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I'll get something up over the weekend.
Masahide Saji


Masa's trance continued as he attempted to grasp the exact nature of the event that had transpired. At first he tried to dismiss it as only a dream- or a nightmare to be more precise. But no matter how hard he tried to dismiss the thought, it always felt like he knew the truth. With a subtle sigh and shake of his head, Masa resigned himself to the truth of the matter, instead now pondering on the being he had witnessed a moment before losing consciousness. He tried not to question any longer if any of this was real, but rather why- the exact same question he now aimed at 'Tyr'. The viking god of justice and honor? The one who bound the great wolf and postponed the Ragnarok? In his studies and leisurely reading, he found himself often fascinated by the stories of folk-heroes and the many myth's and legends of the world... Perhaps this was the reason why the creature took on that name? Or perhaps it was more symbolic.

This train of thought was cut short however, as the sound of creaking metal drew the bows attention. Sure enough, the door to his room had been opened and now was currently closing behind a male he had only seen once before. He was at the gaming tournament some time ago, and even exchanged words with Masahide- few though they were. Shaking his head, Masa sat himself back in the bed, dismissing the need to question his appearance... There were already to many unanswered questions.

However, it was when he began speaking that Masahide sat up once more, ignoring the tensing and aching of his muscles as his eyes narrowed in concentration on the boy. He knew? And above all, he claimed to be the leader some sort of rescue operation? As Rui's speech came to a close, Masa narrowed his eyes even further, his idle expression now fading into an outright frown. At first, he opened his mouth to speak on the foolishness of it all, and how they'd only be getting in the way... But there was something about his closing argument that rang true. If he told this to his mother, she'd have him hospitalized for a mental breakdown- the same probably true for Yamato. Also, the police would have a hard enough time believing that a group of kids were banding together to stop a cult, and that's before adding in the more 'fantastic' elements...

"... You already know I can't forget." Masahide spoke knowingly, his gaze shifting back to Rui as his expression softened- if only slightly, "But I don't like the idea of storming off against an unknown enemy either- least of all with people that could get in the way." The young man gave a moment of pause as he began to size up Rui's psychical form, but paused a moment as he came to a realization.

"You say 'your Persona', meaning Tyr most likely, but your choice of words indicates there are others with the same ability as me- and most likely you." Masa spoke pointedly, turning to now face the male fully. Even now, the his subconscious was screaming at him to turn the offer down and ignore this madness that made no sense to a logical mind... But another voice chimed in. This one was more comforting, more confident, and it was strongly pushing Masahide to accept the offer.

"... Alright." Masahide finally spoke after a moment of silence, "I'll join in on this venture. I don't like the idea of it, but I like the idea of doing nothing even less."
I'll have something up tomorrow. Probably. Maybe. Probably.
Masahide Saji


Even as consciousness returned to him, Masahide was hard-pressed to find such an event a blessing. Instead, his thoughts kept hearkening back to the events of the throne room, and the words exchanged with his 'shadow'. Even now, his embarrassment was unbearable, a wound on his pride larger than any of his failures. Not only was his innermost thoughts exposed, but those very ideals put several others in danger. As his eyes began to open and take in the sights of the Velvet Room, the shock of the prior events dulling his reaction to a mere raise in his brow. A peculiar place, complete with a peculiar duo, and two others that seemed around his age dressed in attire matching the venue- including himself. It was only when the man named Igor began to speak, that Masa turned his attention from his surroundings to the nose that spoke to him... Or rather, that's how it would seem. Still, the boy stood in silence as the man spoke, taking his key in turn before idly running his gloved hand over the metal. All at once, the words of Igor began to drone on, a dark curtain begining to fall around Masahide's vision, and before he knew it- he was unconscious yet again.

As his eyes opened to a more familiar venue, the blue suit that once adorned his person was replaced with a typical hospital gown, the subtle and rhythmic beeping of monitors relaying his vital signs through a rather simple display. Turning over, Masahide felt sore throughout his entire body... But oddly revitalized in a completely different fashion. He felt at peace, or at least alright with his current situation, though a bit of confusion couldn't be dodged. Instead, now he focused on learning the truth... There was more going on then what had been spoken about in whispers and rumors. As he attempted to raise himself from the bed, he felt his body resisting the movement, resulting in only him sitting in his bed. Looking about, he made note of the door and the table at his side, the brightness of the sun outside the window and the familiar chill that hospital rooms most often held. Even now, he couldn't help but chuckle at his situation, sitting in silence as his smile quickly faded.

"Tyr." Masahide muttered under his breath, glancing down at his hand which once held the key to what he assumed was the Velvet Room.

Masahide Saji


As the final blow was struck against the twisted visage of Masa's shadow, the creature would groan audibly as it fell before the group- still and silent. After a moment, movement would return to the body as it attempted to stand, talking once more through the face that adorned the collapsed wolf's head.

"Glorious! Simply Glorious! You all offer quite the show, and for that I'll grant you a swift end." The creatures voice boomed as it rightened itself, readying itself for another round with the party. Meanwhile, Masahide could only look on in a mixture of confusion and horror, the words of his doppleganger now resonating on a level that he had all but ignored till this point. Was he truly so vain that his efforts to help the city were for nothing better than bragging rights? Is it true that he felt above all the others that merely lived their lives without giving as much as him? Clenching his teeth and fist, Masa felt the anger rising in his chest. At Kami spoke, Masa felt the truth in his words... And it was then that it all became clear.

"You're right..." Masa spoke in a hushed tone, his vision lowered with hand still clenched into fists.

"What?" The shadow spoke, turning his attention immediately from the group before him to his double just behind. It was clear that his once confident voice had waivered slightly, seeming more alarmed and unsure at the creature narrowed it's eyes.

"Is it wrong to want to be remembered for what I've done? Sure, I want to help others, but is it really so bad to want a mark to be left behind?" At this, Masa lifted his head as his vision locked with that of the creatures. It was then that he felt that familiar heat of anger, urging the boy to shout out his proclimation, "I want the world to remember my name. I want people to speak of my name with fondness and respect- just as they did with my father." It was then that his voice softened... And again he looked inside himself.

"Surely you don't mean to tell me you're ready to admit y-"

"You want me to spell it out? Fine. There is a sense of vanity behind my actions that I'm not proud of, but it's there. So, congradulations, you've won. You and I are one and the same."

As soon as the words left Masahide's lips, a supernatural light began to shine through the creatures being, encompassing it for a moment and elevating to an almost blinding level. With a quick turn of his head and lifting of his arm to shield his eyes, Masa diverted his gaze, clenching his teeth as the frustration of all these unexplainable events came to a boiling point. As the light subsided, he round with his hand falling to his side. He opened his mouth to speak, but fell silent as his eyes fell upon the image of a tall and slender figure, who's face was obscured by what seemed to be the head of a wolf. Despite the rather simple attire that adorned his upper form, his legs were guarded by rather robust ivory greaves, and one hand replaced with a long and menacing cleaver. For a moment, Masa could only stare on in silence as the anger that once welled within him fell to silence.

I art thou, and thou art I
Thou shalt address me as Tyr, the Hand of Justice.
May the world sing songs of praise for our deeds!


And with that, the creature began to fade before Masa's eyes, the echoing voice still ringing in the boy's ears as he reached out for the being who named himself as Tyr. It was odd, but Masa felt a strong connection to this being... But he didn't have time to question it as his vision turned to those about the room before going black, falling unconscious on the stone for a combination of emotional and mental fatigue, coupled with his already weary body.
Sorry, I'll get something posted up tomorrow. Helluva week/weekend.
Just due to the nature of my life, along with current events, I will not be able to dedicate enough time to this venture... Sorry to all, and I hope for the best.
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The crows aren't really going anywhere, their mostly just hovering about.
City of Darkwell


As the chaos of the battle stills, the champions who are left can hear the still crackling flames of the collapsed cafe, along with the barely audible whispers of the populous and the more prominent sirens that continue their approach. No one attempts to stop the ones that flee, rather snapping pictures with their phones and gossiping amongst themselves.

Liam swears audibly as he turns from the crater in the ground, turning his attention towards the origin of the approaching wails as he staggers backwards.

"As much as I hate to admit it... We can't stick around. I'm heading back to Matt's place," He stated, looking back to Clarice for a moment before turning and taking off down the street towards the downtown area of the city.




"I-" The boy stammered, blushing heavily at first due to her accusations but calming once she had left his sight. With a heavy sigh, he found himself a seat despite the clutter, settling into place as he lifted a hand to his head with a wince. In truth, his mind was clouded and strained, a growing headache now plauging his thoughts as he attempted to settle down.

"Thank you, but- I don't know. I mean a drink would be nice," He stammered, his hand finally coming to rest atop his thigh with a slight groan, "But with what all has happened... I just-" He fell silent for a moment, before looking up to Sam with a slightly saddened smile, "Thank you either way."
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