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Persona: Black Crown

@Randomguy

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Toma listened, gaze steady.

“Jungian, yes,” he said, mildly though genuinely impressed with her knowledge and insight.

“Minamoto mentioned that briefly as well. Persona, Shadow, Authority. All masks and truths. All reflections of something deeper.”

He tapped the rim of his cup once, a quiet punctuation.

“I’ve been trying to map it out. But Seiji doesn’t offer much. Just enough to keep you curious. Just enough to make you step forward.”

He glanced toward the Scramble again, then back to her.

“As for waiting…” He considered. “A few more minutes. If no one else shows, we go. Better to enter together than stall alone."

Persona: Black Crown

@Randomguy

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Toma gave a small nod, letting her words settle.

“Not long,” he said. “I met him a few weeks ago. Enough to know he’s deliberate—but not exactly forthcoming.”

He glanced down at the cup, twisting it to reveal the crown and name before setting it out again for others to see. Then his gaze returned to the Scramble, scanning once more before settling back on her.

“As for the others—you’re the only one I’ve met. Or even heard of.”

He paused. “Glad I wasn’t the only one who thought better of jumping in without a second thought.”

He surveyed the chaos once more, hoping to spot another like his new ally before giving up.

“I’m Toma Ishikawa,” he said with a slight bow of the head. “Senior at Kengen U. I attended Hane High as well. Good to meet a fellow student of my old alma mater.”

Persona: Black Crown

That's totally fair.

Persona: Black Crown

@Randomguy

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Toma took another sip, eyes still casually scanning the scene. He’d assumed this part might take time, and had settled in for the long haul. To his surprise, it didn’t seem like that would be the case.

A newcomer to the Scramble—a younger girl in a school uniform—caught his notice. She wasn’t just lost or looking for someone. She checked her phone. That, in itself, wasn’t uncommon. Especially here. But it was the kind of thing Toma was specifically watching for.
High school or college age. A phone fixation. And a general air of suspicion, curiosity, or perplexity.

This girl checked all the boxes.

Spotting her had been especially easy. His eyes had long since been trained to go straight to the uniform—he’d been surrounded by it for three years.

While he sat near his beacon of truth, she seemed to take notice and made her way toward him. As she drew nearer, he caught the double feathers of a second year.

“Pardon me,” she said politely. “I'm sorry to bother you, but may I ask if you are acquainted with Seiji Minamoto?”

There it is.

“Yes,” he said, tone low. He gestured toward the nearby chair in invitation. “I take it you also got the vague message?”

Persona: Black Crown

Persona: Black Crown

Toma had no more classes today. Just the one in the morning. He liked to stack them—every other day if possible. It gave him space. For homework. For work. For life. For clarity.

He had received the message from Seiji and didn’t hesitate. No delay. No detour. Straight to Shibuya.

He entered the Starbucks overlooking the Scramble, ordered a trenta medium roast coffee, black. No cream, no sugar, no illusion. Only truth.

When the barista asked for his name, he gave it without pause.

“Seiji.”

He waited for the cup, then leaned in casually.

“Mind if I borrow your pen?” he asked, eyeing the Sharpie. “I just want to write an inside joke to my friend," his customer service voice bleeding through. "It's a gift!”

The barista beamed, then nodded.

Toma took the pen and, with deliberate strokes, exaggerated the crown printed on the ubiquitous emblem. He made it black. Larger. More visible. It stood out clearly against the white cup. A signal—not loud, not obvious, but unmistakable to those who knew.

He found the most noticeable spot in the café. A table near the window, where the Scramble pulsed below like a living question. He set the cup down—name and crown facing outward to the space.

Then—he waited. His eyes ever languidly scanning the patrons and passersby. Especially anyone who seemed to linger. He watched the room intently, not for danger... but for intent.

Every so often, he would take a sip. Mainly because he enjoyed the beverage. Though it helped sell the ruse. It was slightly uncomfortable having to veil his truth like this. Although, emblazoning it onto the cup so that the truth could be in plane view did help with the dissonance.

If any one was one of Seiji’s recruits, then the cup would be noticed. If not—he was just a guy enjoying coffee.

The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

I ain't trippin'. I realized I hadn't whited out my character and didn't want the RP wsiti g on me so I added soemthing. Hope that wasn't interpreted as a nudge or anything.

The Hollow: a Pixie Hollow inspired roleplay

I think technically, @Cat22, you could still join in at this point pretty easily. If you change your mind, of course.

No worries, though.

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

Everyone was shouting, dodging, fleeing, making their way toward alleged safety.

After scooping up the spliff, Aksel looked about. He would never catch up to JJ, and everyone else seemed—no, not everyone. The French girl. She seemed to be having the worst luck. The massive hail seemed to be targeting her as she went for cover. He started in her direction. But another piece of ice was falling. It collided with the side of her head, and pulled her to the ground in a sickening display.

"Nei! Aksel cried, reaching forward with his hand as he tried to increase his stride.

Then, everything flashed the brightest white.

Then, nothing.