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[tacitusauxilium]

moved from here ~ @bloodycharge

Oh, my God. Here's judging me.

Fuuka internally began to freak out, wondering if she stepped over a line she never saw but stood her ground. Somewhere, she could swear Minako was giving her a thumbs up at her talking to someone. Especially a boy. Fuuka looked up at his face, seeing the slightest twinge of a muscle in his cheek, as she bit her bottom lip and hoping that was in favor of a small smile than a frown.

"You mean... Moriyama-san." Fuuka stated matter-of-factly. "She told me a while back that she doesn't go to that place anymore." That was a shocker for Fuuka since Natsuki considered her a friend now. Like she indirectly saved her life from going downhill with the crowd she was hanging out with.

The heat in her face started to diminish slowly, turning from rosy red to a sunrise pink. "And, well, I've finally got to meet the guy who helped guide Minako-chan and the others to finding me in Tartarus." Her hands moved to her chest, one on top of the other, as she bowed towards her senpai. "You really didn't have to do that, you know?"

[takegold]

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[foolshoujo]

teehee, logs off

[electricea-arc]

Closed starter for @bloodycharge!

"Whoa..." He's probably coming off as just a little odd just now but he can't help it...! Blinking dumbly, he finally speaks. "Your hat...looks incredibly cool...! Like, badass...!"

[a1gis]

for muses that are getting to know each other | accepting.

@bloodycharge asked: ❝ care to join me? ❞

Azure   gaze   had   been   lingering   on   the   two,   Koromaru   and   Shinjiro.   From   her   observations   they   had   grown   quite   close.   It   fascinated   Aigis,   how   a   human   and   a   canine   could   become   friends,   it   also   caused   her   to   silently   wonder   if   a   machine...   and   a   human   could   bond   like   that?   Machines   weren't   meant   for   friendships   and   yet   ...the   thought   still   crossed   her   mind.

How   strange

When   her   fellow   SEES   member   addressed   her,   surprise   painted   over   artificial   features.   "You....   want   me   to   join   you   on   your   walk?"   she   hadn't   predicted   an   invitation!   "....Well,   if   it's   alright   with   Koromaru-san  ...I'd   love   it."   it   was   much   better   than   sitting   in   the   lounge   all   by   herself   ....

[maereo]

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Nix had grown accustomed to exploring Tartarus with the others, especially when he had gained the same powers they had. It would've been wrong to not lend a hand after they saved his life too.. Plus something strange was happening and Nix had the capability to help. So why not? Though that didn't mean he and the others were safe from harm, the shadows were still a very real threat at all times.

The team had run into a group of shadows, a few beetles and one large lion with a ball and chain attached to it's collar. These shadows were rather difficult to deal with but Nix had helped flipped a few of the gigantic bugs with Euterpe's wind spells. A sudden movement in the corner of his eyes grasped his attention, seeing the lion rush with unexpected speed. It was heading towards Shinjiro, who seemed focused on another foe.

So, without thinking much about his own safety, Nix sped over as fast as his legs could carry him. He wasn't going to let any friends get harmed if there was a way to prevent it. That was the only thing going through his mind when he finally managed to get between the two. Holding up his left arm to let it take the brunt of the strike from the shadow's clawed paw. Blood already started staining the floor as there didn't appear to be a hint of pain in the silverette's face at all. "Are you alright?!" Why would Nix be asking that when he clearly got hurt?

[takegold]

@bloodycharge continued from here.

It's nice, actually, to have someone to talk to this time around. Makise would've never gone through with telling anyone about it, being far too shy and cynical to so much as broach the subject with anyone outside of her team, but this time around...

Rather than scolding her friends for talking about it so loudly, she'd been calm— gauged the reaction of the man behind the counter and found that he'd been through this Persona shit, too. Sure, he's kind of a loser, but she can tolerate it. Shinjiro was a strong guy with an even stronger power at his disposal; if he knew how to play into aesthetics, he'd probably be a lot cooler.

"Yeah. You worry too much, old man," Makise speaks like the worry isn't appreciated; like he's not just barely older than the Investigation Team. The smell of beef sizzling is probably the only thing keeping her from saying worse. His cooking is the best in Inaba... not that there's much competition, considering how well some of her friends cook. It's the thought that counts.

"We're going to a strip club." This, meanwhile, is terrible out of context. "The last one was a guy worrying about his sexuality. Not sure what this one's gonna be about."

A lie, sure, but Shinjiro didn't need to know all that. ( Poor Kujikawa. Wanting to know who you are shouldn't be something to be ashamed about, yet this is how that concern manifested. Makise's heart goes out to her; these dungeons are brutal in how they like to present the "truths" of their hearts. )

Her chin resting on the palms of her hands, she grins with elbows on the counter.

"I bet you'd have an onsen instead of a strip club, too."

[takegold]

It's not long after Chidori's recovery that she's moved to a new room within the hospital. Her health is on the steady incline: heartbeat is normal, blood cell count is proper, no recent inclination towards sharp objects that would put people at risk... If anything, she seems a bit too hesitant around anything sharp or pointed, which is a stark contrast to how she was prior. (Junpei told her that she used to carry a hatchet around. She had to ask what that was first and, once knowing, asked why she would. He didn't answer.)

As the medical devices attached to her are being moved and adjusted, the nurses' chatter about things they assume Chidori won't know or care about in hushed voices:

"Maybe if he has a roommate, he won't run out like last time." "How did he do that, anyways!? He was in a coma for months!" "I don't know, but I really hope that doesn't happen again. Having to drag him back was a fight in and of itself..." "You had to drag him!?" "Yes, well—"

So on, so forth. It sounds like her new roommate is going to be... exciting, to say the least. Their little comments pique her curiosity and she's all too eager to ask about that herself. The move in and of itself doesn't take long and she sees the "he" in question.

He's a gaunt, tired man. He looks older than her, sure, but something tells her that they're the same age. Chidori, seated upright in her bed, can't help but stare as she analyzes features on his face to try and scratch this nagging feeling in the back of her mind. Have they met?

"Hello," greets the girl warmth in her voice that he likely wouldn't recognize. She's friendlier now; sweeter, the pain of her past dulled by how much she's forgotten, though not entirely gone. "It... looks like we'll be rooming together, won't we? My name is Chidori Yoshino."

& — @bloodycharge / starter call.