"Kasumi" Yoshizawa [P4 Akechi AU] (
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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?
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?
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He turns to lead her into the building at this point, perhaps fortunately.
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"Goodness. I don't know what I'd do with a dark and mysterious double life. Probably spend all my time trying to find someone to tell about it." He presses the button for the elevator.
"Sorry, is the top floor all right for you? My alternate is up there, in my apartment"—and the less said about that the better—"but truth be told, he's a good neighbour. Quiet. Just a little unpleasant in the corridors sometimes."
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She nods, considerably calmer now. Light conversation certainly helps. "I don't mind! Though now I'm starting to wonder if I should make him a bento as a sort of greeting..."
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"Actually, that's not how I should speak to a trusted confidant, is it? Back home, I'd definitely have given your bentos points for effort." Wow, Akechi.
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"That's my old apartment, where Magpie lives. And this one here is mine. To my knowledge, cognitions live in the others, but they won't mind if you move in. In fact, I think they leave."
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She's done some reading from Wakaba's research, though admittedly some of it goes over her head at times. That work is dense! Either way, she follows along and glances from one room to the other.
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"I, um... I'm sorry. You said... the, the apartments change from occupied to unoccupied based on our perception, is that right?" He feels very odd. But then he reaches for the unlocked door of the nearest apartment, two down from his own—they're all unlocked; he thinks Magpie had something to do with it.
"I never like doing this. It's their home." Two months in Tartarus has done little for his fellow-feeling with cognitions, it seems.
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Someone more blunt might say 'they're just cognitions.' Clearly this is a topic that Sparrow holds quite dear, though.
Kasumi moves closer to the door. "I think if they had a problem with it, we'd know. We all have to live somewhere, and it's a big city. The cognitions all seem really happy, too, no matter what you say or do."
All the time. Never changing. It's... creepy.
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There is, indeed, a cognition sitting on the couch—a blonde woman, maybe thirty, maybe sixty, it's hard to tell. She does nothing but sit there. Hello, she says, and Akechi offers her a friendly hello, sorry to disturb you, I'm with my friend. The cognition acknowledges him with a laugh, then gets up and leaves.
He watches her go, disquieted. "So hard to tell," he murmurs. "Something fundamental in the way I see things..."
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Oh, okay. She's taking another door down the hall? Did Kasumi's cognition do that?
Her attention returns to Sparrow. "...Is that just how people act in your world? Always happy? Just so we're clear, I'm not trying to judge you! I'm just trying to understand."
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"You can tell me it sounds the worst thing you ever heard." He turns a few things over—a ceramic bowl in blues and reds, a magazine on the table, Velvet Food Review. Food review?
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"No excitement at all, huh? ...And people really don't ever have even small misunderstandings or butt heads?"
She curiously eyes the magazine as well. "I don't think it's the worst. It just sounds... different. Hard to wrap my head around, I guess."
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"Would you like a look at this?" He offers her the magazine; it has a big meringue on the front, with blueberries and cream.
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But he probably means a different kind of excitement, huh? That gives her pause. "I think it's just a little trickier for me because of everything that's been going on over the last few years back home. More recently, I've gotten involved in... well, I guess you could say it's like being a superhero? I use my powers to grant people's wishes by finding people who may be hurting them and convincing them to change their ways."
She hopes the vague wording will make it easier to understand. It'd stink if she caused an actual 'episode.' Still, she nods at the magazine. She might as well take a look.
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All the food in the magazine is blue. "It would be nice to have superpowers, of course. Like Featherman. But the truth is, I don't know what I'd do with them. And it would be selfish to choose to aggrandise myself, at the cost of hurting so many others. Wouldn't it?"
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Maybe that'll appeal to something within him? Hopefully without sounding to pitying. It just seems so annoying to not be able to notice or interact with things that are so normal here.
She flips through the pages... blue like that Velvet Room, maybe? Hm. "But as far as heroism goes, I try to focus on the good I can bring by helping people who can't help themselves."
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"People like me, right?"
It's not cruel. All the cruelty that was in him is somewhere else.
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Shoot. And things were going relatively well. How's she gonna fix this? Think, Kasumi! Think!
"...I just mean people in general. Like kids whose parents don't respect them, or whose classmates hurt and bully them. Maybe there's someone who lost their way and needs a reminder of what motivated them before. Or there's a person in power, like a teacher, who isn't using their position for anything good, and needs to realize what they're doing is wrong."
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"I suppose that would be useful. I don't spend too much time thinking about things like that. I know you're going to say I should."
He reaches out for one of the little knickknacks on the table, some coloured glass marbles in a bowl. They skate between his fingers. The cognition who left must have liked them. Even if they aren't real, as the others say, somebody created these marbles for her, and not something else.
He considers Kasumi. She saved him, when she could have left him. "It's all right, Yoshizawa-san. I know you want to help. And, remember, you brought me out of that tower, when nobody else would."
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"Because you're too used to feeling that way yourself, right?"
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