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Interactions: Asumi @Ambra, Nagi @Psyker Landshark


Munehisa cast off a dagger of a glare towards Nagi upon her own rendition of his cover story, resisting the urge to punch her shoulder before Asumi carried on with being her usual self. "You have a crow?" his voice cracked out of bewilderment as he dashed a few footfalls ahead of the girl, turning around to face her while walking backwards. "A literal manifestation of divine intervention? You know, that whole myth of Yatagarasu?"

A dramatic episode spurred from the boy as his imagination ran wild, wondering if it was a sign of the events from the previous day. "Won't the school just chase it off or somethin' if they see it by the premises?" Munehisa returned a farewell gesture towards Masashi as he questioned Asumi.


Interactions: Asumi @Ambra, Nagi @Psyker Landshark, Masashi @Zombehs


Last night had been the first instance of an early light's out for Munehisa for a long time. What was usually a late session of indulging social media and video games had turned into heavy sleep before the midnight hour, leading to an earlier awakening before even his father had come to. For whatever reason, the man had been drawn into yet another drunken stupor, and the boy would take it upon himself to begrudgingly take advantage of his unusual rejuvenation to clean up the mess. He disposed of the scattered alcoholic beverages strewn about the proximity of the stinking couch that was his father's cot, spraying a fragrant aerosol to combat the rank odor in the room. It was a commonplace routine in the Nara homestead, but as the boy stared down at his morning meal of a soft-boiled egg and empty calories in a bowl, the indignation was never any different. Was his father's display all what growing up had to sell?

Unexpectedly, school was more of a hassle than usual. Despite Okamoto's reticent disposition in comparison to her livid outburst the previous day, her crusaders made up for the silence with their own chattering, droning about rumours and spinning the controversy surrounding their class. It pissed Munehisa off, especially after seeing what he saw in that parallel universe; as fearful as he was of stepping back into that dangerous world, Nagi was right in that they had a score to settle, lest someone like Asumi somehow stumbled inside. It was very much an Asumi thing to occur, especially if...

"Hold on, you found a dead body, but also fell on it?" Munehisa exclaimed upon Masashi's initial explanation, casting a bewildered look towards Asumi. First, this whole other world scenario, and now we've got a small town murderer on the loose? "Now we've gotta worry about somehow not getting expelled and gutted in the same day," Munehisa sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging. Though it was obvious that the existence of that parallel universe had to remain a secret, he sure as hell didn't have an incredible cover story in mind for their whereabouts. Here goes, anyway. "Well, I went to basketball practice, but Katsuragi-senpai's rejection and that whole expulsion crap is still bothering me, and the guys don't notice a benchwarmer like me anyway," the boy started, looking towards Nagi expectantly. "So I left the gym, and ran into Nagi on the way out! She felt so bad for me about Katsuragi-senpai that she actually took me out to the food court at Aprile. What can I say? I'm gonna need all the dating practice I can get with the ladies!"


Interactions: Nagi @Psyker Landshark, Shadow Okamoto @Ambra


“Shut the hell up!” the boy cracked under the stress as her disparaging flurry struck him bullet after bullet. His heart stung from the woman’s abhorrent remarks, the pangs of an immense headache beginning to stir about his head. Yet, in that very moment, the sea of thoughts ceased their torment. His guilt transformed into a wretched armour as inhibition stirred wildly in his chest, screaming from his chest for release. “What makes you think a shitty adult like you know where I come from, how I feel, or who I am?”

Munehisa slung the other strap of his backpack over the shoulder as he met Okamoto with defiant eyes. “Maybe I am just a dumbass kid who had to go and screw over all his friends,” the boy shook his head before slowly pointing a finger towards the woman. “But even a kid knows how to take a damn joke! The fact that you’re willing to go this far… you’re a primadonna who’s long past her peak. You think you rule the roost, but sucking the principal’s dick doesn’t make you a queen– you’re nothing but a manipulative parasite!”

Miss Okamoto took a step back in shock, surprised at the boy’s outburst. “How dare you speak to your Queen that way!” she snarled. “You damn brat!!”

“Queen bee, my ass. Your crown’s about as authentic as the two balloons hanging from your chest,” Munehisa bared his fangs as the headache became almost too unbearable to withstand, his hands balling into fists. “I’m just a kid, yeah… but pieces of shit adults like you have no right to look down on kids like me!”



Finally awake now, are we?

His body forcefully keeled over from the blades that jammed into each and every crevice of his head as a strange yet familiar voice rang in his ears. Saliva trickled from his gaping mouth as Munehisa couldn’t shut his eyes from the immense pain, reduced to his knees as the afflicted boy was subdued by the screaming from his soul.

Can you stand to let another steal away the youth you so preciously cling to?
All those futures will be rewritten should you let the ink dry…
‘Tis by your hand only of which the other you within desires it thus…

Munehisa nearly crumbled to his side as the sensation of suffering became almost too overwhelming. Yet, the voice of his heart was clear– in that moment, he was clairvoyant. Omnipotent. Invincible. Yes, this was the truth of his inner self. “That’s right. It was always like this,” the agony ceased as the boy slowly rose to his feet. A brass-coloured venetian masquerade mask with an ornate wreath pattern surrounding the lenses adorned his face from forehead to nose. At the corners of the mask where it curved upward stretched two pairs of antlers, each about three inches long. Persona…

Hmph! So this is your determination. Very well…
Then let the contract be drawn.
I am thou, thou art I…
In the neverlands shall we revel in the anarchy sown!

With firm resolve, Munehisa tore off the mask from his face from the right side, the scream of his heart made manifest as fresh blood blanketed his face. A pillar of cerulean flame enveloped the grotesque vision as immense energy rippled down the hallway, threatening Okamoto’s footing and the bees’ flight.

From the limitless blue, Munehisa stepped forward. His school uniform had transformed into a long black tailcoat decorated with brass accents, the sleeves rolled up to expose the skin of his wrist before a pair of onyx gloves. Beneath the tailcoat, he wore a fine dark green shirt with a figurate collar, sporting a golden crest that tied together a white strap above his chest. Form-fitting pants painted similarly to the color of his coat, with knee-high boots that were unaffected by the sticky terrain. [Reference kinda]

Behind Munehisa stood a tall humanoid figure that floated above him, shrouded in the azure flames that pulsed with intensity. Its head resembled a hood with a four-sided star as its face, wearing a gray hunter’s tricorn hat with a golden center between the pent and top. Its anatomy was similar to a gray ruffled front shirt, with a light purple upper cloak that blew with an imaginary wind. A strap ran diagonally across its chest, the lower portion connecting to a belt which seemed to hold the light-purple baggy upper portion of its ash-coloured breeches intact. At its feet, wore two shin-high brown medieval boots. The humanoid’s right arm extended into the hilt and straight blade of a knife for a hand, its ordinary left hand twirling a pan flute. Its appearance invoked the imagery of a medieval vigilante.

“It’s about time someone knocked adults like you down a notch,” Munehisa radiated with conviction as the makings of a polearm manifested between the fingers of his right hand. He hoisted the upper half of the weapon over his shoulder, nodding towards Okamoto. “To think you’re so willing to screw over all our lives when it’s kids like us who make the future,” the boy growled in her direction, looking between each of the giant bees. “I’ll break that stupid pipe of yours and make a crown worthy for a bitch like you!!”

Okamoto’s eyes were wide at the presence of the new entity, stalwartly frozen in place. Or perhaps it was fear that kept her in place. Her expression was a combination of both terror and fury as she glowered at Munehisa and his new friend, bristling as she pointed at the boy. “My children,” she spluttered, “Get rid of it! Now!!!”

Munehisa was no longer enfeebled by the woman’s toxicity. For the first time in his life, he felt that he was in true control– composed, focused, prepared. The truth had never been any clearer to him. Rebellion was the heartbeat of the riot that sounded from within, and it was ready. “Persona, huh?” the name of his newfound power drew past the confident smirk on his lip as he would call upon its name henceforth. “Let’s fly, Peter Pan!”

Stepping between Nagi and their adversary, Munehisa’s eye trained on each of the giant bees that approached them. His spear dematerialized for a moment as the sapphire blaze coalesced around his open palm, subconsciously aware of manifesting the power of his Persona. Stellated octahedrons of ice encircled one of the bees, shattering both the structure and its enemy into nothing but shadow.

"Persona!” the boy shouted aloud in discordance as the reflection of his spirit extended its pan flute outward, its arm recoiling as if it fired a gun. The first snap of pure energy struck one of the bees, clipping its wings and knocking it down before the second burst of the double shot finished it off. Munehisa’s spear reformed around his fingers as he leapt forward to meet the third enemy head on, dealing the bee with a precise downward slash and allowing his Persona to finish it off with a stab from its knife hand.

He evaded the fourth bee’s stinger with a surprisingly nimble backflip, though the fifth one would manage to clip Munehisa from the side. Despite being struck, he seemed to suffer no visible harm– his strange attire showed no signs of damage and no blood sprouted from the site, but it was evident from his expression that he suffered injury. Peter Pan drew on the power of ice once more as it encased the fourth bee, allowing its user to completely fracture the frozen enemy in one swing of his spear. Tossing the weapon aside into the unknown, Munehisa brandished a sniper rifle– an M40 rifle to be exact, only needing a single breath to take aim before sniping the last bee with one precise shot.

Having defeated all of the enemies for the time being, Munehisa quickly turned towards Nagi, still dialed with adrenaline. “Quick, let’s get outta here now!” he said, hoping to take advantage of Okamoto’s dumbfoundedness to make their getaway.


Interactions: Nagi @Psyker Landshark


A sense of foreboding was beginning to rise within Munehisa by the minute, his thumbs twiddling as the two of them navigated the mysterious environment. Every now and then, the atmosphere seemed to twist and contort in an unstable manner; the boy could've sworn that he caught familiar glimpses of the second floor hallway. The longer they walked on, the harder it was for him to maintain stable footing. The floor and walls were coated in some sort of viscous substance-- the entire place smelled faintly of honey. With the structure resembling swaths of honeycombs, it was almost exactly what he envisioned the inside of a beehive to look like.

"Better yet, how the hell do we even get out of here?" Munehisa nagged with the most important question, fearfully looking about as he was unable to recognize any noticeable differences with where they were exactly going. A minimap would be hella useful, right now.

He nearly lost his footing entirely when black puddles suddenly sprouted from the flaxen ground, and the form of giant bees manifested from the shadows. It had very much confirmed Munehisa's perception of their whereabouts, but the revelation was short-lived when the pack proved to be hostile. "Not the bees," his eyes widened at the sight, frantically pulling back upon Nagi's command as they encroached upon them. His head narrowly ducked under one of the bees' attempts of decapitating him, prompting him to instinctively hold his backpack out in both hands like a shield. "N-Nagi, we gotta book it outta here, like right now!"


Interactions: Nagi @Psyker Landshark


Munehisa shrugged off his companion's chiding about the risk of overhearing, whining with a groan and placing his hands behind his head. "Whatever, man. If my dad finds out, he's gonna fricken kill me..." His grumbling drifted into an annoyed disposition as a familiar sound rumbled from his pocket-- it's gotta be that annoying app again. All of his phone notifications were silenced except for calls, texts and stream reminders, so it had to have come from that weird app. It had installed itself onto his phone, yet it didn't seem or act like any sort of malware-- rather, his main gripe was that it somehow kept re-installing itself every other hour after countless attempts to delete it. It did annoy him whenever it made a weird sound or enlarged itself to obscure much of his screen whenever he was near the school; the icon, which looked like some sort of eye with a star for an iris, creeped him the hell out, especially when the corners seemed to pulsate.

The boy dug into his pocket as the duo trotted down the hallway, pulling out his phone in the usual routine of disregarding and deleting the weird app. "What the-" Munehisa gasped as the app now encompassed the entirety of his screen, its red hues rippling across a pure black overlay. His shoes suddenly began to feel heavier with each footfall as an unsettling sensation rose in his stomach, the hint of a sweet pheromone trickling into the air that he breathed. He looked around to see reality bend itself like a nasty trip, something that he'd only seen exaggerated in special effects. Light from the typical Fujihama afternoon was suppressed in favor of a darker golden hue, finding that the classrooms and hallways had transformed into something entirely different.

"What," Munehisa had expressed his surprise at nearly the exact time as Nagi had; that was when he noticed that it was now just the two of them with not another soul in sight. With the sudden pressing matter at hand, he pocketed his phone and looked all around him, seeing that the walls were covered in some viscous golden substance. "What the hell? We're literally still in the school, aren't we?!" he stammered in a bit of a panic, taking a few frantic steps ahead and turning back to face Nagi. "Nagi, pinch me. Like, right now. I'm just dreaming, right? Right??"


Interactions: Yuri & Asumi @Ambra, Nagi @Psyker Landshark, Masashi @Zombehs, Akira @DJAtomika, Hoshiko @Fabricant451


The damp atmosphere always reminded Munehisa of his utter resentment for rain. It was his least favourite form of inclement weather; he found the sweltering heat of summer and even the blistering cold preferable to constantly sweeping by minefields of puddles in fear of ruining his shoes. Having to walk around in wet socks for a prolonged amount of time as a result was easily the worst feeling in the world next to losing a loot roll to the worst player in a raid.

Another chance meeting at the ramen shop would be a bit of consolation for him, at the very least. His hopes were answered as their entourage shuffled into the modest establishment, letting out a quiet cheer as Munehisa saw that Yuri was in today. He'd been a regular at Kuro-Obi's since he first transferred to Fujihama High, but even moreso after making her acquaintance. The boy was obviously quite smitten with Yuri; the bounce in his step and the admiration from his smile practically drew the hearts that rotated around his head.

Munehisa let out a yawn as he settled into his seat, his hand gesturing in a two-fingered greeting towards Yuri when she approached their table to take their order. "Seeing you is always worth a trip in the rain," his lips curled in a wily smile, giving her a wink. "Oh, I'll have the usual, Yuri. Shoyu bowl with a side of gyoza, please!" When she would wheel around to put in their order, the boy would pull out his miniature sketchbook from his pocket and begin a quiet drawing, occasionally glancing up to look in the direction of Yuri.

"Oh man, oh man, she's actually here today," Munehisa's face wore a light blush as his voice was giddy with jubilation. His drawing hand worked carefully on the foundation of his sketch as it began to come together as a dignified side profile of Yuri.


"Sounds like something Miss Okamoto would complain to us about her ex-boyfriend," Munehisa cracked a joke shortly after Masashi's remark about the downpour, alluding to their history teacher's endless rant about her persona-non-grata. There was hope in him that their class would not have to suffer the woman's incessant lamentations for an extended portion of the school year, but only time would tell. "And hey!" his expression sneered of light-hearted offense, waving his notebook towards Nagi. "It's not simping, Nagi! I'm just... respecting hard-working women," the boy drew a sigh, deflating his shoulders.

"By the way, what have you been doing all class, Nara?" Asumi asked with a glare, You've been laughing at your notebook the whole history class."

His eyes lit up upon Asumi's question, his lips curling deviously upon remembering his original intentions. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Take a good look at Miss Okamoto," Munehisa's eyes scanned the surrounding room in a double take before placing his sketchbook flat on the desk to reveal its contents, hovering around the page so that it would not come into sight from any unintended spectators. It was a well-drawn portrait of their history teacher, but all of Miss Okamoto's features were greatly distorted in satirical exaggeration. Her 'perfect' facial structure and 'flawless' complexion were captured in such a way that directly mocked the woman's vanity.

"Inspired by some ancient meme of a handsome cartoon face from who knows how long ago," the boy was clearly proud of his disparaging illustration; he had a penchant for poking fun at people through his drawings, and though it was usually in harmless jest, Munehisa was sure that something of this nature would spell trouble, should it be seen by someone he didn't trust or even worse-- Miss Okamoto herself. "A masterpiece that'll never see the light of day, hehe."


Throughout the length of Miss Okamoto's tangent of a lecture, Munehisa Nara had seemingly been glued to his notebook with such an attentiveness to taking notes that was wildly uncharacteristic to the student as his peers could have noticed. Only his right eye had inched up from the tabletop from time to time to observe their history teacher, and by the time that the harmonious bells signalling the end of the school day had sounded, it was complete. As one would soon come to discover, his effort had not been wasted on their 'lesson' of the day. Nay, it was something far greater. A masterpiece to add to the pages of his small sketchbook that the boy had hidden between the binds of his actual notebook.

"Hey, don't freakin' blame me for my dad not being another Miss Okamoto," Munehisa twirled a ballpoint pen between his fingers as he glossed over his work of art, scooting a chair over to Nagi's desk where they congregated. The boy tucked the page of the sketchbook to his chest, setting his elbow down near Asumi's head and laying his chin on his open palm. "Besides, try being his son of all students, Shirasawa. He'll grill my ass if I get anything short of top class."

Exchanging his pen for a smartphone from his uniform pocket, Munehisa didn't need to scroll for long before the notification of top priority popped up. The sound of a cute, girly voice radiated from his phone with the hololive alert, though his volume was just loud enough for his friends around the desk to hear. "YEAH, I could use a bite right now," he stammered as his face sprung up suddenly, stuffing the phone back into his pocket. "Can we just go for a quick bowl at Obi's, though? I've got some stuff to do after," nervous laughter rose from the boy as he scratched the side of his head, slowly minimizing into devious snickering when Munehisa looked upon his sketchbook again.
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