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Preparations
The christmas cheer and the overall holiday season was yet to completely distract Takuto Maruki, a disshelved cognitive presearcher residing in the depths of his own palace. He occasionally found himself at home as well, cooking different recipes or simply studying a different field for a change- Experimental Pyschology. It had become his way of coping with the overall chaos festering over the jolly tunes and the cold.
Clearly, theoretical pyschology wasn't the way to go for him and now, clinical psychology- one where he might truly begin to understand the extent to how Azathoth functions by using his innate knowledge of cognitive pscience and fill in the gaps in a more...constricted way could be beneficial. He doesn't know where he was going with this but he meant it when he said he was going to make Igor pay.
Which meant only one particular thing. He will make Rumi real. Somehow. He doesn't need a long-nosed man's help anyway.
Option A: An unsual patient.
Deep in the winding corridors of Mementos, where the usual chaos of the cognitive world is temporarily replaced by a surprisingly calm, almost surreal space. Maruki stands in a cozy little bubble of tranquility, manifested out of his own calm demeanor. The walls and the floors are still the usual dark tracks, but within this strange pocket, there are two armchairs, a small coffee table, and an odd aura of quiet. In front of him sits a Jack Frost, wearing his iconic grin and sporting his signature icy appearance, but with an air of confusion that suggests this isn’t your usual Shadow encounter.
Now dressed in a nearly all-grey suit with a white tie and a black shirt, Maruki looked different—far more relaxed than he had in his former Metaverse attire. His smile was still the same warm, reassuring one he always wore, but the sleek, pristine look from before was replaced by a more practical, yet still formal, appearance.
Beside him, the air shimmered briefly, and a pair of plush armchairs materialized, along with a small coffee table. On the table were a selection of snacks—Pocky sticks, biscuits, and a few other bite-sized treats. Maruki sat down in one of the chairs, resting his hands in his lap as he glanced across the table.
Opposite him sat Jack Frost, his small, round figure perched in the other armchair. Jack was nibbling on a Pocky stick, his wide eyes flicking up at Maruki before taking another enthusiastic bite.
“Alright, Jack,” Maruki said, his voice soft and calm, “Let’s talk a bit more. I know it can be overwhelming here in Mementos, but I want to help you work through this. Whenever you are ready.”
Jack Frost blinked, crumbs falling from his mouth as he chewed. His usual cheerful demeanor was tinged with something else today—a hint of hesitation. He set the Pocky down on the table for a moment, his tiny hands folded in his lap. “Ho-ho, yeah, I guess I’ve been stuck here for a while. Can’t find my way outta the storm. Hee-ho, it’s like... I’m just frozen in place, y’know?”
Maruki leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful as he gently picked up a biscuit. “I understand. Sometimes it feels like we’re stuck in one place for too long, doesn’t it? Everything spinning around us, but no clear way forward.”
Jack Frost nodded slowly, eyes wandering to the snacks as he fiddled with a biscuit on the table. “Hee-ho, it’s like I’m all cold inside, too, just like the world around me... can’t get warm or see the way outta here.”
Maruki smiled, his tone encouraging yet gentle. “It’s completely okay to feel that way, Jack. Sometimes the world can be overwhelming, and it’s hard to know what to do. But you don’t have to have everything figured out all at once. Sometimes, taking it step by step, even just enjoying a snack, can help clear your mind. One little thing at a time.”
Jack Frost’s eyes brightened, a little laugh escaping him. “Ho-ho, that’s... that’s a pretty good way to think about it. Hee-ho, I’ve been way too stuck on the storm instead of enjoying the little things. I guess these snacks aren’t so bad, huh?”
Maruki chuckled softly, his smile widening as he offered Jack Frost another biscuit. “Exactly. It’s all about taking a breather when you can. The storm might still be there, but we can take moments of peace, even in the chaos.”
Option B: Battling Trauma- one ball at a time. (Locked to BMSumi)
If he isn't giving therapy to shadows or covering the assignments from the online college course- he does other things. He knows he has ample of time to make up for it. He could easily cover the entire term in a span of a few months; depending on how long he's going to have to stay here or live with Azathoth's words still murmuring in his head when he finds his guard lowered- today is one of those days where he just wants to relax and not thing about the gruelling implications of this place and his fate if he doesn't understand himself. Fast.
THUD!
The ball hits the far wall before rolling away into the distance. "Damn it," he shakes his head as he prepares his stance again. His feet might have been too wide or his knees were bent too much. He releases another sigh, lowers the baseball bat and decides to pull out his phone again. Might as well take a look at a video or something, its not as if there's anyone here. Good for him.
Option C: NETWORK (locked to katsuya, toshiro, mamakechi, zenkichi, phoenix and others who want to join in and test their adult muses [check ooc])
Hello, everyone!
I hope you're all doing well amidst this whole...multiversal jargoan that seems to surround us. The new year is upon us, and I thought it might be nice to do something a little more... traditional to celebrate. After all, it's important to have some moments of peace and joy, even here, right? Outside of scrutiny.
So, I’d like to extend an open invitation for a New Year's gathering. I’m planning to book out a hotel and give the place a little makeover to fit the occasion—decorations, good food, and maybe even a few games! It’ll be a relaxed event, no pressure, just a chance for us adults (mostly) to unwind and spend some time together.
I’m still sorting out the details, but if you’re interested, feel free to reach out! I’d love to hear what kind of things you’d like to have at the party. Whether it's music, games, or something else entirely, I’m happy to accommodate as best I can.
Given everything that’s been going on, I’m thinking of keeping this event a bit more private—so I’d prefer if it’s just for the adults at the moment. I hope that’s okay, but please understand that this is more of a personal gathering than a public event.
Let me know if you’re interested, and I’ll get everything set up as soon as possible.
Looking forward to hearing from you all!
[OOC: anyone can join in though maruki will be wary if you are someone he could have a negative cr with. no below 15s tho- unless you have someone looking after you. most if not all adults are welcome! Unless you are a shido pst pst. This post is locked from Phren, pheasant, bmtaba, drake, frog, corvus and others maruki may have unfortunate run ins with. the locked portion will be edited so if you want to express interest with your muse- they can have a chat with maruki seperately here or in his inbox]
Option D: A meeting out of place. (locked to Pheasant)
Dr. Maruki, clad in his white hoodie complete with stitched cat ears, faded jeans, and unmistakable pink heart-shaped sunglasses, squints up at the tree where an orange tabby cat perches precariously on a branch. The cat hisses at his every attempt to coax it down, its fur puffed in full defensive mode.
Maruki sighs, resting his hands on his hips. “Now, now, let’s not make this more complicated than it needs to be, okay?” He glances around, hoping for someone—anyone—to offer help, but the crowd moves past him, utterly indifferent to the scene. With a resigned groan, he rolls up his sleeves. “Fine. Guess it’s up to me.”
Moments later, he’s halfway up the tree, awkwardly maneuvering his lanky frame through the branches. His ridiculous attire catches on the bark more than once, the cat ears flopping around comically. Finally, he reaches the cat, who glares at him with eyes full of suspicion.
“There, there. See? I’m here to help.” He extends a hand toward it, voice soft and coaxing. “Just a little scratchy fluffball, aren’t you?”
The cat has other ideas. With a loud hiss, it swipes at him, claws grazing his hand. Maruki winces but doesn’t pull back, instead managing to gently scoop up the agitated feline.
“There we go. See? That wasn’t so—AHHH!”
The branch beneath him gives a disheartening crack, and before he can react, Maruki is left dangling with one hand gripping the branch for dear life. The cat, now securely in his other arm, seems entirely unimpressed with the unfolding drama.
“Great,” he mutters, wincing as the branch creaks ominously under his weight. “This is...fine. Totally fine. No big deal.”
The cat finally stops hissing, its wide-eyed gaze fixed on him as if to say, What’s the plan, genius? Below, the indifferent crowd continues to ignore the scene entirely.
Great this is just...great.
Clearly, theoretical pyschology wasn't the way to go for him and now, clinical psychology- one where he might truly begin to understand the extent to how Azathoth functions by using his innate knowledge of cognitive pscience and fill in the gaps in a more...constricted way could be beneficial. He doesn't know where he was going with this but he meant it when he said he was going to make Igor pay.
Which meant only one particular thing. He will make Rumi real. Somehow. He doesn't need a long-nosed man's help anyway.
Option A: An unsual patient.
Deep in the winding corridors of Mementos, where the usual chaos of the cognitive world is temporarily replaced by a surprisingly calm, almost surreal space. Maruki stands in a cozy little bubble of tranquility, manifested out of his own calm demeanor. The walls and the floors are still the usual dark tracks, but within this strange pocket, there are two armchairs, a small coffee table, and an odd aura of quiet. In front of him sits a Jack Frost, wearing his iconic grin and sporting his signature icy appearance, but with an air of confusion that suggests this isn’t your usual Shadow encounter.
Now dressed in a nearly all-grey suit with a white tie and a black shirt, Maruki looked different—far more relaxed than he had in his former Metaverse attire. His smile was still the same warm, reassuring one he always wore, but the sleek, pristine look from before was replaced by a more practical, yet still formal, appearance.
Beside him, the air shimmered briefly, and a pair of plush armchairs materialized, along with a small coffee table. On the table were a selection of snacks—Pocky sticks, biscuits, and a few other bite-sized treats. Maruki sat down in one of the chairs, resting his hands in his lap as he glanced across the table.
Opposite him sat Jack Frost, his small, round figure perched in the other armchair. Jack was nibbling on a Pocky stick, his wide eyes flicking up at Maruki before taking another enthusiastic bite.
“Alright, Jack,” Maruki said, his voice soft and calm, “Let’s talk a bit more. I know it can be overwhelming here in Mementos, but I want to help you work through this. Whenever you are ready.”
Jack Frost blinked, crumbs falling from his mouth as he chewed. His usual cheerful demeanor was tinged with something else today—a hint of hesitation. He set the Pocky down on the table for a moment, his tiny hands folded in his lap. “Ho-ho, yeah, I guess I’ve been stuck here for a while. Can’t find my way outta the storm. Hee-ho, it’s like... I’m just frozen in place, y’know?”
Maruki leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful as he gently picked up a biscuit. “I understand. Sometimes it feels like we’re stuck in one place for too long, doesn’t it? Everything spinning around us, but no clear way forward.”
Jack Frost nodded slowly, eyes wandering to the snacks as he fiddled with a biscuit on the table. “Hee-ho, it’s like I’m all cold inside, too, just like the world around me... can’t get warm or see the way outta here.”
Maruki smiled, his tone encouraging yet gentle. “It’s completely okay to feel that way, Jack. Sometimes the world can be overwhelming, and it’s hard to know what to do. But you don’t have to have everything figured out all at once. Sometimes, taking it step by step, even just enjoying a snack, can help clear your mind. One little thing at a time.”
Jack Frost’s eyes brightened, a little laugh escaping him. “Ho-ho, that’s... that’s a pretty good way to think about it. Hee-ho, I’ve been way too stuck on the storm instead of enjoying the little things. I guess these snacks aren’t so bad, huh?”
Maruki chuckled softly, his smile widening as he offered Jack Frost another biscuit. “Exactly. It’s all about taking a breather when you can. The storm might still be there, but we can take moments of peace, even in the chaos.”
Option B: Battling Trauma- one ball at a time. (Locked to BMSumi)
If he isn't giving therapy to shadows or covering the assignments from the online college course- he does other things. He knows he has ample of time to make up for it. He could easily cover the entire term in a span of a few months; depending on how long he's going to have to stay here or live with Azathoth's words still murmuring in his head when he finds his guard lowered- today is one of those days where he just wants to relax and not thing about the gruelling implications of this place and his fate if he doesn't understand himself. Fast.
THUD!
The ball hits the far wall before rolling away into the distance. "Damn it," he shakes his head as he prepares his stance again. His feet might have been too wide or his knees were bent too much. He releases another sigh, lowers the baseball bat and decides to pull out his phone again. Might as well take a look at a video or something, its not as if there's anyone here. Good for him.
Option C: NETWORK (locked to katsuya, toshiro, mamakechi, zenkichi, phoenix and others who want to join in and test their adult muses [check ooc])
Hello, everyone!
I hope you're all doing well amidst this whole...multiversal jargoan that seems to surround us. The new year is upon us, and I thought it might be nice to do something a little more... traditional to celebrate. After all, it's important to have some moments of peace and joy, even here, right? Outside of scrutiny.
So, I’d like to extend an open invitation for a New Year's gathering. I’m planning to book out a hotel and give the place a little makeover to fit the occasion—decorations, good food, and maybe even a few games! It’ll be a relaxed event, no pressure, just a chance for us adults (mostly) to unwind and spend some time together.
I’m still sorting out the details, but if you’re interested, feel free to reach out! I’d love to hear what kind of things you’d like to have at the party. Whether it's music, games, or something else entirely, I’m happy to accommodate as best I can.
Given everything that’s been going on, I’m thinking of keeping this event a bit more private—so I’d prefer if it’s just for the adults at the moment. I hope that’s okay, but please understand that this is more of a personal gathering than a public event.
Let me know if you’re interested, and I’ll get everything set up as soon as possible.
Looking forward to hearing from you all!
[OOC: anyone can join in though maruki will be wary if you are someone he could have a negative cr with. no below 15s tho- unless you have someone looking after you. most if not all adults are welcome! Unless you are a shido pst pst. This post is locked from Phren, pheasant, bmtaba, drake, frog, corvus and others maruki may have unfortunate run ins with. the locked portion will be edited so if you want to express interest with your muse- they can have a chat with maruki seperately here or in his inbox]
Option D: A meeting out of place. (locked to Pheasant)
Dr. Maruki, clad in his white hoodie complete with stitched cat ears, faded jeans, and unmistakable pink heart-shaped sunglasses, squints up at the tree where an orange tabby cat perches precariously on a branch. The cat hisses at his every attempt to coax it down, its fur puffed in full defensive mode.
Maruki sighs, resting his hands on his hips. “Now, now, let’s not make this more complicated than it needs to be, okay?” He glances around, hoping for someone—anyone—to offer help, but the crowd moves past him, utterly indifferent to the scene. With a resigned groan, he rolls up his sleeves. “Fine. Guess it’s up to me.”
Moments later, he’s halfway up the tree, awkwardly maneuvering his lanky frame through the branches. His ridiculous attire catches on the bark more than once, the cat ears flopping around comically. Finally, he reaches the cat, who glares at him with eyes full of suspicion.
“There, there. See? I’m here to help.” He extends a hand toward it, voice soft and coaxing. “Just a little scratchy fluffball, aren’t you?”
The cat has other ideas. With a loud hiss, it swipes at him, claws grazing his hand. Maruki winces but doesn’t pull back, instead managing to gently scoop up the agitated feline.
“There we go. See? That wasn’t so—AHHH!”
The branch beneath him gives a disheartening crack, and before he can react, Maruki is left dangling with one hand gripping the branch for dear life. The cat, now securely in his other arm, seems entirely unimpressed with the unfolding drama.
“Great,” he mutters, wincing as the branch creaks ominously under his weight. “This is...fine. Totally fine. No big deal.”
The cat finally stops hissing, its wide-eyed gaze fixed on him as if to say, What’s the plan, genius? Below, the indifferent crowd continues to ignore the scene entirely.
Great this is just...great.
locked to birb
Well
I have invited all legal adults I know and can comprehend
I have Izaya on my written list but I am...not sure if I should invite him or not.
and then there is Toshiro-san, Zenkichi-san, Katsuya-san (I know they are cops and politicians but this is precisely why I am organizing this party to prevent hostility) and well- there are others but I am yet to hear back from them.
I was actually talking to Igor about who were the other adults like me. Right now, the list is sort of short and I want to keep it that way
Again you don't have to come. I understand if I make you uncomfortable