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 Ren finds that he's slowly getting settled in his new situation.

He's developed somewhat of a routine; some days, Frog or Trickster (there's a girl version of him!) mans the counter at Leblanc, other days, he does. When he doesn't, he'll go find something to do or someone to hang out with; Akechi has been his main choice, of course, but he's found many of the residents here, versions of himself included, fun enough to talk to. If all else fails, there's always the Metaverse, and he can blow off some steam fighting Shadows.

(With their fight against Joker and Crow coming up, Ren has to keep himself sharp, after all.)

His barely established routine seems to be falling apart already, though. Usually, today'd be a day that Frog mans the counter, but, as he has been since yesterday, he's nowhere to be found. 

Who he does find when he comes downstairs, however, is the Morgana that resides here, sitting on the counter (God, Boss would hate that, but he isn't here, so). Ren likes Morgana; even if he's not his own Morgana, the differences are minute enough that it almost feels like talking to his own. It doesn't quite soothe the ache of absence, but it's nice to have him around, and he can tell Morgana feels similarly.

Today, however, something's off. Even in his cat form, Ren can instantly tell the worried edge in his body language and face. Ren had a feeling, but it really looks like there's trouble brewing of sorts.

"Morgana?" Ren says, sitting down on one of the stools near the not-cat. "Frog's not here today either, huh..."
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Fuck, this was a bad idea.

Out of SP, and with his HP low, Falcon finds himself hiding out in the saferoom near the pooldeck of Shido's Palace. His circuits thrum with fury still, and he's itching to kill another Shadow (especially one Shadow in particular), but-

Shido. Fucking Shido. Why isn't his Shadow anywhere to be found on this goddamn ship? He's torn the entire place apart, and security is through the roof, but nothing. Nothing. Just an endless wave of Shadows who feel so good to tear through, honestly, but it's not what he's looking for.

Futaba's new files sit blatantly in his memory, and without the energy to keep tearing through Shadows to distract him, it keeps pushing itself to the forefront of his awareness. It still hasn't done anything, but he doesn't fucking trust it. Not in the slightest.

He's... not happy with himself about contacting Phoenix, but Robin wouldn't stop nagging him. His Persona is right in that he needs help, and, okay, now that he's having time to think about it, he understands what they were going for.

He's still angry. He doesn't really want to see him.

But he's hurt and he didn't bring anything with him, which in itself was stupid as fuck, but sue him for not being in the best mindset when he got here. As he's come to find, the enemies in this Palace are small fry anyway, but even small fry can cause an impact if there's enough of them, and given enough time.

And he's given them enough time in his dogged quest to find Shido's Shadow and tear it apart.

His thoughts are interupted when the door to the saferoom makes a noise, and he raises his arm automatically, combat parameters in place.

"Who's there?" he shouts, keeping his voice steady, "Phoenix?"

Pew Pew

Aug. 16th, 2023 10:10 am
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 [The thing about being somewhere new is that usually, you were supposed to be able to use it as a fresh start. This... is not that. This is a place full of faces he knows - his own face, and Akechi's - and especially with the way the Mona who'd seemed like he was from his other life had reacted to him... it's giving him flashbacks of his record being leaked in Shujin. He keeps almost saying the wrong thing to people, too, used to everyone already knowing.

It's a while after all of that, and he hasn't risked going anywhere near Leblanc. He's scouted around a few places, though, and now he's wound up here at the arcade, playing a vicious game of Gun About. What can he say? It's good for getting rid of all that stress, without risking anyone walking in on him slaughtering shadows in a non-Joker-like way.

That said, even this isn't quite... right. He's too focused, for one thing. A bit too accurate. Nowhere near showy enough, either.

Poke him anyway?]

Welcome~!

Aug. 9th, 2037 01:44 pm
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 You open your eyes, and you find yourself in a blue room, music filling the air. When you look around, there are doors to each side - but there is also a desk in the middle of the room that draws your attention, and a man sat at the desk who has... a very long nose.

"Welcome," he says, "to the Velvet Room." He waves a hand, encompassing the space you can see before you. "This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter. If you have any concerns about the world from which you have come, you can rest assured that you are not truly absent while you stay here. Still, you should use your time wisely, and form bonds with the others you find in a similar situation to yourself, as you never know where they might lead you! So please, feel free to explore."

The only question remains is this: Will you answer the call of a door that seems most familiar to you, or one that feels more unknown?

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