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- anguished one [au1],
- atoli (chigusa kusaka) [ou],
- avitus [oc],
- garviel loken [ou],
- hidari shoutarou [au1],
- it's a mystery (npc),
- joshua kiryuu [ou],
- king dedede [au1],
- lanister [oc],
- meetra surik (exile) [ou],
- minako arisato [ou],
- misery [ou],
- neku sakuraba [ou],
- nikolai volkov [oc],
- noda [ou],
- riku [ou],
- ryu 1/8192 [ou],
- sam erstwhile [oc],
- shouhei narumi [npc],
- souji seta [au2],
- tohru adachi [au1],
- tsukasa [ou],
- yosuke hanamura [ou],
- yu narukami [ou],
- zelda/oot [ou]
A Monument to Modern Art
The ceremony for the unveiling of the Grand Prix memorial goes off without a hitch; it was a small event, in that it wasn't much of an event at all. It took place in the morning and the early afternoon of the 15th. The Mayor showed up to give a speech in honor of the dead, which everyone agreed dragged on for a minute too long. His secretary and the law enforcement were honored once more in what they could do, then they lamented what they could not, and members of the grieving families were allowed front and foremost positions during the whole affair. Security was tight, for fear of retaliation, but nothing came.
The monument itself was elegant in its simplicity: a wall on the outside of the stadium had been put aside for it, the material replaced with something akin to black marble, and the names of all of the deceased listed along its surface. At the top, in the center of the wall was an engraving of a lion, its fangs bared not in hostility, but protection; and just underneath it was Bunrakuken Karube's name, along with his tournament title, praising him as the Invincible Champion of the Persona Grand Prix.
All in all, a rather mundane proceeding, though sobering for the populace. It was broadcasted on the airwaves live, and there was hardly even a hair out of place. The entire city thereafter seemed to be rather quiet that afternoon; the concert revived the life of its crowd, but even the 13th Hour seemed to be less abuzz than normal for the districts away from the music. Though the hour picked up back to its regular pace as the night wore on.
What was really interesting, now, was what happened afterwards.
Overnight, the monument had been vandalized. Nothing was broken; but before anyone knew it, everyone that happened upon the Aries district found the monument had been covered in graffiti. Beside the engraved lion was two quickly painted, blank expression masks, with many more of the the same thing littered all over the name wall and on the edges. Some were theatre masks, some were half-masks, but they were all simple shapes that could be recognized as false faces, and were likely done very quickly. In the middle of the name wall, underneath the center crowned with the lion's image, was one particular image and equation:

Overnight, that same image and equation had appeared all over the city, not just on the monument. People woke up to it in nooks and crannies, abandoned alleyways, old buildings, new buildings-- anywhere there was an empty surface, and sometimes even where there wasn't. Though the city had no lack of graffiti in the more grungy districts, the same equation had found itself even in the cleaner government locations and shopping areas. With so much crime and activity already present in the city, no one could pinpoint the source of the vandals. Though the more savvy knew what was already heavily implied.
With this new anomaly dotting walls and streets, the sober stiffness of the city carried into the next morning (though to be sure some of them were simply partied out), as if all the civilians were still holding their breath. But as they slowly started to release that breath, cautious and wary murmurs could be heard throughout the city for at least the whole weekend. Though no one seemed to dare to talk about the defacements at more than a whisper, they all seemed to share a common concern--
What did it mean?
(OOC: Remember, though the monument is unveiled on the 15th, the graffiti does not appear until the morning of the 16th.)
The monument itself was elegant in its simplicity: a wall on the outside of the stadium had been put aside for it, the material replaced with something akin to black marble, and the names of all of the deceased listed along its surface. At the top, in the center of the wall was an engraving of a lion, its fangs bared not in hostility, but protection; and just underneath it was Bunrakuken Karube's name, along with his tournament title, praising him as the Invincible Champion of the Persona Grand Prix.
All in all, a rather mundane proceeding, though sobering for the populace. It was broadcasted on the airwaves live, and there was hardly even a hair out of place. The entire city thereafter seemed to be rather quiet that afternoon; the concert revived the life of its crowd, but even the 13th Hour seemed to be less abuzz than normal for the districts away from the music. Though the hour picked up back to its regular pace as the night wore on.
What was really interesting, now, was what happened afterwards.
Overnight, the monument had been vandalized. Nothing was broken; but before anyone knew it, everyone that happened upon the Aries district found the monument had been covered in graffiti. Beside the engraved lion was two quickly painted, blank expression masks, with many more of the the same thing littered all over the name wall and on the edges. Some were theatre masks, some were half-masks, but they were all simple shapes that could be recognized as false faces, and were likely done very quickly. In the middle of the name wall, underneath the center crowned with the lion's image, was one particular image and equation:

Overnight, that same image and equation had appeared all over the city, not just on the monument. People woke up to it in nooks and crannies, abandoned alleyways, old buildings, new buildings-- anywhere there was an empty surface, and sometimes even where there wasn't. Though the city had no lack of graffiti in the more grungy districts, the same equation had found itself even in the cleaner government locations and shopping areas. With so much crime and activity already present in the city, no one could pinpoint the source of the vandals. Though the more savvy knew what was already heavily implied.
With this new anomaly dotting walls and streets, the sober stiffness of the city carried into the next morning (though to be sure some of them were simply partied out), as if all the civilians were still holding their breath. But as they slowly started to release that breath, cautious and wary murmurs could be heard throughout the city for at least the whole weekend. Though no one seemed to dare to talk about the defacements at more than a whisper, they all seemed to share a common concern--
What did it mean?
(OOC: Remember, though the monument is unveiled on the 15th, the graffiti does not appear until the morning of the 16th.)
16th
Misery floats in front of one of said bits of defacement, mulling things over. Hmmm. Now that she thinks about it, that number is familiar.
She pulls up her glasses, flitting through a serious backlog until finding... yes. Yes, there it is. She smirks, looking back at the graffiti... or, more specifically, the curious little face in the zero.
"Oh my my my, I guess we finally got our score after all. How about that," she mutters to herself, a slightly evil smile on her face. Suddenly, her new choice of home makes that much more sense.
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Oh.
Now this was fun. Joshua is already on the streets, peering at all of the instances of the graffiti, studying them carefully for variations in design and snapping pictures with his camera upon coming across more impressive or intricate works of art.
He finally makes his way to the monument proper, and from here, he has a bit of a decision to make. No matter how fast of a tagger someone was, and no matter how big the team you had, you needed at least a good, solid period of time to pull off something on a scale like this. "Sometime after the 13th hour," he mutters to himself under his breath, fiddling with the options on his camera phone, "Not immediately afterward - a hour's leeway so all the stragglers can go home. About... fifteen minutes with a dedicated, organized group. Ten minutes if they're good. Not the smallest needle in the haystack, but when you only have three goes a day..."
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It also seemed to have a lot more care put forth than the haphazard slapping down of numbers that otherwise speckled the city.
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16th | Aquarius
"260-190=70...not very original.There could have been at least some creativity." At least that memorial thing had plenty of pictures, not that he'd gotten much of a chance to get a good look at them. Now, however, he could step closer and really look at the image.
"There's a face..." It was more to himself than anything else. How interesting to put a face in the number again, not wholly original, but it certainly looked like a mask which seemed to be a common theme for these vandals. If only he could meet them, they seemed...somewhat interesting.
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...of course, it could have just been someone boycotting cheeseburgers, but...
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March 15th, after the ceremony | closed
The ceremony is altogether proper, she supposes. Respectful. It is hard to look at the Mayor as he goes on and on, her suspicion about the man to great too keep a bad taste in her mouth from forming as he speaks, but she doesn't make a fuss. Not on this somber day. She takes note when she hears the name "Kurabe" referred to someone in attendance, however, and when the crowd is beginning to thin out after all is said and done, she approaches the woman solemnly.
"... Miss Kurabe?"
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She didn't look too much older than Zelda herself actually, maybe in her early or mid 20s at the most. It was easy to tell that she had started crying at some point during the proceedings, though was trying to cover it up with some off-handed sniffles and rubbing her eyes with her sleeve as the Visitor approached.
"Who are you?"
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16th
Once he was done with an initial look at that district, he headed over to Scorpio. He needed more paint anyway, but he'd leave the buying of spray paint for another day. He didn't want to make people suspicious. He wanted to check and see if any of the graffiti he'd been looking at before was tagged now, too. Maybe there was a pattern to what it was put on.
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Whoever slapped down all this paint sure had a lot of time, or manpower. Or both.
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not here YOU ASSHOLES
not here, either
also not here obviously
UH HUH
YEP
SURE
TOTALLY
OH I TOTALLY BELIEVE YOU
March 16th - At the Memorial
So he decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to leave some flowers at the wall while he had the spare time. That's when he noticed the growing crowd talking around the memorial with some concerned, confused, and even angry voices.
Pushing through the crowds- which luckily wasn't too difficult even if he was recognizable at the 'Junes Prince', considering the serious attitude maintained around such a place- Yosuke finally spotted the cause for all of the concern.
The masks spray painted on the wall were what first caught his eye, but they were drawn down to the equation in the center of it all.....
".... Shit." Yosuke swore audibly, gritting his teeth and tightening his grip on the flowers in his hand. For someone who'd been thinking the factions over in his head for months now, ever since the attack on the tournament, it was more than a little obvious to him what these numbers meant.
There were quite a few mixed feelings going on in him right now... If his trust with the government hadn't been considerably shaken already, it was completely on the rocks now, and he was holding back a severe urge to kick the wall in frustration.
What side was he even supposed to believe anymore?
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Seeing Yosuke's head bob through to the front, however, confused him- when had he showed up? Geez, they really were out of sync with one another. Souji gently wove his way through the throngs of people himself, ducking under a man's angry, waving arm at least twice. The people here were really tense...
And they weren't the only ones. Souji had become very acutely observant of his partner's quirks when he was angry, and made sure he was at a safe distance before speaking gently. "Are you okay?" His eyes darted to the flowers, but he didn't know if it'd be a good idea to ask about it.
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16th / Libra
He doesn't understand the significance of the equations and their peering faces - but it pings his curiosity, and he ends up getting lost in finding more of the same. He's seen the art dotting the walls of Hinoto-ri before, but never has a symbol been this prolific.
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The most interesting about this one, aside from the odd subject matter, was that the artist put enough care in to chalk outline before painting.
Morning of the 16th | Pisces Ward, Narumi Detective Agencies | Open
And especially if you're prone to being a victim of situational slapstick.Shou's taken his fair share of tumbles before even getting out the door, and is generally pretty grumpy over how long it's going to take to get power restored. Hopefully by then he'll be a pro at navigating the place with his eyes closed.Once he's outside, he's starting to hop on his bike when he notices something off about the wall. Namely, a math equation.
In paint.
His face twists into a combination of shock and anger before he makes an anguished noise, and then yells fairly loudly - "Oh, WHAT THE HELL?!"
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Narumi was standing outside his own agency now, his jacket on his shoulders, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and his hat currently held on his head with his hand. And, a grin on his face.
Of course he knew exactly what Shoutarou's problem was and er, they had kind of had the same problem themselves around the back wall but that was strictly on a need to know basis.
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boys pls
bustedddddd
double busted
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good god these two are embarrassing
oh my god you guys I can't
PICTURE OF PROFESSIONALISM
Unfortunately the picture is a really bad photocopy from a coloring book, colored badly.
16th, monument
It reminds him of a mask he's seen before...
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/thumb/8/81/The_Sigillite_clean.jpg/300px-The_Sigillite_clean.jpg (The mask is at the feet of the dude there.)
"That looks almost like.... the Master of Assassins."
Garviel's overseer, the one who commissioned him as a knight-errant.
Malcador the Sigilite.
"The worlds change, but the symbols remain the same. Strange."
Morning of the 16th | On the way to Junes (Virgo) from Dojima House (Libra) | Open
He had watched the Memorial Ceremony on the television the night before with Nanako, not... able to bring himself to be present. He wanted to grieve for those lost, for the person that had died right in front of him, yet at the same time, what they were doing... it felt inappropriate. Again, it felt like they were asking the Anoli to say something, to do something, even if the ceremony had been pretty low key and mellow.
Obviously, the Anoli still answered.
It didn't take much to figure out what the numbers meant. Two-hundred sixty was a number that weighed heavy in his mind... but to see the numbers like this, to see what each number obviously meant...
Absently, he wrapped an arm around his stomach, feeling a little sick. This wasn't... right. They were being lied to, forced to just live in blind ignorance and accept the fact they were there, for no reason other than it was what Philemon said, it was what the government said, it was what the Seven said. That wasn't "truth"; that was obvious from looking at the equation plastered everywhere. Again, he found himself thinking... thinking thoughts that he had voiced to Yosuke, and immediately retracted on; it was too dangerous, too risky...
...but at the same time, he couldn't stand being lied to.
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"... But what does it mean?"
Weird.
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16th, morning | Outside Iwatodai Dormatory | Open
The math equation isn't difficult to figure out. What is difficult is the why.
A few steps down the street makes it apparent the graffiti is in more than just an isolated area, and Minako continues walking, and taking pictures, as she moves deeper into the city.
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The message was still intact, even if a little damp.
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16, just outside of Pisces ward, open
The plans for the rest of the day goes down the drain when he sees the mysterious equation written across the walls, everywhere. Did we also mention that Noda is a complete idiot?
With a gurgling sound, he dropped his halberd onto the ground at the sight, and fell down to the ground on the spot.]
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...gee, and I thought I was allergic to math.
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16th | Taurus District
"Fuckin' punks."
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16th, morning, Libra
The same strange disturbance in the Force, like someone putting a thick cloth over a bell that normally chimed loudly, that she'd felt at the arena that day, and now suddenly someone with a mask fixation (which admittedly could be anyone in this town, but was probably the Anoli) had vandalized most of the city.
Well, no, vandalism implied a lack of purpose.
"These numbers...I hope they don't mean what I think they mean," she mused aloud.
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It seemed someone with the vandalism crew had taken special, almost gentle care to paint something rather innocent next to one of the swatches of numbers.
The effort put forth proved this one was not a simple spray paint and run- no, this had careful brush strokes in the paint. If it wasn't side by side with the numbers, someone might have thought it was completely unrelated.
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Memorial, then around Castle of Departure
...It figures.
[He sneers, turning away from the wall. As someone present during the attack, seeing the graffiti makes his blood boil. It reminds him of his failure to even make a difference in that fight. How weak he was, even if he did ultimately obtain his Persona.
But whatever. He'll get stronger. And besides, it's not like he's the only one who had a hard time back there.
Later, he can be found making his way through the Aquarius District on his way back to the castle. Whenever he spots more of that tacky graffiti, he has to resist the urge to roll his eyes.
Really, what'd they even hope to accomplish? And just what was so significant about the number 90?]
16th | libra | open
Curiosity piqued, Alcor descended from a rooftop (a change in pace from his usual rooftop observation) and began to wander around, carefully timing his appearances and disappearances (as well as taking care to walk in certain, more public areas while resuming floating in the more private alleyways), so as to avoid the natives' stares or any hostility, while staring at each and every piece of graffiti with a hand on his mouth.
16th | Virgo
I wonder if there's anything on the security cameras... What does this even mean?
[Well, time to get cleaning.]
16th, Cancer, Open!
Art, wonderful art, could be used towards so many things. And this, well, what was it for? To intrigue, to mystify, to intimidate? But who could be intimidated by numbers? Probably only a few people who knew what they meant.
Sam lets out a chuckle despite himself, before turning away and walking out through the district to see if he can find any more (but avoiding that building he so hates, of course), smiling to himself.
Oh, how amusing. And how pathetic it was.
Anywhere from Libra to Leo
Well, anyhow, he had errands to run. He'd be put until at least late afternoon. By that time, he'd have seen a certain network post while looking for information on the network on a whim -- he was trying to be better about checking up on that, honestly he was! And then, armed with the recently (read: finally) figured-out photo-taking function on his watch, he'd be going about taking pictures of any graffiti that stood out somehow to him on his way back, especially if he'd noted it on his earlier trip out.
((Anything he ought to take interest in, in particular?))