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personavelvetroomdr2024-09-05 07:28 pm
lotophagia) wrote in personavelvetroomdr2024-09-05 07:28 pm
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(Open) Lonely Daze
Ren, the sleepy one in his pajamas (though he has grabbed some glasses now, he feels weird walking around without them at this point), has no idea what to do about his situation. He still feels somewhat dazed, but now there's this sense of... hopelessness weighing on his shoulders now that he remembers what happened. That he knows that he failed as a leader.
His eyes are somewhat hazy as he just wanders Tokyo, head somewhat lowered. He's conflicted about going to Leblanc again. The last time he was there, he ended up going to his room and sleeping for... well, a very long time. But it's all he wants to do, it feels like. It's easier than facing his failure. Facing reality.
...
...He's not sure where Arsene is. Perhaps he's gone, having faded away with his Will of Rebellion. After all, he can't make up his mind. He couldn't decide on a path to take, and that's perhaps worse than making a choice.
...What's he supposed to do?
Option 1:Inokashira Park is a lovely place. It's always good to go there, relax, and clear your head, and Ren does just that. He sits at a bench, watching as the cognitive people go by, and he just... tries to relax. Tries not to think about it all. It's hard not to think about his failure, but the cool air and bright scenery helps a little. He takes it in, as much as he can.
Option 2:He manages to work up the nerve to search for Akechi, specifically the one known as Dove, and heads to Jazz Jin. The atmosphere is painfully nostalgic, feeling as though it's been ages since he was here last. He steps in, and awkwardly sits at the table he and Akechi usually would sit at. What's Akechi doing now, he wonders...? Is he all right...? Is he happy...? He hopes Akechi's happy, at the very least. After all, if he had chosen to fight Maruki, then Akechi would have...
Option 3: A trip to Shibuya would usually get his brain going. He'd always be checking out the stores, trying to find something useful or cool, or eating at Big Bang Burger or working part time or... well, anything, really. The place has so much to offer, and it's lively. It almost makes him feel alive again. For now he just walks through the streets of Shibuya, wandering without a particular destination in mind.
His eyes are somewhat hazy as he just wanders Tokyo, head somewhat lowered. He's conflicted about going to Leblanc again. The last time he was there, he ended up going to his room and sleeping for... well, a very long time. But it's all he wants to do, it feels like. It's easier than facing his failure. Facing reality.
...
...He's not sure where Arsene is. Perhaps he's gone, having faded away with his Will of Rebellion. After all, he can't make up his mind. He couldn't decide on a path to take, and that's perhaps worse than making a choice.
...What's he supposed to do?
Option 1:Inokashira Park is a lovely place. It's always good to go there, relax, and clear your head, and Ren does just that. He sits at a bench, watching as the cognitive people go by, and he just... tries to relax. Tries not to think about it all. It's hard not to think about his failure, but the cool air and bright scenery helps a little. He takes it in, as much as he can.
Option 2:He manages to work up the nerve to search for Akechi, specifically the one known as Dove, and heads to Jazz Jin. The atmosphere is painfully nostalgic, feeling as though it's been ages since he was here last. He steps in, and awkwardly sits at the table he and Akechi usually would sit at. What's Akechi doing now, he wonders...? Is he all right...? Is he happy...? He hopes Akechi's happy, at the very least. After all, if he had chosen to fight Maruki, then Akechi would have...
Option 3: A trip to Shibuya would usually get his brain going. He'd always be checking out the stores, trying to find something useful or cool, or eating at Big Bang Burger or working part time or... well, anything, really. The place has so much to offer, and it's lively. It almost makes him feel alive again. For now he just walks through the streets of Shibuya, wandering without a particular destination in mind.
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It's hard to imagine it, but... well, it seemed to work for Fiend, that's for sure.
"...I'm not sure if I can wake up. If I could, I probably would have already. I don't know."
He sighs, looking up towards the sky.
"...It was easier when I was dreaming. I don't remember much, but... I was having some nice dreams, I think."
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"Dreams are just dreams," he says, after a while, standing up from the bench. He flexes his claws. "Isn't living. Maruki just made sure you wouldn't interfere. Nobody remembers you. Dresses it up as kindness." He glances at the other. "Is just selfish. Cruel."
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He looks away, thinking quietly to himself.
"...You're saying it's all Maruki's doing. I... right."
He needs to remember his anger. His frustration. His righteousness. Everything that led him to fight.
And yet, when he reaches for it, it feels like there's just empty space where all of that sense of justice once was.
"I feel like I've lost something... Arsene...?"
He still doesn't feel Arsene within him... or any Persona for that matter. It's like all that he was, all that empowered him has been ripped away from him. It's all... somewhere else.
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"Willpower," he says, "is what you lost. Purpose. Life. He took that from me. From you."
Despite his completely neutral, emotionless tone, there's the distinct sense he holds a grudge.
"Arsène."
Briefly, a mask appears over Fiend's face, before blazing away as the Persona flares to life in a brilliant, blazing blue light. It bathes the area in its flames, and the Persona cackles.
"I had to lose myself to find myself, had to force my way through," Arsène and Fiend say, at the same time, their voices echoing together. The yellow glow of Fiend's eyes and the pulsing cyan of his marks seem all the more bright, with Arsène cascading behind him. "Will you?"
And in the blink of an eye, the Persona is gone, and the world is once more as it was.
"Think. You can now. Use it."
With that, Fiend turns around, not even waiting for the other to give him an answer, and walks away.