A Springtime Catchall
May. 6th, 2025 07:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
herewardbound☸ PHOENIX
Has, unfortunately, with the conclusion of the last major operation, begun preparing for the next one. His relationship with Futaba and Falcon repaired and those immediate concerns dealt with, he'd spent the bulk of spring working, with care, on honing those skills of his which did not involve Personas. Midnight, whatever her thoughts on the matter, needed help- and Violet's plea for assistance would not go unanswered.
Throughout most of April and May, he could be found, frequently, at Shujin- a location which had been selected for its abundance of space and his reasonable certainty that nobody cared if it got slightly exploded. And so, the courtyard had become something of an impromptu practice range for a number of inventive uses of Goetic magic- interspersed with occasional minor explosions, gunfire, and of course interspersed with the odd expletive, suggesting possible injury.
When not engaged with the noble sport of wrecking a high school that nobody liked, he was, usually, in or around Yongen-Jaya, whether at home relaxing, or spending time at Leblanc, enjoying the sacred ritual that was his afternoon coffee.
There was also, of course, the frequent trips to Tartarus, which were always open to all and ran at least once or twice a week.
❆ RENÉE
Renée, of late, had been doing an amount of soul-searching. A mortal life had been chosen, and that left, largely, the unanswered question of... what now?
In truth, she was bored. Her skillset included combat and an encyclopaedic knowledge of mythology and literature, which by most metrics qualified her to be a librarian or a better class of mercenary and not much else. Her favorite haunt had gone out of business, and that left her in the unfortunate position of needing to come up with a hobby... without actually knowing how to have one. To such an end, she'd enlisted the aid of her friends and comrades to help her be... for lack of a better term, human.
ᚠ WOLF AND ROOKMON
Recovery was... a process, and not a destination. Certainly Wolf was doing better- but better was not the same thing as well. But the important thing was, he was occasionally spotted actually out and about, whether it be fishing, which was always a favored pastime, or even attempting (in vain) to teach Rookmon about the finer points of one of the arcades in Akihabara.
... Begrudgingly, they'd started appearing in the Tartarus raids. They might have been restricted, for now, to the lower floors, but the important thing was... something. Wolf wasn't yet sure what.
SETTLING IN
RAIN
SPITE
