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Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

Still waiting on @Ayazi. Though would it be preferable to post anyways given my circumstance?

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@Jangel13 It's cool, been chilling this whole week of school break.

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@Ayazi I thought I'd free you up actually. I essentially put all my character's actions in that one post, not going to add anything more other than fluff.

EDIT: And I've finished my post.

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@Caits @Jangel13 Sorry for the delays, illness then school caught up with me.

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@Ayazi...Really?

Just that one word crossed Kiritsugu's mind, as he witnessed either an infallible display of backfiring rudeness, or a miscalculation of how clumsy one was. The case at least happened to not be completely devoid of logic, as Kiritsugu deduced several facts which did help the girl save face (pun unintended). It happened that the bus running the route from school along this boulevard was just pulling up to the corner, no doubt preparing to cross the intersection towards the nearby bus stop. He'd just passed the pharmacy along his way, which its unmistakably recognizable plastic bag was at present in the limp clutch of the victim's hand. Thus the valid statement (if so proffered after he removed the body from blocking the crime scene...sidewalk) would run along the lines of, "I'm so sorry mister, but I had to catch the bus on time, there's this medicine I have to deliver to my sick parent(s), I didn't mean to trouble you, please be a gentleman and forgive me!"

(Not that physical height even attested equivalency to mental age. Wow, I definitely did not sign up for insecurities of tallness when puberty the robocall salesman rang.)

And there was something else, scratched just below the surface, or perhaps a red herring to distract Kiritsugu tapping the girl's shoulder and voicing prerecorded statements of forced concern. He recalled her accent as subtly foreign, almost easing into the local vibe, yet distinctly operating on its own wavelength. What at first he mistook for the shadows, as she began to stir, turned out to be an even tanner complexion in the sunlight than the half Chinese could give due credit. And upon general inspection of her appearance, an involuntary, inward groan followed his fond memories of clothes shopping with mother in the trendier retail row of Harbor City; he knew the American brands of AE and Hollister. Certainly all this tied into the cruder gait of a gaijin bumping into him (he wasn't one to talk), yet with airs that suggested a grace not necessarily of Japanese culture.

All this pandering for truth was made moot the instant that truck roared past the startled bus driver stomping the brake, the even more startled students backpedaling from the crosswalk just in time, and Kiritsugu just raising an eyebrow and wondering what more could be wrong with Earth's denizens today. Perhaps the sounds of crashing, erupting flame, and screaming metal should have elicited more than a wince drawn deep from Kiritsugu's empathy. While the bus driver dealt with the gathering crowd blocking the intersection by honking his horn before throwing his hands up to kami-sama and releasing his passengers early, Kiritsugu unceremoniously grabbed the girl under the shoulders and hauled her upright. Steadying her arm against the side of the bus, he muttered something along the lines of get home quickly.

He felt his first pangs of guilt and horror as he passed through the crowd; whoever was driving apparently didn't even try to save himself or at least swerve to avoid head on. He heard one of the students begin to yell at the dazed spectators to get away, claiming an explosion, and the mixed signals were received by another student charging ahead towards the scene, then suddenly stooping to grab a metal bat like a baseball lunatic. But wait -- why did multiple lights all of a sudden flash? ...There be robots?

Multiple clicks and whirring gears sequenced within the part of Kirtsugu's brain that had been trained to be technologically savvy since his childhood under paternal care. He took off in the opposite direction to the bus, while fumbling to retrieve the MS Surface from his backpack. Just a few furious taps and a swipe would be all Kiritsugu needed on an Internet search to confirm his knowledge on those robots, but first a simple question directed at the bus driver,

"Excuse me mister, can you please leave the bus WiFi on, so I can access the Internet urgently?"

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...3, 2, 1.



The world for the three Burst Linkers in the alley took a dizzying turn, as the cracked walls digitally circled around them then rapidly enlarged. Even the floor itself began to tilt steeper and steeper, as strewn trash bumped and rolled down the slope before disappearing into thin air. What awaited those who still stood was a gaping maw of pitch black darkness below, a Tartarus with an impossibly perceivable bottom. Yet this was contrasted by the top rim of the pit, where a clear sky sparks hope in those who attempt to climb upwards. Promptly, all Duel Avatars spawned in and unceremoniously started to fall.

The instigator of the match, Ochre Technic himself, made a grand flourish with his cape as he descended, and promptly glided to a standstill on the nearest ledge. "Your decision?" he boomed, the question echoing off the foreboding wall of their cage.

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Lining the eastern boulevard away from Uchima Senior High, cherry blossom trees stood in stoic rows and silently awaited their turn of seasons. Nevertheless, afternoon sunlight dappled the verdant leaves and spilled over onto the ground, mingling with the shadows of tree trunks and students passing underneath. The weight of Japanese tradition literally hung over the heads of each successive generation who would attend and graduate from Uchima; only one exception was finding physical and mental difficulty in accepting it. That is, Kiritsugu found it his daily annoyance to brush away the lower hanging branches interfering with his movement.

About the twelfth tree down the line, Kiritsugu had enough of bending over to leaves whipping his face, and leaned back against its trunk, allowing those of better fitting stature to pass by him. Their usual drone of merrily chatting about their weekend plans, abound in Shikatsu, did not escape his ears. He shielded his eyes from the filtered Sun as he averted his gaze upwards towards the canopy. Sunlight's one thing, shadow's another. Can't win with both problems.

The surrounding fields of rolling green captured Kiritsugu's attention next. An image flickered in his mind's eye, and the blank panorama transformed for him. Apartment complexes rose out of the ground, followed by skyscapers in the distance, reaching to block out the Sun and cast their looming shadows. At the base of it all, familiar restaurants and shops opened up to direct the flow of customers as the crowd increased in size and intensity. Kiritsugu relaxed against a traffic light, and listened to the buzzing conversation of Cantonese speakers walking past him, merrily chatting about their next stops in Kowloon. His hand felt around for the button to activate the crosswalk signal...

...instead scraping it against the bark. Kiritsugu kicked behind him, and let out a disappointed sigh when the "thunk" of the tree trunk was heard instead of the hum of metal. His eyes swam in the white light before readjusting to the ample shade, and he held an arm out to steady himself before continuing his walk down the boulevard. Gritting his teeth as he emerged out of the last of the cherry blossoms, he'd just remembered the irony of his Japanese surname, as he entered the initial suburbs marked by family houses.

//

Let's think of something a normal person would for once.

Not much homework today. The weather's gotten to me, so no martial arts practice. If I'm indoors, at least I have to finish learning C++. Meh, programming's a bore.

Okay, any manhua I feel like rereading? Nope, still need to buy the next volume of Ravages of Time. That means waiting for mother to come home for longer than a day, and coinciding with a literature expo in Nagoya. Unless the heavens tear asunder and I can make a trip to Tokyo.

Oh look, here comes a truck. At least here I won't get run over looking both ways in the wrong order.

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It's been a busy week for me, I'll get a post up tomorrow.

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@Crimmy Sorta skimmed that City Plot post. so the gist is there's going to be a car chase? So for the plot point would a witness end up getting involved somehow? (Lemme beat you to it first @Inkd Bull XD)

Funny, if I like the final episode of MSG: IBO, I'll probably pick up Toradora because of the director.

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Dropped

Name: Kiritsugu Sakurai
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Arcana: Hierophant
Equipment:
-Weapon: Bo staff, later triple staff.
-Calligraphy set, with brushes & inkwell.
-School backpack, includes school supplies.
-Surface tablet, attaches to laptop.
Skills: Calligraphy (Kanji), Computer Hacking/Programming, Cooking (Cantonese), Electronic Repair, Martial Arts (Nanquan)

Appearance

Owing his physical features more to his Chinese father than his Japanese mother, Kiritsugu stands out in a crowd at 6' (183 cm) tall and a tan complexion. Kiritsugu's hair is cut to a half crown, except for bangs that fall halfway towards double eyelids and an intense look. Rarely smiling except for half grins and smirks, Kiritsugu prefers to give off an aloof, unassuming aura to discourage casual advances, though people comment on him looking angry or upset when facing them. He walks with a quiet, swift stride that surprises some of the most attentive people, though Kiritsugu would protest this was purposefully out of politeness rather than ulterior motive. When not dressed in school uniform, Kiritsugu dons a polo shirt with sweater or unbuttoned jacket over it depending on season, and cargo pants or shorts.

Personality

Kiritsugu appears as your average introvert, but beneath his appearance lies a churning interior. Despite his cold behavior, Kiritsugu has the capacity to be empathetic if welcomed, and carefully measures its expression. His manner of speech ranges from blunt remarks on a situation gone sour, to cryptic advice that Kiritsugu himself sometimes questions. When push comes to shove, Kiritsugu possesses the social graces necessary to hold his own in conversation, though he makes certain that his social standing in school wouldn't invite idle chat. Kiritsugu hides a cunning, resourceful mind up his sleeve; combining this with sudden charisma throws both friend and foe off guard, when dealing with who they underestimated as an uncouth person. Prefers sarcasm and situational humor for comical effect.

Biography

Kiritsugu was born to a Chinese father and Japanese mother in Hong Kong, where he spent his childhood. At one point he enrolled in a martial arts school, where he would remain until moving away. His father, a surly man with expectations for his son, ran an electronic flea market, and taught his trade to Kiritsugu, but nothing more; he then passed away from cancer when Kiritsugu was 12. His mother moved him back to Japan, specifically her hometown of Shikatsu, where Kiritsugu has been in local schools since the 7th grade. The will of his dying father gave the opinion, or rather demand, that Kiritsugu follow in his footsteps and succeed him in the electronics industry. But Kiritsugu, a budding artist inspired by manga, hoped to one day publish a Chinese manhua rivaling the Japanese dominated medium. But pressure by his parents, dead and alive, caused his fall into a self loathing routine of schooling and preparing for an unwanted career. Kiritsugu ironically could not relate to his mother as well as he tried with his father; the former now works full time in Nagoya, and rarely came home long enough for a meaningful talk. When joining a club for his first year at Uchima Senior High, Kiritsugu opted for calligraphy instead of manga, as he was embarrassed to reveal his forbidden passion, besides being intimidated by the skill of Japanese artists. For now, Kiritsugu takes the role of the background student, who after school returns home to satisfy his father's ghost by learning programming, and practicing martial arts or drawing to escape in his spare time.

Persona
Name: Sima Yi

Appearance

Traits:
-Reflects: Darkness
-Absorbs:
-Void: Light
-Resist: Fire
-Weak: Pierce, Slash
Abilities/Skills:
Agi
Tarukaja
Rakunda
Analysis