The battle had been rough - Hamuko considered herself to be about as potent of a fighter as she could be and 'Fatalis' had absolutely given her an absolute run for her money. She used Messiah's Salvation until she spent every last drop of her stamina to keep her group (and more) alive in the fight, and did her best to land hits - but in the end she'd ended up dying in the process of getting other people out of the line of fire.
It definitely hurt a lot more than her previous death. It was the kind of violent death she knew people usually had.
The abrupt gasp of breath as life surged in her reformed body had her bolting upright, clutching at her chest, at phantom injuries that she didn't return with. All at once she was awake, aware, in pain, her Personas roiling in her mind and soul as she shivered in the shock of returning. And just as quickly it dulled into the aches of living, her heart racing now that it remembered how to beat, and with an exasperated, breathless laugh she laid back down on the ground and just lay there. To get her bearings.
[Waiting]
Hamuko had every intention of waiting in the Velvet Room to help the others as they revived, too. She was grateful for Igor's kindness, even if she sat mostly a bit distantly, one earpiece hanging on her ear and playing music as she watched the others slowly glowing and reforming, too.
She's glad there's a couch.
As other people entered, Hamuko smiled and gave them a small wave in greeting.
Reviving in the Velvet Room
The battle had been rough - Hamuko considered herself to be about as potent of a fighter as she could be and 'Fatalis' had absolutely given her an absolute run for her money. She used Messiah's Salvation until she spent every last drop of her stamina to keep her group (and more) alive in the fight, and did her best to land hits - but in the end she'd ended up dying in the process of getting other people out of the line of fire.
It definitely hurt a lot more than her previous death. It was the kind of violent death she knew people usually had.
The abrupt gasp of breath as life surged in her reformed body had her bolting upright, clutching at her chest, at phantom injuries that she didn't return with. All at once she was awake, aware, in pain, her Personas roiling in her mind and soul as she shivered in the shock of returning. And just as quickly it dulled into the aches of living, her heart racing now that it remembered how to beat, and with an exasperated, breathless laugh she laid back down on the ground and just lay there. To get her bearings.
[Waiting]
Hamuko had every intention of waiting in the Velvet Room to help the others as they revived, too. She was grateful for Igor's kindness, even if she sat mostly a bit distantly, one earpiece hanging on her ear and playing music as she watched the others slowly glowing and reforming, too.
She's glad there's a couch.
As other people entered, Hamuko smiled and gave them a small wave in greeting.