipe at the barn.

See this artistically rendered reference for scale:

Round 3, fight!!

[ooc: NOTE, the fight is for thistles only (and any thistle adjacent weeds they may invite/that happen to be around) but others are free to spectate from outside the cage! ]

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[shortforever]

[Suddenly dressed like this with a mask on.]

Wait, how come we get new clothes?

[He says, while side-stepping the gold splashes.]

[survivaltricks]

[as he lands in a crouch a few feet away]

Something, something, your vision of what a rebel looks like--

[shortforever]

Oh. Neat.

I probably shouldn't summon any persona though, right?

[survivaltricks]

[makes a questioning noise]

Why not? Your Person is you-- not the god within.

[at least, that's what he thinks]

[shortforever]

But...

[...]

You know...you had us pick names of Personas. I wonder if that's who we can summon.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . that's such a cute idea wtf]

[but even so. . . Lupin shakes his head]

If so. . . it'd be an Odin based on your heart. Not mind.

[. . .]

Would you care to find out?

[shortforever]

...if something goes wrong, stop me. Okay?

[survivaltricks]

[immediately]

Always.

[because Odin can trust that Lupin knows when things are going too far]

[shortforever]

[That seems to be the reassurance he needs. Even if things go off the rails, it'll be okay in the end.]

Okay, let's do this.

[survivaltricks]

[flashing him a sharp grin]

Tear him apart, Odin.