#howlinggod

[evolutionsofpsychic]

PERSONA Open

Felix seemed to be in a daze after falling through the TV...he was in a place that seemed unfamiliar but also familiar at the same time and standing beside him was...himself? No, it was him but something was off... "Finally, you wake up." The other Felix retorted, wearing dual swords on his back, and with yellow eyes and a demonic voice mix. "I don't know why you resisted for so long. You really thought your 'bonds' with new friends would protect you? They are as shallow as the world, even established bonds will always break. That's how weak the world really is!" He was about to say something more but...he heard someone approach the room from the other side of the door. The real Felix could hear it too...did someone come to rescue him?

[thejunesprince-old]

Trapped ; {howling-god} [AU]

When Yosuke's scooter suddenly broke down it felt like his idiotic bad luck had struck again, but when Yu's stopped functioning moments later the brunet knew there was no way it could be coincidence.  The pair had decided on taking a trip out of town for fun, and instead of taking the train they had felt confident enough in their abilities to drive.  It wasn't supposed to be a long trip, anyway, but they had been forced to stop for gas at one point.  Could someone at the station have tampered with their bikes?

No, don't be ridiculous.  There's a better explanation for this...somewhere.

The area was unfamiliar, and the sun was already going down, which left Yosuke feeling anxious.  The urge to panic was already starting to rise up in his chest, but somehow he managed to keep a grip on himself.  Alone he would surely have been a mess, but with Yu there alongside him he could at least pretend to be all right.  Yu always had the answers; he'd know what to do.

"D'you...d'you think it's like a dead zone for cell phones or something...?" he asked, the thought sounding even more ridiculous now that he had spoken it aloud.  "Why would our bikes just...stop like this...?"

And where exactly where they?  There were plenty of trees lining the road, stretching on further into infinity, from what Yosuke could see.  Somehow they must have gotten lost, since even on their rides out of town they had been vaguely aware of their surroundings.  It was possible they had just taken a wrong turn, but without their scooters it wasn't easy to just turn around and backtrack their way to home to Inaba.

[jokyoukou]

❛we danced on top of cars [au]

(♪) howling--god; [wedding planning/photography AU]

Dainty footsteps carry her through the neighborhood, its narrow avenues gently snow-lit, reinforced by intermittent pools of opaque streetlight. Leather, belt-laced boots click lightly across the frost-powdered pavement, leaving imprints of her brisk presence and sailing her past a chain of small, idiosyncratic boutiques and art galleries. Her excitable form, flawlessly-trimmed black tresses jouncing with every spring in her step, flits across the glass business doors fogged from the chill in the air.

She has a predisposition for blissfully-unaware haste whenever inspired. A sizable scratch book cradled to her chest and a brown paper bag filled with take-out in her other arm, Yukiko scuttles towards the only loft along the street where the indoor lights still illuminate its single windowpane. Third level up in the archetypal, old-times cast iron architecture, directly above two upscale fashion outlets, weathering a tricky monthly rent--

     -- the studio co-owned by a somewhat unlikely pair for event planning.

"-- I'm back! Brrr, it's really starting to feel like December out there." There's a mild bustle as she shoulders herself through the atelier's door, kept ajar just for her return. Leaning back, she shuts the entrance with an easy nudge, before planting the bag of Indian take-out atop an occupied counter.

"Sorry to make you wait up for supper, Narukami-kun. I planned to pick our order up and leave straight away, but while I was at the restaurant, I came across something that totally resolves the issue I've been having with Mr. Morooka and Ms. Kashiwagi's wedding reception! Take a look at this," she remarks, slipping a hand into her double-breasted jacket and retrieving a plain, brown drink coaster.

The business name of the Indian cuisine restaurant is imprinted upon it, and below, three lines prompting for advice on 'improvements' to customer service.

"I was thinking we should have a good number of these printed -- one for each guest attending the party, along with a supply of pens so that they can jot down advice for the bride and groom before their drinks are served. Kind of like stationary paper - only with a more personal touch, don't you think?"

[jokyoukou]

+ original post by howling--god

She has heard and read plenty about young women being groped on the train lines -- but never had it crossed her mind that the same would one day happen to her, too. Not when she always took great care to keep her form well-guarded in the busy public.  

Although she had reacted out of instinctive terror, it mortifies Yukiko to realize the courage she had gained throughout the past year in the presence of her friends had nearly been completely dashed in that instant. She had become vulnerable under the assault a nobody among a busy crowd of nobodies, and although she can still feel the sting in the palm of her hand from retaliating towards her assailant, her knees also tremble, like leaves about to give in to a gale.

She finds it increasingly difficult to detach herself from him now; there's no reassurance greater than Yu and his sensitivity, his concern. When a situation is as dreadful as it currently is, no amount of shame can parallel the traumatizing horror that had only a minute or two ago stigmatized the young inn heiress. Struggling to minimize her show of frailty, Yukiko pulls back, simultaneously attempting to conceal the tears that had welled up underneath her fringe.

"I... I'm sorry." She gasps amid a hiccup, hastily reaching up to swipe at her watering eyes.  To maintain her icy facade seems too much of an endeavor. "I-I don't know what's gotten into me. I.. j-just need a minute or two to calm down."

[evolutionsofpsychic]

howling--god has approached | Human AU!Felix

Felix seemed to enjoy having a quiet day out on the town. His head was tucked under his arm and an expression on the blue-haired male's face showed that he didn't care about what people thought of his look. He did notice, however, a male with what appears to be silver hair coming out of a shop across from him. Felix stared at the male, as he has never seen this person before. Perhaps he recently moved in?