005/017 | ❝A million miles away...❞

[acceptedoblivion]

Characters: Catchall post for Yu and Ira.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match you.
Setting: See prompts.
Summary: Yu - Backdated stuff from post-Infiltration, acknowledging Rise's disappearance, and then shadows. (will be adding more later) Ira - casually laughing at the irony of shadows of Nobodies he hates.
Warnings: Sometimes being a Persona protagonist sucks outside of October onward. Alternatively, being alive for only three days can be a blessing.

	Tues., 13th of August - Mailroom [It wasn't often that he checked his mailbox - once a week was the norm sometimes. Yet today was the exception, as he moved to check his he couldn't help but feel a bit of dread. Bad enough that he had seen a couple shadows trailing him at a distance. Tch. Is this what that scientist was talking about? He thinks bitterly to himself. Talk about iro- What was this? A nametag? Ira turns it over once or twice before crumpling it up and tossing it over his shoulder into a trash bin And, with a roll of the eyes, he begins walking away. Nice try, Jason. He isn't subscribing to your antics. Eheehee...]
	Wed., 14th of August - Beach [He doesn't know what brought him here to the beach. Maybe it was because it was quiet, maybe it was just some kind of nostalgia. No matter how fake he knew it was, at least it was-- A fake beach? How fitting. After all, you don't even have real memories. Why, I'd say you belong here. Don't. you. think~? Ehee~] Cut it out, Larxene. [What's this? Is the broken toy still pretending to have a spine? The big, creepy, white grin of one of the shadows surrounding him grew even more. And here I thought you still cared more for that witch. You left her to fade into something less than even a shadow like you, you know~ Now, what does that say about you? Something in him freezes up as red begins to seep into his vision. It's true, he did leave the one person he'd cared about (a lie), but...] Funny. Since you're the shadow, now! [But does that make you any less a puppet? He whirled to face the other, nearly acting like a caged animal. After all, all you did was get another group pulling your strings. First Vexen, then Marluxia and Larxene, then me, and now that...pig guy? Ira brings both hands to his head, covering his ears as he fights a bout of dizziness.] Shut up! [He is going to kill you, Jason, if his creator shows up next.]
	Thurs., 16th of August - Floor 6 [Perhaps it was luck, that he had no future for him. He didn't have to worry like the others, even as his violet collar lost a bit of color while he jumped through corridor after corridor, soon arriving in the forest and refusing to leave. He had his little collection of shadows - ghosts who kept taunting, one remaining silent even as a few more chimed in. That one didn't have to say anything - he knew the scent and body language all too well, even in his fake memories. Though, one of them was new.] What? Come to join the taunting, too? [Riku...] And how many times do I have to say it? I'm not Riku. [Ya sure did mess up just like Riku, though! Another quacked. Ugh, he was beginning to see why real thing's memories - however modified his versions were - said that they got along like Vexen and a chakram. Donald.. What? It's true! Hey, enough of that! But you know... he is right. Et tu, Sora? I mean, I wanna help you - and I meant what I said about you, but...] ...Save it. [He turns away, trying not to listen to the shadow people any further. Though no matter what he doesn't say as he tries to escape them like he always escaped confrontation he couldn't cut down (running from it), one thing was for certain. 'Sora... out of anyone I met, I wish you were able to live instead of me.']
	Mon., 5th of August - 2nd Dorm Floor [When the usual nightmare woke him up, everything seemed to be the usual pace of Helltower. Everything was the same. Same roommates, same new person he just kept missing on the door. Same faces and wish to not get stabbed in his sleep as per the norm. However, when he walked out of the dorm room, there was something very much absent from the door across the hall. There was no Rise Kujikawa listed. Strength seemed to leave his knees at the sight. She... she was gone? ... It felt like a scalpel had just pierced his chest, even though he knew there wasn't one there especially since it had pierced his neck but not like he knows this. He doesn't even know if there are tears or he's just in shock. Though he probably should have prepared himself, just in case the inevitable happened... Too late, now.]
	Mon., 12th of August - Mailroom [It was a typical, everyday thing that Yu would come to the mailroom floor. He liked to keep up to date with things, and they tended to leave notes in the mailboxes when something was about to go down. Yet when he glimpsed something orange in his, something in the back of his head told him to simply close it again and not...open it again. Yet morbid curiosity was beginning to win. What could it be? And why did they seem so familiar? He reaches in, hand shooting back when he felt something gooey against plastic and foam. Suddenly he was glad he hadn't eaten yet, or he might have been physically ill. These were... ... He suddenly didn't want to think about it, anymore. Even when a couple shadow children drew closer to him, one even vaguely motioning to the contents he didn't want anything to do with. Yet he carefully pulls the object out, careful not to touch where there was blood. Only when he pulled it out completely did he realize why. These were his headphones. Yosuke's headphones. But... wasn't Yosuke still here? Wait, that's right. They were... I thought we were in this together, partner. Why the hell did you leave us behind?!' Subconsciously, his grip tightens on the headphones.] Damn you to hell, Jason. [This was what was on that computer when they ran past.... wasn't it.]