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personavelvetroomdr2025-02-05 06:55 pm
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a. Shibuya
Sumire's been meaning to expand her wardrobe for a while now, both here and at home. Kasumi chose everything for the both of them, so she only has the vaguest idea of what she's doing.
But! She has a - a date sometime soon! With a cute girl! So surely that means she needs to be able to dress to impress.
She's wandering around various clothing stores, occasionally consulting a packet of paper with labeled illustrations of various cuts of clothing. Sharp eyes might recognise the handwriting as Ann's, but the artwork decidedly is not. Even with that guidance, though, she... could use some help.
b. Tartarus
If Sumire's going to be any kind of use in Midnight-san's Palace, she needs some practice, and it's far better to get that practice with other people than to try to go into a cognitive space alone. Since there are regular Tartarus runs, she's opting to get in on one of those.
Even if the Dark Hour setting in and the high school exploding upward into a giant tower is... kind of alarming.
In proper Phantom Thief tradition, her outfit does change when she steps into the tower, but if anyone was expecting her to match the Violet they know, they're in for a shock. She's still wearing a leotard and long boots, but the leotard and its bolero jacket are a deep greenish-black, and the boots, more obviously green, have a faint snakeskin pattern. Sumire's gloves are blue-violet, and her hair pulls itself back into a bun, emerald-studded pins holding it in place.
She may be new to Persona combat, but she's ready to give it a go.
Sumire's been meaning to expand her wardrobe for a while now, both here and at home. Kasumi chose everything for the both of them, so she only has the vaguest idea of what she's doing.
But! She has a - a date sometime soon! With a cute girl! So surely that means she needs to be able to dress to impress.
She's wandering around various clothing stores, occasionally consulting a packet of paper with labeled illustrations of various cuts of clothing. Sharp eyes might recognise the handwriting as Ann's, but the artwork decidedly is not. Even with that guidance, though, she... could use some help.
b. Tartarus
If Sumire's going to be any kind of use in Midnight-san's Palace, she needs some practice, and it's far better to get that practice with other people than to try to go into a cognitive space alone. Since there are regular Tartarus runs, she's opting to get in on one of those.
Even if the Dark Hour setting in and the high school exploding upward into a giant tower is... kind of alarming.
In proper Phantom Thief tradition, her outfit does change when she steps into the tower, but if anyone was expecting her to match the Violet they know, they're in for a shock. She's still wearing a leotard and long boots, but the leotard and its bolero jacket are a deep greenish-black, and the boots, more obviously green, have a faint snakeskin pattern. Sumire's gloves are blue-violet, and her hair pulls itself back into a bun, emerald-studded pins holding it in place.
She may be new to Persona combat, but she's ready to give it a go.
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Maybe it was a bit worrying that Maruki was being left to his own devices back in their world.
And their world was a literal hell.
He keeps that information tucked away. He can't believe the words she's saying. It's too forgiving. Too benevolent.
And to think he’d gone to Maruki’s little party, shook his hand, made small talk over drinks. Who knows what was going on in that man’s head back then? Maybe, if this place wrangles him enough times, things will be different. Maybe.
He exhales, shifting through the clothes again, letting the silence settle for a moment.
"It’s funny how different universes work like that," he says at last, his voice softer now, a little less sharp around the edges. "You’re giving him too much credit, I think... but hey, that’s your call to make, not mine."
A beat. He glances at her, expression unreadable.
"Just...don’t let your kindness blind you. Wanting to believe in people, to give them a chance—that’s a good thing. But it doesn’t mean you owe them forgiveness."
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"Phew," he shook his head as the smile stretched to a grin. "That's the spirit, alright."