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(Open/Intro) Out of Bounds
A lot can happen over a month. Guernica knows that very well, and knows that even better thanks to what happened over this last month.
A gaudy-ass brainwashing bird bent on killing everyone, the Phantom Thieves of Hearts befriending the memory of her Big Sis, and helping her remember the reason Guernica paints. Then there was all that red sky and blood and bones shit going on, and Joker (She knows it was him, it had to be. Joker, Crow, Kasumi, and the rest of his crew by his side--) fighting off that big ass false god with a demon of his own.
Wouldn't be the first time for him. She wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't the last.
But after that... well, she's been doing her usual thing. Spreading her art, loud and proud, for the world to see. 'Hey, hear us! These are the voices you're tryin' to smother! You got that?! We're still here and we're still fightin'!'
The only odd thing is that the calm after the storm's been a bit too calm. Christmas Eve felt a little too sugary sweet, like something out of a cheesy Christmas movie. Normally there were some of the poor folk having it a bit rough, and she'd do something for them around this time, but everyone was just... happy. Nothing for her to do. Weird as hell.
And now... now there's something even weirder. A strange, blue room with a bunch of doors, a strange old man with bug eyes and a long, pointed nose talking about dreams and mind and matter and who knows what else.
"The hell's all this?"
It's not to say she doesn't get that it's cognitive or based on imagination or whatever. Oh, she gets that much. Considering her time in The Streets, she sure as hell knows it's cognitive. But this place is weird. Like what the hell, who is this old man? He says his name is Igor or something? He wants her to make bonds or some such?
Like. OK? Sure, she can, uh, do that she guesses? Not like she hates literally everybody. She's an outcast of society, but she's not against talking to people now and again. Just as long as she remains anonymous. Though, depending on how long she's here she's gonna have to use her name eventually--
...Wait, when's she going to be allowed back home? There's a way out, right? Freaking-- OK. Time to get some info.
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1. Option 1: Considering there's a bulletin board, people have a lot to say. Naturally, Guernica had to check it out. Of course, it only begs more questions.
"What the hell...?"
OK, so... There's a lot of Jokers and Crows here? But they're all going by different names. And there are vampires and fairies and stuff. And...
She's leaning over, squinting at the board with a hand to her chin, and you can practically see a question mark over her head.
"...There's a lot goin' on here, huh? All right... So what I'm getting here is 'use common sense' and 'memorize who's who'."
Not to mention all the details about Joker and Crow and their... love life? That's none of her business, frankly, but the creator of the board must've thought it would be needed info. Or maybe they're just a gossip, who knows.
2. Option 2: Across the span of what feels like one night, various buildings in Tokyo, particularly the tallest and largest of them, and the governmental buildings-- are all covered with large, colorful and loud graffiti. To those who are familiar with certain news broadcasts and keep up with news regarding art... Is that the work of Guernica?
You may also find a girl in paint-spattered clothes, and long, messy blue hair walking the streets of Tokyo. Her hands are in her pockets, and she just walks along like it's nobody's business.
She's got a smile on her face, feeling pretty satisfied with herself. After all, she made a lot of practice pieces in one night! Although... it's kind of a shame she doesn't have a big amount of people to show them too.
She sighs, crossing her arms as she considers it.
"...Is anybody even gonna see 'em...?"
3. Option 3: To change it up a little, Guernica decides to explore a bit, and to see beyond the cityscape. To visit a world she's never known... The quiet, small town life of Inaba.
There are no super tall buildings or loud crowds or anything. There's, instead, the flow of the river, the wind gently blowing through her hair, and the sound of the leaves gently rustling in the trees.
The town is quiet and it looks rather lonely, and it's honestly pretty weird. It's not the life Guernica's used to, that's for sure.
...She can't help but think about Luca, and what she would think about a place like this.
A gaudy-ass brainwashing bird bent on killing everyone, the Phantom Thieves of Hearts befriending the memory of her Big Sis, and helping her remember the reason Guernica paints. Then there was all that red sky and blood and bones shit going on, and Joker (She knows it was him, it had to be. Joker, Crow, Kasumi, and the rest of his crew by his side--) fighting off that big ass false god with a demon of his own.
Wouldn't be the first time for him. She wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't the last.
But after that... well, she's been doing her usual thing. Spreading her art, loud and proud, for the world to see. 'Hey, hear us! These are the voices you're tryin' to smother! You got that?! We're still here and we're still fightin'!'
The only odd thing is that the calm after the storm's been a bit too calm. Christmas Eve felt a little too sugary sweet, like something out of a cheesy Christmas movie. Normally there were some of the poor folk having it a bit rough, and she'd do something for them around this time, but everyone was just... happy. Nothing for her to do. Weird as hell.
And now... now there's something even weirder. A strange, blue room with a bunch of doors, a strange old man with bug eyes and a long, pointed nose talking about dreams and mind and matter and who knows what else.
"The hell's all this?"
It's not to say she doesn't get that it's cognitive or based on imagination or whatever. Oh, she gets that much. Considering her time in The Streets, she sure as hell knows it's cognitive. But this place is weird. Like what the hell, who is this old man? He says his name is Igor or something? He wants her to make bonds or some such?
Like. OK? Sure, she can, uh, do that she guesses? Not like she hates literally everybody. She's an outcast of society, but she's not against talking to people now and again. Just as long as she remains anonymous. Though, depending on how long she's here she's gonna have to use her name eventually--
...Wait, when's she going to be allowed back home? There's a way out, right? Freaking-- OK. Time to get some info.
--
1. Option 1: Considering there's a bulletin board, people have a lot to say. Naturally, Guernica had to check it out. Of course, it only begs more questions.
"What the hell...?"
OK, so... There's a lot of Jokers and Crows here? But they're all going by different names. And there are vampires and fairies and stuff. And...
She's leaning over, squinting at the board with a hand to her chin, and you can practically see a question mark over her head.
"...There's a lot goin' on here, huh? All right... So what I'm getting here is 'use common sense' and 'memorize who's who'."
Not to mention all the details about Joker and Crow and their... love life? That's none of her business, frankly, but the creator of the board must've thought it would be needed info. Or maybe they're just a gossip, who knows.
2. Option 2: Across the span of what feels like one night, various buildings in Tokyo, particularly the tallest and largest of them, and the governmental buildings-- are all covered with large, colorful and loud graffiti. To those who are familiar with certain news broadcasts and keep up with news regarding art... Is that the work of Guernica?
You may also find a girl in paint-spattered clothes, and long, messy blue hair walking the streets of Tokyo. Her hands are in her pockets, and she just walks along like it's nobody's business.
She's got a smile on her face, feeling pretty satisfied with herself. After all, she made a lot of practice pieces in one night! Although... it's kind of a shame she doesn't have a big amount of people to show them too.
She sighs, crossing her arms as she considers it.
"...Is anybody even gonna see 'em...?"
3. Option 3: To change it up a little, Guernica decides to explore a bit, and to see beyond the cityscape. To visit a world she's never known... The quiet, small town life of Inaba.
There are no super tall buildings or loud crowds or anything. There's, instead, the flow of the river, the wind gently blowing through her hair, and the sound of the leaves gently rustling in the trees.
The town is quiet and it looks rather lonely, and it's honestly pretty weird. It's not the life Guernica's used to, that's for sure.
...She can't help but think about Luca, and what she would think about a place like this.
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Overnight, it seemed like various important or culturally relevant buildings in this cognitive version of Tokyo had been defaced with graffiti. Personally, Gogo herself would never use such a word for such unapologetically bold and beautiful works of art, though. She didn't have the artistic sensibilities of Kitagawa. Still, she could feel the anger, passion, and rebellion behind each piece, demanding that everyone pay attention when they would have otherwise looked away.
She stood at the entrance of the Diet Building, which had also been hit, admiring the street art on display. It seemed like she was the only one, as the cognitive clones that were the citizens of this city didn't seem to notice. It was amongst these clones that Gogo spied a woman with shocking blue hair, whose loose-fitting jumpsuit was adorned with random coloured paint splotches. Gogo didn't get the same feeling from her that she got from the cognitive people, so she went to said woman's side, turning back to see the graffiti again.
"You're seeing this too, I take it?"
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"Huh? Ah, yeah."
She cracks a smile, turning her head to look at the art on the nearby Diet Building, herself.
"'Course I saw it. Hard to miss a big one like that, isn't it? Not to mention the building of choice."
She acts as though she's not the obvious suspect... but really, it's not as though there's anybody else covered in paint around to have done it.
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"I would certainly like to meet the artist behind this. I have...very complicated feelings about the Diet Building, and seeing it covered with all this...is producing the biggest case of schadenfreude."
Of course, while she may not be a detective anymore, her mind was already putting the pieces together. Whether the other owns up to it was up to her. She glanced at the other from the corner of her eye, still facing away.
"I take it you're new here. Hard not to tell. You can call me Gogo Akechi, if it pleases you~"
Option 1
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Who the heck wanders up to someone and just spouts that randomly? Guernica can't help but speak first before she begins turning around.
"I sure hope you do. I mean if you don't, you're gonna have a hell of a..."
It's only when she turns around, and looks at the guy behind her, that she realizes that the voice was... kind of familiar, actually. A weird tone, but... Huh. Is that...?
"...?"
She's kind of thrown off, seeing the glasses on his face, the school uniform, and the overall different vibe to this guy. This... can't be who she's thinking of, right?
"...You aren't Joker, are ya? Or Amamiya or Kurusu."
Not like he'd remember her anyway if he is, probably, but... she always thinks of him as Joker first. He's the leader of the Phantom Thieves, and it's not like she got to really know him personally.
A glimpse into his heart and a look at his Persona doesn't tell her who he is, not really.
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option 3
Ren will investigate. Maybe some of Raven's curiosity is rubbing off on him...
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"Hmm?"
She looks over her shoulder towards Ren, noticing the kid looking at her from a bit away. She can't help but crack a little, friendly smile at him. Seems like a pretty shy kid. Must not be used to weird people from the big city.
Only fair. She's not used to small towns either, so it makes them even.
"Hey. You all right? You look like you've seen a ghost or somethin'."
...The kid seems a bit wary, and alone. She doesn't know if he has anyone else around here taking care of him, so she's not going to scare him off or anything. She knows how it is being a lonely kid on the streets with no one to help you.
Option 2
But there's someone new, with paint-splattered clothes.
Hmm... Deduction time!
Raven approaches, intrigued by the unfamiliar face. "This wouldn't happen to be your handiwork, would it?"