(Out-of Character: Clever, but I am on to you and your ways @Bishop, right back to you.)

"It gets tiresome being a Phantom Thief."

Akira, the protagonist of Persona 5, ws absolutely bored out of his mind as well.

The Mysts formed over the Harbinger's head. It had slipped out after the lion used its power to transport the others across the ravine.

Junko took her aluminum bat and rose it over the creat cat's head, attempting to prod the psychedelic mist. "Hey Harbringer, this is another one of your powers is it?" She sighed. "Well anyway, can I climb up your back? I think I can knock Jane free. Otherwise, I'll have to shoot him out." Before the fashionista could get a response, Akira made an appearance. "Hmm, you don't look familiar to me, yet you're wearing a school uniform. I don't suppose your have any talents that could help rectify the situation, could you?"

"No, though I imagine it to be a wanderer from the other side." The beast said plainly, its attentive eyes shifting to prismatic cloud then back again to Junko when she went on about potentially needing to shoot Jane free of the imposing branches.

The ancient felid, with some reasonable caution in its remark continued, "Not that I worry so much for the aim, but that might be a far fall."

The Mysts pulsed and moved backwards, briefly considering consuming the schoolgirl for insinuating it was a drug-induced haze, then decided it was not for the best. It didn't need another sector. But this group seemed interesting. Perhaps it would stay, for a while.
(I noticed your avatar change, so here's a story justification for that, @ArenaSnow)

(rip intended plot device for avatar change. Oh well.)

(@ArenaSnow I can take that out if you want. No biggie. I'd actually prefer it if you went with your own one.)

(in that case, plot device shall come out in due time)

"Graka-taaaaa!" (angreh clem intensifies)

(I'm just waiting for three people to respond)

Junko's eyes darted between Clem and Jane, But she spoke to the feline. "Well, we need to get him down quickly, or take off. Because as amusing as a fight would be, I'd prefer not to chip my nails firing an automatic machine gun." the fashionista flicked the safety on the machine gun off and prepared to pull it out of her makeshift holster.

@Blueflame

OOC: This is kind of a casual thing where people are going to drop in and out at random. I wouldn't spend a ton of time waiting for people if you have something to post. It is nice to wait for people, but they can find their own way across. Otherwise, they can just retcon into the scene again.

(ok) sans floated across the ravine on the skull. "did the rocket man get stuck?"

"We will see to it your way then Junko, assuming death does not beat you to him." The cat remarked with a certain level of smug amusement at its own timing. Typical of such an animal as it. Felines, most often those smaller sorts people associated with, were said to have a particular sense of humor that was both mythical and mystical - two qualities the sabertooth held in spades.

It turned its head to look up the tree where Jane's harness and parachute hung then back down again to the girl. With a raised brow it shook its head some, just faintly enough, to portray that it felt this a terrible idea. Of course, Jane did survive the explosion of a rocket, so perhaps the sturdy man would survive whatever was about to come after. Then again, one could not be certain, not with the strangeness that was giant machines, snake-women and clouds of shifting color.

Junko snorted. "No more magic tricks? Very well!" The SMG looked huge in the fashionista's small, petite hands. Though she had the discipline to press the shoulder brace against herself before firing, she wasn't looking down the sights. "Sayayayayaya helelelelelelelooohohohohohohoh toohohohohohohohoho myeyeyeyeyeyeyeyey Littelelelelelelellele Frienenenenenennened!" The weapon was on full auto, and it was difficult to make out what the fashionista was trying to say with the weapon shaking her so much. Junko's light frame benefited her when she tried to look good in a dress, not fire automatic weapons. As for the tree, each bullet seemed to weaken the branches that held Jane in place. Jane sagged closer to the ground, while the fashionista's bullets continued to rip twig and leaf from the tree branch. Fortunately, the bullets weren't being fired anywhere near Jane. It would seem Junko wasn't completely mad after all. Then the gun started to make clicking noises, no longer spitting out any more lead. "Oh, I guess I'm out. Well..." The fashionista turned around. "I'll see the rest of you on the other side!" she said before darting away from the chasm.

@Conch Shell VII OOC: Haha, I did specify that the bullets weren't near Jane. hope he didn't die from the fall (onto harbinger!)

@BrokenPromise
(OOC: Yeah, fair enough. To be honest, I didn't read the post too thoroughly and by the time I realized she hadn't actually shot him I was fully committed to the joke.)

Jane screamed a meaty, primal scream, throwing one arm in front of his face and randomly kicking his feet. In panic, he randomly fired his rocket launcher all around the jungle. One of them sailed off into the canopy, never to be seen again, another slammed harmlessly into the forest floor, and the third hit Junko square in the chest, which had about the same effect as getting hit by a baseball thrown underhand. Once the ammunition -- his and Junko's -- ran out, and with that, Jane blinked, slowly looked around for a moment, and then the branch holding him snapped. He yelped in shock and dropped his weapon, only to land harmlessly on top of the Harbinger.

"...oh," he eventually muttered. After a moment of heavy, exhausted breathing, he let out a long, low moan and flopped down onto the creature's back. "I'm getting too old for this."

"well looks like we might actually have a death on our hands lets find out" sans said walking towards Junko yelling "HEY YOU ALIVE OVER THERE?"