Lunar Eclipse

There’s a twitch. The corner of his eyes twitches at the other’s words. Yes people had something wrong in the head at some points, but hell he’s pretty sure his is fine. Well..Now it should be…

"Shadow…?"

He pictures the creatures he’s fought, odd shapes that took forms of familiar objects to the most obscure. The guy in front of him…A Shadow? His Shadow?

Again his head throbs and he rests his hand again. Palm pressing against forehead to lessen the annoying pain. This is all so damn confusing…

Dropping the hand he looks to him and glares again, “You’re me? The voice in the back of my head? What the hell, you my ‘devil and angel on the shoulder’ thing?” he questions with a bit of hostility in his voice.

#timelessmoon #((gives a helpless shrug))#((Well #((at least shit is interesting here XD))

"Pfft. Your shoulder angel died long ago." Waving a hand in a dismissing manner, the Shadow gave an evil grin. "Nope, I'm just your innermost fears and darkness given form ... Did you really just think Shadows spawned out of nowhere thanks to Nyx?"

True, Nyx was the 'Mother' of all Shadows, but it took two to make a 'child' as it were. "If you didn't have inner darkness, you wouldn't have woken up in the Dark Hour to begin with."

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"…!" Fuuka looked up at him, her hands shaking, as she blushed darkly. "…c-could…have saved…h-him…?" She whispered as she tried to get up, but her body wouldn’t let her go. Fuuka felt tears were just staining her cheeks now—her eyes red as can be as she felt her body being drained.

"H-he…i-it was the s-suppressants… I-I…thought…? H-he…I-I…" Fuuka looked back to the ground as she felt her body shaking and her mind getting hazier. "I-I… …I-I can’t…s-save a-anyone…" She whispered as she kept thinking about Shinjiro in her mind, wanting to save him…but…he was big…and…strong…even this shadow…was putting her in her place.

The smaller shadows were drawing closer; they could tell her mind was breaking, and fast. It would be so tempting to let them slowly eat her, drive his host further and further into despair.

It was oh so tempting ....

However, seeing how the rest of those who called his host their 'friend' would react to this intrigued him more. Perhaps one more push, and hten he'd just shove her back through the TV from whence she came.

"No, you can't, dearest." The last word came out in mockery, gold eyes watching. "The effort is touching, though. Perhaps in your next life."

#manaical laugh

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Placing hands back in pockets he stops himself when one of his fingers feels metal, he took..His Evoker?

Holy shit Shinji your day is just going just great. You’re in a place you apparently made, there’s a fucking doppelganger, and you can’t remember what you’ve been doing before you got up here. Isn’t your day just filled with surprises?

He just glares at him, a frown forming, “My guilt? My angst?” he repeats trying to piece things together, “I’m pretty sure my head ain’t that messed up thinkin’ a maze world or whatever the hell this place is would be awesome. For fuck’s sakes, this is as bad as Tartarus!”

He regards the blood around them and the moon, “…And hell, I’ve never met you until right now this fucking second.” As confused as he looked, his voice is honest. He doesn’t have any recollection at all of meeting..This guy…

#timelessmoon #well #considering the shit #that shinjiro went through in his backstory #an unhinged shadow kinda sorta makes sense

"Oh you'd be surprised at how fucked up people's brains can be, even your own~" The shadow gave a grin. "I should know; I'm your Shadow after all."

Now that the Shadow looked around, he did get a vibe of Tartarus from the streets around them ... But that made sense; they both hated that infernal tower.

Seeing the confusion spread over Shinjiro's face, the shadow gave a cruel smile. "But it would make sense you wouldn't know me as me, but I've been part of you for a while ... That voice in the back of your head that won't shut up about how much you've fucked up in all your life ..."

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Fuuka’s eyes grew as she felt completely frozen by his touch and by his words. They felt as cold as ice…but that couldn’t…be the case…? “I-I… …u-useless…ness?” She whispered carefully, her voice shaky as she blinked slowly and only a few times. “…d-dying…m-man?”

Fuuka felt as if she was going to die—that being told she couldn’t do anything…and she couldn’t…and couldn’t tell him what she felt…it hurt her so much that she was in pain. “I-I… …Sh-shinjiro…” She whispered as she felt tears running down her eyes, her eyes closing tightly as she sobbed quietly to herself.

#XD it's fun #but poor fuuka #'7';

Well, this was impressive.

The shadow had known it wouldn't take long to break down Yamagishi's confidence, but under five minutes? He knew he wasn't going to top that record ever again, so why not savor this victory?

"yes, dying man." He stated, grinning cruelly. "He's been dying for the past several years now, because he felt like he didn't belong on the planet. You'd be amazed at what that much self loathing could do to a person." Patting her head again, the Shadow leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"A shame, really. If you had only spoken to him you could have saved him ..."

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Voice was identical, face was identical, height, everything except those creepy ass gold eyes…It was a fucking mirror image. Shinjiro takes a moment to place a hand to his head and closes his eyes. The throbbing in his head began as he listened to the other.

"The fuck..I got no clue what the hell you’re sayin’…"

Basement? Closet?

"I just fuckin’ woke up here!" he yelled getting annoyed at the other’s words. Similar as they were to his own speech patterns, it was starting to get pretty damn confusing.

"I made this place? I’ve never been in this damn place!" It was growing apparent the ex-SEES member was confused. Did he remember being here? No…Last he remembered was walking around Iwatodai late at night again and…Did he slip and fall on his head? A dream?

He takes his hands out of his pockets, left fingers pinching hard onto his right hand. There’s a moment of him blinking and gritting his teeth at the sharp pain.

He glares at his doppelganger for a moment, nope..Not a dream.

”..Well fuck..”

#timelessmoon #((I don't know if I should laugh or not))

"Of course you just woke up; you were sleeping like a dead dog when I locked you up." The Shadow deadpanned, amused by the glare he was getting. "Now that I think of it, you wouldn't remember creating this place then either ... Isn't that right, me?"

Tilting his head to one side, he let a grin cross his face. "Well, more like I'm the very being of your guilt and angst, and all that overdramatic shit I don't give a fuck about reciting." Shrugging, the Shadow gave a wry grin. "You probably made this place so confusing to trap your ass in here until you received punishment, or some philosophical shit like that."

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That last statement made her feel like he stabbed her heart with that knife. She froze—was it that obvious she liked him? She felt tears welling up in her eyes, she couldn’t fail…not now! “I-I…I would…s-still do…a-anything…” Fuuka whispered, feeling weak once more as she couldn’t fail now—she couldn’t!

She wondered…if he was meaning Akihiko…or Miki…

"N-nothing…h-has li-limits!" She cried out as she fell to her knees in shame, feeling as if she couldn’t do anything—heck, she couldn’t fight, so…she felt more guilt and shame in her mind and in her heart. "H-he… …h-he wouldn’t…g-give up th-that easily… …!" Fuuka felt something hit her lips as she felt a tear—something so cold…even in this place…

"…Sh-shinjiro…"

#*clears throat*#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGNST

"Oh trust me, he didn't give up that easily. He's been fighting me off for at least two years, if not longer." Giving a cruel smile, the Shadow reached forward with the hand covered in blood, patting her cheek. "There there, no need to cry over your own uselessness."

The tone of his voice turning mocking, he knelt in front of her as well. "I'll let him know you at least gave enough of an ass to come looking for him again. I'm sure a dying man would love to hear that."

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Where…The…Fuck..Was..He?

Those were the very first thoughts he had when he woke up, “The flying fuck..” The whole place around him…It was just…

Without so much of a word to himself he walked, taking in his new surroundings. The city resembled something one would find in a horror movie would take place with the amount of blood he caught sight of. He grimaced and jumped back when he almost stepping in a puddle of bright red and walked around it.

Looking up he stopped a moment to stare up at the moon, eyes wide. It was…Broken? It looked like a cracked mirror. Shards separated apart that seemed to have broken from some sort of force. “Jesus Christ..Where the hell is this?”

His head snaps and his thoughts are interrupted by a voice, HIS voice. Stepping back his expression shows shock, “What the fuck?!”

#timelessmoon #((well considering his shadow))#(Shinjiro not knowing what the fuck makes sense)

"That's what I just said. Are you deaf?" The Shadow replied, amused by his host's confusion. "I was sure I had locked you in that closet well, and I made sure it was the one in the basement ...

"Or did I put you in the basement of a closet?" Rubbing his chin with a hand, the Shadow let his head tilt to one side. He was impressed the host was up and walking; his mental state upon arriving in this place had been horrible enough to spawn the dungeon on sight. For him to be walking again ... "So ... what? Did you give yourself a kick in the ass to get up here? Either that or you're fucking suicidal, one of the two. Especially since you don't seem to remember creating this place."

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"Because he is our friend—something you never will even know the feeling of. We care f-for him…and someone like you should never exist in the first place!" She exclaimed as she covered her mouth, she should’ve just shut up right about…now.

Fuuka bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly. “I-it’s hard to read his emotions…he never tells us anything…th-though, I could sense discord in his heart…” She whispered as she felt her body shaking once more—the pressure in the room was making her feel sick. “…I-I…I will do what I can t-to save him…b-because we are friends…and we forgive each other and s-stick by each other’s sides!”

#*hugs and pats back* There there ...#let's enjoy some mental angst #shall we?

"Well isn't that some pretty sentiments." The Shadow drawled, clearly unimpressed as his smile turned into a smirk, the dark aura around him picking up in speed. "What if I told you it was too late for such displays of 'friendship'? Doesn't that just break your pretty little heart?"

It had been a mental breakdown that had driven his host into this place, that had given the Shadow life. He wasn't going to deny that it had been sheer luck for him to be formed, but at the same time ... His host had neither denied nor accepted him, and until one of the two happened, the Shadow would continue to exist.

"Guilt is a horrible thing to a person's brain. Loneliness, self-doubt, and that silver haired meathead did him absolutely no favors." The shadow explained to Fuuka, eyeing the edge of the knife in his hands with interest. "That became too much, and then ... Well, here I am. My host is somewhere within this dungeon, but I highly doubt you'll be able to save him now."

"Even the power of love has limits, you know."

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"I-I—!" She gasped as she shook her head, trying to hold her own emotions in this place. "I-I did care! He…h-he always wanted to be alone a-and…I-I gave him that freedom he needed and wanted!" She exclaimed as she rubbed her eyes. Her hands were shaking—she was slowly losing control of her own emotions.

This was not good.

"A-and he seemed…to be in a b-bad mood…" She whispered softly as Fuuka closed her eyes. This was becoming an uphill battle. "…I-If he never cared f-for me…I-I made sure…t-to keep an eye on him…!"

#holy crow #that's a lot #*gives hugs

"And here I thought women were supposed to be pushy when a man wanted space to himself." Catching the knife, he began to use it to clean out the underside of his nails, ignoring that one had seemed to be covered in blood. "The more he pushed away, the more you should have seen something wrong."

At this, a small, almost childish giggle passed through the shadow's lips. "Of course, that fucker didn't notice his best friend's mind breaking, so I suppose the rest of you have a get out of jail free card." He commented, voice somewhere between mocking and angry. "Because if he didn't care enough to try and help, why should the rest of you make half an effort?"

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The shadow was surprised at this, arching a solitary eyebrow as he saw his host walking around the streets of the dungeon. Approaching him silently, the Shadow stopped in front of him.

"How the flying fuck did you get out of the closet in the basement?" He asked, gold eyes locked onto Shinjiro.

#timelessmoon #hello thar!#'7'#in which shadow shinjiro #makes no sense

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Fuuka blinked as she felt her cheeks heating up. “B-because a man…is strong, courageous…and brave…a-all the things I am not. W-with a man, I am…I-I feel completed…” She whispered as she put her hand to her chest, her emotions slowly getting tested here and now.

"…I-I… …I knew h-he cared…b-but…m-maybe he was t-too busy o-or something with stuff… …" Fuuka lowered her eyes away from the shadow, her negative energy staying close to him. "…I-I just… …I-I wanted…t-to see i-if I did care…"

#holy motherfucking shit #seventeen pages?!#damn

She was in love with his host.

The Shadow wanted to laugh hysterically at that, knowing that if his host had know that, perhaps this place wouldn't be here in the first place. "And why is that, exactly? What stopped you from asking him in person if he cared. He wasn't mute, after all."

Flipping the knife into the air for a moment, the Shadow let his head tilt to one side, the grayish-brown hair hiding one golden eye as a grin spread across his face, showing nothing but teeth. "Or perhaps you didn't care enough to do so, is that it?"

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shadow akihiko is a loser pass it on

"Please, I could have told you that."

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She gulped—the knife taunting her a little as she looked at him once more. “…indisposed?” She repeated softly and kept her arms down by her side. Fuuka had to tread very carefully with him. “…I-I was just wondering…what you were doing. You didn’t call me—but, I mean, you were busy though…I-I thought…”

"…that you didn’t care…"

"Didn't care?" The Shadow tilted his head to one side, a cold smile crossing his face. "Didn't care about what? Because he didn't care about a lot of things. Some things he cared too much about, but that's neither here nor there ..."

Gold eyes narrowing a bit, he thought of the best way to go about this; Yamagishi's self confidence was low, so it would be easy to dig into her there ... "But why need a man to care for you?"

#ugh papers #hisses

Jack the Ludo Bile

vexingvixens

Naoto cursed herself for making such an amateur mistake. She had a bout of Yosuke’s clumsiness and tumbled headfirst into the TV in her apartment, winding up in a remote location of the TV World. She had no shoes on, the bare minimum of ammunition for her gun, not to mention she was feeling somewhat hungry.

Dammit, if only she knew which way it was towards the exit to Junes, this would be easier… For now, she’d have to wander this odd dungeon in the Midnight Channel. The place was surreal and unlike any of the other dungeons Naoto had seen or heard about. Just what was this place? And more importantly, who created it?

Feeling the cold ground through her socks, Naoto pulled the brim of her hat down and stepped forward, hoping to find a way out of the dungeon before any Shadows found her.

#vexingnaoto #in which shadejiro #is a creeper

The shadows were suddenly restless.

Pausing, the walker tilted his head to one side, looking around. Had someone else entered this city? Only the damned and the hated were here, so who ...?

Curiosity pipped, the walker continued to move forward, eventually finding the newcomer. A younger person - they were short - and dressed like an officer. Letting a smirk cross his lips, the walker decided to see how long he could follow them before he was noticed.

'This promises to be interesting ...'

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She didn’t know what brought her to him—she was…just confused to see this shadow in front of her. The knife scared her a little bit. “…Shinjiro…senpai?” She said slowly, knowing this was not a good thing at all.