Hans raised his eyebrow he looked at this Ishido guy with some skepticism he was acting weird. He wondered what exactly the guy was thinking about. He couldn't help but feel like the dude was going through some weird issues. Well weirder thing were happening all around them. He couldn't help but wonder if the dude was partly behind all of this. "If this stuff was toxic I would've been on the ground. Whatever happened I appeared right in the middle of it. We'd be dead if it was." commented Hans as he raised an eyebrow at the guy. However before Hans could say much more the guy ran inside the house apparently looking for answers to this place presumably. "I'm going to hedge my bets. Staying out here is better than risking getting stuck in a shack. Plus it's harder to get away if there's something inside. Hope he has better luck." Hans grumbled. He enjoyed exploring as much as the next guy but breaking and entering on top of whatever this weird shit was made Hans think twice about doing anything. Hans sat down on the outside of the building and breathed in slowly and calmly trying to regain his lost stamina.
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Jin let out a second swear as all of them were yanked in by the surprisingly strong silver haired girl. “Gee, you could have asked.” Even though they had to admit, this girl’s instincts were proper. Jin found themselves moving toward a desk in the back corner and plopping down on it’s surface, running their fingers just underneath to feel out some rude kanji etched in with a pencil. Weird, how comforting something familiar could be. They really didn't think Ryoma should be mentioning the whole "Persona" thing so openly, but it was hard to come up with the words for why. He was just so odd though, going from strength one moment, then fear of the impossible the next. Was he really planning on going home and talking to his parents. Otou-sama, Okaa-sama, I was drug into a realm of hell and came out with magical abilities! But Alas, I had to take safety in the Detention room instead of dying, so I will accept your punishment!
“Ryoma-sempai, I don’t think your parents would like you dying in a horror movie fashion either, so this room should be the least of your worries.” They patted the desk nearest, a teasing grin lighting their eyes. “Sit down and relax. You can just tell your precious perfect parents that you were trying to talk all of us delinquents into stopping our errant ways and living a better life, to bring honor to ourselves and our families and the glory of Japan.” Somewhere in that diatribe, the teasing dropped off, leaving a bitterness instead.
"You too, Ai-sempai. You can write about the dark and scary detention hall."
Jin put both feet on the chair, and leaned their small body back on the desk with a sigh. "Man, never thought I'd miss this room."
Jin let out a second swear as all of them were yanked in by the surprisingly strong silver haired girl. “Gee, you could have asked.” Even though they had to admit, this girl’s instincts were proper. Jin found themselves moving toward a desk in the back corner and plopping down on it’s surface, running their fingers just underneath to feel out some rude kanji etched in with a pencil. Weird, how comforting something familiar could be. They really didn't think Ryoma should be mentioning the whole "Persona" thing so openly, but it was hard to come up with the words for why. He was just so odd though, going from strength one moment, then fear of the impossible the next. Was he really planning on going home and talking to his parents. Otou-sama, Okaa-sama, I was drug into a realm of hell and came out with magical abilities! But Alas, I had to take safety in the Detention room instead of dying, so I will accept your punishment!
“Ryoma-sempai, I don’t think your parents would like you dying in a horror movie fashion either, so this room should be the least of your worries.” They patted the desk nearest, a teasing grin lighting their eyes. “Sit down and relax. You can just tell your precious perfect parents that you were trying to talk all of us delinquents into stopping our errant ways and living a better life, to bring honor to ourselves and our families and the glory of Japan.” Somewhere in that diatribe, the teasing dropped off, leaving a bitterness instead.
"You too, Ai-sempai. You can write about the dark and scary detention hall."
Jin put both feet on the chair, and leaned their small body back on the desk with a sigh. "Man, never thought I'd miss this room."
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Ever roving darkness was what the boy was chained to; even in the end, there was no respite in the midst of his unconsciousness as his mind focused down the nips and bites. The throbbing tingles stayed as his mind endlessly roamed, barely making out some very peculiar silhouettes as he wandered this shadowscape... until he found two people in the distance that had a distinct feeling of hue... and yet there was an eerie feeling of dread that crept up his spine...
He squinted, tilting his head to the side a bit as he leaned in close, trying to get a good look at them. He grumbled as soon as they turned around, the only thing being distinguishable was the clothes they were wearing and their black hair. Alex frowned, shaking his head as he pondered on if this was some weird inception bullshit.
Alex had grown a little numb to the tingling sensation... or was it real at all? Taking one wobbly step forward, the teen slowly made his way towards the two figures, slowly picking up the pace... every time he took a step, they would switch between feeling closer, but then so far away when he blinked. It was just as jarring as it was frustrating to say the least...
And eventually Alex just stopped and shook his head in defeat as he pressed the palm of his hand against his temple... He shouted. He cursed. He tried to fight against it all and yet... nothing changed.
"It's alright Alex..."
He froze in place, eyes widened as he heard his own friggin' voice call out to him.... two to be precise, almost coming off as an echo. Slowly, Alex turned his head behind him and stared at two painfully familiar faces... one was dressed in a crisp black business suit, with the only distinguishable color being the red necktie. The pants were just as professional, along with the dress shoes that looked polished to a pint...
And the other one? Red shades panted directly over the others eyes with a while t-shirt that had a couple of french words he couldn't understand. There were piercings on both of his ears along with red and black plaid pants. Tied at his waist was his own jacket, furs and all, save for no red bandana tied onto it with casual sneakers to put it all together... though, strangely enough, it almost seemed like this one would flash between different outfits, some tacky, some stylish.
And then... as they both held their hands out to him...
...
H-huh? What the heck was going on? The boy was slouching over a little, unable to make what he could of where he was or what was transpiring... was this another dream? If so, how deep did this rabbit hole... wait... can you exactly feel anything in a dream?... yeah, he didn't remember that, so this was... ugh, why.
His body was transitioning between numbness and that tingling feeling from before, albeit, not as painful as before. Alex blinked, trying to focus as he tried wrapping his head around what was exactly going on right about now... he was struggling to move his legs... or did they just lack any sensation? His vision was still as blurry as hell though as he began slowly lifting his head up.
Just as his dreams before, nothing... nothing below him, nothing to that side, nothing to... huh?
Alex groaned, noticing something on his left. It was honestly freaky, but he was way too tired to actually give a crap... it was out of place as it was terrifying to the teen as he tried to move his body towards the indistinguishable object... but not before feeling something wriggling its way up his body... that was enough to give him a bit of a momentous shock.
Great, gotta love the horror setting, along with the fact that this was possibly along the lines of tentacle rape going on, except instead of the stereotypical girl, there was a guy... and like hell he was going to take this crap.
Struggling and wriggling, Alex put what ever power he could muster up into getting out of this conundrum, attempting to beat his legs against what malevolent force was attempting to either have their way with him, or some other despicable thing. "Get the hell offa' me," he hoarsely hissed in a weakened whisper.
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"Yeah, there's room."
The stares didn't really register much, but as soon as the detective said they'd be going Daisuke pulled his shirt on again and picked up his backpack. It had been a little while since the last round so he popped another ibuprofen in his mouth, but he followed outside without another word. The van might not have looked like much, but it got them all around just fine anyway. It'd do.
"DRU can ride in the back. Rather have him with us, since he's the only one that can fight. Til we figure out how to do it again. Where're we going?"
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Kimiko trailed out of Sasori's office back out into the somewhat-seedy downtown area. Daisuke seemed like he was handling DRU for her; he was a good boy that way, and would no doubt handle her little electronic saucy puggo with the care it deserved as her pet. Kimiko was more concerned with her cell phone. As she walked outside, she pulled the device out and rested it on the inside of Hitomi's arm, finding a practical new use to the girl's clingy piggyback ride that allowed her to keep her hands free. With the other girl still striding atop her, Kimiko leaned against the van with both of those hands hooked in her pockets, trying to mimic one of Daisuke's delinquent poses subconsciously.
The phone rang four times before going to an automated voicemail message, but Kimiko expected that, just as she knew what to expect after. The girl wasn't disappointed - the phone rang again instantly, and she picked up on the second ring. The voice on the other end was comforting; sharp and to-the-point, a bit brusque and angry for such a multi-talented, capable woman with so much going for her, but it was still a familiar voice that felt intimate and safe to Kimiko.
"Kid. Kimi-chan. Boxing. Do you need me?"
Dana Saitō. Private detective in her own league, onmyoji, former fashion model, Olympian-trained and American-educated wiseass. Kimiko had never quite been sure how old she was - around forty, adding or subtracting maybe a year - but she knew for sure she wanted at least half of her adoptive mother's skills by the time she reached that age. Were she someone possessed with such glorious vanity as Dana's, she might have hoped she looked half as good at the age of forty, too.
"Mom." She hated that. She said it made her feel like the same kind of indolent sloth that had taken over the woman she loved. But it was one of Kimiko's private jokes for her. "I'm out again with Daisuke-kun and the girl I told you about. Hitomi-chan. We're being detectives."
"Uh-huh."
Dana didn't like Daisuke very much. Kimiko didn't get why; it wasn't like she couldn't beat the crap out of Daisuke in a fair fight, if she was worried about her daughter not growing up to be a true old-school banchou like her mother before her.
"Bring protection."
"I've got that pizza 'bot with me, locked and loaded."
"If it comes to the house, it's bringing dinner. Baka-tan wants it to prove itself before it can stay over. Just don't let it bully the Roomba."
She was terse. Kimiko had interrupted sparring, Dana'd said; if it were anyone but her lover or her daughter, this would have landed you on the receiving end of those four ounce gloves during her next session.
"Sure thing. I might be gone again until tonight."
"Protection."
"DRU's already in the van."
"Tch. Right. I'll call your mother and let her know. Don't tamper with anything I wouldn't."
"We might be tampering with something you would. It's that thing from last night with the fries and the pizza and the other detective. Hey, do you know any private detectives with pink hair?"
"Counting Kayanuma?"
"Not counting Kayanuma, but along those lines, actually."
"Hrm."
Kimiko knew she was invested. Dana Saitō hated the mundane, as well as things that could be wrapped up quickly.
"I can make calls, if you let me get back to exercising."
"Kay. Thanks, Mom. Tell Mom hi."
"I'll make her feel your well-wishes in her bones."
The line clicked, and Kimiko nudged Hitomi's arm until the bird-girl's appendage nudged the 'end call' button.
"Kay. Now I'm ready."
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It's done its finally done she was alive and so was the others with those thoughts in her head she collapsed to her knees panting due to how exhausted she was. "We missing one" Kagami said between her pants she was pretty sure Alexander was gone somewhere but she was not sure where. "Alexander is still gone that thing took him somewhere." She continued as she slowly got up using the katana in her hands as a crutch it wasnt proper technique but she was to tired to really care at the moment. "We need to find him." She said once more her voice firm she would not let someone behind not when they were right there not that long ago. She would head back and scour the school if she had to she had the power now she would be able to make her stand and fight against anymore creatures that came up.
It's done its finally done she was alive and so was the others with those thoughts in her head she collapsed to her knees panting due to how exhausted she was. "We missing one" Kagami said between her pants she was pretty sure Alexander was gone somewhere but she was not sure where. "Alexander is still gone that thing took him somewhere." She continued as she slowly got up using the katana in her hands as a crutch it wasnt proper technique but she was to tired to really care at the moment. "We need to find him." She said once more her voice firm she would not let someone behind not when they were right there not that long ago. She would head back and scour the school if she had to she had the power now she would be able to make her stand and fight against anymore creatures that came up.
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Hitomi rode around on Kimiko’s back while she answered the phone. Hitomi inquisitively glanced at the phone, prodding her head a little close to Kimiko’s cheek to glance at the name. “Toku Mom”.
Mom?
Hitomi felt herself slipping backwards as Kimiko straightened up a little so she nudged herself forward and wrapped her legs around Kimiko’s stomach. Her arms dropping further down Kimiko’s neckline but hanging in front of her like some gangly necklace you’d find at a weird art show. You’d probably find Hitomi there too.
Kimiko nuzzled the phone into Hitomi’s arm to end the call and Hitomi glanced as the call faded away.
“Bye mom.” She said quietly moving herself to allow for an easy transition to the ground. She left behind a small braided strand of hair that she had been fiddeling with while Kimiko was on the call. “Kimiko,” Hitomi said, using her commander’s first name. Which she had heard could even get her rejected from active duty. She slid off of her back and walked in front of the group, to face Kimiko head on. “I need to get some things from my house, could we stop there?” She asked, not even to the odd gumshoe who would be driving. But to the co-pilot who would be driving the speakers.
She seemed off to the group, most certainly, full sentences, eye contact. It was strange for the small girl to be so functional. “I told my parents that I would come home after work, I'm sure they'd like to see me before I leave again for the rest of the day.” She said simply to the other girl. She was still holding on to Kimiko’s sleeve, not very tightly just a loose grip. She gazed into Kimiko’s eyes looking for an answer. During these moments of lucidity she felt the prettiest.
But also the least like herself. Like she was a completely different person.
She found her mind drifting to the idea of a persona quite often since Daisuke had mentioned it.
Hitomi took a deep breath and stopped being a small bird. She was Hitomi Fukushima now, a respectable girl with good grades.
She didn't like being Hitomi Fukushima. Her parents didn't like it either.
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The sound of Alto Saxophone was playing inside a large room. In the room, there were stacked chairs, music stands on a rack. In it laid a lone girl in the middle of the Music Room, an Alto Saxophone around her neck.
I’m done, I’ve practiced enough for today.
With that Arina disassemble her Saxophone and placed back into her locker and exited out of the Music Room. Everything was normal for her as she walked down the hall. I wonder, what should I do next. Study? Practice Kali, no not that I am already an expert at it as Arina pondered while scrolling through Facebook.
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A few blocks away from the park? bGuREjBEyQ qhATrbA
Ishido's descent into the depths of the dark hallway seemed to yield no answers to the predicament of him and his erstwhile companion, yet there was a strange aura in the air, a feeling somewhat akin to the quiet breathing - someone else's breathing - upon one's exposed skin. It came and went irregularly, a presence in the black building that was unsettling, yet like the foggy, indistinct world that it sat within, also slightly unreal.
Even in the darkness however, his steps could still retrace the faint marks against the wooden floor, light scuffing and dirt-tracked crumbs that, despite the low-light, was still present as there. No matter how miniscule and insignificant they seem, they were dirt that looked real. Distinct shapes in an indistinct realm. Dirt unlike that which had been in the grass outside.
Someone was here.
And that path seemed to lead into another room, with its door ajar. The kitchen laid beyond, but it was the door to a room, one jutting out into the hall, that was clearly open. And where the dirt lead.
A few blocks away from the park? bGuREjBEyQ qhATrbA
Ishido's descent into the depths of the dark hallway seemed to yield no answers to the predicament of him and his erstwhile companion, yet there was a strange aura in the air, a feeling somewhat akin to the quiet breathing - someone else's breathing - upon one's exposed skin. It came and went irregularly, a presence in the black building that was unsettling, yet like the foggy, indistinct world that it sat within, also slightly unreal.
Even in the darkness however, his steps could still retrace the faint marks against the wooden floor, light scuffing and dirt-tracked crumbs that, despite the low-light, was still present as there. No matter how miniscule and insignificant they seem, they were dirt that looked real. Distinct shapes in an indistinct realm. Dirt unlike that which had been in the grass outside.
Someone was here.
And that path seemed to lead into another room, with its door ajar. The kitchen laid beyond, but it was the door to a room, one jutting out into the hall, that was clearly open. And where the dirt lead.
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"Eh, Ryo-kun, that's super forward of a question!"
Any follow-up to her comment however, paused, her eyes immediately turning towards the speaking Jin.
Ai shook her head as the younger student finished, the hint of a frown immediately being subsumed under her measured, comforting smile. It seemed as if she had heard that bitterness. "This isn't scary at all, T-Money," she said in reply. It was casual, but there was a firmness to her tone. "It can't be too dangerous or dark and scary or errant if you've been here."
She nudged Ryouma softly.
"I bet Ryo-kun would agree."
Her words were honest. Her eyes were too. She did not appear to consider the place something to avoid. It wasn't as if she had written anything about cute but troubled youths who after being rejected by society can only find fulfilment and meaning in one another through the fighting and sweating of their fit bodies before, but the room held no negative feelings for her.
Meanwhile, the girl deemed 'Detention-chan' quirked her brows up, the munching of the Pocky slowing down to a halt at the name.
"It's ... Matsunaga?" she replied almost hesitantly (she didn't know what to think of the name 'Detention-chan'), swallowing the rest of her confectionery and crossing her arms across her chest. "No Persona. But ... you have one?"
The newly-proclaimed Matsunaga glanced over towards the door. Then back at the teens.
Surprise.
"Wait, you have one."
Her eyes landed on the hardcover on the table.
"Did you see Drama guy? How did you get it? Did anything follow you?"
Slight fear.
"Ack, they can smell you!"
Uchima Senior High - Barricaded Classroom, 1st Floor, Classroom Building???
"Eh, Ryo-kun, that's super forward of a question!"
Any follow-up to her comment however, paused, her eyes immediately turning towards the speaking Jin.
Ai shook her head as the younger student finished, the hint of a frown immediately being subsumed under her measured, comforting smile. It seemed as if she had heard that bitterness. "This isn't scary at all, T-Money," she said in reply. It was casual, but there was a firmness to her tone. "It can't be too dangerous or dark and scary or errant if you've been here."
She nudged Ryouma softly.
"I bet Ryo-kun would agree."
Her words were honest. Her eyes were too. She did not appear to consider the place something to avoid. It wasn't as if she had written anything about cute but troubled youths who after being rejected by society can only find fulfilment and meaning in one another through the fighting and sweating of their fit bodies before, but the room held no negative feelings for her.
Meanwhile, the girl deemed 'Detention-chan' quirked her brows up, the munching of the Pocky slowing down to a halt at the name.
"It's ... Matsunaga?" she replied almost hesitantly (she didn't know what to think of the name 'Detention-chan'), swallowing the rest of her confectionery and crossing her arms across her chest. "No Persona. But ... you have one?"
The newly-proclaimed Matsunaga glanced over towards the door. Then back at the teens.
Surprise.
"Wait, you have one."
Her eyes landed on the hardcover on the table.
"Did you see Drama guy? How did you get it? Did anything follow you?"
Slight fear.
"Ack, they can smell you!"
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The Park
The loss of another of its captives only intensified the beast's shock, its ugly sinews tautening in anger as another monstrous growl escaped its throat. The rippling wave of sheer force it had launched at Blair had been stopped, instead striking the well-muscled gains of the armoured, yet ethereal Dentatus. An impact that would, no matter how buff the Persona summoned by Jack could be, likely give a good shock to his system. It protected Blair, but at the cost of harm to himself.
Yet the monster cared naught for these things.
It had been denied. Twice now.
By its prey.
Those demonic eyes shone with sheer rage.
And it jerked forward, spinning its powerful arms as it attempted to crush Jack's body beneath its limbs.
It had its target now. The enemy that seemed so similar to it.
Meanwhile, the magic holding Enju down was beginning to weaken ...
The Park
The loss of another of its captives only intensified the beast's shock, its ugly sinews tautening in anger as another monstrous growl escaped its throat. The rippling wave of sheer force it had launched at Blair had been stopped, instead striking the well-muscled gains of the armoured, yet ethereal Dentatus. An impact that would, no matter how buff the Persona summoned by Jack could be, likely give a good shock to his system. It protected Blair, but at the cost of harm to himself.
Yet the monster cared naught for these things.
It had been denied. Twice now.
By its prey.
Those demonic eyes shone with sheer rage.
And it jerked forward, spinning its powerful arms as it attempted to crush Jack's body beneath its limbs.
It had its target now. The enemy that seemed so similar to it.
Meanwhile, the magic holding Enju down was beginning to weaken ...
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The 'plan' was a boar.
A hulking beast, though almost utterly mundane in comparison to the last creature the trio had combated, that pawed at the floor in the middle of the clubroom, its weight causing the floor to creak with each, jerky, bloody motion. An almost utterly mundane monster, yet its strangely green-furred mass was emaciated in the legs, and bones jutted out of the crushed skull around a single, wildly-moving golden eye, skin having peeled away to reveal the innards of its head.
And it slowly ...
Surely ...
Turned its gaze upon the teenagers.
And it was clearly hostile.
Uchima Senior High - AV Clubroom?
The 'plan' was a boar.
A hulking beast, though almost utterly mundane in comparison to the last creature the trio had combated, that pawed at the floor in the middle of the clubroom, its weight causing the floor to creak with each, jerky, bloody motion. An almost utterly mundane monster, yet its strangely green-furred mass was emaciated in the legs, and bones jutted out of the crushed skull around a single, wildly-moving golden eye, skin having peeled away to reveal the innards of its head.
And it slowly ...
Surely ...
Turned its gaze upon the teenagers.
And it was clearly hostile.
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Kazou sighed in relief as Sasori explained there was indeed room (along with some other concepts Kazou couldn't catch as always.) Walking outside, he was greeted with a white Toyota, dented, though if it was from the pizza-bots he couldn't tell. Either way it looked fine enough to carry them all (not that a death would be all too unwanted...)
DRU was riding with them; apparently it could fight. Made sense since it was facing off against them originally, though the reintroduction of that golden fog could be the thing to set it's gears back into kill mode. He'd keep an eye on the little thing but he doubted it'd be much trouble. Daisuke-senpai and Kimiko took out 50 of them.
Speaking of Kimiko, she had a short talk with her mother over the phone. They spoke fast, on a wavelength Kazou didn't know about. They almost seemed to know what each other were thinking. Not exactly, but they certainly could finish each other's sentences.
"Wish I had that relationship with my parents..." Kazou mumbled, before quickly clapping his hand over his mouth. He hoped no one heard that. Hitomi didn't seem to mention it, and she was the person who had started speaking right after he had. Quite well, in fact, very uncharacteristic of her. It wasn't his place to pry and he didn't know her very well but, this would certainly distract everyone else from his previous comment.
"Hitomi, are you feeling okay? You seem more... lucid than usual. No offense." He asked.
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A few blocks away from the park?
As Ishido wandered through the dark, mysterious house... he began to realize that something felt distinctly off. Ishido couldn't fathom as to precisely what, however... though, Ishido simply tried to brush it off. Chances were it was something normal, something everyday to other people. They wouldn't even think anything was odd about the house, wouldn't they?! It was just an ordinary house, not too different from the Yoichi household. The strangest thing about it was that it was dark, and even then... Ishido knew that was completely normal.
So why did it still feel like something was weird, to the scarfed wanderer Ishido Yoichi? Again, he knew not why... but he placed those thoughts to the back of his mind and continued his investigation of the house. He kept a watchful eye open for anything that caught his attention, but either there was nothing - or he hadn't seen anything, which was the more likely possibility.
Suddenly, Ishido shivered, completely out of the blue. All of a sudden... he felt cold. It was a similar feeling to that of one breathing onto another's skin... a chilling feeling. With a flinch, Ishido immediately paused and gasped lightly... only to dismiss the strange sensation. While it did feel like someone was breathing on Ishido's skin, it was more than likely not the case. Mr. Yoichi always told Ishido to keep a sharp mind... and that the mind can trick you into believing things to be something they are not. After all, the sensation was a cold one. The wind could be cold, too, and it seemed completely reasonable to Ishido that a dark house would be rather cold.
Then, out of the corner of his eye - something piqued Ishido's attention. An open door...! At that moment, Ishido had an epiphany of sorts. The door to the house was ajar, wasn't it? Someone had opened it... unless the boy called Hans had opened it prior. But this door Ishido just encountered... it was open, too.
The theory Ishido had arrived on was that someone had entered the house, likely the homeowner - and that they'd entered the door that Ishido had his eye on. Ishido was hoping to encounter the homeowner. Perhaps they knew more about the situation, or they could confirm Ishido's theory on the golden fog?
And chances were, in Ishido's mind... that the homeowner lied beyond the door in front of him. A subdued excitement built in Ishido. Chances were, he was going to meet the homeowner! Perhaps they'd know more about the situation, and could help him and that Hans fellow out.
'I wonder how he's going...' Ishido wondered, as he slowly approached the ajar door that seemingly awaited to be opened, his steps audible. 'That Hans guy is still out there... I hope he's alright out there. Both of us sound pretty clueless... well, on this situation. I'm clueless all the time...'
Ishido placed a hand onto the ajar door, and began to open it. Was he brimming with bravery, burning like flames - or rather, was he simply full of ignorance regarding his current situation? Could he even fathom what he'd found himself in?
It was more than likely the latter.
A few blocks away from the park?
As Ishido wandered through the dark, mysterious house... he began to realize that something felt distinctly off. Ishido couldn't fathom as to precisely what, however... though, Ishido simply tried to brush it off. Chances were it was something normal, something everyday to other people. They wouldn't even think anything was odd about the house, wouldn't they?! It was just an ordinary house, not too different from the Yoichi household. The strangest thing about it was that it was dark, and even then... Ishido knew that was completely normal.
So why did it still feel like something was weird, to the scarfed wanderer Ishido Yoichi? Again, he knew not why... but he placed those thoughts to the back of his mind and continued his investigation of the house. He kept a watchful eye open for anything that caught his attention, but either there was nothing - or he hadn't seen anything, which was the more likely possibility.
Suddenly, Ishido shivered, completely out of the blue. All of a sudden... he felt cold. It was a similar feeling to that of one breathing onto another's skin... a chilling feeling. With a flinch, Ishido immediately paused and gasped lightly... only to dismiss the strange sensation. While it did feel like someone was breathing on Ishido's skin, it was more than likely not the case. Mr. Yoichi always told Ishido to keep a sharp mind... and that the mind can trick you into believing things to be something they are not. After all, the sensation was a cold one. The wind could be cold, too, and it seemed completely reasonable to Ishido that a dark house would be rather cold.
Then, out of the corner of his eye - something piqued Ishido's attention. An open door...! At that moment, Ishido had an epiphany of sorts. The door to the house was ajar, wasn't it? Someone had opened it... unless the boy called Hans had opened it prior. But this door Ishido just encountered... it was open, too.
The theory Ishido had arrived on was that someone had entered the house, likely the homeowner - and that they'd entered the door that Ishido had his eye on. Ishido was hoping to encounter the homeowner. Perhaps they knew more about the situation, or they could confirm Ishido's theory on the golden fog?
And chances were, in Ishido's mind... that the homeowner lied beyond the door in front of him. A subdued excitement built in Ishido. Chances were, he was going to meet the homeowner! Perhaps they'd know more about the situation, and could help him and that Hans fellow out.
'I wonder how he's going...' Ishido wondered, as he slowly approached the ajar door that seemingly awaited to be opened, his steps audible. 'That Hans guy is still out there... I hope he's alright out there. Both of us sound pretty clueless... well, on this situation. I'm clueless all the time...'
Ishido placed a hand onto the ajar door, and began to open it. Was he brimming with bravery, burning like flames - or rather, was he simply full of ignorance regarding his current situation? Could he even fathom what he'd found himself in?
It was more than likely the latter.
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Saturday Morning – Practice Building?
The brisk jog to the AV room was thankfully rather uneventful. But with his surroundings still doing a marvelous job of convincing him that he had been cast for a role in a horror movie, it was nearly impossible to calm down and pretend like he did not just make a giant flesh robot explode with a magic gust of wind. Man, the whole situation was getting dangerously close to being too absurd for him to take in his usual confident stride.
Tsubaki threw the door open with gusto, the near manic excitement she was letting off almost enough to make even Yuuhei worry. The blond didn’t say anything though, because as far as he was concerned it was more important for them to keep moving. Especially if the alternative was to wait for more grotesque things to greet them. Yet the universe seemed to think it was unbelievably funny, as even without his glasses Yuuhei was able to make out a sight inside of the AV room that seemed to exist for the sole purpose of making him eat his unspoken words.
"So what's the plan?"
Yuuhei barely registered his underclassmen was speaking as he unconsciously made his first sound decision of the day. One hand grabbed Tsubaki by the collar of her uniform and yanked her out of the doorway, while his other one unceremoniously slammed the door to the AV room shut. It had been difficult for him to make out specifics of the thing, but it was painfully clear that golden eye, which had jerked about with rabid fervor, did not have their best interests in mind.
”How does this sound?” Yuuehi finally replied to Natsume a bit too nonchalantly, ”We keep walking, pretend we didn’t see anything, and not talk about what we just saw ever again. I’m positive Piggy-kun will understand.”
But despite his recommendation, Yuuhei took position next to the door with an amused smile and listened for whatever the thing decided to do next. His hand reached into his pocket and withdrew another dart. Sure, they had proven to be disastrously useless in their last fight, but for some reason the weight still filled him with some small sense of security.
His eyes darted to his two companions, silently asking if they were ready for what came next.
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Saturday Morning – Practice Building?
The brisk jog to the AV room was thankfully rather uneventful. But with his surroundings still doing a marvelous job of convincing him that he had been cast for a role in a horror movie, it was nearly impossible to calm down and pretend like he did not just make a giant flesh robot explode with a magic gust of wind. Man, the whole situation was getting dangerously close to being too absurd for him to take in his usual confident stride.
Tsubaki threw the door open with gusto, the near manic excitement she was letting off almost enough to make even Yuuhei worry. The blond didn’t say anything though, because as far as he was concerned it was more important for them to keep moving. Especially if the alternative was to wait for more grotesque things to greet them. Yet the universe seemed to think it was unbelievably funny, as even without his glasses Yuuhei was able to make out a sight inside of the AV room that seemed to exist for the sole purpose of making him eat his unspoken words.
"So what's the plan?"
Yuuhei barely registered his underclassmen was speaking as he unconsciously made his first sound decision of the day. One hand grabbed Tsubaki by the collar of her uniform and yanked her out of the doorway, while his other one unceremoniously slammed the door to the AV room shut. It had been difficult for him to make out specifics of the thing, but it was painfully clear that golden eye, which had jerked about with rabid fervor, did not have their best interests in mind.
”How does this sound?” Yuuehi finally replied to Natsume a bit too nonchalantly, ”We keep walking, pretend we didn’t see anything, and not talk about what we just saw ever again. I’m positive Piggy-kun will understand.”
But despite his recommendation, Yuuhei took position next to the door with an amused smile and listened for whatever the thing decided to do next. His hand reached into his pocket and withdrew another dart. Sure, they had proven to be disastrously useless in their last fight, but for some reason the weight still filled him with some small sense of security.
His eyes darted to his two companions, silently asking if they were ready for what came next.
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Natsume; Saturday Morning - Practice Building?
All of the color from her face was drained the instant her eyes laid upon whatever the hell was inside the AV club room. A loud gulp followed as her mind tried to understand what she just saw before Yuuhei had closed the door rather quickly. Big. Scary. Piercing golden eyes. Oh how she wanted to run but her legs wouldn't follow. Something about this one just bothered her on a different level than the previous monstrosity they ran into.
"I... I like that plan." Although she said that outloud, she knew they probably weren't gonna get out of this that easily. From the corner of her vision she noticed Yuuhei going for one of his darts, and after taking a step to the side, she proceeded to grip the broom that she had from befo...
...
"Wait."
Natsume wasn't holding anything. She didn't grab the broom that flew out of her hands after they had defeated the previous monster. And right now she was defenseless against that thing waiting inside the AV club room. She was mentally berating herself for forgetting to pick it up at least before they left for the AV club room. Maybe it could have worked as a makeshift door lock.
How do you call that Persona thing again? Its powers would really come in handy right now.
"Tsubaki-san, you might wanna stay behind me." She whispered towards the girl as she took another step away from the door. Things were about to get messy again. Natsume began to steel herself as she stared back at the door, in anticipation of it being broken down.
Natsume; Saturday Morning - Practice Building?
All of the color from her face was drained the instant her eyes laid upon whatever the hell was inside the AV club room. A loud gulp followed as her mind tried to understand what she just saw before Yuuhei had closed the door rather quickly. Big. Scary. Piercing golden eyes. Oh how she wanted to run but her legs wouldn't follow. Something about this one just bothered her on a different level than the previous monstrosity they ran into.
"I... I like that plan." Although she said that outloud, she knew they probably weren't gonna get out of this that easily. From the corner of her vision she noticed Yuuhei going for one of his darts, and after taking a step to the side, she proceeded to grip the broom that she had from befo...
...
"Wait."
Natsume wasn't holding anything. She didn't grab the broom that flew out of her hands after they had defeated the previous monster. And right now she was defenseless against that thing waiting inside the AV club room. She was mentally berating herself for forgetting to pick it up at least before they left for the AV club room. Maybe it could have worked as a makeshift door lock.
How do you call that Persona thing again? Its powers would really come in handy right now.
"Tsubaki-san, you might wanna stay behind me." She whispered towards the girl as she took another step away from the door. Things were about to get messy again. Natsume began to steel herself as she stared back at the door, in anticipation of it being broken down.
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Tsubaki scrambled to her feet, pressing herself against the back wall and trying to make herself as small as possible. Still, inside she was quivering with excitement. It had only been for a second, but she had seen something incredible, something she needed. They only had to kill that monster.
"I'll provide support from here. Give it hell!"
"I'll provide support from here. Give it hell!"
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The dance drew to a close; Kimiko's exhilaration wound down slowly as the fiery foes were vanquished. The feeling of victory was one Kimiko almost never felt. Her studies were not challenging enough for her to consider most exams a battle, and she was too demure to force her wishes in any other respect. But this feeling was more than one of accomplishment in a way Kimiko could not describe. The thrill kindled a fire deep within that she never knew could burn so brightly, and she wanted, desired, needed more.
Her thoughts were snapped back to reality with a frigid brutality as Kaede asked of their numbers. Yes, they had lost Frosty. Kimiko had already felt his loss, and she wished to not think further on the subject. But one other companion was no longer with them.
"Okazaki-san." The name was uttered softly, a warm breath reluctant to let its sound spring forth lest the exhilaration moments before betray her. Kimiko inhaled slowly as the realization struck her. The vice president had run off randomly as Kimiko abandoned her promise of protection in her fear and self-importance. Would they find the vice president's body destroyed among the classrooms? Or was Okazaki lost forever?
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Sasori and Co. Investigations
"I can stop the iron wherever you want," was Sasori's contribution, but the gumshoe noticed Hitomi's state immediately. "The kid's right. I might be no doc, but you sure look like you're going to shoot your cookies. Wanna park the body for a bit?"
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A few blocks away from the park? bGuREjBEyQ qhATrbA
It was humid.
Humid and stale, the vents long clogged by dust.
The carpet, old brown fluff, had begun to mold.
Springs could be visibly protruding from the battered mattress upon the bedframe.
The far window had shattered sometime ago, and the remains littered the top of the bed.
It was a room that nobody cared for anymore.
Yet that would not be what Ishido saw first.
That was an immobile, black object. Simply lying upon the carpet.
No, not an object.
It had collapsed face-down, and dried, flaked red surrounded a crushed and twisted extrusion from the central mass. The entire thing was the colour of the night, eerie and dusky and lacking in features, but the shape was one that was unmistakeable.
It looked human.
Sasori and Co. Investigations
"I can stop the iron wherever you want," was Sasori's contribution, but the gumshoe noticed Hitomi's state immediately. "The kid's right. I might be no doc, but you sure look like you're going to shoot your cookies. Wanna park the body for a bit?"
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A few blocks away from the park? bGuREjBEyQ qhATrbA
It was humid.
Humid and stale, the vents long clogged by dust.
The carpet, old brown fluff, had begun to mold.
Springs could be visibly protruding from the battered mattress upon the bedframe.
The far window had shattered sometime ago, and the remains littered the top of the bed.
It was a room that nobody cared for anymore.
Yet that would not be what Ishido saw first.
That was an immobile, black object. Simply lying upon the carpet.
No, not an object.
It had collapsed face-down, and dried, flaked red surrounded a crushed and twisted extrusion from the central mass. The entire thing was the colour of the night, eerie and dusky and lacking in features, but the shape was one that was unmistakeable.
It looked human.
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In Enju her mind
Enju found herself underwater, she saw the surface above her, it was just out of her reach. She tried swimming towards it but she couldn't come any closer to the surface. She let out a puff of air, bubbles rising to the surface above her.
'I can't breath'
Enju panicked, she frantically moved around trying to get herself back up to the surface but she was stuck. Tentacles wrapped around her legs dragging her down further into the depths of the abyss. The water around her only became darker as the urge to breath only strengthened. She tried calling for help but she didn't feel like anyone could hear her. It was a waste of air. Enju stopping looking at the surface but below her instead. She saw the wicked demon beneath her growing closer with the second. It was gonna get her, slowly choking her to death without her being able to do anything. Enju stopped resisting, her arms trailing after body being dragged down by the demon. She looked up one more time only seeing a glimpse of the surface above her.
Persona
The water turned bright yellow like the clouds opening up above her. A bird like creature could be seen above the surface. It released a ray from above the water deep down into the abyss just past Enju making the demon below her erupt an ear hurting cry. Enju covered her ears in the water but felt like it had been weakened by it so that only meant good things. The vines around her legs tightened so much the water got a hint of red from her blood. Her legs were bleeding from the tight vines but she couldn't remove them herself. Enju let out another puff of air from the pain. Another time another voice sounded beneath the water.
Persona
A big like gladiator appeared beneath her between her and the demon turning the water beneath her a bright red. Its big sword tried cutting the vines dragging Enju down in half. The vines were weakened instead not hurting so much as before. These two had been helping her tremendously, why did she feel so weak. She couldn't do anything back to help them back. She felt terrible for being such a useless object being the way. She had to help in some way! The creature was focussing their way now, there was no way for them to attack freely without Enju distracting it! Enju grabbed her skateboard that had been lying nearby her and threw it the creature its way. With the best she could manage she screamed at the thing. The illusionary water around her had disappeared making it able for her to breath again.
"LOOK AT ME YOU BIG DUMMY!"
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