（snow child.）

「S N O W C H I L D」 and her 7 conquered sins. "I will not taste of the poisoned fruit; shall not entertain defeat!" ( independent P4G Yukiko Amagi. )

[konzerneir-deactivated20170912]

                          An utter pragmatist and skeptic.

[gamenu]

                                                                            sis·terˈ                                                                            /sistər/                                                                            Sister

                                       (n) A person who is always there when you need her;                                                      a person who gives the best hugs;                                                            the kindest person ever.

[mangafascination]

[jokyoukou]

"Amagi... you do know Minato-kun's dead, right?"

01.31 – ( based off of @hekigankiseki’s & my plotting wishful thinking? )

The atmosphere seems to have taken an abrupt turn for the worst. Yukiko doesn’t follow, but she senses a biting chill in the mood almost instantly - merely doesn’t realize what had spoiled it when she, in an attempt to satisfy her curiosity, had voiced just that to her senior Persona-user’s former colleague. Time and time again, he had harmlessly betrayed hints of his past: he had a tendency to be rather subtle, or guarded, about it. Thus, Yukiko isn’t at all well-equipped to request answers to such casual questions, as she would soon learn the unpleasant way.

Normally, this former colleague of Minato’s was always someone who acts a bit more frivolous, regularly on the receiving end of a reprimand. Now, it was almost as though Yukiko mentioning a certain name had been a slap across the colleague’s cheek. Amid everything - a dense and haphazard series of questions, glassy eyes, and hints of hesitant resentment in those eyes - the colleague manages to voice it:

“Amagi… you do know Minato-kun’s dead, right?”

The Amagi girl finds her comprehension of the situation coming full circle. Was she missing something? Or is this merely a poorly-executed joke and she just can’t connect the dots, nor see its point? Her corner of her lips remain rigid, but her delicate brows furrow in clear confusion.

“… I’m sorry, I’m not sure I know what you–”

She flinches back slightly when she’s cut short by an outburst which grills her for the reason behind her question, her knowledge of Minato Arisato. It’s then that ‘everything’ clicks into place: Yukiko thinks that, perhaps, Minato may have gotten himself deeply entangled in some complicated circumstances back in Iwatodai City, much of it pertaining to he and his colleagues and maybe their best interests. He certainly does seem - no, has proved to Yukiko - to be someone who would willingly offer something important of his own, be it his time or attention, to let someone else receive. If only Yukiko knew how true this assumption is.

So – does this mean that Minato had fed his colleagues a lie and left the city completely, allowing them to believe he had indeed passed away?

She feels a knot form in her throat, and a nervous tremble seizes her clammy fingers. Had she… undone something she shouldn’t have touched? Coupled with the desperation in his colleague’s eyes, the thought of a sheen of loathing catching in Minato Arisato’s gently profound eyes, meant for her and her meddlesome behavior, seems to turn Yukiko’s blood cold with mortification and guilt. But she can’t think up a suitable lie now. She can’t even lie.

“– I’m saying, I don’t know what you mean when you say he’s dead!” Come what may, she feels she must own up to whatever wrong she must have done, even if Yukiko herself isn’t aware that the situation is, in reality, not as dire now that she had gone and opened her mouth. Moreover – if he’s alive and well, then it only makes sense that his colleagues, who must care greatly for him, learn that he is indeed fine. Doesn’t it?

“I know him - he was a patron of the Amagi Inn throughout much of winter… No, even before that! I-if you don’t believe me, I…” She pauses, realizing the bind that she’s now in after she had chastely chosen not to record the number Minato had left with the inn front desk – yet had never worked up the courage to ask him for it, either.

“U– um… W-what – should I do…?”

[jokyoukou]

synthesizebeing:

Well it’s not like Penny had a choice considering she was the reason why there was hole damage at the building. Curse her curiosity of wanting to drive a scooter without a license. 

❝Well it’s not like I had anything better to do here. But that’s very nice of them though!❞

Honestly, she couldn’t tell if there were hints of passive-aggressiveness coming from Yukiko.

「女教皇」： Yukiko beams simply, her almond eyes reflecting warmth as they fixate on her lovable co-worker. Sure, Penny seems to possess a unique mindset -- but as they say, there’s method to madness! Most of the time, anyway, although it doesn’t make Penny any less of a one-of-a-kind girl. It takes one to know one!

“Say, I just remembered... It’s already been a while since I last had time to pay a visit to the shrine.” Yukiko sits up straight, before motioning to rise to her feet. “I’d like to offer a prayer for the inn while I can. Would you like to go together, Penny-chan?” Her smile is telling. 

“-- We'll stop by Shiroku-ya afterwards to buy your favorite snack.”

[jokyoukou]

narxkami:

         It’s not exactly what he had in mind when skating was mentioned, but somehow Yu can’t bring himself to stop her when she’s clearly having so much fun. It’s probably more fun this way, if he’s honest. Like with many things, Yu skates calmly and confidently, neither fast nor slow but an easy mix of the two. As Yukiko breezes past him again, Yu considers speeding up — testing out his skills against hers for fun (or the sake of his pride) but decides that he prefers to skate with nice form before speed. Next time he’ll race her, he tells himself.

      Holding a gloved hand out to break himself, Yu comes to a stop beside her, feeling his skates cutting into the ice as he turns them to the side to stop himself.

            “I think I know where you got the stamina to fight so many shadows,” Yu says plainly, watching her out of the corner of his eyes with a short smile on his face. He’s surprised every day at how much she can still take him by surprise — so far from the person he pegged her as when he first arrived in Inaba, and yet so undeniably Yukiko at the same time. There was a time when he was disappointed that she had a habit like her giggling fits, but Yu has since decided that he likes her better this way. Most of all, he’s glad that she opens up to him like this.

     The praise makes him a little embarrassed, but Yu only angles his head to the side in thought before responding that “I do it from time to time.” It’s a skill like swimming that he honed so that he wouldn’t look like an idiot in case he was ever invited to do it. It’s not often that he does it, but it’s simple enough once he’s warmed up.

      “—Where did you learn to skate, Amagi?”

“Do you think so?” She bubbles with warmth, unable to keep a bright chuckle from escaping. “Now that you put it that way... I guess I do feel a bit more energetic than usual, lately.”

Yukiko, remaining true to her own simple inclinations, takes his compliment as presented. After all, she is somewhat proud of the utmost she’s put forth in the television realm as of late: she always seems to experience a burst of energy wherever’s she’s able to go all out! It’s the most thrill she’s had in a long time, she thinks, be it through fighting shadows, or casting all her concerns aside on the ice rink. Even if she might get carried away in certain matters, it’s enough for her that there’s fun to be had. Plus, Yu’s pleasantry only encourages the enjoyment. 

“I see...” From him, then, she had anticipated a much more riveting account of how he had arrived at such skill. “Hmm. No accidents to share? I don’t think I can imagine you of all people taking an embarrassing fall, even if I tried. ... As expected of Narukami-kun!” Despite his unassuming response, Yukiko is impressed. 

“As for myself -- some relatives occasionally taught me when I was young. Oh! Chie and I had a field trip during elementary school, as well.” Her memories are fond ones. “Chie used to insist on hanging onto my skating aid because she thought the surface of the ice would break and she'd fall in, even though we were in an indoor rink. ... Hm-hm! Have you ever had that kind of fear?”

[jokyoukou]

muse-eutopia:

This world reminded him so much of home. Sans had encountered various types of creatures in this world, and even found a room with so many creatures that it reminded him of an average Friday night at Grillby’s. If someone covered this place in snow, blindfolded Sans, and told him that this was Snowdin, he would honestly believe it until he would notice a lack of his favorite bar.

Despite all the similarities to his home, it lacked one key component: His brother Papyrus. Without his brother here to nag him about re-calibrating his traps or to pick up his sock on the floor, he felt rather incomplete. Like mac and cheese without the cheese, or a PB and J sandwich without the peanut butter! Nothing was as good as it could be without the other. Well, looks like he’d have to explore some more in order to satiate his boredom.

Sans continued to walk all around the place, sight seeing as he went. Normally he’d teleport all around the place in order to save energy because he was lazy like that, but he didn’t know anything about the place, so he couldn’t really know where he would be teleporting. After this, Sans was going to take a nice long break.

As Sans walked through the corridor, a voice echoed in the air. As far as he knew, none of the monsters or whatever they were could vocalize their thoughts, so that must mean he either discovered a rare species, a voice box… Or a human.

“Do they even have humans here? No matter, might as well be prepared.” Sans thought to himself as he popped up his hood and carefully reached into his pocket and grasped a mini whoopie cushion in his bony palm. Nothing could break the ice better than a well timed joke, and if there wasn’t anyone there, well then he could at least say that he was prepared for it.

Sans rounded the corner to find what he didn’t really expect: A human. Sure, it was one of the possibilities he had contemplated, but the odds were just too low to be even somewhat sure of, though not all was bad. At least he could go on with his little joke! Sans continued to approach the human while keeping his hands in his pockets. This human was rather tall compared to Frisk, so now Sans was the one looking up. So this was how it felt to be short.

“You’re asking me who’s there when I didn’t even say knock knock? Come on, surely you know how the joke works.” Sans replied as he slowly extended his hand that had the whoopie cushion hidden in it, but at the same time, revealing his bony hand that was a clear indication that he was not human.

“How ‘bout we shake hands and start over, and this time we’ll get the joke right.” Sans added on as he now fully extended his hand. All he needed was her for to take a hold of his hand and the joke would be on its way.

Yukiko shrinks closer to the wall, shoulders drawn taut, her sense for self-preservation spiking. At present, she can barely even command her own legs to make a break back into the confounding snarl of empty hallways with no end to them - Mitsuo Kubo’s twisted, sadistic world - let alone hide. Her only remaining option is to confront this encounter headlong: she can’t simply pine for a savior to miraculously intervene, can she? 

An indistinguishable shape, a... hooded form? rounds the corner. It’s much shorter than expected, relatively smaller than the image the gravity its footsteps conveys. Upon surveying her briefly, it moves coolly to close the distance, showing apparent interest -- although the young Persona-user isn’t certain at all that said interest is mutual. She’s quick to grade it a Shadow, and her predisposition to initiate a battle is evident in every inch of her nervous posture. 

But when it - he? - unexpectedly speaks, Yukiko’s certainty comes to a full stop. 

“H-huh? You’re... Who are you?” She exclaims dubiously, not seeming to hear, or register, his casual reception of her earlier outburst. For starters, it was not at all meant for comedic use! On top of that, the Amagi girl is still floundering to take in its, or his, daunting appearance. As he advances through the dim perimeters of dim torchlight, Yukiko quickly realizes that his features are... skeletal?

                ---?! 

He’s all bones, and in a very literal sense  - not even an inch of skin on him!  Yukiko finds herself gazing to veritably empty eyes, vacant sockets, and the very toothy grin that she always finds curiously ‘characteristic’ of the anatomical skeleton models she had seen in school. But those were life-sized, static, capable of neither chit-chat nor movement despite all of the (somewhat) intriguing scary stories her old classmates used to invent in attempts to scare Chie. 

More importantly, Yukiko had never imagined the Investigation Team would ever come across another creature, other than Teddie or their Shadows, that would be perfectly capable of speech. She can't say there is no sense to it, but with the multitude of shadows they’ve encountered and the rarity in the occurrence of being able to communicate with them using words... She can only be made to infer that this one is, for better or for worse, different.  

The hand he extends -- it’s vertebrate, too! Bones, cartilage, and everything! Yukiko hesitates, barely realizing that her attention is had, even if her caution refuses to wane. Slowly, she lowers the hand she had raised in a moment of absent-minded warning, the one gripping her fan. A part of her... actually wants to try shaking his hand - risky as that might be! It is always this aspect of the Amagi girl’s curiosity that makes her gutsy, has her playing with fire in situations where her foolishness is least expected. 

“W... what are you?” She revises her former question timidly, though more forcefully: this time, the question finally seems to acknowledge, rather than ignore, his sentience. “You’re a shadow, just like the others... Aren’t you ...?”

Although her fingers motion to wrap around his ‘hand’, Yukiko feels them sinking into something smooth and synthetic - nothing like bone - something which wrinkles with the added pressure of their grasp. For a moment, she’s simply unable to draw her hand away when his grip increases. 

“E-erm--”

            A long, embarrassing noise occupies the empty silence around them. 

[jokyoukou]

[jokyoukou]

pulseofthestars:

Kamille groaned a bit in frustration as he looked through his bag just to be sure and to his annoyance he had forgotten his book for the class. Admittedly with the recent events going on it wasn’t hard to understand why he had been so absent minded as ever since he arrived in the town of Inaba things had been quite intense. First, along with his ongoing problems at home he had learned of a mysterious Midnight Channel then he had ended up going into a TV and encountered creatures known as Shadows and awakening his power of Persona.

But of course he doubted that would be anymore believable to the teacher than saying that a dog ate his book. However he was brought out of his musings by the sound of someone making a noise, Yukiko Amagi, another Persona user and member of the Investigation Team as they were calling themselves. Listening to her he blinked in surprise before letting out a sigh of relief, “Ah, yeah with all the recent stuff happening I guess it slipped my mind. Thanks Yukiko, and also don’t feel like you have to be too formal.” He replied with a tone of gratitude.

Although Kamille is not at all confrontational in informing her of her undesired ‘formality’, Yukiko feels a mild flush of color stain her cheeks. Self-conscious, she abstractedly turns her gaze elsewhere, attempting to pick her former choice of wording apart for anything that could possibly overburden him. She has been advised in the past that enough is better than too much, after all - but she had never assumed that her politesse would ever be considered excessive. 

        “O-oh, I’m sorry,” in a force of habit, she lets slip an apology. “Was I being too formal? I-it just comes to me when I talk, so I -- didn’t really notice.”

Yet still she bobs her head reservedly, gently shifting her desk closer to his by an inch, her textbook an additionally helpful half-inch. It seems increasingly apparent that Yukiko is letting herself become possessed by something she would like to say to him - only, the timing and location are by no means ideal. Unlike Chie, Yukiko isn’t so capable of speaking her mind. 

        “-- D, don’t worry.” A feeble attempt at being conversational. “I’m sure you’ll get used to it in no time.” Used to what? “I-I mean our Personas, and everything that goes on in the T.V. world, that is...”

[jokyoukou]

desummon:

upon entering, the concierge greets raidou with a smile and a good morning. he returns both in kind. the gesture makes him feel like a welcomed guest, even though he is merely there to deliver the paper. the staff, he has read, takes great pride in comforting their guests. of the important establishments in inaba, the amagi inn holds a venerable reputation for its kindness, as well as its classical-meets-modernist aesthetic. inaba is not entirely anomalous for a small town, but it is unique with how many of its buildings have retained their taishō-era designs. the result, best embodied by the inn, makes one feel as though they are occupying both past and present in one sweep.

before continuing inside, he dries his shoes on the doormat but does not remove them. typically he ventures no farther than the entrance, delivers the morning’s papers and continues on. it is here he notices a second face, younger and charming, a welcomed relief to the fog and gloom outside.

“is it so early?” he reaches for his pocketwatch, checking the time. fifteen after six, it reads. he feigns surprise in the form of a grin, subtle and mysterious. “i suppose it is a good sign. i supposed i must be getting used to the route, then.” gouto perches upon raidou and snuggles close to his ear. “the moment we’ve long sought,” the cat murmurs. “work be damned, we have to find out what is going on here.” so spellbound by the inn, raidou nearly forgot the true reason for his visits: not delivering papers, but to perform his rites as a summoner. raidou trades glances with gouto, then at the young woman, cordial as can be. “you are very considerate. breakfast sounds lovely,” he says, to which gouto assents with a nod. forgetting about the stack of papers bundled under his arm, he places it on the counter next to a small bell. he walks back over to the young woman, extending his hand. “apologies for not introducing myself sooner. my name is raidou.” his general demeanor, along with his manner of speaking, betrays that he is much more than a humble paperboy.

Yukiko fails to see past the opaque manner with which he carries himself. To her, his smile is akin to a candle alight before a page dense with unreadable text - something of that nature, that is. Despite his unemotional appearance, he seems well-bred, demonstrating good reason for the lobby staff’s fondness. She chuckles lightly, but finds herself unprepared to offer much else that’s conversational: she’s still not much adept with holding her own in socializing with strangers. Much less, a young man in her age range. 

In any case, she feels sincerely gladdened by his relaxed acceptance of the inn’s hospitality. Had he declined, she would be left feeling as though she’d stepped out of line, and Yukiko would be hesitant to welcome the awkwardness to follow. Still, even with the offer that she cannot possible revoke, she barely knows where to begin with him, 

               -- especially when she only now spots the handsome creature perched by his neck.

A... a Bombay? For a moment, Yukiko can’t help but be mesmerized by either his glossy fur coat or his strangely eloquent gaze. Words gather in her throat, yet to be made sense of, but her mouth hangs slightly open, an ever so clever gape. Her inbound train of thought is interjected by his owner’s unperturbed voice, and her mind registers his mild self-introduction, just barely wrapping itself around the casual manner he carries the conversation on with. After all that, Yukiko’s just not certain where to focus, or how to begin.

She’s nonetheless fixated on what’s before her.

        “U-um-- Oh.” Although she had meant to appear professional, her curiosity does is not much help for the hand reaching for Raidou’s extended one. Yukiko pins her kimono sleeve back mindfully as she does so. “My name is Yukiko Amagi. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” his given name doesn’t seem much like a family name. Therefore:

        “-- Raidou-san.” 

Her smile is as meek as the strength she puts into the handshake. “May I ask whether you’re the owner of that cat? He’s really beautiful,” she’s being genuine, “-- even though our inn doesn’t accommodate pets. I’m sorry. I do wish it was otherwise, though,” she adds contritely.

[badlyplanned]

nice

[mangafascination]

[jokyoukou]

foolspromenade:

|  @jokyoukou​ || starter call .

“… The Amagi Inn?” Akira thinks aloud, looking up at the building.

He had come to Inaba to visit on a long weekend after having heard of the strange happenings here, mostly out of curiosity, but perhaps out of something else…? It felt like something was calling him here, at least, whether that was his own interest or not.

Inaba seemed like a nice place, at least, and he decided stopping by what some locals considered ‘The Pride of Inaba’ was a good idea. Walking through the doors, he looks around, not exactly wanting a room, but at least wanting to maybe get some sort of info on this place, and Inaba as a whole.

 “Welcome--!”

It has been some time since she last found herself in high spirits without particular cause. As much of an early bird as she is, the chill of daybreak during this time of year has has never posed trial to her diligence as the manager of the enchanting ryokan, branded after her own family name. Her treasured Amagi Inn.

             ( Well, she’s still its manager in name, only. There is still plenty she feels she must                 become competent - no, confident - in, before she truly assume such a large role. )

She beams respectfully and lowers her head, regardless, even if the lone boy standing in the lobby appears to be of high school age. A few years her junior, that’s for certain. Yukiko can deduce, from his attire and the calm air with which he carries himself, that he must hail from somewhere metropolitan, if not the greater Tokyo area itself. 

“Have you come a long way, honored guest?” The question isn’t meant to be conversational, as much as it is attentive of the time-costly travels he must have made to reach Inaba. “Do you have a reservation with us?”

[hekigankiseki]

💟

Delicate Kiss

                         It was such a surprise to hear a request coming from the heiress– normally it was he who proposes any kind of activity to invite Yukiko in. However, in this instance he was thankful, for if it weren’t for her a beautiful sigh in the form of a night time meteor shower would’ve been old news to him within the next few days. It would be a crime to miss such a sight.

                        Simple yet elegant was the affair between the two Persona-users; with bento boxes prepared as dinner, a mat for them to comfortably sit on, scarves and mittens to combat the cold winter breeze, and the heavens itself as their theater. If Minato were to be honest with himself, this was the most fun and relaxation he’s had for the longest time– such a much needed welcome from a stressful way of life that involves putting his life on the line.

                       “This… is pretty nice.” The sigh that escapes his lips was light, the evidence that proves that the burden he carries around was alleviated for the time being. Such niceness from a kind-hearted soul like Amagi’s has attracted him with good intentions, but lately she has been rather prevalent in his mind. From remembering how he earned her gratitude after saving the inn from a Shadow attack, to their small interactions since moving into said in for the time being, to now. She carried a certain charm that had his notice for a little while now– and he was unsure how to respond to it.

                      Perhaps what he did before leaving their little bonding session was one done out of complete randomness.

                      He pauses in front of Yukiko before he takes off on his way, features showing appreciation in the form of a gentle smile and glittering eyes. “I can’t thank you enough for inviting me along. You have my thanks.” Without even waiting for a response, he leans forward to her forehead– gentle enough to not take her by surprise– to plant a chaste kiss right at the center. Probably too bold of a move, he wasn’t too sure at first to do such a thing, but it was too late to back out now. He’s done the deed; the veteran Persona-user can only hope she doesn’t take it differently.

                   “…See you around, Amagi.”

[jokyoukou]

[jokyoukou]

delinquentdevil:

拳 - A fist? That was the primary number he caught upon this newcomer’s arrival, with her words on a fine lesson upon the balance of morality coming as a first second.

So just what was so bad about his methods again?

No distinct change could be spotted upon Oga’s expression as she drilled this primary point on home. All in all, become a better person and join the merry bandwagon as so many others? Now that got him interested. Once more, another step was made towards Yukiko’s direction before finally deciding to speak up.

”Either he got his or I got my own. What the hell I don’t see here is why that’s sucha big deal.” Talk about no remorse! apparently that ‘innocent’ bystander who was now performing the backstroke in the world of unconsciousness was the paragon of innocence! Well, not that the accused gave a damn of how this all looked to begin with. What he did know was that having this woman dance around these particular edges would get her in trouble.

Trouble for a merry world of things she hasn’t one pinch of blame in. Maybe being the supposed bad guy wouldn’t be all too bad here. ..Nah. Acting is too much trouble too. No better option then being himself. “S’all about leaving a good impression. How am I supposed to teach a chump to give me some peace on this side of town without being convincing? Isn’t that–” He’d prod his thumb towards the bleeding figure behind him. “A fine way to keep annoyances off your back?”

    “What’s your point?” She grills him pointedly, tone of voice hiking by a whole, heated octave. “Are you really saying you expect people to respect you just because you’re better than most at using violence?” Perhaps his temper is something akin to Kanji-kun’s – but even Kanji is more well-behaved than this!

“– You’re not convincing anyone!”

    She’s struck with a stab of unwonted annoyance. She can not, in all honesty, be made to concern herself over his skewed ideology: not only is it unaccountable, there isn’t even a fraction of moral sense to be found in it. Yukiko quickly comes to terms with the certainty of squandering her time on squaring with this boy; she won’t waste it! It isn’t her business whatsoever to try to change his mind – but he would need to think twice if he thinks he can trample on the peace and quiet of her beloved town without consequence.

    “Then, as you wish,” she returns callously, fishing her cellphone from her depths of her skirt pocket. “Since you left him injured, there’s no choice for me but to call an ambulance, right? If it’s not such a ‘big deal’, I’m sure you’ll have no complaints against testifying to the police.”

    If only Naoto were present - as a figure of authority herself, the detective prodigy would surely handle the entire situation with far more control. “But if you’re going to run away even after everything ‘righteous’ you’ve said to me - then, be my guest!”

[jokyoukou]

cont’d from ( x ) -- @banchokun

     In her nervous attempt to make up for his constant (and attentive) silence, Yukiko realizes she had just gone and allowed herself to ramble at length once again. She colors self-consciously, and attempts to smile it off. 

    “S-- sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so gloomy. I-I guess I’ve never really shared my personal issues to anyone so honestly before.“