Shin Megami Tensei Persona: Dissonant Strain (Private RP)
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Kojiro leads Rin to the library to study for a few hours. He takes a bunch of extra notes to give to Isoroku. And often wonders where the other boy is. 'I hope his persona didn't eat him...'
In the mean time, he is thankful to at least have Rin to him with school work and keep him company. Its safe to say, out side of these two he's never had - or really plans to make- friends at this school.
In the mean time, he is thankful to at least have Rin to him with school work and keep him company. Its safe to say, out side of these two he's never had - or really plans to make- friends at this school.
Rin was glad she'd managed to get her work for the day done, by studying with Kojiro. 'Just one less thing I have to worry about considering we're going out tonight.' She'd been doing her best to try to keep her spirits up so as to not cause him, or the others any problems when they met up. "Ah its nice to have that out of the way huh Kojiro-san?"
Kojiro nodded to her. "You know, Rin..." Kojiro shook his head, "You can just call me my name. Its kinda weird to hear you keep saying 'san'...We have to fight to save-- um,"He stopped for a moment, what were they fighting for?
"Well, we have to fight together against some crazy stuff. Its not like I'm Mizushima or Yamada. Just Kojiro is fine." He packed up his things and then stopped, "Uh...unless it bug you that I call you by your first name, and your secretly trying to tell me to knock it off?"
"Well, we have to fight together against some crazy stuff. Its not like I'm Mizushima or Yamada. Just Kojiro is fine." He packed up his things and then stopped, "Uh...unless it bug you that I call you by your first name, and your secretly trying to tell me to knock it off?"
Rin felt her face heat up again. She bleakly wondered why it had to keep happening but shook her head at his question. "No I um don't mind at all." She gave a nervous laugh. 'Why do I continue to make a fool of myself.' She nervously glanced away from him. "I really don't mind you calling me by my name Kojiro."
He gave swift nod, "Great. Ok then, I'm going to go get my gear. I'll meet you at the gym," He waved as he walked off. This afternoon was nor turning out so bad. Perhaps tonight in the tunnels would prove to be pleasant as well....well as pleasant as fighting goopy shadow monsters underneath he city in an never ending labyrinth of subway tunnels could get.
Still, rather that than spending time with Mizushima.
Still, rather that than spending time with Mizushima.
Rin waves good bye and rushes back to her dorm room. She knew it was just a small little thing, but him telling her that really made her feel like they were really friends now. As she entered her room and sat her school bag down she avoided looking in the mirror. She knew she would have some sort of silly little grin on her face. Giving a small laugh she grabbed the bag with her book in it and transferring the vial from her school bag to it. She then left to go wait outside the gym for Kojiro.
Kojiro tossed down his school books in his room and grabbed his sword, the spray paint, and his notes for Isoroku. He stopped off by the other boy's room and looked down. It seemed the school nurse had been here as there were 'remedies' with instructions out in front of the door. He tried knocking, hoping his friend would open for him.
Nothing.
He set the notes down in front of the door with a list of the class work and a message to call. Time to go meet Rin. He took off for the gym.
Nothing.
He set the notes down in front of the door with a list of the class work and a message to call. Time to go meet Rin. He took off for the gym.
Kumiko finished up with her homework a little sooner than she had anticipated. With more time to spare she decided to go to the gymnasium earlier than was needed. Not without carrying a duffel bag full of what people would assume to be general sports gear.
"Oh, you're early." she stated finding it very hard to miss a tall, blonde German.
"Oh, you're early." she stated finding it very hard to miss a tall, blonde German.
"Hmm..."
Isoroku opened his door. Finally.
On some level he wasn't entirely certain why he had spent so much time away from...well away from everything he could manage being away from, really. The past day in particular had seemed to blur together without anything of consequence. Nothing had happened to peak his interest or even, in a strange way, to drive him to boredom. It was like he was sitting around in a lukewarm pudding of time and colors, and as potentially appetizing his stomach surmised that could be, his brain was growing restless with the situation. He needed to -do- something.
So he opened the door.
And looked down at the offerings before him; something from that crazy nurse, something from Kojiro which he presumed to be the day's schoolwork, and a note to give Kojiro a call. 'Won't need that...' he held the schoolwork tentatively in his grasp before simply letting it flop onto the floor with a surprisingly satisfied plop. For a moment he considered the message from Kojiro as well...and he'd worry about that later. Perhaps he'd even go to school tomorrow.
That left whatever the hell Edogawa had left for him.
Isoroku didn't really know much about the man, but it was generally well known that he was a crack, in one way or another, and one was probably best served avoiding him at all costs. But that very notion was what tickled his interest at the moment. Even after peering over the nurse's 'instructions' he had no idea what he might possibly be ingesting should he decide to use this...stuff. He held the cup up in his hand at immediately felt like he was holding a cup of....well of the aforementioned pudding of color and time. Only the colors involved here were disturbingly earthy/sludgey in nature and the time could've been measure in eons. He very tentatively brought it to his nose to sniff at the concoctio-
"Nyahh-" and immediately held it at arms length. There was a twinge somewhere deep inside him and it felt at once excited and worried. Maybe he was perversely amused with himself for toying around with this stuff, but he could tell if he didn't drink it now he wasn't going to; the longer that smell hung in his nostrils, the more he started to second guess himself.
"Fuck it" He took a deep breath and went bottom up with the vessel "Aahhhwwoohh come on..." he'd intended to down it like a shot but the -consistency- of the stuff had plans of its own. Slowly. Creeping. Downward. With a tap at the back of the container it dislodged itself like a clump of runny Play Dough and he almost had to quickly chew the stuff to get it to go down. He was quite certain his face was awash with horror.
But it was interesting, at least.
Isoroku opened his door. Finally.
On some level he wasn't entirely certain why he had spent so much time away from...well away from everything he could manage being away from, really. The past day in particular had seemed to blur together without anything of consequence. Nothing had happened to peak his interest or even, in a strange way, to drive him to boredom. It was like he was sitting around in a lukewarm pudding of time and colors, and as potentially appetizing his stomach surmised that could be, his brain was growing restless with the situation. He needed to -do- something.
So he opened the door.
And looked down at the offerings before him; something from that crazy nurse, something from Kojiro which he presumed to be the day's schoolwork, and a note to give Kojiro a call. 'Won't need that...' he held the schoolwork tentatively in his grasp before simply letting it flop onto the floor with a surprisingly satisfied plop. For a moment he considered the message from Kojiro as well...and he'd worry about that later. Perhaps he'd even go to school tomorrow.
That left whatever the hell Edogawa had left for him.
Isoroku didn't really know much about the man, but it was generally well known that he was a crack, in one way or another, and one was probably best served avoiding him at all costs. But that very notion was what tickled his interest at the moment. Even after peering over the nurse's 'instructions' he had no idea what he might possibly be ingesting should he decide to use this...stuff. He held the cup up in his hand at immediately felt like he was holding a cup of....well of the aforementioned pudding of color and time. Only the colors involved here were disturbingly earthy/sludgey in nature and the time could've been measure in eons. He very tentatively brought it to his nose to sniff at the concoctio-
"Nyahh-" and immediately held it at arms length. There was a twinge somewhere deep inside him and it felt at once excited and worried. Maybe he was perversely amused with himself for toying around with this stuff, but he could tell if he didn't drink it now he wasn't going to; the longer that smell hung in his nostrils, the more he started to second guess himself.
"Fuck it" He took a deep breath and went bottom up with the vessel "Aahhhwwoohh come on..." he'd intended to down it like a shot but the -consistency- of the stuff had plans of its own. Slowly. Creeping. Downward. With a tap at the back of the container it dislodged itself like a clump of runny Play Dough and he almost had to quickly chew the stuff to get it to go down. He was quite certain his face was awash with horror.
But it was interesting, at least.
"Ah. Oh yeah, you're suspended. Well, just between, you, me, and everyone else who thinks it. Mori needed a little more of a beating than that." She sat down beside Eber, glad there was someone reasonable to talk to beside her. "I wish I had your guts. And, um, sorry about that whole...Ishikawa thingy. That was pretty unladylike like of me."
She heaved a sigh of relief. "I promise I'm not always like that. I do try to at least be civil with him. We're in the same class, so I have to see his face everyday. Maybe I should just imagine a blank wall where his face is. That would probably make things better."
Kumiko was glad that she hadn't convinced Eber that she was a psychotic *****.
Kumiko was glad that she hadn't convinced Eber that she was a psychotic *****.
"Oh, that one doesn't end too well. I've had that thought before. He wound up with pretty messed up legs." Kumiko's shoulders rose and fell with an exaggerated shrug."No idea. Last time I saw him he was with---Speak of the Devil..."
Rin steps a bit more forward feeling very nervous with the attention being put on her. "Ah yes, well um we attempted to examine. However when we attempted to take a few samples from the vial the liquid inside began turning into smoke. I accidentally inhaled some, but when I did I felt my Persona react, It felt like it had regained some of its ability from all the fighting. This leads me to believe the vial whatever it is exactly restores our Persona's abilities." She glanced nervously around hoping she'd done it ok.