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Entry tags:
- !arrival log,
- !npcs,
- !open log,
- !the rooms,
- anguished one [au1],
- aoi misato [ou],
- aqua [au1],
- asch the bloody [ou],
- asem asuno [ou],
- atoli (chigusa kusaka) [ou],
- avitus [oc],
- chie satonaka [ou],
- daichi shijima [ou],
- dakki sigal [oc],
- death/sandman [au1],
- eikichi mishina [ou],
- elaine marley [ou],
- emmet brown [au1],
- faris scherwiz tycoon [ou],
- gilgamesh [ou],
- haseo [ou],
- hideki hinata [ou],
- hitoshura [au1],
- io nitta [ou],
- kazuya minegishi [ou],
- king dedede [au1],
- labrys [ou],
- lash [ou],
- latooni suvota [ou],
- link/oot [ou],
- meetra surik (exile) [ou],
- mia [ou],
- minako arisato [ou],
- minato arisato [ou],
- mitsuru kirijo [ou],
- miyako hotsuin [oc],
- momotaros [ou],
- mordred [au1],
- nagisa motomiya [ou],
- nanako dojima [ou],
- nano shinonome [ou],
- noda [ou],
- orihime inoue [ou],
- raidou kuzunoha xiv [ou],
- rise kujikawa [ou],
- rita mordia [ou],
- rune calstead [oc],
- ruri hoshino [ou],
- shas'la t'au kais [ou],
- shinjiro aragaki [ou],
- tachikoma [ou],
- takashi natsume [ou],
- tatsuya suou [ou],
- tohru adachi [au1],
- tsukasa [ou],
- tsukasa kadoya [ou],
- viridi [ou],
- yamato hotsuin [ou],
- yukiko amagi [ou],
- yukko aioi [ou]
The Search for the Newcomers, Feburary 2013 Edition.
New Arrivals
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Who: Open to Everyone, but only Newly Accepted Characters can start threads.
Where: All around the city! They appear where you want them to appear.
Summary: Newcomers arrive and by now the Government is more ready and sends everyone out to go people hunting.
Warnings: ARRIVALS. Also assume the first thread is the ones who tell you about the city, and the other tags for the character can be talking with others in the city and learning more about it.
[FOR THOSE IN THE CITY:]
There was still so much cleanup to do. What a perfect time for your HORUS detection systems to start warning you that another group of people were forthcoming.
The device allowed everyone to spot abnormalities; and while it was being re-tuned to work with the appearing buildings, they could hone in on newcomers at a much faster pace. The leftover energy from the travel (commonly called Magatama Residue) gave them a few minutes to find them before it would flicker out.
Combined with the fact they could appear in most parts of the city, it made finding the newcomers was both easy yet frustratingly difficult.
As the blips appear on your own radar function, it was also nice enough to calculate for you the best transport and destination routes to take to get there. Speed was of the essence, after all.
[FOR THOSE WHO JUST ARRIVED:]
You're not in your homeworld anymore. That much is evident. So how do you feel? Happy? Sad? Troubled? A little of all three? No matter what, the memories of a butterfly man named Philemon are fading like a dream; you'll remember the details, but perhaps not everything he has said.
There is one word that stays with you, however.
Persona.
So...here to save the city, huh? First you'll need to find out more information. And who knows, maybe a familiar face or two...
[OOC: As stated above, only new characters can start a thread, but feel free to jump in any of them. characters arrive with their clothing and whatever items they had on them the moment they were taken; the remaining items will be later found in their apartments.]
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Ugh... I just got through saving something, even if it was only the lower quarter! Now I'm somewhere else entirely, and I have to save this place? That creepy guy said something about 'Persona', but...
[She shakes her head, and shivers, wrapping her arms around herself.] And why the hell does it have to be the middle of winter!? Maybe there's somewhere around here I can warm up... or at least someone to talk to...
[It hasn't even occurred to her to try her magic yet. Then again, she hasn't exactly been to a world other than Terca Lumireis yet.]
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*Perhaps confusingly, this person is pretty obviously not human. Maybe some sort of drow-angel-raven-thing? At least they didn't look hostile -- not with that smile and relaxed demeanor, anyway. They reach into their sash, and pull out what looks like a watch meant to be worn on their wrist, checking something on it... then pause to look up, spotting her... look back to the watch, and then back up at her again. Going to take another step toward her now, tilting their head curiously.*
I beg your pardon, but... have you only just found yourself here?
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"You look out of place and under dressed. Do you need help?"
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[Not that he could say much. His armor handled heat and cold for him so any temperature was fine for him. The only sad part was going without his helmet since he still had to be careful with his head. Putting pressure on it after a concussion would be a nono.]
There are stores around if you need that kind of thing.
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A female figure constructed of metal is laid out neatly over a bench somewhere in the Cancer Ward, and slowly returning to consciousness. Her body twitches and jerks almost naturally, and her eyes part only to close as a drop of rain falls down towards her face.
"Mitsuru-san, maybe y'should close the roof-"
...It would seem she is no longer in the car. She sits up quickly and looks around. Where did she end up?
"Hello? Anybody out there?"
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But she will hold over her umbrella over the girl's head.
"Are you alright? You look a little lost."
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[He's still like this. He's still logged in. ... But logged in to what? He's not sure, considering the look of the place. It's more modern than The World should be, but there's still something fantastical about it.]
[He picks himself up from the steps of the museum he woke up on, and starts to wander. There's nothing else to do... he certainly can't log out, after all.]
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wussburdiepire -- steps out from a store's doorway, not far away at all, happily slipping something into the tote bag hanging off his shoulder. He pushes the bag back under the folds of his big poncho coat thing, and pulls his COMP watch thingie from where it'd been tucked away, in his sash, to check something on it.**pauses, looks up, peeks around.... spots the white-haired person standing over there, double-checks with the watch's readout, and then begins to step over.*
Excuse me... have you only just found yourself here...? *pretty sure the answer is a yes, but he's going to be sure.*
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What in the name of...
[Glancing around, he rubs at the back of his head, bringing his hand around to stare at it for a few long moments with a pensive look on his face. And then with a shrug, he heaves a hollow laugh and slings the hammer up over his shoulder.]
Well, guess I lose. 'Least it looks like hell's got bars.
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[A voice will sound in his head as he lounges around the city.]
So. Penguin, eagle, or human rolled around in blue paint with a fake beak stuck on?
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[ There is a scientist roaming around, wearing weird and futuristic clothes with a dog following him. He starts in the Leo district but walks all around the city (or at least tries) in the hope to see familiar things. Before long he takes some sort of audio recording device and speaks into it. ]
Doctor Emmett Brown here, date and hour unknown but such concepts may very well be meaningless here! It appears I have successfully found a way to escape from the Tower of Animus, proving everything the administrators said to be a lie and confirming all of my theories! However I still appear to be wearing the orange-colored collar, I suspect-- Einie, Einie don't go too far!
[ He sighs as the dog goes a bit further to explore but quickly returns to his musing. ]
Hrm yes, as I suspect the collar may be necessary to my survival in this world too. Judging by the look it appears to be similar to late 20th century, early 21st century Earth. I will have to ask Marty-
[ He looks around him suddenly, realizing Marty is no longer here before gasping. ]
Great Scott!!
[ And lo, he starts speaking and moving around much faster, trying to consider the different scenario. ]
I believe I may be faced with a temporal conundrum, this is absolutely disastrous! Marty and I originated from the same space-time continuum. Should we keep existing in different universes far from our homeworld, I foresee many possibilities. One, the consequences could create a Time Paradox, the results of which could cause a chain reaction that would unravel very fabric of the space-time continuum here, in my homeworld and at the Tower. It would destroy these entire universes, in turn destroying the homeworlds of each residents in what may be the most terrific chain reaction in history that would spell the very end of the Omniverse itself!!
Obviously that's a worse case scenario, I find it much more likely the destruction would be localized and limited to our own Multiverse! It appears obvious to me I must go back to the tower or find a way to free those who are there. However one mystery remain, the word 'Persona' that seems to be stuck in my head is strangely familiar as if I had hear it before, but I could not say where!
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... Wait, what was that man doing?
She decides to investigate, raising an eyebrow. Okay, she will be the first to admit that this is the third world she has visited that wasn't a part of her own universe, but what she begins to 'accidentally' overhear? Yeah, that makes her raise an eyebrow considering she was a Keyblade Master and thus traveled worlds frequently. The thought that it could cause harm instead of good? ...Nope. Doesn't stick.]
...Excuse me, but did you just arrive?
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Persona? I thought we solved the case! Everything was supposed to go back to normal! [ The girl in the green jacket complains just a little, rubbing her hands to get warm. ]
I'm sure Yu-chan and the others must be around here somewhere... [ Suddenly her keen nose picks up the smell of meat wafting through the air. In a minute flat she's found the location, a street cart down the block, and she's already lining up. ]
Okay, meat first then I'm gonna find the team!
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*...yes, in this weather.*
*go ahead and take another look, Chie. Someone that looks like someone's persona, all blue angel-elf-bird-whatever-they-are thing, big black feathered wings and all, is pausing nearby, checking some sort of watch that he's pulled out of somewhere in his sash, spoon sticking out of his mouth.*
*maybe he's a more likely candidate to ask for answers about this place, than the vendor or the random
NPCsother civilians around here? You get dropped into a strange place with a dream about Personas being needed, you might as well ask the person that looks like they'd count as a Persona, right? It's logical, clearly!**plus, there's the question of currency, in a new place. You have any of the local yet? Bet he does; he got ice cream, or frozen yogurt, or whatever that is that he's eating....*
((I love your username. ♥))
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This
Was
Perfect!
What luck, right after she'd managed to sneak away from the Orange Star camp. No more having to worry about ending up in some dumb holding facility after the war, she was now free to do what she want, when she wanted actually that made her realize how alone she was...no matter! The wunderkind was practically bouncing around on the sidewalks, drawing odd locks from those who walked nearby. Bah! Who cared about those stupid dumb guys anyway.
"Oh! Oh! They better let me build some weapons! I've been wanting to test out a new gun prototype..." She said it with such a childish glee it was almost a little too unnerving.
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It was a city, Adachi could tell that much, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember anything passed crossing the train tracks. Talk about whiplash. And being in a profession that basically thrived on being insanely curious, he was at a loss. Well, there was this one thing, but--
There was no fog. That was the first sign of trouble. The next was that, well... He was freezing. Utterly freezing. It hadn't been snowing a few moments ago, and he sure hadn't been clutching himself like he was now.
But, Persona, Persona... He'd watched those kids enough on the tv. Even if he hadn't, they'd blabbed on about it the day Nanako was kidnapped... Still, what the hell did that have to do with that guy with the--
Ah, damn, it was impossible for him to think in all this damn cold.
Rely on simple detective tactics, Adachi. Find a big building, and there are surely people inside who know what's going on. There was this one building, maybe, but... Hold on a minute. ]
...A hospital?
[He was in the Leo district, and the biggest building around was a hospital. How...lucky? Eh, he'd take it! Besides, maybe they had some blankets for people like him? Shuddering, Adachi ran to the hospital, teeth chattering, fingers shaking, and legs trembling.]
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Hey, you okay?
damn it 1/4
2/uh
I LIED
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damn it
I can't OKAY DONE
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I have a feeling of deja vu
you should have.
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okay wow you are the cutest npc
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The former God General stopped at a street corner, pausing to turn a sharp gaze to the area around him. He may have been in several layers because of his uniform, but that didn't mean he still wasn't cold, and he needed to find some kind of shelter sooner rather than later.
Hopefully shelter would have someone that could explain this ridiculousness... and he'd really like to know what the hell a 'Persona' was supposed to be.
VOICEACTING JOKES ARE GO!
"There's a cafe down the street from here if you need to go inside for a bit."
Why did he sound exactly like Asch and Luke?
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Sorry for the late tag, I've been busy
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DID SOMEBODY SAY VOICE ACTING JOKES?
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So far some things are familiar yet... not. It looks like Japan, but there's more of a slickness to it, things being more shiny than the rustic appeal that he knows. Structures are made out of stuff he doesn't know and the streets aren't stone or dirt anymore. The doodads and other... things don't help either. The clothing behind the glass walls of shops are strange and undeniably unique (women wear trousers here! that's different). A giant clock tower that somehow looks out of place. Not as shiny or odd like the Akarana Corridor, but then again, nothing is as unusual as that place.
With all the 'newness' to it (for lack of a better word), he'd say he's in the future. Not ruling that possibility out, no.
Though what exactly is the Narumi Detective Agency doing here? It cant be the Capital... can it?
Raidou takes a good hard look before heading straight for the building.]
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Whoa!
[Kazuya flailed a bit on the floor when the forward roll made him get a bit tangled up in his cape, waving one hand in the air when the Okuninushi wrenched his blade out of the pavement]
Time out! Hold! Just lemme, untangle...!
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...But yesterday was a very ordinary day.
For a few seconds she has a strange feeling about everything, but it quickly subsides, even though she sees a few buildings that don't look like they belong next to each other.
..."Persona"? What was that supposed to be?]
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"Are you all right? You seem disoriented."
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1/2
2/3 i lied
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She stretched her arms above her head, trying to wake up a little more. That had been a weird dream, but something told her that it was a little more than just a dream. But why her? Surely one of the others would be more suited to it.
After a minute, she looked around, humming once.]
This place is huge...
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So there's a purple-haired lady in white armor, with a green and white striped scarf wrapped around her neck to help fend off the cold. She's fiddling with a watch, frowning slightly at the radar data she's getting, and quite plainly getting a little frustrated. This isn't nearly well integrated enough with her own systems. It's not using her preferred units of measurement. It's annoying. But then she gets a ping that can't be ignored, and she stops, jolts, and turns her head in Nagisa's direction.]
Oh!
[There's a few moments of astonished blinking.]
You're a new arrival, aren't you?
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For a moment, she can feel the void where her brother's presence used to be. Empty and hollow, the feeling stayed with her even after she saw that strange dream and remembering one word very clearly in her mind.
Persona? The facade used by people in their life?
Before she can ponder any longer, Miyako woke up in a river with a start. Fortunately, she's on the more shallow end of the river, but the fact did nothing to calm her down. She's cold, wet - tch, even her sarashi's drenched and it added to her irritation - and most of all, the most surprising thing for her to notice: the empty feeling was gone.
Yamato's presence was back and here. He's...
"Yamato."
Her anger was renewed, forcibly pushing aside her confusion in order to focus on locating him.
A young "man" can be seen stepping out of the river, wet and seemingly not troubled by the cold. Whoever was close enough to them, they can see that they're not very pleased about something.
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In his months here, the space where Miyako's presence resided had been woefully empty. It ached like a very old wound, one that he couldn't shift no matter what he did, and had been resigned to feel it forever - until now. It felt like he'd been thunderstruck with how abruptly he could feel his sister again, and he stopped right in the middle of the street, clutching at his chest as if he was going to keel over from a heart attack.
He quickly composed himself, however, turning to where he could feel his sister's presence - just as the HORUS detection system beeped at him. A visitor had arrived in the river - his sister, he should...
He quickly strode forwards, all but jogging towards his sister's position - although his swift pace rapidly slowed the closer he got. In his mindless happiness to actually have that void filled, and his sibling with him once more, he had ignored exactly what his sister's presence brought. Now that he was getting closer to her though, he could feel her... oh dear.
Oh dear. She was angry.
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Yes, frolicking. There is no other word to describe how she is jumping around in the snow, tossing it about, and laughing to herself with utter joy as if discovering something wonderful for the first time.
However, she is playing in the snow in a light shirt and pants. Hardly the best material for the temperatures of February, let alone for rolling around in the snow. It doesn't seem to bother her though. Maybe she's immune to cold?]
This is so much fun!! I can feel cold! And I can feel snow! And I can feel how cold snow is!!
...Or at least I could, that feeling thing is starting go numb. Maybe I wore it out?
[Or maybe she just has no clue yet. Well, none of her extremities are black yet, so she should be okay still.]
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I guess you're not used to that?
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However, a piece of human technology suddenly attaching itself to his being shortly upon arrival was somewhat new to him, and, leaning against a random building wall on a street and unused to the sudden contact, Alcor freezes up for a moment and purely on reflex...
...telekinetically flings the COMP off of him, in a random direction.
Aside from the Shining One, nothing touched him without the intention of physically hurting him, after all. Besides, as "non-intrusive" as it was supposed to be, any sort of contact was considered a bit intrusive by him. (It only wasn't intrusive when he was the one initiating the contact.)
Hopefully, it didn't (or did) hit any passerby...?]
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OW!
[The sound of the COMP hitting someone's head pretty hard could be heard from quite a bit of a distance, and it's not until a while a blonde-haired man entered the star's range of sight, nursing a bruise on his head and looking around for whoever owned the electronic device. As he continued walking.]
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Now, Tsukasa can handle a lot of things. He can handle the end of the world with only a vaguely stunned expression before going about his business. He can handle half-vampire guys teleporting him all over the place, walking upside-down on sideways skyscrapers, stopping time, and telling him that he has to save the multiverse similarly. He can handle masked butterfly men giving him a similar mission without blinking. And, had it been any other season, he probably wouldn't have even cared. But it's the middle of winter, and even Tsukasa has his limits.
Thus, a cry of "What happened to my clothes?!" rings out through the Taurus ward. This being the Taurus ward, no one pays him much mind.
Anyone want to give the poor bastard a coat? Or at least direct him to somewhere warmer than the middle of the street?
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And he has. Just, it's not who he wanted to find. And...wow, not in a state he ever wanted to see Tsukasa in, either. Momotaros steps a bit closer, and...yeah, the hair, the camera, it's no question.
"You! You're that passing-through guy!"
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Hopefully he could find the blade of legend, the legendary Excalibur... With him was quite a weird dog. First and foremost, gathering information about this place and finding those who may possess worthy swords. ]
Do not venture away my loyal Enkidu! Not least we find what we seek for!
[ Obviously speaking to his Doc, he would now seek information about this world so don't be surprised if a weird red-clothed man approach you. He is very polite at least. ]
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*Blue skin, long ears (hidden under their hood atm, though) and giant wings covered in huge black feathers... that's not a human.*
*And they stop just outside the shop, staring wide-eyed at that "dog" Gilgamesh has with them, taking a half a step back, the wings' feathers floofing up as their wings spread just a little bit, in alarm. Because what is that oh dear gods. Nope, being in a city where there're other non-humans doesn't mean some sights are any less unexpected
or that this char's any less of a wuss about them.**At least the small display seems to confirm that the wings are indeed real, and not just some costume. Still, bother this person for answers?*
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so late
Not to Tatsuya Suou. In fact, it looks like quite the opposite was the case. The young man is wandering the city at this point, head down, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other dragging a long, two handed katana behind him, dragging it so low that it's touching the snow. A faint, black trail of goop trails behind it.
Snow. It's cool out.
Weird, he'd normally be able to feel it.
Perhaps he doesn't particularly care right now...]
*so kawaii
Seeings as the only person he could spot was the brunette, he quickly lowered himself, pressing a hand to his mouth as he soundlessly observed the back of Tatsuya Suou.]
...you are new, correct?
[It was simply his morose attitude, as of late. That was surely it. But was he going to feel this pang of loss at every Visitor from now on...?]
Re: *so kawaii
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just gonna assume this takes place before the whole dream and adventure to new towers thing...
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Um, excuse me... Could you tell me where I am?
[ Takashi tries to get information out of it, but in true SMT demon fashion, it turns to him and stares for a moment (it doesn't really get too many humans talking to it, after all), and then the taotie opens its mouth, clopping forward a step or two. ]
Give me some of your delicious life first!
w - what? [ The boy starts to protest, but the demon seems to have already decided to have a snack, and it lunges at him. Natsume takes off running and doesn't stop even once he reaches the lovely greenery (albeit somewhat brownish with winter) of the Gemini district, as the fluffy demon is close on his tail.
... help him? Or at least, try not to be too mad if he runs into you... ]
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*What ensued was a rather bird-like screep, loud, a confusion of huge black feathered wings, limbs, the dark blue quilted cloak-thing the birdish person was wearing, and then the Tao Tie, to top it all off.*
*There's another screep from the bird-person, though with their human-sounding voice overlaid on it, and the next thing anyone knows, the demon's been launched up into the air a good twenty feet or so, sent flying hard enough that it probably won't want to get back up again right away, after it lands. The why is quickly clear; the blue person's pulling their long foot back to themselves, having kicked the demon away. With a long leg like that, the force was probably not too different from the kick of a grasshopper or something, though adjusted for size.*
*And they're holding their hand, too; the sheep-like demon had tried biting, in the scuffle... and now, dark red blood was already showing itself, dripping from the hidden wound. Feathers floofed, breathing hard, eyes wide, the burd looks between where the thud of the demon's impact came from, and the human that was arguably responsible for that tangle.*
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*trying to say something, but words seem to be failing this one, at the moment. What can be said after that, really? Some variation of what the--?? perhaps, but otherwise?*
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[She leans back, clutching the bundle on her lap, her gaze unfocused as it rests on the blinking, flashing lights of what looks like an arcade. This was supposed to be a dream. She definitely remembered going to bed, and dreaming about a man with butterflies was hardly out of the ordinary for her. Naturally she had agreed to his conditions -- the best kind of dreams were the ones where she embarked on a heroic adventure -- but she hadn't expected the dream to be anything more than that.]
[All the evidence is laid out before her, stating clearly that she is not dreaming. Her sore feet and grumbling stomach are proof enough, despite the strange and unfamiliar city and technological gadgets. But how was she supposed to know she'd be leaving her home behind? How was she going to get back? Orihime inclined her head, resting a lightly closed fist against her mouth.]
Did I make a mistake...?
[She's pretty sure she did. But then again, if she really were called here, and if what that man had said was true, then she was needed. That's not something she's used to, and there's a part of her that wants to explore that facet. But leaving behind her life, her friends...and Ichigo...she wasn't ready to say goodbye to all of that so abruptly.]
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This month is no different.
He cuts his habitual path through the city streets as he usually does, hands in his pockets, leaning ever-so-slightly forward. It would be a lie to say he doesn't notice the girl sitting alone on the bench. It would also be a lie to say he that he doesn't notice that she looks tired and out of it—one of those looks that would at least warrant a momentary seconds' long flash of concern—but her being that way could be for a hell of a lot of reasons, none of which are any of his business, and is something he doesn't need to interfere with. People manage. So he says nothing, as he starts to walk into her line of vision, threatening to walk past if given another few seconds. He does spare her a quick glance though. But a quick one is all it is. He doubts she'll notice anyway.]
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Yet, he was still himself, in his SSS uniform, his halberd axe in his hand that he thought he had placed against the wall in the Principal's room... Was this strange new place another form of the Afterlife? Did something happen to Yurippe, and things went horribly wrong that the Afterlife changed completely?
What was this Persona deal, too?
He scratches his head, slight frustration showing up on his face as he rests the halberd staff against his shoulder to carry around easier as he starts wandering around the city.]
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[Something about a persona, and a fish. Everything else? Fuzzy. He wandered aimlessly, gawking at the city. Was he dreaming?]
[Probably, he could see Noda shuffling around looking annoyed as usual.]
Oi, Noda! [If he were dreaming, it wouldn't hurt to go see what dream!Noda had to say, right?]
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