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deerinheadlights ([personal profile] deerinheadlights) wrote in [community profile] personavelvetroomdr2024-01-03 09:49 pm

Mementos

 After Crow gave her the warning Sumire thought it best to stop by central street and get medicine and supplies just in case she needed to leave. She still doubted that a Shadow of Goro would be as hostile as Crow told her, if he was anything like her own Goro the hostility would just be a lot of posturing right?

...Right? 

She steps into Mementos donned in her black mask attire, and starts to realize that she has no navigation skills to really find a shadow. She brushes a black glove on her black skirt, listening to high heels click off the track and keeping her sword gripped tightly in her hand. "Here shadow shadow!" She calls. That has to be better than nothing maybe. 

"Actually on second thought that's a little patronizing, isn't it? I wanna talk to you about the other me...if you're even there-" not that she didn't think that he was she just really didn't expect him to appear before her if he was as standoffish as Crow told her he was. 
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-05 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
A warm wind blows past her, deeper into the tunnels. That's nothing new; Mementos is like that.

Except the wind... reverses itself. Just for a moment. That's odd.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-05 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, there's nothing much to see—until you spot two hellish yellow eyes, glowing like candles in the depths of a tunnel.

"Fucking Sparrow? Did you come down here just to annoy me, Yoshizawa-san?"
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-05 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why would I want you to call me anything?"

He hasn't approached her, but nor has he raised his voice. It sounds as if he's standing right next to her.

"Why would I want to help you? What am I, an idiot?" After all, you don't help people who drive you mad just by existing.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-05 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Obviously. Your outfit is different."

He does come closer now, but not in any sort of conventional way. Instead, he blinks out of sight, appearing in... well, shadow, a little further down the tunnel.

"You aren't Midnight. And, again, you aren't Violet. You've just come down here to put me to your use. Like a farm animal."
Edited 2024-01-05 17:58 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-05 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't care if you're mad at me or not! I hope you fucking die!"

But he doesn't attack, though his form, shadowed or not, momentarily loses its outline as his eyes flare bright.

"You should kill her, you know. Before she can find him."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-05 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just leave!"

He bellows it through the mindspace between them. It could have been right in her ear.

"All of you wanting to use me. Deceive me, manipulate me. I was stupid. I won't let you hurt me again! I'll kill you first!"

But he still makes no move to attack.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-05 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Though she's hit the nail right on the head, it doesn't exactly placate the Shadow. It shrieks like something terrible, like a moth in a candle flame might scream, and, losing its form and ballooning outwards, it dives at her.

It looks like nothing human, just a gaping maw with nothing inside, ravenous for anything it can take, with its uncertain exterior pressed against the wall of the tunnel; it dwarfs her. Its power is tremendous, enough to shake the world.

Yet before it can quite reach her, the thing vanishes altogether. All that remains is his voice, speaking from nowhere.

"I'm not Loki. You have such a shallow understanding of what it is to be a Shadow."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-05 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The Shadow, of course, takes offence. "Midnight wants to liberate Sparrow, the imbecile, from his little prison. I, on the other hand, would rather like him to remain there.

"And since I was here first, I'd say what I want should take priority."

It's an odd answer to her talk of shadows and Personas, but it is an answer.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-05 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Bad move. It's only the fact she said Kurusu, rather than Amamiya, that keeps her from getting a level 99 carnivorous maggot-thing right in the face.

As it is, his scream is agonised. It shakes the tunnel around her, even though he can't be seen. Something unbearable; some heartbreak beyond endurance. Something that channels all his power, hate and grief into a single shriek of "No!"
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-05 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't help. If anything, the scream gets louder; the awfulness of it becomes more overwhelming.

It stops eventually, but he doesn't speak. That guy. That guy. He can't bear to think about him. He'll do anything to make it stop. Anything.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-06 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
There's a hint of a hunched figure in the depths of the tunnel, though no trace of the luminous glare that should go with it. Maybe he's facing away from her.

His voice is still right in her ear. "Sshit. It would have been so much better if he left. I expected that. I deserved that." And now, finally, he touches on what she wanted to know.

"He couldn't bear to leave me! Couldn't bear me to be dead, so fucking weak! So he made a puppet of me, just like Yoshizawa-san. And just like Midnight. To walk, and talk, and smile, and say pretty, pleasant things. A doll."

The thing starts to laugh, cracked and broken. "It's all... it's so funny. After everything I did, you know. Don't you think so?"
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-06 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Her words mollify him. Maybe he liked her agreeing with him.

"I don't want that thing alive." It's not even angry, the way a landslide isn't angry. "Every moment he lives and breathes is a travesty. And me, me too.

"I paid for what I did, for what little that was worth, stupid as it was. There's nothing left for me here, and nothing in the hell that shitstain has made of the world."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-06 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
But again, she loses him; his scream pitches up. "I won't be part of that thing! I won't accept it! I won't go near it!"

Strange, that he should be so very reluctant. As if there's a cause.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-06 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a long, long moment when the shadow speaks again, it almost sounds... afraid?

"The thing inside him. The thing that replaced me. I won't go near it! I'll never let that happen to me again!"
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-06 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"It..." It's possible she's never heard a Shadow stutter before.

"You were half-right. Part of me was Loki. Part of me was Robin Hood. But not a big part. Most of me arrived when... when it happened.

"I remember being anchored to Goro, part and parcel. You couldn't remove me and still have him, because I was him." For some reason, this again elicits one of those high-pitched, broken laughs. "The shelter in the storm.

"But Maruki managed it, of course. What was tearing a Persona from its root, next to reshaping reality itself? I found myself in Mementos, alone, but so much more than I had been. Because everything that had been Goro Akechi came to me. Or as good as."

While he hasn't answered her question, he's said a lot. Enough, perhaps, for her to figure it out.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-06 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
The figure in the tunnel turns. Yellow eyes flare in the darkness. "I'll shatter every bone you have, and whatever that leaves of your mind, if you come a centimetre closer."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-06 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't you get it?" Scorn drips from his words, tired though he is. "It was back in our world, if you can call it that, that Maruki controlled us. He... he used me as the conduit."

That moment he'd seen the cables approach, had known their intent, had lashed out with all his power, with all the rage he had left to him, and it had done... nothing.

"But Maruki isn't here, Yoshizawa-san. He doesn't control this place. He doesn't control Sparrow." The laughter threatens to overtake him again.

"No, Sparrow controls himself. Such a well-trained little toy, don't you think? Perhaps it will help you understand, to know I have to stand down here and watch it. Feel it. It's poison."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-06 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm already dead! What about that is complicated? He dragged me from my grave to act as a bribe! That's where I should be. That's where I belong. It's what I chose, for all the good choosing has ever done me."

The Shadow drops back against the tunnel wall. "So what will you choose, Yoshizawa-san? You have a choice too, you know. You can respect the one I made, the last thing I did as Goro Akechi. Or you can be..."

He breaks off. The sound that comes from him is almost like a sob.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-06 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Silence stretches between them, broken only by the thud of his head dropping against the tunnel wall.

"I'll never be that," he says, painfully weary. And then he shimmers, and blurs, vanishing from her sight.