Way too much had been going on, and he needed to do. Something. Futaba was fine for a few hours. The naval coat and mask settled onto him as familiar, comforting weights, and a brief check over himself showed that yes, everything was where it was supposed to be.
"Fucking hate these tunnels," he muttered, before proceeding. Mementos was so much more stifling than the skyscrapers of Pride or Greed had been, and even Wrath was so wide-open that he could at least breathe, or feel wind on his face. Mementos was nothing like any of them. It was an endless labyrinth of constantly-sifting tunnels, and the wind was often hot and humid and rank- like the breath of some predator.
Knowing what sat at the bottom, that wasn't even an inapt comparison.
Although...
Hm.
A proper Navigator he might not have been- but after enough time, you picked up a certain sensitivity to the atmosphere of the cognitive world that could serve something like it in a pinch. And, when he was alone... Something down here that wasn't a Shadow. Nor a Cognition, but wasn't the tiny supernova he'd expect from a Persona. Which... meant he had no idea what that was.
What fun.
He made his approach; time to go greet the neighbors.
So two birds walk into a subway
Way too much had been going on, and he needed to do. Something. Futaba was fine for a few hours. The naval coat and mask settled onto him as familiar, comforting weights, and a brief check over himself showed that yes, everything was where it was supposed to be.
"Fucking hate these tunnels," he muttered, before proceeding. Mementos was so much more stifling than the skyscrapers of Pride or Greed had been, and even Wrath was so wide-open that he could at least breathe, or feel wind on his face. Mementos was nothing like any of them. It was an endless labyrinth of constantly-sifting tunnels, and the wind was often hot and humid and rank- like the breath of some predator.
Knowing what sat at the bottom, that wasn't even an inapt comparison.
Although...
Hm.
A proper Navigator he might not have been- but after enough time, you picked up a certain sensitivity to the atmosphere of the cognitive world that could serve something like it in a pinch. And, when he was alone... Something down here that wasn't a Shadow. Nor a Cognition, but wasn't the tiny supernova he'd expect from a Persona. Which... meant he had no idea what that was.
What fun.
He made his approach; time to go greet the neighbors.