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Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux

I would post but I wanted to give everyone else a chance to post before Thanatos goes all deus ex machina and wrecks things lol.

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux

*Does a little dance*

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux

Masako stared back into the face of the inconceivable, the alien. She was not dreaming on the contrary she felt alive and awake energy seemingly coursing through her as every nerve ending and synapse was jumping at full throttle. The rational brain that had been buried under something much more primal that was running on instinct wondered why she felt almost happy when for all intents and purposes she should of felt dread and horror not the high of a lifetime. She was looking into the eyes or what she presumed to be the yes of a creature that was more at home with long nights and children telling stories of ghosts and monsters where in the end someone would jump out of the bushes and scare them and then the safe security of reality would embrace them once again. But their was no kid in a costume, no trick at the end of the story the curtain had been pulled away and all it showed was the black expanse of darkness hidden on the borders of our reality, a darkness full of creatures and things watching and waiting. The creature in front of her represented everything that Masako did not know. And yet she felt calm and warm as if some unseen figure had wrapped her in its warm embrace and everything felt truly right. As if everything in her life had been leading up to this moment and everything else would branch out from it. Takahiro's words somewhere in the distance muttled under a seemingly distant ocean but he was right.... she did know what she needed to do.

Raising her hand into the air she curled it into a fist and brought in downwards pointing at the creature in front of her. She felt a flash of energy around her as her whole body burned with a great sensation of power that seemed to have been dragged out of her. Orpheus responded and raised his large lyre high above his hand before bringing it slamming down right at the creature. The creature flicked one of its bladed arms up and the two clashed together with harsh metallic clang and the two rebounded off of one another. The creature let out a long hiss of anger and brought a tendril slamming down blade in hand, Masako jumped backwards going by instinct almost falling backwards upon her back as she did putting her arms up to protect herself as blade hit into the ground where she was once standing. She felt blood dripping down her face and onto the roof below her and brought a hand to her face feeling a cut the had been made by the debris that was cast upwards. "It's strong!" She observed wiping the blood with her sleeve and getting back into a defense stance waiting for the next attack.

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ERode said
Yeah, might as well just move on for the time being. It's pretty normal for anime school girls to be late to everything, after all.

Oh that is preposterous!



They never


Run late! XD

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux

Kill the flu with fire Lennon! Kill it with fire!

Though in reality the Arcana Magician could conveniently knock Hotaru out until you get back.

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux

Masako had awoken moments before Takahiro had came running down the hallway to awaken them. She could not explain why but something in her head told her that she had to get up that it was most vital for her too. As she did she saw the last glimpses of a purple butterfly outside of her window slowing flapping its wings away into the night which had developed a green haze. She got to her feet and got dressed quickly and as she did she heard some sort of commotion downstairs that sounded like something was trying to get into the dorm. She remembered her conversation in the elevator with the man what was his name... Igor? On the first night he had come she had signed a contract she thought it was some sort of dream but he warned her of things to come and so did that boy..... Was this what they were talking about? She could not say for certain but what she could was that feeling of dread and darkness had increased and it felt as if whatever was to happen was going to effect things greatly to come.

Knock, Knock, Knock Somebody outside was slamming their fist into the door and then moments afterwards she heard Takahiro's voice it was filled with panic and whispy as if he had just been running from somewhere or maybe something. She opened the door and was greeted by Takahiro who's demeanor was nothing of that of the arrogant jerk that had been talking earlier that evening. The other members of the dorm had been filed in behind him all of them in the same state of shock, apperantly this was not some night time evacuation drill she had not been told about. Having little time for pleasantries Takahiro yelled that they had to move quickly and that he would explain later. Another sound this time something similar to roar echoed through the sky and pierced through the thin walls of the dorm. She had no idea what was going on but she was not about to argue semantics with Takahiro and so she left following after but not before grabbing her gloves that she had thrown across her desk. As the older student lead them down the stairs at a breakneck pass sometimes skipping one or two stairs as he went down Masako slipped the gloves onto her hands she didn't know what was trying to get in or whatever was outside but at least she had her gloves and if needed she could hit whatever it was that give her a small sense of security.

They had reached the ground floor and Takahiro was leading them to the back door. The lights flickered and swayed as if an earthquake had just came through she wondered what was happening and where they were going. But Takahiro looked like he was not in the mood to answer any nonessential answer as he put his hand aginst the door handle leading out the back emergency exit. It was then that something with force that no human could hope to achieve slammed into the door which buckled under the weight. Stumbling backwards with the rest of her dorm mates they all looked at Takahiro who just pointed at them and told them to run back up the stairs towards the roof. That seemed like a very reasonable idea and so they ran for the stairs. Masato heart was pounding and the adrenline was pumping through her body as every fiber and inch told her to keep on moving. She chanced a look behind her and saw something dark as the night its self creep into the dorm floor. What the hell?! was all she could think as Takahairo herded them up the stairs yelling at them to not stop. They reached the door to the roof and Takahiro threw his body into it shoving it open as they hit the roof. They all piled through and then slammed the door shut behind them.

Everyone looked around at one another hearts racing and wondering what in the world was truly going on. Masato droned all of them out as she took a few steps away from the group. She didn't feel too good and a series of incoherent whisperers seemed to surround her. She could only make out one word out of all of it "Per-son-a" putting her hand to her head she closed her eyes and shook her head trying to force the voices out and after a moment they seemed to at least subside. Taking in a deep breath she observed the alien sky above her and her eyes were naturally drawn towards the moon a giant circle in the sky and colored a sickly hue. Did this mean she was not dreaming the past two nights? What did it all mean? Her eyes drifted to the horizion as she thought and pondered the voices of her dorm mates wondering and panicked behind her. She was facing the distraction of the school and that was the first time she saw Tartarus a large and monolithic tower stretching far into the sky glowing green. She could not look away from it and part of herself told her to walk towards it, to walk right off the edge of the building and progress towards it. But she fought the urge stepping away from the edge stumbling back.She looked back in the direction of the others none of them had seen her... she shook her head and joined the fold once again. As she did she looked up at the sky again and just whispered almost exclusively to herself. "Its still coming."

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux

Theorist said
xD Thanks you guys.

Don't thank us! It was you that had to find off the murders!


And ah the dreaded social interaction it times like these that Masako really wishes she was blessed with the ability to be a silent character. lol

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux

Masako shook her head with a face somewhere between empty stoicism and genuine amusement as the two looked at her in surprise, apologized and than moved their conversation elsewhere. She then wondered if it was the best idea to tell them that she was listening, did it make them trust her less, but it was only the polite thing to do right? She was always easily confused about the whole social interaction thing as a whole probably because by the time she made friends it was time to leave again but that really didn't matter at the moment. Complaining about the woes of her circumstance would never get her anywhere in life and she had to overcome them move past her obstructions as water flows past a rock. So she turned her attention back to her book.

She had just gotten through another two pages when she heard the sound of more footsteps approaching. It was another one of the residents of her dorm Hotaru. She had seen him once before and when they had made eye contact he quickly doubled out of the room, that was on the first day and she had not seen much of him since. She wondered if it was something she had done something, broken some ethical code that was present in Iwatodai about the use of eyes to look at people. Or maybe he just didn't like her or something. That happened a lot too and so it could always be the case even if the thought of it bothered her just a little bit, if they were to be living together they should at least try to be friends right? But if they should all try and be friends why did she speak up against Takahiro's claims that probably didn't do anything to help in the friend department. As she pondered these thoughts Hotaru sat down on the far opposite side away from her moving around as if he was stepping about a minefield or something and keep on giving her looks when he thought she wasn't paying attention like she was about to murder him or something. As she sat down she looked in his directions and with a small semblance of a smile she give him a wave. Hoping that she did not break any other deadly Iwatodai social norms and that he would be struck by her audacity to wave at him or something.

After that she was about to return to reading her book when Yoromatsu and Takahiro returned as Takahiro walked past her she felt a chill through the air as if Hell itself had frozen over and the succubi were making snowmen and the dammed were having snowball fights to the death. She tried her best to repress the shiver that ran up her spine as Yoromatsu approached her. She was a bit surprised when he apologized for Takahiro's actions it was not like it was his fault or anything but it was a nice enough gesture none the less. At least somebody wasn't treating her like a total freak of nature. She shrugged her shoulder and let out a sigh as she spoke.

"Don't worry about it. It happens a lot since I move around a lot. People always think I'm some sort sort of malicious entity come to ruin their perfect normalcy. Like I'm some kind of axe murderer not that I would ever kill anyone with an axe... They are too messy and ineffective when you can just as easily choke someone to death or hit a pressure point... And now I sound like a complete psychopath... Great Job Masako." Masako explained stumbling over her own words.

Persona 3: Dark Side of the Redux

Ms. Unemi Masako was still rather perplexed about the new situation at which she had been presented into. During the break before school had started it seemed as if for the first time in awhile she was going to actually be able to stay at the same school for more than a year. But out of nowhere her father told her that he had important business across the ocean and that she was to go to this place called Iwatodai apparently after doing some research she found out that it was one of those corporation cities that news was always talking about funded and constructed by the Kirijo Group one of the largest and influential corporations in the country you couldn't do anything without some technology or some project that was founded by them influencing it. Apparently her father was business associates or something with them whatever that meant probably just had coffee and went around golfing that was what influential business people did right? Because of this she was able to as fulfilling a favor go to the school their Gekkoukan where they had dorms so that she could stay and get her education while her father was away. Which was fine and all at least until she got there.

Masako didn't know why but the place rubbed off on her the wrong way. Don't get it wrong everything seemed great and wonderful the streets were impeccably clean even though one hardly saw any form of sanitation workers, the people seemed friendly enough and the high school Gekkoukan was well built and the faculty though eccentric at times seemed to know what they were doing, while the students were nice enough to her though she really couldn't call any of them friends not that was their fault in the matter. But whenever she entered the grounds of the building a dark presence overtook her as if Death himself had appeared to loom over her shoulder as if the place was not all that it seemed. That and of course whatever happened in the middle of the night on the first two nights of her stay.

She didn't know why but she couldn't go to asleep where usually it came very easily to her having to fight the urges to doze off in class and that was when something truly odd happened. As if she had entered some sort of alternate dimension the world around her even the moon turned sickly green in color as if some sick child had sneezed all over them in a very unappealing matter the first night she just thought she was dreaming and went back to sleep. The second night when it happened again she knew something was up but once again pushed it aside and went to bed. She tried to fool herself into thinking she was just seeing things again a common attribute she had growing up where she would claim to see all sorts of demons and monsters a fact that her father just put off as a very active imagination. Maybe it was just manifesting again she thought her own subconscious trying to tell her something maybe stop eating so many green things or something she had no idea. But that was the most logical conclusion because if she was right well wouldn't she hear the kids at school or the news talking about the creepy sickly snot world?

Beside that though everything was perfectly fine the school work had just begun to pick up speed again with no time to waste the teachers hit the ground running and she had just finished her work and studying some time before. She had then progressed downstairs from her dorm room to the lounge/lobby area. On her head was her headphones connected to her music player playing at a low volume and in her hands was the book that her father had given her before he left. That was just like him always pushing her to be well read and versed in the cultures and ideas of the world. This time it was Heraclitus: Fragments he was some old philosopher Greek she believed and all his writing was about the deeper meaning of life, Logos, etc and a certain quote transfixed her from it Ethos antropoi daimon Character Is Fate. She liked that idea that a persons actions, that the person determined their fate not any gods or higher powers. She sat on one of the unoccupied couches and was reading it the music still going with one headphone on her ear and the other just off of it so she could still hear what was going on around her always trying to be aware of her surroundings.

She had almost lost herself in a daydream like daze when she heard two masculine voices speaking together, curiosity getting the better of her she with a small motion lowered her music player until the music vanished into the void replaced with the sound of voices. She continued to read her book but still listened to the conversation as it played out one of them was complaining about his soda having vanished that was Takahiro right? Messy black hair and the bad boy slacker attitude every group had one she mused and than the one that replied to him in a calm fashion... that was Yoromatsu. Calm, collected, ace student, everybody seemed to love him and he was the heir to the Kirijo Group meaning calling him affluent would be an understatement. Her father must of have worked with his dad and that raised her curiosity about him just a little bit. Continuing to silently listen as she read the book the conversation topic changed and went in a different direction. They began to talk about... her. Amused she did her best to hid her smile as the two bickered back and forth well Takahiro bickered Yoromatsu was just playing him like a fiddle. Finally as they finished talking Masato finally thought it would be the polite thing to do to inform them that she was not deaf. Putting the book down she turned her head towards the pair and raised one eyebrow in a curios arch and with a bemused tone to her voice replied.

"You know the bad mojo has ears right?" She asked plainly with a small hint of a smile on her face.

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Theorist said
Hmmm... interesting. Does she know about this?I think Yoro would know her father was involved. Of course, if she doesn't know, Yoro isn't going to tell her until some time later. xD Got secret plot stuff (And some plot stuff you can infer will likely happen) to talk to you about some time. It'll only really matter towards the end, so there's really no rush to discuss it.

Nope she would be completely clueless in the regard of what her father actually does. To her knowledge he is just some businessman that does boring businessman stuff like paperwork and budget meetings. The idea of him gallivanting across the world and doing black market deals and smashing heads together would be too ridiculous to imagine given his seemingly genial and lackadaisical personality. xD And should we be worried about your secret plot stuff? Like will it try to murder us? lol

Anyways I should have a post up soon enough.

PS: Congratulations at making it through another 365 days without being brutally murdered!