“Shut the hell up!” the boy cracked under the stress as her disparaging flurry struck him bullet after bullet. His heart stung from the woman’s abhorrent remarks, the pangs of an immense headache beginning to stir about his head. Yet, in that very moment, the sea of thoughts ceased their torment. His guilt transformed into a wretched armour as inhibition stirred wildly in his chest, screaming from his chest for release.
“What makes you think a shitty adult like you know where I come from, how I feel, or who I am?”Munehisa slung the other strap of his backpack over the shoulder as he met Okamoto with defiant eyes.
“Maybe I am just a dumbass kid who had to go and screw over all his friends,” the boy shook his head before slowly pointing a finger towards the woman.
“But even a kid knows how to take a damn joke! The fact that you’re willing to go this far… you’re a primadonna who’s long past her peak. You think you rule the roost, but sucking the principal’s dick doesn’t make you a queen– you’re nothing but a manipulative parasite!”Miss Okamoto took a step back in shock, surprised at the boy’s outburst.
“How dare you speak to your Queen that way!” she snarled.
“You damn brat!!”“Queen bee, my ass. Your crown’s about as authentic as the two balloons hanging from your chest,” Munehisa bared his fangs as the headache became almost too unbearable to withstand, his hands balling into fists.
“I’m just a kid, yeah… but pieces of shit adults like you have no right to look down on kids like me!”
Finally awake now, are we?
His body forcefully keeled over from the blades that jammed into each and every crevice of his head as a strange yet familiar voice rang in his ears. Saliva trickled from his gaping mouth as Munehisa couldn’t shut his eyes from the immense pain, reduced to his knees as the afflicted boy was subdued by the screaming from his soul.
Can you stand to let another steal away the youth you so preciously cling to?
All those futures will be rewritten should you let the ink dry…
‘Tis by your hand only of which the other you within desires it thus…
Munehisa nearly crumbled to his side as the sensation of suffering became almost too overwhelming. Yet, the voice of his heart was clear– in that moment, he was clairvoyant. Omnipotent.
Invincible. Yes, this was the truth of his inner self.
“That’s right. It was always like this,” the agony ceased as the boy slowly rose to his feet. A brass-coloured venetian masquerade mask with an ornate wreath pattern surrounding the lenses adorned his face from forehead to nose. At the corners of the mask where it curved upward stretched two pairs of antlers, each about three inches long.
Persona…Hmph! So this is your determination. Very well…
Then let the contract be drawn.
I am thou, thou art I…
In the neverlands shall we revel in the anarchy sown!
With firm resolve, Munehisa tore off the mask from his face from the right side, the scream of his heart made manifest as fresh blood blanketed his face. A pillar of cerulean flame enveloped the grotesque vision as immense energy rippled down the hallway, threatening Okamoto’s footing and the bees’ flight.
From the limitless blue, Munehisa stepped forward. His school uniform had transformed into a long black tailcoat decorated with brass accents, the sleeves rolled up to expose the skin of his wrist before a pair of onyx gloves. Beneath the tailcoat, he wore a fine dark green shirt with a figurate collar, sporting a golden crest that tied together a white strap above his chest. Form-fitting pants painted similarly to the color of his coat, with knee-high boots that were unaffected by the sticky terrain.
[Reference kinda]Behind Munehisa stood a tall humanoid figure that floated above him, shrouded in the azure flames that pulsed with intensity.
Its head resembled a hood with a four-sided star as its face, wearing a gray hunter’s tricorn hat with a golden center between the pent and top. Its anatomy was similar to a gray ruffled front shirt, with a light purple upper cloak that blew with an imaginary wind. A strap ran diagonally across its chest, the lower portion connecting to a belt which seemed to hold the light-purple baggy upper portion of its ash-coloured breeches intact. At its feet, wore two shin-high brown medieval boots. The humanoid’s right arm extended into the hilt and straight blade of a knife for a hand, its ordinary left hand twirling a pan flute. Its appearance invoked the imagery of a medieval vigilante.
“It’s about time someone knocked adults like you down a notch,” Munehisa radiated with conviction as the makings of a polearm manifested between the fingers of his right hand. He hoisted the upper half of the weapon over his shoulder, nodding towards Okamoto.
“To think you’re so willing to screw over all our lives when it’s kids like us who make the future,” the boy growled in her direction, looking between each of the giant bees.
“I’ll break that stupid pipe of yours and make a crown worthy for a bitch like you!!”Okamoto’s eyes were wide at the presence of the new entity, stalwartly frozen in place. Or perhaps it was fear that kept her in place. Her expression was a combination of both terror and fury as she glowered at Munehisa and his new friend, bristling as she pointed at the boy.
“My children,” she spluttered,
“Get rid of it! Now!!!”Munehisa was no longer enfeebled by the woman’s toxicity. For the first time in his life, he felt that he was in true control– composed, focused, prepared. The truth had never been any clearer to him. Rebellion was the heartbeat of the riot that sounded from within, and it was ready.
“Persona, huh?” the name of his newfound power drew past the confident smirk on his lip as he would call upon its name henceforth.
“Let’s fly, Peter Pan!”Stepping between Nagi and their adversary, Munehisa’s eye trained on each of the giant bees that approached them. His spear dematerialized for a moment as the sapphire blaze coalesced around his open palm, subconsciously aware of manifesting the power of his Persona. Stellated octahedrons of ice encircled one of the bees, shattering both the structure and its enemy into nothing but shadow.
"Persona!” the boy shouted aloud in discordance as the reflection of his spirit extended its pan flute outward, its arm recoiling as if it fired a gun. The first snap of pure energy struck one of the bees, clipping its wings and knocking it down before the second burst of the double shot finished it off. Munehisa’s spear reformed around his fingers as he leapt forward to meet the third enemy head on, dealing the bee with a precise downward slash and allowing his Persona to finish it off with a stab from its knife hand.
He evaded the fourth bee’s stinger with a surprisingly nimble backflip, though the fifth one would manage to clip Munehisa from the side. Despite being struck, he seemed to suffer no visible harm– his strange attire showed no signs of damage and no blood sprouted from the site, but it was evident from his expression that he suffered injury. Peter Pan drew on the power of ice once more as it encased the fourth bee, allowing its user to completely fracture the frozen enemy in one swing of his spear. Tossing the weapon aside into the unknown, Munehisa brandished a sniper rifle–
an M40 rifle to be exact, only needing a single breath to take aim before sniping the last bee with one precise shot.
Having defeated all of the enemies for the time being, Munehisa quickly turned towards Nagi, still dialed with adrenaline.
“Quick, let’s get outta here now!” he said, hoping to take advantage of Okamoto’s dumbfoundedness to make their getaway.
Member
Marlowe
Foster
Hos
sandstorm
Kuro
