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"Kasumi" Yoshizawa [P4 Akechi AU] ([personal profile] midnightmaiden) wrote in [community profile] personavelvetroomdr2024-01-06 11:14 pm

Operation: Uncage the Sparrow!

Kasumi, now more than ever, is adamant about doing something right. She'll prove her worth. She'll go back to her roots as the Midnight Maiden, solving problems on behalf of the unfortunate!

Stocked up on Goho-M's, healing items, and other assorted odds and ends, she sends a message to Makoto to join her in Tartarus when the Dark Hour arrives. They're doing it tonight!

That'll prove she's not just some puppet.

And so she waits outside of Gekkoukan High School for the clock to strike midnight and for the Dark Hour to commence. She's got a rapier at the ready, though she doubts that she'll need it.

What could possibly go wrong?
pheasantboy: (smile)

[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
The little blocks click into place around them, one after the next, as he laughs at her joke in turn; her mention of her parents bounces off him.

"I'll accept that. This place is a little dangerous, as I found—" it's actually far safer than any city, even Tokyo—"but you shouldn't come to too much harm."

But he blinks at her a little, interrupting his patter of chatter. "You do have somewhere to stay? You aren't sleeping in the parks, or some such?"
pheasantboy: (cross)

[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Let me guess. Always questioning the ins and outs of your reality."

He's not that angry; he really does like Crow. He likes everyone. He's walking them through Kichijoji, towards Inokashira Park and his apartment; it won't take long.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
And he stops in his tracks, for just a moment. Just to ... stare at her, with wide eyes and a ridiculous hope.

"Yoshizawa-san, it's not you, is it? Surely you would have said something, if you knew me." But imagine that, if this was the real Yoshizawa, from home. If there was anybody here he really knew, or could talk to.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, of course you are." Oh, well. Life goes on, doesn't it? His mouth pulls a little at the corners, in a shadow of its usual smile; he starts slowly walking again. Did Crow ever mention his Yoshizawa? The answer is that he did, but Sparrow doesn't remember it.

"That sounds an awful lot like I've been the topic of discussion? I won't hold it against you. It was slow here, the way I remember it."
pheasantboy: (shock)

[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"This is all remarkably vague. I can tell you've been talking to Crow."

But he doesn't sound annoyed about it, just thoughtful, as he tries to access his past. They talked about it, didn't they? Something about how he remembers things, or doesn't? Did they? Didn't they?
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think I know the sort of thing, yes. Doppelgangers and the like." They've cropped up a few times in Featherman to say the least, but that doesn't occur to him.

But he stops in his tracks again. "You... you did all have things like that in your worlds, didn't you. Like the green moon I saw. Like that building."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
All of it piles up in his awareness, unavoidable, and he sighs. "It's as if my past is a closed book, that everyone can read but me. And everyone's very good at talking as if the book matters. No offence intended, of course."

Wait, he doesn't think the holes in his past matter? They're just crossing the main street towards Inokashira Park, which stretches out black and silent in the night.
pheasantboy: (shock)

[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He sighs. She really gets it. Listen to her. But then, she would, wouldn't she? "And going by what you said before, you're talking from experience?"

Not that he didn't notice that they're talking about his doppelganger, specifically. But first things first.
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"They talk to me like that as well. All the time." Both of them, outsiders. Is it possible? Or is it possible she has been altered, and doesn't know it? Without knowing it, he's on uncertain ground; he has more room to think about these things than he did, but it's not infinite.

"So in your world," he asks, gently curious, "the things they describe do happen? But not to you? Are you certain?"
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He considers her. Is what she describes problematic in itself? Is it a problem because everyone else says so? He'll never think that.

"I don't think that's wrong." Far below Shibuya, the lower levels of Mementos are shaking. "Is it wrong for me to say... a lot of the people here seem to have suffered a lot? Which is unimaginable, of course," he adds, as if it's obvious.

"The problem is, they see virtue in their suffering. Which you would, of course. But I can't imagine it's better to have suffered than not."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's certainly true." She thinks about things an awful lot, doesn't she? But he doesn't mind; it's interesting stuff, more so for not being handed to him with a heaping dose of inadequacy.

"It's possible, though, isn't it, to meet people without hardship. To be yourself without pain. Crow may be attached to the people he met and to his circumstances, but equally, if he hadn't suffered what he did, surely he'd have met other people, and lived another life. Not the one he has now, for sure, but not a bad life."

He comes to a halt before his building, and smiles at her, a bit regretful. "This is me."
pheasantboy: (shock)

[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He takes a look up at the building, towards the sky. "You know, I don't know. Two months ago, it was just me and an—" abrasive—"alternate of mine. At least, by most people's reckoning.

"You're welcome to stay, if you like? I mean, if we can find an empty apartment."
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[personal profile] pheasantboy 2024-01-09 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, he laughs. "You're never trouble. Or, I say that. My Yoshizawa-san isn't trouble. But maybe you're hiding something, hm?"

He turns to lead her into the building at this point, perhaps fortunately.

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