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Private With No Heart to Steal

Discussion in 'The Calamity' started by Ren Amamiya, Sep 6, 2018.

  1. Ren Amamiya

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    The Calamity


    Something was happening, and they had no idea what. It...felt similar to Momentos becoming one with reality, but everyone seemed to notice it and they weren't disappearing. Also, there was a distinct lack of bones randomly jutting out and across the sky. Instead, it was...smaller. Phones didn't work anymore, the sun no longer visible; sky a permanent twilight. Eerie cracks appearing randomly, that seemed to lead to nothing but emptiness. Earthquakes shaking the world in bursts, before leaving an eerie stillness in their wake. It was...unnerving. Normally the Phantom Thieves were at the heart of the problem - especially with this sort of thing. But for once, they knew nothing. No signs, no mentions, no...anything. The path to the source of the mysterious...whatever this was, completely lost to them.

    And Ren hated it. There...had to be something they could do, right? They had the Metaverse again. And they were the Phantom Thieves. They could do this. Just the...this was the problem. No enemies really even vaguely foreshadowing to any of this. Yeah, the Phantom Thieves weren't the most popular at that moment - but nobody had threatened them, really. Nobody had even whispered about...whatever this was.

    So they gathered at a pizza shop in Pandora Town - local newspapers strewn across the table, as others dug through the internet for clues. They would find something.

    Ren's elbows leaned on the table as he scrolled through his phone - reading articles about unusual things that had slipped through his notice before things had started to go wrong. Something about the cracks, something about the animals. He quietly bookmarked it, before taking a bite of his pizza; knee bouncing under the table.


     
  2. Futaba Sakura

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    She wasn't sure why she was there- well, besides the fact that Makoto was very hard to say no to sometimes. Half of Futaba was glad that she'd been told about this and it was pointed out that not being there, meeting her old friends, was silly. The other half was terrified of the feeling of being around them, and happy, and then having it all crumble around her again. Worse, she wasn't as much of the 'herself' she'd been before coming here as she might have liked. Bouncing between 'safe houses' and friend's hideouts, eating what she could scrounge and hiding from LexTech hadn't done her any favors. Not being able to use her electronics hadn't either. It was like dying of thirst under a waterfall because you couldn't swallow.

    But she went anyway, one foot in front of the other, because she couldn't help it. The pizza place was one of the nicer places she'd been in the past few months and as she hid in the hood of her large hoodie, now frayed and thin in places as she watched everything from behind her glasses. A familiar, tall, dark-haired figure leaning over his phone. Slowly she started toward it, then hesitated, looking at her hands- so normal looking, but if she got too close it might fry his tech too. That kept her back and she sidled along the wall toward the claw machine that seemed to exist in every pizza place that had ever existed. She could see the table, the papers, but hopefully no one would think to notice her. At least not yet.
     
  3. Makoto Niijima

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    They were honestly lucky everyone's chat messages had gone through before the phones started to get weird, or Makoto wouldn't have realized they were all trying to gather. This entire day was unnerving. The endless twilight, the haphazardly changing stars, the quakes than ran through all of Pandora.... It was all very end-of-times. the City Guard wasn't sure what to do at the moment, and so as they gathered themselves, Makoto took the opportunity to head over to the pizza shop. This didn't seem like something normal law enforcement could solve, and she had a feeling she'd get more answers talking with the rest of her friends than patrolling the streets anyway.

    Makoto entered not long after Futaba did, and spotted Ren over at a table, studying newspapers. A smaller figure in a familiar, worn out hoodie was lurking nearby, but Makoto only lingered on Futaba for a few seconds, satisfied enough to see her outside and in one piece. She had shown up, and that was all Makoto could ask of her right now.

    "I think the earthquakes are getting worse..." she mumbled, sitting down beside Ren. "Heard some reports about a collapsed building on the police scanner. It was already evacuated but still..."
     
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    Something was wrong. Margaret could tell that, tell it from how hard it was becoming to keep what was going on out of the Velvet Room from affecting the Room itself. Her fortune-tellings had shown nothing but despair, the end of the world. Most importantly, there was no culprit. It had come with the Velvet Room, a sense of what was going on in the Sea of Souls that this place had, the Collective Unconscious. And there was nothing. No gods made of human cognition, formed from human desire. Nothing. Not even Nyx, or Erebus. Neither of them existed here.

    It was if the world had decided to end on its own, tear itself apart of its own accord. No cause, no reason.

    Just destruction.

    And it was going to get worse. That much Margaret was sure of, that much she knew. So she had a decision. Her master had made the duty of the Velvet Room very clear. More than anything else, they helped, but they didn't interfere.They were guides only. Even what Elizabeth was doing was on the edge of what was allowed. They weren't supposed to interfere. They were guides only.

    But her master was not here, and the world was ending.

    It was her decision. Hers, and hers alone.

    Margaret didn't know what to do. She turned to the cards one last time, but couldn't bring herself to turn them over, to find out the truth.

    In the end, the Velvet Room made the decision for her, shifting and changing, becoming a mock-up of a cafe, done in blue velvet, as always. There was kitchen, empty of any food, even a bench. The music still played, though not on anything.

    And in the pizza place, visible only to the Phantom Thieves, a familiar glowing blue door appeared, where it had not been before.

    In that moment, Margaret made her decision. Some things were more important than not getting involved. It seemed that the Room, a embodiment of Philemon's power, agreed with her. The door opened, and, for the first time, Margaret saw the real world.

    It was underwhelming.

    More importantly, it was ending. The ground was shaking, ever so slightly, and there was no moon, no sun, only a faint smattering of stars. "All of you," she said assertively, meeting Ren's eyes with her own, letting him see the worry, the desperation in them, "need to come with me. Otherwise you may not live much longer."
     
  5. Ren Amamiya

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    Ren's eyes narrowed at his phone as it slowly stopped functioning. The ability to text or call had gone away awhile ago - but the pizzerias WiFi had been holding on. But...that didn't seem to be the case anymore. The loading bar giving up, presenting him with an error message about the DNS server. He sighed - annoyed - as his eyes fell to the newspapers in front of him; glancing up in time to see someone walk over to the claw machine.

    "Hey Futaba," his eyes dropping back to the newspapers - a smile brushing his lips, "Been awhile."

    While all of the Phantom Thieves had turned into a piece of his family, Futaba and Sojiro were...different. A gap where his own family had left once his probation started - filled by a cafe and the family that owned it. Futaba the little sister he never had, Sojiro the father he always wanted.

    The smile widened slightly, as he flipped the pages of the newspaper before him - continuing to not be able to find any clues to...anything. The weird events were connected, somehow...maybe. But he was still so new to Pandora, he didn't know the rules. He didn't know how any of this worked. The Metaverse even operated differently here - Velvet Room too.

    How could he try to win this game, if he couldn't even see the board in front of him?

    Ren's eyes lifted once more as Makoto entered - offering her a nod.

    "Glad they're safe," he scratched his neck, "I...haven't found anything," a touch of irritation pulling at his brow, "There was mention of the cracks before twilight-hour stuck. More...butterflies than normal. A few scattered reports of animals acting weird. But this all seems...natural. Not like something we could fix," it didn't feel good to say out loud.

    Ren took a bite of the pizza he had half-forgotten in front of him, shaking his head.

    Another earthquake shook the place as a familiar blue door appeared - Ren's eyes widening, idly wondering if the others could see it. The Velvet Room had only been a place the others had gone, when the Metaverse and real world had collided - because they...ceased to exist. Each thrown into their own cell until he was able to talk them out of it.

    But this was new.

    Margaret opened the door - gaze meeting Ren's - as she instructed them all to get inside.
    Not just Ren.

    "Come on," he shoved himself up as another tremor hit - having to catch himself on the table in order to not fall.

    After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed the pizza that had barely been touched. Since he had been alone when he ordered it, they had already placed it in a to-go box...not believing other people would be joining him.

    Or that he could eat an entire pizza himself.
    ...Which he could.

    Pizza in hand, Ren quickly went through the blue door - hoping Margaret had some answers for whatever the hell was going on.

     
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    Makoto came in and Oracle acknowledged her with a brief glance before she looked down again, but didn't follow immediately behind. Futaba hadn't been sure Ren would recognize her. People came from different times and he'd met her after Makoto, Inari, Morgana, Ann and Ryuji. What if he was from before her Palace? The little thoughts ate at the back of her mind as she stared at the claw machine as if willing it to win. A crackle of electricity covered her fingers as she pulled them away fast, wincing being her glasses. The pain was quickly abated as she heard a familiar voice though and she startled, then looked in Joker's direction, mouth slightly agape. He remembered, or someone told him, or-

    She started to slowly edge that way without realizing it, hands tucked into her sleeves as she made her way, step by tiny step. "Yeah, awhile," she agreed quietly, smiling a little. It was nice to have Adoptabro back again. He was talking to Makoto, going over papers like there was a real case and everything. Outside was weird, and this wasn't Leblanc, but it was like the old times again, a little.

    Then the quake started and Futaba froze where she was, glancing around quickly and shuffling toward a booth more quickly, keeping her footing as well as she could. A tremor had started in her hands and feet and spread through her, even as she tried to forestall it by digging her fingers into the wood of the booth. Immediately, as if by reflex, her eyes turned toward Makoto and Ren and she hurried their way, grabbing Makoto's arm and using it to keep her balance as she stared at the quivering ground. The woman with the blue outfit and the glowing doorway was at the back of her mind even now- until she spoke. Inside? There?!

    Ren went through and she glanced at Makoto quickly, almost apologetically. This was what they did. Ren went, they went, because he led them. Even when he'd been gone ages, he was still the Joker and they were just the Thieves and the Cards. Immediately she dashed in after him, clutching her hoodie around herself and scooting around the strange lady as she did so.
     
  7. Makoto Niijima

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    It was good to see Futaba start to relax again, especially since she used to feel safer around Ren. It must've been difficult losing so many people to the shifting nature of Pandora, but she didn't deserve to have to lock herself away from the world again because of it.

    "Oh, so it's a natural born disaster then. That's a relief..." Makoto said to Ren, unable to stop the sarcasm from coming out after listening to his findings. It was partially to delay her oen concern over the situation. If this Pandora-wide occurance wasn't directly caused by something, then what could they do to help? The answer was clearly nothing, but that wasn't acceptable enough.

    Another tremor ran through the city, and Makoto grabbed the bolted down table for stability as it passed. Futaba held on to her other arm, and she could feel her shaking independently from the natural disaster. Makoto slowly stood up and allowed herself to be her support, still holding the table.

    "It'll pass soon..." she said under her breath to her, just as a door appeared. A blue door. A blue door that just opened for a white haired woman in a blue uniform with piercing yellow eyes. The eyes of a Shadow or some otherworldly being, maybe. Makoto didnt move as Margaret spoke. Was that a threat, warning, or both?

    Ren, for reasons she couldn't fathom, told them to follow and walked right through the doorway. He even took the pizza box, to her slight annoyance. She hadn't even gotten a slice yet. To her surprise, Futaba darted in after him? Were they both crazy? Maybe, but she wanted explainatioms first before she followed a stranger into an ominous portal.

    "...Who are you, and where are you trying to take us?" Makoto asked, locking eyes with Margaret. The air shifted, and her clothes changed to her familiar Phantom Thief outfit, causing her to looked at herself in confusion. This wasn't the Metaverse, so why...?
     
  8. Margaret

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    Margaret was glad when Ren didn't ask questions, just entered. It was a sign of trust that she was glad that she earned (RANK UP! The Moon, Rank 2). Compared to how he had acted when they had first met, it was a relief beyond relief, to know that he trusted her that much. Enough to trust his teammates with her, too.

    Margaret had to do her best to keep that trust.

    The Hermit darted in after Ren, trusting him, and by extension, her, implicitly, another relief. But the High Priestess was doubting, suspicious, and Margaret wasn't sure if she had the time or the words to explain. Not here, not when the world was breaking and the safety of her charge (charges, she couldn't forget Tatsuya even if she couldn't find him for some reason) was at stake. "My name is Margaret," she replied, the answers faster than they would usually be, more frantic than Margaret's usual calm air of gentle kindness, "and this world is ending. Please, High Priestess."

    There was no reason for the Metaverse clothes to appear. At least, not from what Ren had told her. Unless... "It appears that the world itself views you as an enemy, because it has no master," she continued, surprise in her eyes, but still the worry, the ever-present worry, the need that she felt to see these children, who had come so far without the proper guidance, without the help that all the others had had.

    Those inside the Velvet Room would see a surprisingly accurate version of LeBlanc, but in blue velvet, and there were only one table, a large round one with a blue tablecloth. a group of comfortable cushioned chairs (also in blue), around them. One chair stood out from the others, being taller than the others, with a higher back, but the others were all the same. There was no food in sight, though, despite there being a kitchen and bench.
     
  9. Ren Amamiya

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    LeBlanc.

    Ren's eyes widened as he stood just inside the door of the Velvet Room. Typically, it was a prison. His prison. The one that was held within his heart, due to how his life had fallen. Once, he had been free from the chains while in the room. Cell door open, with Velvet Room attendants wishing to help, and not harm nor threaten. With how things had transpired after the fight against a wayward God...apparently he had regressed. It was something that genuinely bothered him - eyes refusing to close, when fatigue pulled at him.

    Then he found Morgana and would have to fake sleep, until it finally found him.

    Hearing someone follow him in through the door - he stepped aside; eyes still taking in the details of the home he hadn't stopped thinking about since being arrested that final time. It was...how he killed time, while locked away. Recounting the curry recipe to every fine detail. Remembering the thick smell of coffee, curry, and cigarettes mixed together downstairs. How the third stool at the counter squeaked. The general din of a few costumers enjoying their coffee; idle conversations, gentle clinking of glasses, the static whisper of the old TV.

    Then he woke up here, and realized he'd never see it again.
    But here it was.

    Ren shifted the pizza box to one hand, quickly wiping his eyes - as he wandered further into the cafe. Setting down the pizza box on one of the booth's tables, he glanced back to see Futaba and offered her a smile.

    But...no Makoto?

    Margaret was still at the door, probably trying to convince her to come in.
    He...really should have explained what was going on.

    And then, something happened.
    What, exactly, he didn't know. Clothing suddenly shifting to his Joker attire - causing him to stare down at his bright-red hands.

    "It appears that the world itself views you as an enemy, because it has no master."

    He could hear Margaret's voice from the door - really...not liking the answer. It was like the Metaverse and reality had come together again. Things were breaking - just like then - but differently.

    Ren didn't like this one bit.
    Stay calm.

    He shifted the feel down, taking a deep breath.

    And opened the pizza box, before leaning his back against one of the seats by the counter, "Pizza is actually pretty good," he motioned at it with his chin, before glancing over at Futaba.
     
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    With all of the blue it took Futaba a moment to recognize the familiar, homey details of Leblanc under it all- but she did, and her brow furrowed in confusion and a painful twinge of nostalgia. A lot of Pandora seemed to be made of hollow echoes, copies of the code of worlds, and this reminded her of it- maybe not intentionally, but with a sharp edge anyway. She drew in a low breath and glanced around behind her glances, looking at the bar, then at the one weird table that Sojiro would never have in here. A small detail, but wrong anyway, and small and wrong things stuck out to the hacker, because that was all she could see. Her nerves were soothed by Ren's presence though. If he was alright with this, maybe it wasn't so bad. Even if it did bring up some very weird memories of less fun times.

    As his costume flashed into being so did hers, green lines glowing against the blues, and she looked at her hands before glancing up again. Makoto hadn't followed the two of them, and the white-haired lady hadn't come with them either; what were they doing out there. Considering the chairs, and Ren's pizza, which smelled better than anything she could remember in a long time, she smiled a little at him, her stomach rumbling quietly. But a moment of indecision made her freeze and she turned back toward where she'd come in, walking back to the door cautiously and sticking her head out, goggles over her head. "Queen, it's safe. Just a fuzzy blue Leblanc. Kinda weird but no shaking," she told her friend, ever trying to convey the info required like a good Support Character. "Might be a save point! Come on!"

    With that she withdrew back inside and fidgeted with her hands for a moment, glancing around again and trying to take in as many idiosyncracies as she could while walking back to the table. "Ren, is this like the Palace places, where we'd rest? Or the.. other thing?" she asked him quietly, choosing a chair and crouching in it, then reaching carefully for a slice of pizza. "Who is the lady? ...You know, it's a really weird day. But I'm glad to see you." At the last thing a faint smirk came over her face before she took a bite of pizza.
     
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    The world was ending. Of course it was ending. Her Metaverse clothes were supposed to make her feel confident and in control, but now it was only one more sign of how wrong the atmosphere was. This wasn't meant to happen. The High Priestess, Margaret had called her. A Tarot card name. Makoto filed that away for later.

    Her instincts were like a spring coiled too tight, stuck between fearful self-preservation and the desire to follow her friends into the unknown, if only to protect them better. Anat didn't trust Margaret in particular either, but pushed for the latter option. Her Persona felt closer to reality than usual, and fighting was always a viable option. Futaba reappeared again, also dressed in the wrong clothes, and tried to convince her that it wasn't dangerous. That was enough to jolt her out of her stalemate, at least. Her fists clenched around her iron knuckles, and then relaxed.

    "... Alright then." Makoto looked at Margaret once more, and then walked past her into the strange, blue recreation of Leblanc. She stopped when she saw Joker and Oracle at a table, eating pizza, and crossed her arms. Makoto wasn't sure if she was upset with Joker or relieved that they weren't injured by his plan of strolling into uncharted territory with no explanation. She settled on glaring at him for a few seconds before examining the rest of the room.
     
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    Margaret, so quietly that it was unlikely anyone would hear her, sighed quietly in relief. It wasn't all of the Wild Card's Social Links, not even all of them currently in this odd dimension, but it was most of them, and it would do for now. She had to keep as many of them safe as she could. They were her charges, her protectorates, and she had to keep them safe.

    Even if she couldn't find Tatsuya for some reason. He was probably moving too fast for the Velvet Room to locate him. She hoped. She hoped that he wasn't dead already.

    Margaret quickly schooled her expression of worry back into neutrality, relief making the process a bit easier than it would be otherwise. The door closed after the High Priestess, the entry that was never meant to be there in the first place disappearing. She walked in, noticing the food brought from outside, and quietly glad of it, because she didn't know how long they would be here for, and humans needed to eat, even if she didn't. She composed herself, and walked in, sitting in the chair that was different to the rest, Compendium open before her. "Welcome, all of you, to the Velvet Room. My name is Margaret. I will gladly answer any questions you have."
     
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    Right, he probably should have explained what was going on, before going in. But...he really wasn't sure, either. He may have known who Margaret was and what the Velvet Room meant - but he didn't know why they were here. The Velvet Room door had only moved once, that he was aware of.

    And that was the last time the world was ending. Appearing just outside the ramp that led them to Yaldabaoth's doorstep. The thought wasn't encouraging...so he ignored it. Instead, he sat down at the booth after his clothing changed - glancing up as Futaba encouraged Makoto to come in. A smile pulled at his lips as she sat in that weird way that only Futaba could.

    He had missed her.

    "Sort of...like a safe room," he struggled for the right words - pulling his own mask so it sat within his messy hair. He didn't feel like having something blocking his face at the moment - especially since he was thinking of eating a bit more.

    "She's here to help," his eyes on the door for a moment, before returning to Futaba, "Yeah...it's...different," he frowned, grabbing his own slice, "I'm glad to see you too."

    He offered her a smile - glancing up as Makoto walked in. She'd...probably be annoyed he didn't explain what all of this was. So he waved, and offered a half-smile.

    "There's pizza."

    That would help.

    Margaret returned to the group - offering answers for any questions.

    "What's...happening outside?" Ren asked, flipping the pizza box around to offer some to both Makoto and Margaret.
     
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    MEANWHILE, ELSEWHERE IN PANDORA

    Another explosion rocked nearby, nearly tossing Tatsuya from his bike.

    "Tch!"

    Thugs had robbed an armory and were causing chaos, fire was everywhere, and Tatsuya cursed his lack of Persona. The only thing keeping him alive at this point was his motorcycle and driving.

    He recovered in time to round a corner and see a brute of a man with a rocket launcher on his shoulder and the biggest grin Tatsuya had ever seen. He had Tatsuya dead to rights, either side of the road was blocked by rubble or fire. The brute pulled the trigger, and Tatsuya watched the rocket fly out the opposite end, haphazardly launching into the billboard atop a nearby building.

    Tatsuya zoomed by, the brute shouting obscenities loud enough to be heard above the din. The last thing he saw of the man was him reaching into a bag and pulling out another rocket. He wouldn't be screwing up again- But could he make it to the next turn in time?

    That's when he saw it, the blue glow of a familiar door. It was three quarters the way down the street- He might be able to make that. If he didn't, he'd be dead. With Margaret inside, if he didn't close the door fast enough- Well, he'd probably still wind up dead with or without the blast.

    He and the bike gave all they could, he slid as close as he could. He heard the rush of air and fire behind him. He ripped open the door and leapt in from the sideways bike, just as the explosion went off behind him. It through him forward into the Velvet Room.

    He did his best to tuck and roll, kicking his feet forward just in time to land. The first several rolls lowered his inertia enough for him to be successful, and it thankfully the Velvet Room door had shut in time.

    He slowly stood, looking around himself. The Velvet Room was... Different. It wasn't a night club anymore, but a sort of cafe. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and noticed flames- He was on fire. He quickly tried to slap it out and succeeded. However, it forced him to see he was no longer wearing just his normal motorcycle outfit. He looked into a mirror and saw his entire outfit had changed- His helmet was different, and so were his clothes. They were still mostly colored red and black, but he had flame motifs and random bits of armor. He looked like someone from a biker gang- More Kawasaki than Harley Davidson. There was one element he didn't place immediately- He wasn't just a biker, he was a biker wearing Super Sentai motifs. Part of his outfit screamed Featherman R; his helmet and the webbing between his arms were callbacks to Red Hawk.

    That's, when he heard a loud noise, almost like a pot boiling- but more... Human? He spun on his heels to see several people standing in a doorway- one different than what he rolled in. Multiple doors? That was new.

    So were the people- All dressed in wild outfits like Tatsuya now was. He could clearly make out a frog and a...

    "...Joker?"

    There was no mistaking that motif. The mask around his eyes even vaguely looked like Juns mask. Tatsuya's blood ran cold.

    Cracks in the wall. Rumors running wild. Prophecies coming true. Butterflies appearing all over Pandora. A Joker. It couldn't be- Tatsuya called himself crazy for thinking things were repeating again. Margaret said that neither Philemon nor Nyarlathotep were here and he had come to trust her. But a Joker? He didn't know what to think. He just glowered through his helmet, trying to think of what to do.
     
  15. Futaba Sakura

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    Alignment:
    Chaotic Neutral
    Ren's agreement, that it was nice to see each other, brought a spark of enthusiasm to Futaba's eyes that had been missing for a long time. Her stomach quietly grumbled as she bit into her piece of pizza, eating far faster than she quite realized, but she smiled around the crust at her sort-of brother. He was quiet and calm while answering her questions but that wasn't so unusual, especially when he was more in Joker mode and being their cool, confident and understatedly sardonic leader, so the effect was very comforting in its own right. Makoto came in and that seemed to make things easier too, with the blue and white woman following her, and the door disappeared. A little family with a weird visiting aunt maybe? Taking another bite she watched the happenings through her thick glasses.

    Ren turned to ask Margaret and Makoto things and Futaba chewed and swallowed her bite as the sight of a faint blue door-shaped light caught the corner of her eye. Turning toward it curiously she took another bite, wondering if she should say something- and then the door opened, a bright red fire-like light shining through, loud noises, the smell of burning things, and a figure crashed in. Immediately the girl froze, mouth full, and watched as whoever it was fell to the floor, still a little blinded from the earlier light, and a screech left her mouth as she bolted up from her chair and backed a step or two away from whatever it was. There wasn't fire here, or danger, right? It was like a safe room.

    Swallowing the half-chewed bite down she gasped a little and stayed where she was, reaching for her goggles with slightly unsteady fingers.
     
  16. Margaret

    Margaret Persona

    Posts:
    22
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Velvet Room Attendant
    Location:
    The Velvet Room
    Race:
    ?
    Age:
    ?
    Alignment:
    Neutral Good
    Margaret looked at Ren, taking a seat slowly. "The world is... breaking, as if someone if destroying the very foundations," she replied. "It's chaos in the Otherworld." And it was taking so much effort to keep the Velvet Room stable, more than she was game to let on. She just needed to keep her focus, and everything would be fine.

    She thought.

    She hoped.

    Oh, she was being offered food. Pizza, Ren had called it? It seemed... odd. Like a savoury pastry, but not quite. A lot of cheese. Margaret shook her head gently. "Thank you," she said, "but I don't need to eat." She didn't know how long they'd have to be here, either. It was better that they keep the food for themselves, just in case. Well, she could probably summon some, but she wasn't sure that it would actually have any substance. The Velvet Room was strange that way.

    Margaret sat bolt upright as she felt an entry, a flicker at the edge of her consciousness. Who it was became clear abruptly, as Tatsuya made... an impressive entrance. He was on fire. Margaret stood up, fanning quickly through the Compendium. "Persona!" she called, and a tarot card (Judgement) appeared and shattered. Ardha appeared behind her, hovering slight awkwardly. "Mediarahan!" If there Tatsuya or any of the others were injured, they wouldn't be anymore. Ardha vanished, and the Compendium closed.

    She wasn't blind. And she remembered what had happened in Sumaru City, what she had been told. She knew what a Joker meant. "Calm yourself, Tatsuya," she chastised quietly. "Now," she continued, looking around. "I think some introductions are in order. "Ren, this is Tatsuya. The first Trickster. Tatsuya, this is Ren. A Wild Card, and a fellow Trickster. High Priestess, Hermit, this is the Sun."
     
  17. Makoto Niijima

    Makoto Niijima Persona

    Posts:
    149
    Gender:
    Female
    Occupation:
    Police Officer
    Location:
    Ark City
    Race:
    Human
    Age:
    18
    Alignment:
    Chaotic Good
    This place was called the Velvet Room then. A very fitting name, considering it's color palette, but it didn't give much info on what it was meant to be. There was no indication as to why Ren was so familiar with it, and how he knew Margaret from before today. A woman that was definitely not human, but not hostile either. And of course, his reaction to her accusing look was to offer pizza. She sighed and moved to sit down, deciding to let it go for the moment. Understanding why the whole world seemed to be sliding into a crisis was more important.

    And then a second door opened with a fiery burst, and a flaming man tumbled into the velvet cafe. A man that looked like a strange cross between a biker and a sentai hero. At Futaba's scream, she was already out of her chair and placing herself in between their table and this new figure, who was recovering from his entrance. And then he seemed to recognize Joker. She didn't like his reaction to noticing Ren. No, she didn't need to see the man's face to know that he wasn't happy. Makoto's hand reached up to touch her iron mask, already prickling with the familiar otherworldly blue flames that marked her Persona's power.

    Margaret flipped through the pages of her large book and summoned a completely different Persona, to her surprise. Margaret didn't even rip off a mask, but then again, Morgana didn't seem to need to either. Makoto recognized the name Ardha from studying in her free time and old classes though, a powerful Hindu god. It healed the biker's injuries near instantly, and then faded away. Was it stored in that book then? She didn't leave the fighting stance she had unconsciously slipped into though, even as Margaret spoke. Tatsuya was his name then. He was... a Trickster, like Ren? Did she mean that he also had a rebellious spirit, enough to fight Shadows? And once again, more Tarot Card were brought up. The High Priestess, The Hermit, The Sun... They must have important meanings and she wanted to figure them out.

    "... I'm still watching you," Makoto finally said, crossing her arms as she glared back at Tatsuya from behind her mask. She was not going to be intimidated by him.
     
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