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Persona - The True Self

Sato Hashimoto
// Cosplay Café

The man confirmed that Sato had came to the right place and did indeed have a package addressed to his mother, which was a relief to here. Sato let out a deep breath as he followed the (assumed) manager into the store. Immediately after entering, Sato had two revelations: this was a café, and it was a cosplay café. What did his mother need from a place like a cosplay café anyway? And why were all the girls dressed in French maid outfits carrying fake guns?

When the manager passed by the main room of the café, the maids and butlers gave a resounding “Welcome home, master!” to them. The younger male shifted uncomfortably in the plaid shirt he wore. This was his first time in such a weird place. The manager led him into the staff-only area (another first for the boy) before stopping and addressing him regarding the favor he had mentioned. And Sato could hardly humor it after listening to the man’s plea. Fill in as a waiter? He literally just walked into the building for the first time ever and he already received an invitation to work there, albeit for a day. Aren’t waiters supposed to have some kind of training first? Some experience? The only job Sato ever had was cleaning dishes for a family friend’s restaurant and that was significantly different from waiting on and serving people.

”So wait a minute, you want me to be one of those maid waitressesers or whatever and serve food and stuff?” Sato blurted out, obviously flustered over the proposal. Flabbergasted, even. ”I’ve never even been a waiter before. Will I get paid?” Initially, Sato had been set on his answer being no, but after considering that he probably would get paid for doing it for a day, he reconsidered. A solution to his money problem was looking him straight in the face. And all he’d have to do would be to dress up and give people the food they order. How hard could that even be?

The teen tapped his chin with his fingers before continuing. ”Although. I guess… I guess I could do it. It’d be rude not to return the favor for my mother’s parcel. What would I have to do, exactly?”

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Microsoft Word for days, man.

@Amaterasu Posted. Short and shitty, just the way I like it. Wasn't really sure what to do. I'll leave it to you to get Sato set up to put on whatever costume you want him in and out there waitering.

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@Amaterasu I did that post thing. Sorry if it's weird or doesn't work. I can change it if need be.

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Sato Hashimoto
// Warakuma Shopping District

APRIL 26 2015, SUNDAY
Mid-day

The week that could prove the flow of time to be dynamic had finally come to an end. Well, almost. It was Sunday, and a seemingly good one at that. Golden Week was so close anyone could taste it, the weather was fine, there were deals left and right, and the amusement park was alive with activity, which was shockingly rather uncommon. Sato found himself not in said amusement park however, and in the shopping district, cold drink in hand and shopping bag dangling from his fingers.

As he navigated past the people slowly making their way down the street (with more precision and carefulness than ever, after that whole fiasco with the drink last time), Sato kept his eye out for a particular store. His mother had asked him to pick something up since he was going out anyway, but Sato had never been to the place before and was completely unaware of what it even looked like. All he knew was the name, and his brown eyes scanned every sign they could find in his field of vision. There seemed to be an incredible amount of shops that he’d never noticed before as he wandered down the shopping district, and sometimes Sato swore he’d seen the same store twice despite only having been walking in one direction.

And it was only after getting somehow lost did Sato chance upon an establishment was the same name as the one he was given. The boy didn’t even know what he was to be picking up from the store, and was instructed to merely inquire about it through his mother’s name. With about as much enthusiasm as a teen doing a chore could muster, Sato made his way to the store, or café, or whatever it was, and approached the somehow manager-y man standing by the entrance.

”Hello Sir, I’m here on behalf of a Hashimoto Saki. I believe you’ve been expecting me?”

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no she's dead rip in pieces

I can wait as long as need be to get Sato's persona btw because I still need to figure out his dungeon. We've come too far for my dedication to waver in the slightest.

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Posted again. Wrote it without stopping because I just want to go to bed rn. Maybe I should do that more often, considering how fast I was able to crank it out? Idk. I fear when I look back on it after sleeping and realize how bad it is.

I guess Sato's basically done for the day.

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Sato Hashimoto
// Warakuma High, Auditorium

Sato got an answer he half-expected. He mulled over it for a second in his head before answering Dragunov’s mirror question. ”My own type…? I guess it would be a girl who’s quiet and sweet, but can get what she wants if need be. Know what I mean? A girl who can look out for herself but isn’t afraid of looking out for others and being looked after.” The teen looked at the floor for a second before continuing. ”Basically a nice girl with spunk. Aesthetically, though, glasses are pretty much have a must-have. A bespectacled beauty is a step above a regular beauty.”

The boy shifted his weight to one hip and looked at Dragunov firmly. He was glad he was more of the gentle giant type, as having someone of his stature being all aggressive and rambunctious would be rather terrible. Having anyone being all aggressive and rambunctious is terrible anyway, Sato considered, but still. A swing from Dragunov would probably knock Sato out cold, or at least send him to the ground. Regardless, Sato had founded some kind of base for a potential friendship. He wasn’t sure how sturdy said base was but it was there and that was good at least. Their future as comrades was uncertain at best.

The conversation eventually died off until they were merely just in the presence of each other, and once Sato couldn’t bear the awkward silence any longer, the willowy teen wondered away from the lofty boy and found the closest person he knew, which turned out to be a girl from his class who had a shockingly similar personality to his own but had radically different interests. They found conversation in their quirks and thoughts that they somehow shared; often they shared the same sentiment towards keeping their interactions brief as to not run out of material to discuss. But somehow neither wanted to try to find someone else to talk to as they waited for Leiko to present the next thing on her drama agenda.

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Posted. Feels good to actually be doing something in the RP.

I kinda ran out of ideas about half-way through, but I didn't want to give you one question and Sato closing his eyes for a bit to work off of, so idk. Sato prefers the meganekkos.

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Sato Hashimoto
// Warakuma High, Auditorium

Sato leaned back a bit after standing next to the taller male. An unpleasant and unfamiliar scent drifted around Dragunov’s proximity, and it took him a while to place the smell to tobacco. He looked like the type of guy that would smoke under-aged, now that he thought about it. Maybe that was a rude thing to think. But it was times like that Sato was glad mind-reading wasn’t a thing. Dragunov was obviously a foreigner though, so maybe it was an acceptable thing from where he was originally from…

”My true calling? I guess it’d probably be… you know what? I don’t actually have a good answer to that.” The teen closed his eyes for a few seconds as Dragunov continued talking. What exactly constituted a ‘true calling’? What you like doing the most, or what you’re the best at? If it was the latter, archery would probably be the most fitting answer. Sure, he liked doing it, but Sato was confident that archery wasn’t his favorite thing around. It wasn’t a ‘true calling’ if he were to go by the former. The phrase started to irk him though, and he vowed to only say it once more. ”I get what you’re saying though. So, what would be your ‘true calling’?”

It was then that probably one of the most popular (at least, from the ones that were in drama) girl from his year strode past them both after writing something down on the sheet, a hop in her step as she walked over to two other girls to complete the Unholy Triangle of Feminine Popularity. Sato didn’t care for her. She spoke down to everyone, judged everyone way too harshly, and did it all while getting some of the worst marks Sato had ever seen. He pitied her parents, even. But he couldn’t deny that her looks betrayed her ugly personality. After half glaring, half trying to figure out whether that was her natural hair color or not, Sato turned his attention back to Dragunov and quickly came up with something to talk about besides ‘true callings’ vocations.

”What’s your type, Dragunov? Girls, I mean.”

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Sato Hashimoto
// Warakuma High, Auditorium

APRIL 21 2015, TUESDAY
After School

It was a slow day again. Most days were slow days. Sato didn’t particularly enjoy school very much, at least lately. But his school day woes were second to the fact that it was a drama day, and the teen found himself already in the auditorium before he could realize. People were only just starting to enter, and it appeared he was one of the first to arrive. The familiar cast of students poured into the room gradually (minus one or two, though he couldn’t quite place exactly who was missing), and, after waiting a bit to see if anyone else was going to come, the club president spoke up.

Hamada detailed her plan for running the auditions soon while Sato leaned against the closest wall, one of his favorite things to lean against. As she spoke, he considered what he’d be interested in. Ignoring whether the role called for his skill level, the boy’s mind almost instantly set on the protagonist role, and he found himself briskly walking towards the sign-up sheets almost immediately after Hamada was done talking. A few others got there before him, and as he waited for others to get out of the way, he looked at the roles they wrote their names for. Someone else was going to try for the lead male, a few took supporting roles, and someone wrote their name for main antagonist. Alexai Dragunov, the towering guy before him wrote down.

After the man stepped away from the sheet, Sato closed in before someone else could and scrawled under the male lead, in small and elegant characters: Hashimoto, Sato. The slender boy turned away from the form on his heel and looked around for no reason. The brawny student was still there, apparently just waiting out for more instruction. Sato himself didn’t have anything to do beside wait as well, so he figured it’d be at least a time killer to attempt to strike a conversation with the guy.

After he positioned himself to the right of the man, Sato looked (up) at him and said the first thing that came to mind. ”Dragunov, right? I'm Sato Hashimoto. Nice to meet you.” He slid one hand into his pocket while he bowed a bit. ”If we both get what we want, we’ll be protagonist and antagonist. Squaring off against each other. I doubt I’ll actually get the role though. We’ve got some real talent this year, and acting isn’t exactly my one true calling. Do you think you’ll get the role you wanted?”