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[Open] the morningstar is the eveningstar too -- venus all the same
Somewhere deep in Mementos, something shifts. Shifts and dislocates and erupts from a hemorrhage in the not-flesh of the underworld. Breaks free like a bone splintered through the skin, like bile wretched up through the mouth, like pus from an infected wound.
It isn't supposed to be here.
It is, all the same.
It takes the form of an Akira/Ren/Joker, covered in bruises and blood in clothes that are a few sizes too small for it, golden yellow eyes glowing; around its hands and feet are unbreakable shackles that the veins of Mementos yanks as they please. Intermittently, it gnaws on its insurmountable bindings, making no progress but trying anyway like a misguided oroboros snake.
It has to.
It must.
Its teeth crunch against steel, like a wild animal. It nurses its wounds mournfully, like a wild animal.
And it hates, sad and lonely and feral, like a wild animal.
It is strong. Its presence will be immediately obvious to anyone with the capabilities to scan or evaluate or sense Mementos; it growls in the mind and scratches against surveillance. It radiates a pulsating, suture-filled tangle of emotions, heated as though inflamed and guarded as if vulnerable.
> Approach, but only if you are aware of the potential danger.
[Somewhere, in the normal world, Akira "Morning" Maruki sneezes. Huh...I wonder if there's dust in here.]
It isn't supposed to be here.
It is, all the same.
It takes the form of an Akira/Ren/Joker, covered in bruises and blood in clothes that are a few sizes too small for it, golden yellow eyes glowing; around its hands and feet are unbreakable shackles that the veins of Mementos yanks as they please. Intermittently, it gnaws on its insurmountable bindings, making no progress but trying anyway like a misguided oroboros snake.
It has to.
It must.
Its teeth crunch against steel, like a wild animal. It nurses its wounds mournfully, like a wild animal.
And it hates, sad and lonely and feral, like a wild animal.
It is strong. Its presence will be immediately obvious to anyone with the capabilities to scan or evaluate or sense Mementos; it growls in the mind and scratches against surveillance. It radiates a pulsating, suture-filled tangle of emotions, heated as though inflamed and guarded as if vulnerable.
> Approach, but only if you are aware of the potential danger.
[Somewhere, in the normal world, Akira "Morning" Maruki sneezes. Huh...I wonder if there's dust in here.]