Shin Megami Tensei Persona: Dissonant Strain (Private RP)
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Akinari looked at Satoshi, really looked at him. He was trying to see if there was a joke hidden in that comment. There wasn't. He really thought it was all going to be this easy. The boy shook his head for a long time before he spoke. "No. We will. It's really clean now...but we're going to be just as tired next time. Mori-senpai is..." he looked at the walls like they were listening, "Evil. He trashed up a decent looking locker room and made me clean it. So...I guess...rest as much as you can."
Akinari pat Satoshi on the shoulder. He found it absolutely amazing that the other boy could even believe for a moment that Mori wouldn't take the time out of his day to make their day miserable. Maybe he wasn't as quick a learner as he was.
Akinari pat Satoshi on the shoulder. He found it absolutely amazing that the other boy could even believe for a moment that Mori wouldn't take the time out of his day to make their day miserable. Maybe he wasn't as quick a learner as he was.
Eber smiled, "You were the one who said you did not need to be injured to be carried, is that not so?" He set her down at the girls' dorm door, to the inescapable notice of several others and their friends. "Good evening, Kumiko-hime. I will see you tomorrow."
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Isoroku arrived with his bookbag. It contained just about everything but books.
"So. What's the plan, boss?" He sat next to Rin and gave her a little nod.
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Isoroku arrived with his bookbag. It contained just about everything but books.
"So. What's the plan, boss?" He sat next to Rin and gave her a little nod.
She giggled. "You're so right. I did, didn't I? See ya, Eber." Kumiko waved goodbye, doing her very best (and failing) not to stare at Eber's rear as walked away. The moment he was gone, she was swarmed with girls and questions about the German. She shook her head as she smiled, "You've got to admit, he's got style..."
Inside the girls' dormitories she was questioned for nearly an hour before she got to head back to her room.
Inside the girls' dormitories she was questioned for nearly an hour before she got to head back to her room.
Shiori finally made her way back to the girl's dorms after getting cleaned up. She stayed in the shower a bit longer then usual, still mulling over the Coach's words, that she might have to change everything about her game to get where she wanted. It still hurt.
When she got back there was a commotion in the common room. She asked what was going on, but only got bits and pieces, about a hunky gaijin and the junior he literally carried back to the dorm. Most of the girls were still tinged with green over the treatment. Shiori just shook her head at the petty jealousy and headed upstairs to her room.
When she got back there was a commotion in the common room. She asked what was going on, but only got bits and pieces, about a hunky gaijin and the junior he literally carried back to the dorm. Most of the girls were still tinged with green over the treatment. Shiori just shook her head at the petty jealousy and headed upstairs to her room.
Kojiro pushed his bowl to the side, "Well, after we're done eating today, I want to go shopping for some more supplies...I could use a better sword, and Rin I think your book is looking a little...worn. Plus, we need to convince Seiya-senpai that we can handle going through that portal."
Satoshi's brows furrowed and his mouth twisted down in a frown. "Why don't you say something? Is there nothing you can do? You don't have to take this. Why is he singling you out this way?" He understood by he was targeted, but not the other boy. He seemed sweet and helpful and without any reason to torment besides a sick need to break that joy.
He wanted to find a way around this, but remembered the night before, the soreness in his face a keen reminder. His eyes glanced over the glistening walls, voice a bit soft. "This can't be the only way. This can't be our entire term...can it?"
He wanted to find a way around this, but remembered the night before, the soreness in his face a keen reminder. His eyes glanced over the glistening walls, voice a bit soft. "This can't be the only way. This can't be our entire term...can it?"
"I just can't...If Mori-senpai says to do something, I have to do it. He is my senpai. Even if sometimes it seems like he's just being a jerk. I can't just tell him 'No, I won't do it'. Things could be much worse. Things get worse if you don't listen. So I do what he says. And if you were smart, you would too." Akinari gave Satoshi a look that said not to push the matter, like the subject was dangerous enough on its own.
Kojiro gave a small nod to Rin, "You don't really need a whole new weapon. After all you use more magic than anything...but if your school books start falling apart you may get in trouble. We can check out a second hand book store...I'm sure there's like, an encyclopedia there or something..."
Satoshi frowned. He felt terrible for the other boy and wanted to push everything he said away. Tell himself it was just cowardice, but something about it rang a bit too true. His mind flashed to the fight the previous night. That cold, hatred that surrounded the president and his ghastly persona. He wondered if pushed how far Takuya Mori would go, then realized just as quickly that breaking point may be something he doesn't want to witness, no matter how fascinating it may be.
His mind wandered for a moment imagining it. Trying to create the perfect setting in his mind for what could cause such a reaction. Akinari was right though. He couldn't do this head on. He was sure Mori could murder him in a fit of rage and be perfectly comfortable with it.
"I will be more careful."
His mind wandered for a moment imagining it. Trying to create the perfect setting in his mind for what could cause such a reaction. Akinari was right though. He couldn't do this head on. He was sure Mori could murder him in a fit of rage and be perfectly comfortable with it.
"I will be more careful."
"Good. It's for the best really." Akinari nodded his head sagely. He gathered up his belongings after surveying the room. A job well done. "See you tomorrow."
He bowed, exiting the classroom. His shoulders were sore already and he rubbed them all the way back to his dorm room.
He bowed, exiting the classroom. His shoulders were sore already and he rubbed them all the way back to his dorm room.
"I guess I could get more bullets." Isoroku shrugged, already more than halfway finished with his gigantic noodle bowl, "Hey, Rin, I've got some books some could look through. I mean, if you wanted to. Some of them are pretty thick..."
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Hikaru hurried back to the girls' dormitory when she'd finished her paperwork and cram studies, ignoring the small mob of gossiping girls in the lobby in favor of getting to her room posthaste. She dug her exploration equipment out of her bookbag and tucked it safely away in her closet before she retrieved her cell phone to text Mori.
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Hikaru hurried back to the girls' dormitory when she'd finished her paperwork and cram studies, ignoring the small mob of gossiping girls in the lobby in favor of getting to her room posthaste. She dug her exploration equipment out of her bookbag and tucked it safely away in her closet before she retrieved her cell phone to text Mori.
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Mori-sama. I think you need to be responsible for Tsukiyomi-kun. He needs a mentor and you need support.Kojiro frowned, "And just wear are you going to go to buy bullets for you, Roku, where they won't question what we need with them? ...You don't have that thing on you right now, do you?"
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Takuya stared at the message on his phone as if Seiya had sent him some incomprehensible code. "Mentor....Tsukiyomi-kohai?" Styx growled in his ear. They were completely repulsed by the idea of having to be around a freshman. Let a lone such a pathetic one...
But even Styx was unhappy with that notion. For her, they needed no one. And to some degree Takuya agreed.
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Takuya stared at the message on his phone as if Seiya had sent him some incomprehensible code. "Mentor....Tsukiyomi-kohai?" Styx growled in his ear. They were completely repulsed by the idea of having to be around a freshman. Let a lone such a pathetic one...
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You are our support."No, there wasn't enough room for my gun with his pink tutu I'm wearing--Of course I have it on." Isoroku rolled his eyes and nudged Rin with an elbow as though to say, Can you believe this guy? "Besides, I'm not the only kid who's packing heat. People will sell to anyone who's got cash..."
There was a long pause as he thought harder about it.
"...Or I just take it off of other people."
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Hikaru's breath caught in her throat. She imagined Takuya saying those sorts of things to her face-to-face...
There was a long pause as he thought harder about it.
"...Or I just take it off of other people."
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Hikaru's breath caught in her throat. She imagined Takuya saying those sorts of things to her face-to-face...
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I can't always be around to help you.
Rin glanced nervously at Isoroku. She was beginning to think something really might be wrong with him if he was considering such things. "That um doesn't sound to safe Isoroku, perhaps um you might question Seiya-Sempai. We did um find those guns in the back of Kuroda's car." She hoped Isoroku wouldn't object just because it would mean asking Seiya.
Kojiro twisted his lip, "I do like the idea of asking Seiya about the best place to get supplies for Isoroku...I don't think we should mention supplies for the st-" he looked around the ramen shop, "-the things we borrowed. Even though I am sure she knows we have them." Kojiro ran his hands through his hair, "We'll check around for now, but lets be discrete, okay? We'll ask Seiya tomorrow."
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Takuya eyed the text and sighed. "She is going to be difficult about this isn't she?" Styx hissed in his ear. "I suppose the problem could easily be fixed...Tsukiyomi-kohai is weak. The shadows would eat him alive...But even then, that requires him having to be around a freshman he hated.
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Takuya eyed the text and sighed. "She is going to be difficult about this isn't she?" Styx hissed in his ear. "I suppose the problem could easily be fixed...Tsukiyomi-kohai is weak. The shadows would eat him alive...But even then, that requires him having to be around a freshman he hated.
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I will take him...If you tell me why you cannot always be there for me.Satoshi just stood there for a few moments, eyes scouring the pristine room, hating it, feeling his flesh nearly crawl with the sheer loathing for what he and the scared boy that had just left were going to have to do. He wondered if there was anything to that fear. If perhaps he should mirror it. How far could and would Takuya Mori go.
He gathered his things, slinging his bag over his shoulder and scratching at his palms, raw and dry from the cleaner and the labor that came with it.
He was more than eager to fall face first into his bed, could almost feel the comfort of his warm, safe bed at just the thought. The tunnels had drained him, even just by being there. the amount of information he'd learned had been huge and startling, not to even mention his fight with Mori. His body and his mind both thoroughly exhausted and that cleaning had made it all the worse. He was almost sure he'd even fallen asleep mid-scrub a time or two.
He groaned softly and rotated his shoulders, so relieved to step into the oh-so inviting dorms. He ignored the other students. Not wanting to see their faces, now feeling only more distant from them for so many reasons. He pushed open his door, tossed his bag down and stepped inside in what had become his tradition. He was about to step inside when he heard something crunch underfoot right in the doorway. "What-" He glanced down and his eyes grew huge.
Everything was gone. Everything was destroyed. He backed up. This wasn't happening. There was some terrible mistake. There was no way these were his things. No way that this was his room.
One of his hands clutched feebly at the door frame. He had no idea how long he stood there, surveying the wreckage of his room. He ran inside shutting the door behind himself and latched it. He started sorting from then. Removing every shard of glass, ceramic and plastic. Categorizing every destroyed piece of his property, face utterly emotionless as he did. He collected volume after volume, figurines, collective weapons, toys, autographed photos and posters that had been framed, now shattered and left in heaps on the dorm room floor.
He tidied everything, made lists long and detailed of every single item that had been lost. It was hours, more than he could care to count until the room was together. There were tied bags on the ground filled to the brim with the carcasses of the only people that had mattered to him in years. Even if they hadn't been real they had been the only friends he had.
There wasn't any light filtering in from outside, no sound from the masses of the dorm. Just him standing, staring at the few comics and two figures that were left. The lonely survivors. Even his computer and laptop had been lost in the slaughter. After not uttering a sound, not moving unnecessarily, movements clipped and eyes serious he gave an unrestrained scream of his own fury, kicking violently at the tattered remnants of the only life he knew.
He did it over and over and over again, until his already exhausted body went limp and he tumbled to the ground. He stay right where he fell, eyes going dead. His head was filled with rage and hate and that sick, dull scent of rot.
He shut down more than slept, still in that crumpled sitting position, eyes open, but no thought going through him, not even a bit coherent. He stayed that way for the rest of the night and well into the morning.
He gathered his things, slinging his bag over his shoulder and scratching at his palms, raw and dry from the cleaner and the labor that came with it.
He was more than eager to fall face first into his bed, could almost feel the comfort of his warm, safe bed at just the thought. The tunnels had drained him, even just by being there. the amount of information he'd learned had been huge and startling, not to even mention his fight with Mori. His body and his mind both thoroughly exhausted and that cleaning had made it all the worse. He was almost sure he'd even fallen asleep mid-scrub a time or two.
He groaned softly and rotated his shoulders, so relieved to step into the oh-so inviting dorms. He ignored the other students. Not wanting to see their faces, now feeling only more distant from them for so many reasons. He pushed open his door, tossed his bag down and stepped inside in what had become his tradition. He was about to step inside when he heard something crunch underfoot right in the doorway. "What-" He glanced down and his eyes grew huge.
Everything was gone. Everything was destroyed. He backed up. This wasn't happening. There was some terrible mistake. There was no way these were his things. No way that this was his room.
One of his hands clutched feebly at the door frame. He had no idea how long he stood there, surveying the wreckage of his room. He ran inside shutting the door behind himself and latched it. He started sorting from then. Removing every shard of glass, ceramic and plastic. Categorizing every destroyed piece of his property, face utterly emotionless as he did. He collected volume after volume, figurines, collective weapons, toys, autographed photos and posters that had been framed, now shattered and left in heaps on the dorm room floor.
He tidied everything, made lists long and detailed of every single item that had been lost. It was hours, more than he could care to count until the room was together. There were tied bags on the ground filled to the brim with the carcasses of the only people that had mattered to him in years. Even if they hadn't been real they had been the only friends he had.
There wasn't any light filtering in from outside, no sound from the masses of the dorm. Just him standing, staring at the few comics and two figures that were left. The lonely survivors. Even his computer and laptop had been lost in the slaughter. After not uttering a sound, not moving unnecessarily, movements clipped and eyes serious he gave an unrestrained scream of his own fury, kicking violently at the tattered remnants of the only life he knew.
He did it over and over and over again, until his already exhausted body went limp and he tumbled to the ground. He stay right where he fell, eyes going dead. His head was filled with rage and hate and that sick, dull scent of rot.
He shut down more than slept, still in that crumpled sitting position, eyes open, but no thought going through him, not even a bit coherent. He stayed that way for the rest of the night and well into the morning.
Isoroku scowled.
"Hey, while we're at it let's ask Seiya if she can wave her magic wand and turn all the Shadows into fucking frogs for us. Then maybe we can finally stop relying on her."
His arms folded and he made no attempt to mask the sulking. All the senior had done was let them loose in a preexisting playground. In his opinion, they could either accept Hikaru or accept the danger--not both.
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Hikaru paced the length of her room as she struggled to find an appropriate response. She couldn't answer one question without needing to answer several more; she knew that from dealing with Kojiro and his friends. But she hated to lie to Mori...
She sent the message, sent Kurado a text, and flipped her phone shut. Her pile of homework would need to be completed before she even thought about sleeping... And tomorrow the "Security Team" would return to the tunnels. She wasn't sure if this was turning out to be less work or more.
"Hey, while we're at it let's ask Seiya if she can wave her magic wand and turn all the Shadows into fucking frogs for us. Then maybe we can finally stop relying on her."
His arms folded and he made no attempt to mask the sulking. All the senior had done was let them loose in a preexisting playground. In his opinion, they could either accept Hikaru or accept the danger--not both.
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Hikaru paced the length of her room as she struggled to find an appropriate response. She couldn't answer one question without needing to answer several more; she knew that from dealing with Kojiro and his friends. But she hated to lie to Mori...
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It's best if I watch out for you from here. Please tell me you'll do this. Goodnight, Takuya.Kojiro leans on the table and frowns, "Roku! Look I'm not the best person to say this...but will you use your head for once?" He rubbed the side of his head, "I know you don't like her...but if her sponsor is going to be giving us crap anyway? Why not get the more...unusual supplies from them?"
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Takuya frowned again. Upset with the text he had received. Seiya was proving to be less than coroperative when it came to the affairs of 'persona'.
"She is being most difficult about this..." Styx hissed in his ear.
"Tomorrow then...we will see how tomorrow goes before we decide."
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Takuya frowned again. Upset with the text he had received. Seiya was proving to be less than coroperative when it came to the affairs of 'persona'.
"She is being most difficult about this..." Styx hissed in his ear.
"Tomorrow then...we will see how tomorrow goes before we decide."