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towerofanimus2012-05-12 09:30 pm
busstopsign) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-12 09:30 pm
2ND BUS STOP | MAZES, HEALING & HUNTING [OPEN]
Characters: Shinjiro and anyone else who wishes to interact with him
Setting: Various locations!Fabulous prizes!
Format: Any is fine; I'll follow your lead (I started in prose but do action if you want!)
Summary: A guy who goes around places trying not to think too much about the maze and what happened there.
Warning: SMT is suffering. Persona 3 is suffering.
[DORMITORIES - Backdated to the first day after awakening (Locked to Jin)]
The numbness subsided and he stood up, rubbing his head.
He...wasn't sure what to think, and looked down at his hands, before rubbing his head. Had he really...why was Castor back again it was...
No. No it wasn't Castor anymore. No matter how real everything had felt, those last four days of seeing the orphanage burn again and again, how hurtful it had all been he...he wasn't sure if he wanted to see Minako right now. What if it suddenly...no he needed to stop thinking like that! Concentrate on other things!
There were people to thank, as much as he hated thanking anyone. Shinjiro didn't like to owe favors. Others he needed to talk with. Like that asshole in a bed close to his, still sleeping. How do you even talk with a guy who killed you? Didn't know. Probably was having his own demons to fight off, after all. Maybe it was pity he felt, but...whatever. They needed to talk. He'd wait.
[LEVEL 32 - FLOATING ISLAND (no powers)]
It felt odd, not having the sound of any Persona in the back of his head. Knowing that he was, for a short while, just simply a human. It...felt nice at times, although with the situation, he was getting more and more thankful for the fact he could call upon then.
Regardless, the food this month was a farce. That could not do. A series of bags with him, Shinji was busy gathering roots, fruits and leaves. What he could dry later, he would, but most were going to be used in cooking.
If they didn't provide it, he'd make it himself...maybe a nice mushroom soup.
[LEVEL 25 - FLOWER MEADOW]
Most people only saw them as gifts to give to a beloved one (and to be fair a few of these might be going towards this goal) but for the most part, Shinjiro was picking up roses, clovers, dandelions and lavender. He could prepare tea with some of them, and use the others in his cooking to make a salad.
[LEVEL 15 - WORKSHOP]
For the past few days, Shinjiro had spent most of his time on the 15th level, using the forging tools and materials available to him. That labyrinth had sealed it for him, in a way, and he wasn't going to get caught empty-handed for any reason. If he didn't have his axe, he'd make himself one no matter how long it took. But first, there were a few people he needed to thank, for their help...
[This part is opened to everyone but England, Minami and Minako, if you want to meet him this week, he will have something to give you.]
[LEVEL 11 - OPEN AREA, WATERFALLS, NIGHTFALL]
Floor Eleven. The sound of the waterfalls should be soothing, but Shinjiro wasn't here to admire the view or to plummet himself to death. He was waiting for the night to fall, and the rainbows to flip over. Relenting was hard for him, but he knew he needed to practice fighting more. Was it safe to go by himself? Nope. Did he care? Not really.
He needed the practice and alone or with someone and he was going to do it right here...
[LEVEL 6 - FOREST]
Just eating plants wasn't going to be enough, of course. The animals here might be twisted - the birds might have teeth, but they were still, to their very basic, animals. Meat.
He was a cook, he knew how to cut and take care of one. But he'd never actually hunted for them before. A guy like Shinjiro wasn't the definition of someone who'd be good for that kind of stuff either. Which is why he was using his persona instead. Augustus had a lance. That seemed like the best course of action, in this case.
He just needed to find something large enough so he could feed more of them...but that came with its own dangers, didn't it?
[LEVEL 3 - LIBRARY]
Aki would be laughing at him. Him? In the library? You could almost think he was becoming studious! In reality, he was busy looking at cookbooks, trying to enhance his knowledge a little more - hell if he'd ever be caught dead reading wildlife magazines before, but now they actually were teaching him something.
He sat in one of the chairs, a stack of cookbooks and Wildlife's finest on a table nearby.
[LEVEL 1 - KITCHEN]
The first thing you might have notice, if you were the type to go snooping into one of the fridges was a few animals hung with hooks and dripping blood (but don't worry, he had found a pots for all that liquid to go into). Meat wasn't made to be eaten the day an animal died, but it was still a pretty grisly sight for those unprepared for it. Shinjiro hadn't cut and diced it yet, waiting a day more for the meat to rest.
Meanwhile, he was making what looked to be a few vegetarian dishes, and quite possibly cursing the lack of well...ANYTHING this month. At least his chest had come with some salt for his cooking. Next month he'd seriously have to think about stealing things from here or at least drying and smoking it so it could be preserved for later when they decided to pull stunts like this.
Setting: Various locations!
Format: Any is fine; I'll follow your lead (I started in prose but do action if you want!)
Summary: A guy who goes around places trying not to think too much about the maze and what happened there.
Warning: SMT is suffering. Persona 3 is suffering.
[DORMITORIES - Backdated to the first day after awakening (Locked to Jin)]
The numbness subsided and he stood up, rubbing his head.
He...wasn't sure what to think, and looked down at his hands, before rubbing his head. Had he really...why was Castor back again it was...
No. No it wasn't Castor anymore. No matter how real everything had felt, those last four days of seeing the orphanage burn again and again, how hurtful it had all been he...he wasn't sure if he wanted to see Minako right now. What if it suddenly...no he needed to stop thinking like that! Concentrate on other things!
There were people to thank, as much as he hated thanking anyone. Shinjiro didn't like to owe favors. Others he needed to talk with. Like that asshole in a bed close to his, still sleeping. How do you even talk with a guy who killed you? Didn't know. Probably was having his own demons to fight off, after all. Maybe it was pity he felt, but...whatever. They needed to talk. He'd wait.
[LEVEL 32 - FLOATING ISLAND (no powers)]
It felt odd, not having the sound of any Persona in the back of his head. Knowing that he was, for a short while, just simply a human. It...felt nice at times, although with the situation, he was getting more and more thankful for the fact he could call upon then.
Regardless, the food this month was a farce. That could not do. A series of bags with him, Shinji was busy gathering roots, fruits and leaves. What he could dry later, he would, but most were going to be used in cooking.
If they didn't provide it, he'd make it himself...maybe a nice mushroom soup.
[LEVEL 25 - FLOWER MEADOW]
Most people only saw them as gifts to give to a beloved one (and to be fair a few of these might be going towards this goal) but for the most part, Shinjiro was picking up roses, clovers, dandelions and lavender. He could prepare tea with some of them, and use the others in his cooking to make a salad.
[LEVEL 15 - WORKSHOP]
For the past few days, Shinjiro had spent most of his time on the 15th level, using the forging tools and materials available to him. That labyrinth had sealed it for him, in a way, and he wasn't going to get caught empty-handed for any reason. If he didn't have his axe, he'd make himself one no matter how long it took. But first, there were a few people he needed to thank, for their help...
[This part is opened to everyone but England, Minami and Minako, if you want to meet him this week, he will have something to give you.]
[LEVEL 11 - OPEN AREA, WATERFALLS, NIGHTFALL]
Floor Eleven. The sound of the waterfalls should be soothing, but Shinjiro wasn't here to admire the view or to plummet himself to death. He was waiting for the night to fall, and the rainbows to flip over. Relenting was hard for him, but he knew he needed to practice fighting more. Was it safe to go by himself? Nope. Did he care? Not really.
He needed the practice and alone or with someone and he was going to do it right here...
[LEVEL 6 - FOREST]
Just eating plants wasn't going to be enough, of course. The animals here might be twisted - the birds might have teeth, but they were still, to their very basic, animals. Meat.
He was a cook, he knew how to cut and take care of one. But he'd never actually hunted for them before. A guy like Shinjiro wasn't the definition of someone who'd be good for that kind of stuff either. Which is why he was using his persona instead. Augustus had a lance. That seemed like the best course of action, in this case.
He just needed to find something large enough so he could feed more of them...but that came with its own dangers, didn't it?
[LEVEL 3 - LIBRARY]
Aki would be laughing at him. Him? In the library? You could almost think he was becoming studious! In reality, he was busy looking at cookbooks, trying to enhance his knowledge a little more - hell if he'd ever be caught dead reading wildlife magazines before, but now they actually were teaching him something.
He sat in one of the chairs, a stack of cookbooks and Wildlife's finest on a table nearby.
[LEVEL 1 - KITCHEN]
The first thing you might have notice, if you were the type to go snooping into one of the fridges was a few animals hung with hooks and dripping blood (but don't worry, he had found a pots for all that liquid to go into). Meat wasn't made to be eaten the day an animal died, but it was still a pretty grisly sight for those unprepared for it. Shinjiro hadn't cut and diced it yet, waiting a day more for the meat to rest.
Meanwhile, he was making what looked to be a few vegetarian dishes, and quite possibly cursing the lack of well...ANYTHING this month. At least his chest had come with some salt for his cooking. Next month he'd seriously have to think about stealing things from here or at least drying and smoking it so it could be preserved for later when they decided to pull stunts like this.
Being SMT is suffering, and all.
Because they've been through enough crap! If I can stop them from getting hurt, even a little, then it's worth it! They're my family.
[Ken puts more stress on the last word than he intended, but it's out there before he can stop it.]
They're my family. And I'm going hold onto them until I can't any longer, because we need each other. I'm tired of them hurting. I'm tired of seeing them put through stuff like this. I just want them to have some peace.
Pretty much.
Tch. Sounds exactly like the Ken I know would say.
[You're both idiots. Dumb, stupid, caring idiots with a destiny far too shattering for that age...]
Think about it. You think they'll have any peace knowing that if they mess up, you get to suffer for it? It ain't a question about how much you care for them. Hell, I know Strega's suffered through a load of shit. [He knows a lot more than you might think, Ken.] But they care about you, dumbass. That's why they're angry at you. I'd be pissed off if the Ken I knew tried to pull the same shit.
Precious broken babies.
[He's been through enough of this shit. They all have. But they've been through more than he has, so it's his turn to carry some of the burden.]
And I care about them. Is it so bad to want to protect someone you care about?
[He's just staring pointedly back at him... and slowly realizing they're more alike than he thought.]
Maybe not broken completely forever.
You sure about that? You could always ask. Not that they'd listen.
[Someone is still bitter about the lack of ingredients in the kitchen. He stops speaking at that second statement. Minako's image flashes in his head and he flinches before answering. You saw him freak out in the maze, you'd know.]
...no it's not. But you just don't rush in there to be the hero without a plan!
[You know. Like Shinjiro. Who always has a plan and---okay wait no.]
Hopefully not.
[He doesn't even need to say anything.]
Then again this is SMT
He knows that he's just said something that is pretty much a double standard, but he's way too proud to admit it. He just groans in annoyance.]
True... :Ta
[He does have his integrity okay. :| ]
Besides... I'm... I'm scared for them, okay? I don't want them losing it. I don't want them to hurt each other.
When it isn't people emoing at each other, it's the world ending or giant towers
You...can't really plan for that. They need to want to change for anything to happen.
[As he all-to-clearly knows when he offered Jin his pills and Jin was like
Or butterflies.
[He wants to help. He can't do it for them, as much as he wants to. But he doesn't know how to give them the right push.]
Or demon summong
[He shrugs a bit.]
Not sure who he was talking about. Probably other Persona users.
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There really are a lot of us here.
[It's kind of weird. He's not sure how he feels about it.]
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[At least from his world. Although he has a feeling, it's the same in a lot of the others.]
...yeah. Different ways of summoning too.
[He should know. He switched himself. So it's possible to move around. You just have to stop being too thick headed and proud for it.]
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[Is he... actually having a civil conversation with Shinjiro? What is this madness.]
I've gotten so used to using my Evoker... it feels like I've been using it forever, even though it really hasn't been all that long.
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Tch. It's...different with the way I'm doing it now. Not caused by the stress of that gun against your face just...warmth, I guess.
[HOW DO YOU EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE IT. It's like comparing a visit to the horror house to a roller-coaster. They both produce adrenaline but by entirely different methods.
...Actually that's a prefect way to describe it, if only he had, you know, actually GONE to a carnival.]
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[He's just not used to warmth anymore, aside from the few moments of it he can get when nothing much is going on.]
Is...
[This is awkward.]
Did everything turn out okay with Castor?
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Y-yeah. It did.
[How do you even tell him about what that shadow said regarding his mother and how another death trigged all of it...he finds that he can't and doesn't say much after that. In a way he's almost terrified speaking about it.]
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[And... also he's starting to respect you. A tiny bit. Not much.]
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[Wow it's all he can say and that's not even a word. Good job, Ken. Even Aki had a hard time shutting him this much up. But at least he's not completely out of it and maybe smiling a tiny bit. But what now...]
...your spear's damaged, isn't it.
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[How does I shot metalworks. 8( ]
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[He's never really worked with spears but considering he's been doing work on Minako's Naginata, he does have some knowledge.]
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...did you re-wield this yourself?
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He puts the weapon on the table and starts to look around at the various planks of reinforced metal, looking at the various cylindrical ones. After he picks a few of them, he comes back and hands on that's about a feet taller than him with one hand, unsure if it was too heave for him or not. Shinjiro had trouble estimating his own strength, after all.]
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... This one works.
[He hands it back to Shinjiro.]
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