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personavelvetroomdr2024-04-11 09:48 pm
gorobo) wrote in personavelvetroomdr2024-04-11 09:48 pm
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[Locked to Phoenix, Renée, Mona]
Fuck, this was a bad idea.
Out of SP, and with his HP low, Falcon finds himself hiding out in the saferoom near the pooldeck of Shido's Palace. His circuits thrum with fury still, and he's itching to kill another Shadow (especially one Shadow in particular), but-
Shido. Fucking Shido. Why isn't his Shadow anywhere to be found on this goddamn ship? He's torn the entire place apart, and security is through the roof, but nothing. Nothing. Just an endless wave of Shadows who feel so good to tear through, honestly, but it's not what he's looking for.
Futaba's new files sit blatantly in his memory, and without the energy to keep tearing through Shadows to distract him, it keeps pushing itself to the forefront of his awareness. It still hasn't done anything, but he doesn't fucking trust it. Not in the slightest.
He's... not happy with himself about contacting Phoenix, but Robin wouldn't stop nagging him. His Persona is right in that he needs help, and, okay, now that he's having time to think about it, he understands what they were going for.
He's still angry. He doesn't really want to see him.
But he's hurt and he didn't bring anything with him, which in itself was stupid as fuck, but sue him for not being in the best mindset when he got here. As he's come to find, the enemies in this Palace are small fry anyway, but even small fry can cause an impact if there's enough of them, and given enough time.
And he's given them enough time in his dogged quest to find Shido's Shadow and tear it apart.
His thoughts are interupted when the door to the saferoom makes a noise, and he raises his arm automatically, combat parameters in place.
"Who's there?" he shouts, keeping his voice steady, "Phoenix?"
Out of SP, and with his HP low, Falcon finds himself hiding out in the saferoom near the pooldeck of Shido's Palace. His circuits thrum with fury still, and he's itching to kill another Shadow (especially one Shadow in particular), but-
Shido. Fucking Shido. Why isn't his Shadow anywhere to be found on this goddamn ship? He's torn the entire place apart, and security is through the roof, but nothing. Nothing. Just an endless wave of Shadows who feel so good to tear through, honestly, but it's not what he's looking for.
Futaba's new files sit blatantly in his memory, and without the energy to keep tearing through Shadows to distract him, it keeps pushing itself to the forefront of his awareness. It still hasn't done anything, but he doesn't fucking trust it. Not in the slightest.
He's... not happy with himself about contacting Phoenix, but Robin wouldn't stop nagging him. His Persona is right in that he needs help, and, okay, now that he's having time to think about it, he understands what they were going for.
He's still angry. He doesn't really want to see him.
But he's hurt and he didn't bring anything with him, which in itself was stupid as fuck, but sue him for not being in the best mindset when he got here. As he's come to find, the enemies in this Palace are small fry anyway, but even small fry can cause an impact if there's enough of them, and given enough time.
And he's given them enough time in his dogged quest to find Shido's Shadow and tear it apart.
His thoughts are interupted when the door to the saferoom makes a noise, and he raises his arm automatically, combat parameters in place.
"Who's there?" he shouts, keeping his voice steady, "Phoenix?"