#eldershirogane

[eldershirogane-blog]

Noir's Archive

[Misanori’s eyes widened a fraction at the sight of a doppelganger of his granddaughter walking into the room behind her. He stared silently at the two of them for a few moments before slowly standing up.]

So… I assume she is the main reason for this discussion, correct?

[whitebellsleuth]

[Naoto nods once in response, keeping her grip on Noir’s hand firm] It is. She appeared again several weeks ago and we’ve been hiding her presence decently well inside the manor, especially if you’ve not noticed until now. 

Unfortunately, we do not know the reason for why this is, nor have we given it a great amount of consideration. In a sense, she is alive because I am. [“More directly, because of Yamato-Takeru…” she adds silently, but the issues of Persona are best avoided to one who did not have one. It would only get confusing.]

Noir is a name we both decided on for her. She has left the manor by making use of a wig and coloured contacts, so no one is aware of her presence beyond the few friends I have who met her during our original encounter. [she glances at her Shadow for a moment and then adds softly]

She is not as she was during the confrontation I explained to you earlier, I can assure you of that. Having her around… [she pauses, then offers an uneasy smile, not sure if her metaphor will be correct] …it is my estimation that having a younger sister feels something like this.

[whitebellsleuth]

Yes… that would be correct. There is a reason that I’ve brought this issue to your attention. [She pulls her arm out of the television and offers Misanori an apologetic look. Perhaps she’d said a little too much too quickly. In her fear of becoming tongue-tied or hesitant to speak, she’d said as much as she could as quickly as possible — like pulling off a bandage. It seemed the best method.]

I believe that it goes without explanation that this is something which cannot leave this Estate. Ever. But…

[she pauses, unsure of how to explain] Perhaps it is simply best that I show you instead.

[walking back over to the door, Naoto opens it and leans out for a moment, talking in a hushed tone so that Misanori would not be able to hear]

Other-me, Noir… it’s alright. Please do not be frightened. I believe the bulk of the shock has managed to settle well for him. We’re ready for you now. [she extends her hand out for the Shadow to take] Come inside; I won’t let go unless you request it.

[whitebellsleuth]

[Without further delay, Naoto enters the room and bows her head politely before she removes her cap and sets it down on a small table near the door. She approaches her Grampa’s desk and stands beside the chair opposite his rather than sit, her gaze serious.]

There is something I wish to speak to you about, though I am afraid the context of this issue will be… most shocking, perhaps even on par with the impossible. I only ask that you listen to the entire story and take into account all the evidence to be offered with it, and to please understand that I have a limited amount of information I can give because of secrecy promised to others.

[eldershirogane-blog]

[The aged detective looked at his granddaughter curiously as she spoke, then nodded slowly.]

I understand, Naoto. Though I must admit I have doubts to there being things that I would deem impossible at this stage in my life. I have seen a great deal, but the fact you would think there is peaks my curiosity a great deal.

[He shifts in his seat slightly.]

I give my word that I will listen to your entire story. I’m quite interested to hear what you have to say.

[whitebellsleuth]

[The odd urge to laugh rises in Naoto’s chest, but she suppresses it quickly. As much as she believes her Grampa’s words, there is no doubt what she has to share will likely make even some of the more bizarre stories he’s shared with her before.]

Several months ago, as you know, I was assisting in the solving of the Inaba murder cases…. [she pauses and takes a deep breath before launching into a detailed explanation of the events that followed. She avoided the details pertaining the events of Izanami and Ameno-Sagiri (as she severely doubted her Grampa wished to hear that she’d almost died once, then died saving the life of Souji Seta the second time, and somehow been brought back to life. Yes, that much should be avoided) and ends with the explanation of her own Shadow. That was perhaps the most awkward. She avoided the details about a battle and only spoke of the verbal confrontation and kept her summary of Personae brief, but with enough explanation to grasp a basic understanding.]

I… I realise this is a great deal to take in. [she sighs as she approaches the television in his study, standing beside it] And I know that offering such… unique evidence so abruptly must cause you some shock, but… [placing her hand against the television, Naoto feels it slip past the screen as if she were touching naught but water and stops once it reaches her elbow]

…I ask that you please believe me.

[whitebellsleuth]

He is currently downstairs in his study. It would be best to get him on one of his days off, should we wait until tomorrow, it is possible that he will have another case and his mind will be distracted. Taking on as much information as we will have to offer could hinder whatever case he might be on.

[Stepping forward, Naoto takes Noir’s hand in her’s and gives it a reassuring squeeze before leading the other outside and into the hallway and down the stairs. The study is only a short walk away after that, and the sleuth stops outside the door to turn back to her Shadow] I will enter first and explain as much as I am able. It would be best he is at least a little prepared before seeing both of us at the same time.

Don’t run… Please trust me; I won’t allow anything negative to occur. It won’t take long.

[She turns to the door and knocks three times, waiting only a moment before she speaks] Grampa? May I come in?

[eldershirogane-blog]

[Misanori looked up from the casework on his desk at the sound of the knocking. His lips curl into a smile when he hears his granddaughter’s voice.]

Yes, you may come in Naoto.

[He neatly stacks the papers he had been intently examining and closes the few open folders before sitting more attentively for when Naoto enters.]

[shadowrevolver-blog]

RP Partner: fortunesrevolver & eldershirogane

Status: Incomplete Total Note count: 11

Summary: After months of hiding away in the house, now is the moment to tell Grampa Shirogane that there might be more than one version of his precise granddaughter...

Specific Note: This was started by a reblog to 'overwhelm my muse with feels'... No price for those who figured out who won that.

fortunesrevolver:

Other-me? Ah… I realise this may be awkward, but I just wished to express my gratitude for all you’ve done for me thus-far. Despite the restrictions that your being in this world has cause you, you’ve never once complained or attempted to rebel against them. [reaching into her pocket, she produces a hand-crafted detective’s badge] Since I had access to the supplies here in the Estate, this one has a camera and a transceiver in it — it’s the first I’ve made since Souji-kun’s in years. I realise it isn’t much… but its range should cover throughout most of Inaba. You’ll be able to communicate with me should you ever require me when I’m outside of the house. Since we were forced to destroy your mobile due to its violent nature.

And also… [she offers a small smile] I think… it’s time we spoke to Grampa. He is just as much your family as he is mine. It may be impossible to explain to the world about you and that world… but the Shirogane Estate is your home, you deserve to be able to move throughout it freely without being forced to dive into a television should he walk into the room.

“…” The Shadow stood still for a moment, and blinked. She had almost frozen entirely on the spot, and save the slight shaky inhale, she don’t dare move. She spend a good half a minute letting the words sink in, and analyzing every words quickly to be certain she did not just misunderstood what she was being told.

Noir blinked again, and almost as if she’s afraid it would break something, she took the badge in her hands. If there is one piece of equipment she will not attempt to open and modify, this is it.

She carefully wrapped her fingers around it, intending to put it to good use when she heard the second part. The second part… Noir stared at Naoto with wide eyes, almost unable to process what the other had just said.

“A-are you… certain?” The idea was … Noir admits, it is equal part exciting and terrifying. Exciting, because she might be finally able to meet the man she had respected all her existence, and terrified, because she can’t imagine how he would take the news of her existence…

“I don’t mind hopping between the worlds…” She never quite mentioned the affect of escaping the TV world has on her, but she has a feeling maybe Naoto knows already.

[Naoto shakes her head firmly, a small frown on her face] If the short amount of time it takes you to fall asleep at night is as strong of an indicator as I believe it to be, then I wish to address the problem in any way I am able. Going between the two worlds is difficult enough for a human when done frequently. For someone who was intended and created with a body only to survive in one… I imagine it must be exhausting at times.

Besides… We’ve addressed the matter before, and you do wish to be able to meet him, do you not? As “yourself” and not while pretending to be me? While the boundaries of this roof and the backyard are the best I am able to offer at the current time, you should be able to enjoy and utilise them to the fullest, not hide away.

Grampa is, as we both know, very understanding. As long as we approach the matter in a calm manner, he should be able to understand to an extent. Yakushiji-san… admittedly, he may be more difficult. He might believe it to be a prank at first and very uneasy, but… I’m certain it will end well.

“That…” Noir fall silent as she avoid looking at Naoto in the eyes. It’s not as if she wish to hide the fact she feels rather exhausted quite often than not, but the feeling of being a burden is not a feeling she can take easily. “It wasn’t as bad as you think.”

“In any case, while I would simply love to meet him as myself, and as much as I know he’s understanding… you do realize you will have to admit you are, in a sense, hiding a potentially dangerous being in your home, yes?” She gesture to herself.

“And I do not think Yakushiji-san will take this well at all. I believe he have already started questioning his eyes the few times he almost caught me…” It was mostly the eyes. The contacts can hide the golden colour, but cannot hide the fact they can glow completely. ‘Must acquire something better for disguising eyes or find alternative method of hiding completely.’ She noted to herself.

[Naoto is sceptical of her Shadow’s claims, but does not address them for now. It isn’t important. She can always talk about that later.]

I realise this, yes… But as it is, it would appear that you are willing to listen to the rules that I set and I doubt that you would ever endanger Grampa’s life. While the rules may become somewhat stricter in regards to building things and the tools you are allowed to use, I doubt that he would cast you to the streets or even consider committing you. Not to mention I would not allow it.

[The thought of Yakushiji crosses her mind and she almost laughs. That poor man has been through so much. It is no wonder his hair is turning grey. She wouldn’t be surprised if he was suspicious, rather, she’d be more concerned if he wasn’t, but still, he would adjust with time. He was very understanding.]

She don’t doubt Naoto’s words, but less positive in her thinking. Grampa won’t toss her out of the house precisely because she look identical - and is identical, mostly - to Naoto. Grampa would probably think up a list of damage the Shadow can do if she goes around as such.

No, what she imagine is Grampa might react more violently to an imposter. Or maybe that’s just her growing fear of this encounter is saying.

On the other hand, she really want to meet him regardless. And all this hiding, traveling between worlds is causing a noticeable effect. She does want to put a stop to it at times, but she never found the will to utter the idea to Naoto. Perhaps this is her chance now?

“… I hope you are right.” She gave Naoto a smile, trying to hide the nervous excitement at the idea. “So… when shall we do this?”

Noir had been standing just outside the study with her back pressed against the doors as the two talk. She can hear what they were discussing faintly through the thick polished wood, and flinched at certain part of the story, especially the part involving herself. She’s at least grateful Naoto left out the battle…

When the door opened from behind her, she jumped and took a step back. This is it… She looked Naoto in the eyes, and taking a gulp to swallow the thick nervousness in her throat, she reached out to the hand offered to her with a nod.

The first step into the study was a hard one. She was, of course, familiar with the layout of it, and being in physical contact with Naoto always helps. But nothing at all will ever beat the sudden wrench of fear shooting through her being as she looked up at Misanori. Grampa.

She stood a step behind Naoto, almost wanting to hide behind her counterpart but clenched her free hand into a fist and stood still. It was all she can do to resist the urge to just turning around and run away.

When Grampa stood up, the urge to run only grew stronger, although she isn’t sure which way she wants to run: to Grampa and embrace the man she had loved unconditionally since her creation, or the other way out the door.

Either way, it doesn’t matter, because Naoto’s grip is keeping her grounded and attentive. It’s reassuring, but it still couldn’t keep her from taking the smallest step back. Her eyes glowed as she watched the two with a fascination. This is a familiar scene. This is something she had seen dozen of times in their shared memories… and for the first time, it plays out in front of her eyes. It was almost… surreal.

This whole meeting is surreal. Everything is really. How did she get here, from being a mere shadow in a separate world…

Finding her voice was difficult, but she managed, just barely.

“I-I won’t cause any harm. I promise I won’t do anything to cause any trouble to you or to Rea-Naoto… Grampa.” The last word was uttered in the quietest voice she had ever used. She looked up at him, wanting to know his reaction as much as wanting to avoid seeing the backlash.

[whitebellsleuth]

Tumblr Crushes:

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(OOC: ... ... ... Souji, once your internet returns, you will not be pleased.) 

[whitebellsleuth]

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(OOC: Well done, Souji-kun. You've gotten your place back. I cannot help but wonder if Other-me will steal it from you once again. I only see one name here that confuses me this time.)

[whitebellsleuth]

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Well done, Souji-kun. You've regained your spot. It only took... almost two weeks. 

[whitebellsleuth]

The 'Fated' Meeting

Naoto sat nervously in her living room, glancing at her watch every few minutes. The green letters reading 'Out of Range' did nothing to settle her nerves, and she was left with only the unread book in her lap for comfort. The sleuth sighed in frustration and reached for her untouched tea, bringing the cup to her lips briefly before it was lowered onto the table once again without a single sip having been taken. The grandfather clock in the corner of the room seemed to be at least ten times louder than normal, and the noise was starting to give her a headache. A sudden beeping from the region of her wrist pulled the young detective out of her thoughts and she stood up, watching as the numbers slowly began to decrease. Her feet immediately lead her to the door and where she grabbed the knob, waiting until the watch's face read  "< 1 Metre" and opened the door. "Good evening, Senpai," she smiled faintly, stepping side for him to enter. "Grampa and I have been waiting for you. He's in the study on the third floor." Her stomach was beginning to writhe nervously and she tightened her grip on the knob, silently scolding herself for acting childish about the matter. "...Shall we join him now? I expect he'll come down here if we don't arrive soon. He is under the impression that I am going to, ah... 'make a run for it'."