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Who: Shinjiro (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
unevoke) & Mitsuru (invoker)
When: ICly 10/20ish
Where: Mitsuru's baller apartment
What: Team SEES pow-wow
Rating/Warning: nah
[To say Shinjiro didn't currently feel awkward as shit would be a lie.
Seated in the glamorous living room of Mitsuru's apartment - something out of a home decor magazine as opposed to the barely held together room he's temporarily staying in - with his legs and arms tucked carefully close to his body, Shinjiro feels a bit like an outsider. He's happy to see Mitsuru again of course, and glad she seems to be healthy and in good spirits, but after the disaster that'd been his last mission with SEES he hadn't exactly done much to bridge the quickly widening gap between him and the remaining two members of SEES.
He isn't sure where he stands with her anymore, even if she had allowed his return back onto the (now much larger) team, and his discomfort's enhanced by the fact that they're not even in Iwatodai anymore but in some foreign place with its foreign customs.
But! Some customs never change. Namely, the one that says you should probably be polite when in someone else's house.]
Nice place.
[Yep. A perfectly executed compliment from a man who looks like he ought to be living under a bridge.]
unevoke) & Mitsuru (invoker)When: ICly 10/20ish
Where: Mitsuru's baller apartment
What: Team SEES pow-wow
Rating/Warning: nah
[To say Shinjiro didn't currently feel awkward as shit would be a lie.
Seated in the glamorous living room of Mitsuru's apartment - something out of a home decor magazine as opposed to the barely held together room he's temporarily staying in - with his legs and arms tucked carefully close to his body, Shinjiro feels a bit like an outsider. He's happy to see Mitsuru again of course, and glad she seems to be healthy and in good spirits, but after the disaster that'd been his last mission with SEES he hadn't exactly done much to bridge the quickly widening gap between him and the remaining two members of SEES.
He isn't sure where he stands with her anymore, even if she had allowed his return back onto the (now much larger) team, and his discomfort's enhanced by the fact that they're not even in Iwatodai anymore but in some foreign place with its foreign customs.
But! Some customs never change. Namely, the one that says you should probably be polite when in someone else's house.]
Nice place.
[Yep. A perfectly executed compliment from a man who looks like he ought to be living under a bridge.]
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Mitsuru on the other hand, is in the kitchen. She's making tea for them both, placing two delicate tea cups and a teapot filled with tea on a tray. If this is her first time actually making tea for someone other than herself, she's not letting that show. ]
I wasn't expecting to see anyone from my own world again, let alone you, Shinjiro.
[ She sets the tray down on the coffee table and looks directly at him. ]
How are you faring?
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Any further thought on the matter's interrupted by Mitsuru's entrance,
Two fragile-looking teacups balance on the tray held in her hands. They look like they'd be crushed in his hands. Shinjiro refrains from taking one just yet. He's got time, they both do, and he's never been one for common pleasantries in any case.]
I've been worse. [Been better too, but they both know that.] They not...bring back other people here or whatever the hell it is they do? I can't be the only one.
[Shouldn't be too; there are so many other people more qualified and deserving than him.]
i apologise for the lateness of this!
[ This is one of those times she wishes that Fuuka Yamagishi were here. Mitsuru was a great believer in utilising people's skillsets, and she believed in Yamagishi's abilities more than anyone else. She would definitely have been a great help through all the chaos of this virtual reality. ]
Our world has been destroyed, and they bring back parts of it seemingly at random. I arrived here by myself, and nobody else from my world.
[ Mitsuru looks out the window, the complex cityscape unfamiliar and yet deeply familiar at the same time. It reminded her of Tokyo with its futuristic sky scrapers and myriad lights, but this was all of that at a doubly futuristic level. Her expression is contemplative and somewhat frustrated. ]
The myriad of people here astound me. There's someone who purports to be from the Sengoku era and has a Persona from travelling to a world similar to this one. I... am still not sure what to make of that, entirely.
no worries! feel free to take as long as you need on any tag
One thing does catch his attention right away, the mention of another with the power of Persona. He starts, body lifting away from the couch and his knees clashing with the coffee table before him. (The clink of teacups against the serving tray has him frowning, and he carefully rearranges them to their prior position.)]
There's others here who have Persona?
[Except, wait, she'd said from the Sengoku era, and while he'd skipped and slept through his fair share of classes, even he knows just how long ago that was.]
You sure he wasn't lying or anything? Doesn't exactly sound possible to me.
[Then again, being here in the first place shouldn't be possible, and the memory of that girl who didn't know about Asia and America sparks in his brain too. Maybe Mitsuru has a point.]
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[ Mitsuru runs a hand through her hair as she continues to be distracted by the cityscape, in only temporary. The world Kobayakawa came from seemed to strange. It seemed as if those from other worlds could be granted Personas upon the grace of Philemon and the Velvet Room. Why did those names sound familiar? It seemed like she had heard them long ago, though through what means, she wasn't entirely sure. This was something that was going to annoy her until she remembered how. ]
The Persona was real enough. A Support one, similar to Yamagishi's.
[ Turning back to Shinji, she looks at him as if to say "I can barely believe it myself" but she continues slowly, as if shuffling the information like a pile of cards that were about to be dealt. ]
He bears no ill will to those who brought out the power of Persona in him. In fact, he seemed to be glad that he could be more helpful.
[ Mitsuru reaches for a cup of tea, taking a sip because it was clear her houseguest wasn't going to take one until she did. Or so she'd like to believe. ]
Before it gets cold.
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Before he can ask, she gestures at the tea and he obediently takes a sip as she does. It's not bad, or so he assumes; the extent of his tea knowledge is limited to whatever cheap stuff the orphanage had gotten from the nearby convenience stores.
Once that's done, he gets back on track.]
So if our Personas are here, does that mean Shadows are too? And the Dark Hour?
[Right to the point he goes. And no matter how much he likes to pretend otherwise, he's really not so different from Akihiko than he thinks.]
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But as to Shinji's question, Mitsuru smiled. It was was one of those moments where she had flashes of fondness for him. ]
No. It seems like they only brought back certain parts of our worlds... namely us, and some of our personal effects. Though that doesn't mean we won't see any combat.
[ She sets the cup down half finished, waving a hand as if to indicate her imminent frustration. ]
Did you remember waking up in that game? ViViD? It seems to be technology of the highest caliber. That virtual reality can generate scenarios to any specification. And it will feel real. As real as if it were happening in reality itself that one must ask whether reality itself is fiction. Going into it and doing combat earns you additional money to your wages. There are also prizes…
[ There’s definite hesitation on her end as she gestures to the shelf where it looked like Mitsuru had a cache of dragon related goods, including a onesie and a plush. It was purely archival, rather than any pride that meant they were around. ]
now it's my turn to apologize for the delay!
Shinjiro nods briefly at her mention of ViViD. He hadn't planned on spending too much time in it but he'd also known little about it; the mention of prizes, and money moreso, is appealing, and he thinks it might be nice to save up in case of future emergencies if he ends up staying here longer than expected.
Speaking of:]
You look like you're settling in well. This place is pretty different from Iwatodai.
[It's an question regarding her own welfare more than anything else; he may not be as familiar with Mitsuru as Akihiko but he knows that she's not so different from them deep down, always putting on a brave face and marching forward even during times of insecurity. He admires her for it, worries over her for it.]
it's no problem!
[ She can trust Shinjiro, they've been through a lot at this point. Trusting your friends is an important part of growing up. ]
You've probably guessed this by now, but don't immediately trust what CERES say or do. They have more information on us than we'd like to admit.
[ It's best she gets this out of the way now, before someone else beats her to it. ]
There was an incident where the temperature in Cerealia dropped to Arctic levels. The only area that had warmth was the Pleasure District, and in order to partake in that warmth - you needed to indulge in a fantasy.
[ The quick look she gives Shinjiro cuts off any speculation on what kind of fantasy it was at the ready. She's not taking any Junpei level shenanigans from you. ]
So I said, I would like to indulge in a world where she didn't die. When it was done, I...
[ Mitsuru's voice is quivering, her normally composed face falling. ]
It wasn't pretty or the most composed moment of my life, to say the least. To have all her hard work in beating Nyx undone by the destruction of our world... it was very hard to take.
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Both the tea and the CYBuddy go forgotten as he stares at her, expression perplexed.]
Wait, what're you talking about? Did the Shadows get worse or something?
['She' can come later.]
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[ She clicks her tongue at how forgetful she was that no-one debriefed Shinji once he had woke up from his coma, but there were other things at hand. ]
Do you remember that we were defeating various greater Shadows? It turns out that we were not eliminating the threat, but making it come faster.
[ This is the first time she's actually recounting this in its entirety, so pardon her pauses. She was mentally sorting things out, reshuffling and ordering for a cohesive narrative. ]
We had released Nyx, the personification of death. It seems like mankind was yearning for apathy, and this apathy had summoned Nyx to end it all. This was known as the Fall. The Kirijo Group knew about the Fall and did nothing about it, in fact... my grandfather embraced it and continued with what he did.
[ Mitsuru takes a sharp breath. ]
Ryoji Mochizuki was someone who... appeared out of nowhere. He was the harbinger of Nyx and offered her a choice. Either we killed him and experienced the Fall with relative bliss or we let him live and call upon Nyx and let SEES attempt to stop her.
She had picked the latter option and we battled Ryoji... well, the Avatar of Nyx upon the top of Tartarus. We had succeeded, but at a great price. Something happened to our memories, all of our exploits in the Dark Hour had disappeared.
[ She was starting to cry now, quite openly. ]
It was not until graduation that we had all remembered and we rushed to the rooftop, where we saw her pass away, and we knew that she had saved us from the Fall.
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He doesn't have time to interject and ask; there's information quickly being pelted at him from all sides, about Shadows and Tartarus and something called Nyx and someone called Ryoji. It's a little too much to handle and on reflex he ends up tuning most of it out, doing his own pick-and-choose to sort through this atomic bomb of information that's been handed to him.
His hands stay carefully still - his whole body does, really - as Mitsuru recounts events that may have well been pulled out of a science fiction novel as far as he's concerned. Shinjiro remembers none of it and the ensuing confusion is clear as daylight on his face. Of course, it quickly turns to panic once Mitsuru starts crying.
Maybe now isn't the right time to grill about significant details.
The teacup gets set on the table as movement of Shinjiro's body resumes; he's pushing himself up to do something, though what that something should be he hasn't figured out. Does he try and comfort Mitsuru? Find a tissue box and offer it to her? The rift caused by his departure lingers enough that he opts for the latter, grabbing a nearby box and approaching her to offer it her way.]
Hey, things worked out, right? She [he still doesn't get who she is but he goes with it for now] wouldn't want you to cry about it.