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@inabancho-blog
( I used to RP as Yuu at a diff mfrp and gosh, I'm really liking your writing/characterization! Hope I get the chance to write with you on one of my muses! )
(ahh iâm so glad to hear that! i would love to write with you sometime, feel free to message me if you ever feel up to it! iâm almost always available somewhere and definitely open to much more interaction - a plot, a mini, or anything in between is fine with me!)
[ â ]Â Noticing that the silver haired male asking if he could seat himself in front of Junpei, the Magician merely nodded his approval for the other to take the seat. Maybe something about the Fool seemed to be interested. Or it could just be one of those sense of finally finding someone that experienced similar hardships. He sipped at his hot chocolate since he was craving for the sweet hot beverage. He leaned back in his seat as he looked at Yu for a few moments.
    âGo ahead. So where ya from?â
âEver hear of a place called Inaba?â
A punctual smile disappears into the rolled paper brim of his cup as he tentatively tests the temperature of his drink, hoping he wonât recoil from the heat with a scalded tongue.
Thankfully it seems warm enough to drink without any incident, and he canât help but notice that he speaks of the small town as if heâd been settled there as a permanent resident...
Itâs kind of funny, in a way. It doesnât make Yu miss it any less, though.
Kitty Collectors
The cats immediately scurried towards the guy with silver hair and his kitty kibble, to OâBrienâs relief. He was starting to get a little concerned about being eaten alive once he ran out of food for them.
âHey, thanks,â he said, tossing what remained of the pitiful sandwich in the trash. It was edible anymore anyway. âThey really like you, huh?â It was amazing to watch. Even after all the kibble was eaten, the cats still were interested in Yu, rubbing against his legs and meowing at him.
âIâm Heat, nice to meet you.â OâBrien said. âDo you come here oftenâ He froze immediately when he realized how that sounded, his face reddening. âI-Iâm not hitting on you or anything, itâs just that the cats seem to really like you. Do you know them?â
OâBrien knelt down and patted a little white cat on the head. âTheyâre pretty cute, but they really love food.â
He wonât worry about being eaten alive; at least, not yet. Theyâre a little bit different than the pigeons around here.
âNo problem.â
If no one else was around (especially someone heâd just introduced himself to) he might try meowing back at the cats, but he can settle for petting them. For now.
âWell... Iâve taken to visiting them whenever I have the time.â
Considering heâs not picked up any part time jobs here or enrolled in school... heâs definitely had a lot of extra time to himself. Were those options for him at all? Heâd have to look into that more.
For now he was content stroking the backs and patting the heads of the cats that were friendly enough to rub against him and brush along his hands, more than willing to interrupt his conversation in favor of affection.
âNice to meet you, Heat.â
Yu canât help but grin at the other manâs slight social gaffe, dismissing it with a nod.
âItâs fine. Out of everyone here, Iâve probably gotten to know them the most.â
He guesses, then, that he could say he knows them pretty well.
âI try to make sure they stay well fed. Other people probably feed them, too, but...â
A casual roll of his shoulders results in a half shrug.
âI canât really help it. They are cute. Living outside without an owner must be rough.â
đž || âVeeeeeeâŚâŚ..â Curling up in a small ball, Eevee peered at the crowd from her position, behind a dumpster. There were so many people around that it was quite uncomfortable for the Pokemon. And so, when a human actually went up to her, kneeling down and offering a hand, Eevee hunched, ears flat against her head.
âVeeeeeâŚâŚ..â
Not wanting to scare the obviously frightened -- Vee? -- away, Yu slackened up a bit, doing his best not to project an intimidating aura.
âShh... youâre okay. Itâs all right. Iâm not going to hurt you...â
He practically coos to her, his words an unspecified plea for the pokemonâs trust.
âDo you have a name...?â
Yu doesnât see a collar or any other means of identification; one could be under the dense, fluffy cream ruff of long fur around her neck, but to try looking now would undo all the effort heâs placed in trying to befriend her.
Though the more he looks at it, the stronger the desire to pet and brush her burns within him...
( you have a stellar url pun and i believe in you yuu-mun )
(omg thank you (yu)... i spent so much time trying to figure out a decent one, iâm glad itâs appreciated)
@saltantemvulpis
So, cute and fluffy. Check. Kind of catlike. Check.
The creature looks fairly foxish, and it reminds Yu of the actual fox heâd met guarding the Tatsuhime Shrine in Inaba.
Heâd be surprised if this one had any healing items or requests from people to fulfill, though.
Bending down on one knee, he smiles at her warmly, offering his hand.
â tripping beauty
A smile crept onto her face as he moved closer. She extended her hand as if royalty expecting a noble to offer a kiss of respect. Yu helped her to her feet, though Nemu leaned most of her weight on the foot that hadnât slid. The other was really just fine, if a little sore (but most of her prickled against the cool air). Outwardly she was clearly favoring it, as if by leaning on it again sheâd find herself on the ground soon after.
âThank you,â she offered him, but she didnât move away from his aid. Instead, she held onto his arm for balance. She wiggled her supposed twisted ankle, cringing and wobbling as a result. She didnât seem in any real danger of falling over, however. âNo, I donât think so. You should carry me,â Nemu replied to his question, determination taking the place of politeness. âOtherwise, Iâll be here all night. Weâre friends, right?â
She never needed a reason to mess with someone when the result was mostly harmless.
âSure.â
It definitely seemed like sheâd managed to injure it enough that walking would prove to be a chore. Yu wasnât interested in watching her struggle to move on her own, and neither was she, as evidenced by Nemuâs suggestion.
Supporting her proposition, Yu begins thinking to himself. What was the best way to carry this out (no pun intended)? Should he try to piggyback her, or...?
He mentally shrugs after a brief moment of thought, making a quick decision. Nemu certainly seemed on the lighter side; he felt confident in his ability to carry her back to their apartment complex.
âRight... okay, then. Just hang on.â
Bracing himself, Yu bends at his knees to carefully scoop Nemu up in his arms, holding her close to his chest in a bridal-style lift. Thankfully the trip wouldnât be a far one, unless he sprained his ankle on the way back as well.
@inabancho asked for a starter!
[ â ] Something similar to his former leaderâs aura was emitting near him as he was settling himself down on the cafeâs seat, getting ready to sip at his hot chocolate. For a brief moment, he thought about telling this person who was holding the âFoolâ arcana of the possible fate. The fate of death. He then slowly remembered from his previous travels to seek out other Persona users in nearby areas back home that not all Fools had the same fate. They were different and unique in their own sense. Makes sense for someone who wielded such potential.Â
    Finally, he turned around in his seat to come to face to face with the silver haired male and offered him a crooked smile as if he was being cheeky.Â
    âYo, Nameâs Junpei Iori.â
Heâs been standing near the order counter for a few minutes now, deeply contemplating whether to go for coffee, cappuccino or hot chocolate. Knowing heâll have to face the cold outside soon, all three are tempting options...
Especially the sweeter ones. Itâs easy to eliminate coffee once he figures out a preference, and from there he makes the relatively quick decision to request the cappuccino. After itâs ready and paid for, Yu starts to head for a seat near the window of the small cafe, stopping to acknowledge the other young manâs introduction.
âOh? Nice to meet you. Iâm Yu Narukami.â
Well, he was going to seat himself where heâd mentally designated, but...
âDo you mind if i sit here?â
Cappuccino in hand he gestures toward the seat across from Junpei, eager to speak to him in more detail.
â¨Kitty Collectors
OâBrien had two cats of his own at home, so he really had no reason to go around playing with strays. But the one that he found at the park was way too cute for him to ignore. She stared up at him, meowing constantly until he finally give her a little bit of the ham out of his sandwich.
She kept meowing so he gave her another piece. Then another cat showed up, so he gave him some ham too. Then another came over. And another.
Before he knew it, OâBrien was surrounded by eleven cats, all staring up at him expectantly, some of them meowing. He gave them all the ham and all he had left was bread and lettuce. Now what was he supposed to do?
âHey,â OâBrien called out to the first person he saw. He stood up, but couldnât walk any closer while the cats surrounded him. âDo you like cats?â He didnât know how exactly this guy could help, but he needed some sort of support in this situation.
@inabancho
Although his stay here had been short, heâd quickly made several discoveries about the city and its inhabitants.
It didnât take long at all to pinpoint the place that seemed to have the most opportunities to meet nice, new people... and a few nonhumans, as well.
Today his search for his friends of the four legged variety had turned up surprisingly short, causing a small pang of worry to tug at his heart.
Well, it was a little colder now... maybe they were trying to stay warm and only coming out when they had to. Yu had traversed the near entirety of the main portion of the park when, to his delight, heâd heard a faint chorus of meows. Without any hesitation he tracked the source of the catsong, locating the hungry throng of felines surrounding a man brandishing a very sad looking sandwich.
âHey,â He answered back, getting down on one knee.
Removing a sealed plastic baggie from his jacket pocket, Yu looked to the catsâ hostage before nodding once.
âYou have no idea.â
He clucks at them with his tongue, unsealing the bag and scattering the dry cat food heâd brought with him across the small paved area.
âIâll have to bring more next time,â Yu notes duly, tossing the bag off into the nearest wastebin.Â
âSorry about that. Theyâre not usually so... imposing.â
âItâs nice to meet you. My nameâs Yu.â
â tripping beauty
She took her coat back to venture outside a couple hours after arriving. It was always nice to be outside, where it felt like breathing came easier. The surroundings were pretty tooâalmost an extension of the plants inside the building. Nemu leaned over to look at them closely, suspecting they werenât as real as they appeared from further away. When she touched them, the petals sure felt alive. Drawing back her hand, she peered at her fingers, and then back at the flowers. âI wish I was this durable against the cold,â she muttered, no one besides the garden near enough to hear her.
Nemu continued her stroll through the area, placing her feet in what she believed were reasonable places. Her mistake seemed to be placing a heel on an uneven patch in the cobblestone, and then her foot slid, taking the rest of her with it. The fall was a surprise, but didnât cause much pain. She would have been fine to simply stand back up, but⌠hmâŚÂ Yes, she recognized that face nearby.
âOh, Narukami-san⌠I think I twisted my ankle,â she called out to him with a wave of her hand. If he hadnât noticed her yet, sheâd make sure he did soon. âDo you have time to help me?â
@inabancho
Thankfully for her, Yu hadnât been too busy at all; he had plenty of time to help, at any rate.Â
Nemuâs voice causes him to glance back, searching for her, and upon seeing her on the ground he doesnât hesitate to run over, his eyes quickly scanning for any injuries.
Just a twisted ankle, huh? Yu isnât sure how girls can take even a few steps in heels without constantly falling down, though itâs odd to see Nemu in a position like this.Â
âYeah, sure.â
He leans down a bit to grasp her hand, gentle but firm enough to give her support in standing back up. Somehow even in falling sheâs managed to retain all of her grace, Yu notices soon after.
âCan you walk...?â
Sho hadnât counted on Yu being able to bring his Persona around quite so quickly- hadnât counted on how much the exhaustion of days of bitter cold and little food and sleep would affect his own performance- so heâs surprised to find himself confronted with Izanagiâs weapon again, only now thereâs no time to pull back on his assault.
âShitââ
Heâs fucked up, and badly.
The spear comes in under his swing and rams him square across the chest, punching the air from his lungs and sending him flying backwards. Shoâs cat-like reflexes kick in immediately, allowing him to soften his collision with the ground by going into a roll, but as he recovers and springs shakily to his feet, he feels the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand on end. Before he can even think about what this could possibly signify, thereâs a blinding flash and⌠pain. Strange, horrible, rippling pain. He canât stop himself from screaming out in agony as electricity courses through his entire frame.
The attack is over within seconds, but the effect on his weakened body is great- knocked senseless he falls to the pavement, twitching, then lay still.
Yu winces at the sound, the sight of Shoâs none too gentle reconciliation with the ground. It doesnât make electrocuting him any easier, either, and he would look away if he had the option to.
But he needs to be certain that his offense has incapacitated Sho enough for him to make a run for it. Even knowing the other boy is harboring nothing short of murderous intent for him... it wouldnât be right to harm him more than he already has. Thatâs not his style.
He canât help but wonder what he did to make him feel such intense hatred for him, though... with a personality like that, Yu would be sure to see him again at some point. The thought makes a chill run down his spine; next time, heâd be ready for him.
Against his mindâs better judgment he moves towards the fallen boy, fast, and quickly shrugs off his coat, tossing it onto Sho before making a break for it.
He had a chance, that way.
âOh? I hope itâs not District Beta,â she said, utilizing their current proximity to lean over and take a look. Her gaze focused on the paper, she snickered. âNoooo.~ Youâre not in a district, youâre in this sector with me. This is sector oo5.âÂ
She smiled up at him, whatever evil intentions he sensed from her intensifying. âThe apartment complex is pretty big, but weâre almost neighbors. If you have any questions, you can just come see me up in V-5.â She hoped he was a good cook. Maybe she could exchange answers for meals.
âBesides the nicknames for some of the sectors, the real Districts are underground. Theyâre all supposed to be frightening, but Iâve heard that the people that live in Beta have to wear gas masks to get around. Youâre much luckier than that.â
â...Ah. Got it.â
Through the context of their conversation he supposed heâd learned the difference between districts and sectors, then. How lucky of Yu, to be assigned to a sector with someone heâd already met...!
Thatâs what he kept trying to tell himself, anyway. Her description was enough to make him feel grateful about living there, at any rate.
âIs there something wrong with the air...? Smog?â
Yu has a brief flashback to Inaba; in its worst days of dealing with the fog there had been rumors it caused adverse health effects, and people had taken to wearing gas masks to go outside.
It made him uneasy, but if he didnât venture there he probably wouldnât have to see them.
Sho comes whirling in with a massive overhead slash, but registers the sudden obstacle just in time to peel back enough to prevent his leading sword from splintering in two over the hard edge of the spearâs unusual shaft.
âTch! Hiding behind the big guy, huh?! Figures,â he snarls, throwing a momentary glare up at the imposing being before him. He canât just try to cut through like he normally would, lacking his familiar razor-sharp steel, but thereâs got to be an opening somewhere. He was made for this shit⌠Heâll find a way.
A hop back, a quick dash over to the right, and then Shoâs zooming straight at Yu again from the side.
âTake THIS,â he yells, leaping several feet into the air, swords held high with the intent to bring both weapons slamming down upon his opponentâs head.
Thatâs the ticket. The wood is sturdy and thick and if Sho can knock him unconscious, even for a few seconds, he reckons itâs as good as over for Yu.
He can practically feel the other boyâs spitting anger through Izanagi as he attempts to land a blow on him. Itâs frightening enough that his heart jumps erratically, and Yu knows if he allows Sho to get just one hit in... thatâs all it would take to do him in. Heâs already hurt, has several bruises to show for it, and his head hurts terribly, but he canât think about that.
Not if he wants to survive this.Â
As much as he wants to say something back to Sho, if only to ease that steadily flowing rush of adrenaline coursing through his system, urging him to do something, he canât do that, either. Sho is just too damn fast and heâs not going to risk being struck down trying to come up with some witty rebuttal. No, he needs to channel all of his strength and focus on Izanagi right now. Thereâs no way heâd win with just his fists, if Sho got between them.
Keeping his eyes on the red headed blur Yu pivots and crouches a bit, Izanagi already in position, its spear held in both hands across the length, close to its form. His strategy would be made clear when Sho brought his wooden swords down; the Persona used its own weapon as both a barrier and a deflector, giving the agile boy a powerful shove forward.
The moment Sho fell back down to the ground was the best time for Yu to launch his own counter-attack. Yu didnât dare guess how much longer he could keep going on like this, and even one Zio would sap a considerable portion of what little strength he had left, but...
There was no time to debate, only act. Now!
âZio!â
Ah, there was that Persona again. Was this maybe the third time? Fourth? Each time, it felt different, and each time the personalities were different as well. It didnât necessarily matter to Fuuka, as it was much like her meeting a new person!
Turning her head in his direction after approaching her, she couldnât help but let it slip as soon as he introduced himself. It wasnât too hard to notice her with her hair color, but his reasoning might be completely different. He had the power of the Wild Card (or at least, thatâs what she heard it was called), after all.
âAh, I know; Iâd recognize that Persona anywhereââ Immediately, she covers her mouth, forgetting that the two of them have never met before, at least, she hadnât met this particular Yu.Â
Her hands remained on her face, eyes wide and apologetic. She wouldnât speak a word until he relieved her from her guilt.
Well, she definitely detected it.
Yu wasnât expecting her to know right away (or at least, react in a way that indicated) just which Persona he had, though... that was an outlier. Heâd never met anyone who seemed to have that ability...
Or maybe it was something else? Either way, he wouldnât find out if he stood here mildly bewildered.Â
âYou... know my Persona?â
He almost expects Izanagi to react within his soul to affirm or deny the claim, but nothing out of the ordinary happens. Looks like the only answer heâd be getting was from this girl.
Sho springs into a back flip at once upon seeing the large figure materialize behind Yu, fluidly drawing his other sword before his feet even touch ground again. He lands several body lengths away and swiftly adopts an unorthodox, but nonetheless solid battle stance, both swords absolutely at the ready. In spite of any apparent disadvantage on Shoâs part, thereâs no fear or surprise to be found in his eyes- instead they positively shine with excitement.
âAwww, donât you think youâre takinâ this a little Persona-ly,â he quips with a self-satisfied snicker, grinning widely.
âY'know, Iâd love to treat you right and hack you apart limb by limb here, but I gotta work with what those bastards gave me. Donât worry, though- thereâre still plenty of ways to kill you dead with these things.â
He licks his lips, fixing his gaze on Yu.
âGrab the popcorn, ladies and gents⌠Itâs showtime!â
No sooner have the words left Shoâs mouth than heâs become a red-headed blur dashing forth with downright inhuman speed.
Thereâs no humor in Yuâs glance back at him; this boy is fast, and thereâs no time to laugh. Heâs suddenly extremely grateful he chose not to try running away... Sho would have caught up to him, without a doubt. Heâs so flexible and agile... even in the few movements heâs taken so far, Yu has never seen anything like it, let alone in another person.
âI donât intend to find out how!â
Before he can think too much he adopts his own stance, Izanagi towering behind him, shifting as Yu does. Sho has leaped a small distance away from him, and that is a blessing in disguise. If heâd landed any closer, Yu wouldnât have even a second to react. Taking his unbelievable speed into consideration... it would be wiser to go on the defensive than risk an attack that would leave him wide open if it missed.
With that in mind he beckons Izanagi to protect him, the Persona moving to his front and holding its spear lengthwise as a means to parry the impending blow.
@inabancho
Kiriga had been trailing them for a while. It wasnât malicious intent or whatnot, butâŚthe other had dropped something and Kiriga was trying to find the right time to return the lost item. Normally he might not have bothered, but this itemâŚseemed rather important to the stranger, if he was to guess.Â
Finally, at a crosswalk, Kiriga stopped the other before he crossed the street, gently taking the strangerâs hand and placing their wallet in it.Â
   âSirâŚyou dropped this.â
Heâd close the otherâs fingers around the wallet, then would let go of their hand. Â Â
   âThere shouldnât be anything missing from it. You can check if you want.â
HeâŚhadnât thought out what heâd do after this, and so Kiriga felt a small thread of discomfort. Interacting with othersâŚwas not his specialty, after all.
Truth be told, Yu hadnât even noticed heâd dropped his wallet; he was on his way to his apartment, and in the hustle and bustle of the city it was easy to become distracted.
Heâd been thinking to himself, trying his best to plan out activities for the following days to keep himself busy and avoid any feelings of loneliness, but as time moved on it became harder and harder to disregard that heâd been pulled away from his most important friends.
Yu resolved to hold the thought until he returned home, preparing to cross once the flashing sign yielded to a bright green pedestrian--
And was halted by someone heâd never met, with his own wallet being placed in his hand.
Speechless at first, he glanced from the other down to arguably one of his most important belongings, and then back at him.
â...Thank you.â
Yu trusts him right away; if heâs kind enough to return his wallet, he doesnât think he took anything from it, but he opens the billfold for another purpose.
âItâs not much, but please. Take this as my appreciation.â
Thankfully, this city seemed to accept yen. He takes out two 1000 yen bills, returning the favor by closing them in the samaritanâs hand.
âNemu Manaka. Itâs nice to meet you, Narukami-san.â When it came to his name at least, sheâd offer some respect.Â
âThis place is called the shopping district. Youâll mostly find stores around here. And then thereâs the apartment complex⌠all the sectors have one, I think. Whatever number is at the end of your housing assignment is the sector youâre stuck in for now,â she explained, eyes peering ahead at the vendors scattered along the street.
Glancing back at him, she asked, âOr do you already know where youâre staying? I hope itâs not one of the districts.â
âManaka-san... Iâll be sure to remember that.â He couldnât be sure of her exact age, but that would suffice.
Yu allows himself to glance about as she guides him. A wide variety of stores stretched down the venue as far as the eye could see... and then some, probably. It lacked the small town charm he had grown used to and learned to love, but perhaps he could learn to appreciate this too in time.
âGot it,â He acknowledges with a nod, reaching into his coat pocket to withdraw a small slip of paper. Not wanting to risk forgetting, Yu had written down his assigned apartment along with a few other snippets of seemingly useful information.
âYeah... I think it is.â
On the bright side, at least it was something.
