#jokarnofuru

[heroicrow]

@jokarnofuru

The young detective sits calmly, seemingly peacefully reading the tale of Robin Hood, at a table in the garden of Chamomile’s apartment complex. It’s as if he’s been here all along. As if he belongs here, part of the residency of this place. He blends in. No longer a celebrity, just a new arrival that no one personally cares about or knows.

He likes it this way. At least for now. He’s used to being alone and it’s nice not to be pestered. Still, he has a world of questions and no leads on where to get answers. How did he get here? How did he survive? What and where is this place?

Focus, he reminds himself, tuning back in to the words on the page. He’s not sure if they gave him this book for a reason, or just as an ironic knick knack, but in the least it serves to be a good distraction as he forces himself to maintain his composure. He’ll seek answers when he knows where to start. There’s no point in letting himself get riled up in confusion or distress. It’s not like he can return, anyways. Not like there’s anything for him to return to.

Still...

No. The anger cuts off just as it begins to bubble at the thought of finishing what he started with Shido. He can’t focus on that. Not right now. 

He takes a sip of his tea and plays off a deep, calming inhale as a soft sigh. He returns to his book once more, making a concerted effort to analyze the text instead of letting his thoughts wander.

He almost gets absorbed in it when something catches the corner of his eye. Someone’s staring at him. He lowers the book to look over at the other, a pleasant smile already adorning his features in greeting--

At least until comprehension takes hold.

No.

What?

How?

Akechi freezes. His usual facade completely drops, giving way instead to shock and--horror? fear? pain?

The figure before him should be dead.

He should--

There’s the weight of a gun.

The sound of a shot.

The sense of satisfaction.

It all causes the boy to lurch, just a bit. It causes his stomach to sink and fold onto itself. His lips twist into a joke of a smile and an eerie laugh escapes his throat.

Is this God’s sick sense of humor? Is fate playing them like puppets once again?

The laugh escalates a little further before stilling entirely and suddenly.

If he were thinking logically, he shouldn’t be terribly surprised by this turn of events. If he himself could be brought here despite dying, what’s to say Akira couldn’t be, as well? It’s unfortunate that logic apparently back flipped out of the window when his mind fogged over with memories (well, at least the ones he has).

His smile drops. He sets his book down and stands up to completely face his rival. He should, after all, shouldn’t he? After all he’d done. It’s about time. 

Something in the pit of his stomach tells him something is off, but he can’t dwell on it.

“Kurusu-kun.”  he starts, finally, hesitating almost unnoticeably. His voice is even, calm, well-practiced, despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within him. “Haha, I suppose it has been a while, hasn’t it?”

[hermithief]

@jokarnofuru​ ♡’d for a starter

This isn’t your home. She had realized that in an instant, first moment that she’d awoken in this place, alone and informationless. Futaba wants to hide inside, but; no, she can’t do that. If not the promise that she’d made to do her best— then for the fact that she needs to track down some good tech, asap ( what is she without it, after all; she might have her phone, but there’s limitations: some of her programs have clearly been fiddled with...or something like that. Her head doesn’t feel very clear at the moment ).

It is easy to say and harder to do, though: unfamiliar people and places leave her uneasy; her feet feel heavy and she stumbles a little as she moves along. Her thoughts are a little bit of a jumbled mess, she doesn’t have anything here, there’s no key item, she’s— “Ah...!” She bumps into stranger; hand had lifted without her realizing, wilts in on herself a little. “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to...” What had she meant to do, hm? Focus. This isn’t the time to lose yourself.

[hakuchigun]

Chuuya Nakahara’s knowledge of school began at “place where kids go everyday” and ended at “is apparently a requirement in decent society”. In ramshackle tent town built on the lawless, bloody ruins of Suribachi, it was as far out from his bubble of awareness as the stars are to ants. 

Then, well, once he’d left, moved up, it was a similar situation, only instead of being the ant he was the stars. There wasn’t time or need for upshooting mafia child to attend something as quaint as that, so many other more important things... Besides, you ever heard of a school that would accept a student like that?

So, naturally, he had no practical idea of what they did there. Was it fun? Was it hell? Was it easy to make friends? Were there bullies? What about the teachers? 

...Will Kyouka be okay on her first day??? 

From what he could tell, she’d been kept isolated before joining the mafia and only went for a year or so when she was five, and then... Well, just like he’d experienced in the past, the transition between Port Mafia and normal childhood experiences was impossible.

And that’s why, dear readers, there’s a very scary looking man in long coat and hat, trying to look very very inconspicuous but shooting looks that scare off anyone who might dare approach him.

Oh. Did I forget to mention?

He’s also just, nonchalantly, skulking around... on the walls of Hyacinth Academy, treating the vertical structure like it was nothing more than a sidewalk.

@jokarnofuru

[heroicrow]

                                                    Contact                                                   Kurusu Akira @jokarnofuru​

> Kurusu-kun, are you still in class? > I’m stopping by Koibucks, would you like me to pick you up anything? > We should play a game of chess tonight.

[vraelgard]

( and upon prior reserve here's akira kurusu from persona 5! app can be found via /app! )

the city is open to you, akira kurusu. welcome to terra.

you will be housed in twin apartments M1, where you will find your phantom thief outfit, though you have to change into it the normal way now, instead of by cool metaverse magic. sorry. regular verse only. that means your model weapons are still just models, too.

you will retain your persona arsene as a familiar, along with use of its eiha skill.

♠ rook

[godkinned]

@jokarnofuru was visiting the Belladonna District. 

the city, after all its shenanigans — was surprisingly quieter than it’s boisterous introduction and rowdy events. the underwater city was quite interesting, to be sure. suffering people not being the norm? why, joshua didn’t realize that was how things were usually supposed to be in life!

it’s a still city compared to the loud and rowdy shibuya— if he had to compare it to neku’s acquaintances, he’d call this place more of a rhyme than a beat. maybe even a sanae, with how many secrets it seemed to hold. which was unfortunate—because joshua did not appreciate too many secrets in how a world was run, but he was not a hypocrite — he would not demand them, when he held many himself.

instead— he’d find them one by one, and hold them close to his chest as playing cards to play at times of distress.

though he supposes he’d been slacking off.

oh, footwork is a dirty, dirty word. but there are simply times the king must move in a chess game of massive proportions, though that wasn’t quite a good metaphor. maybe he should liken himself more as the queen. much more range.

joshua didn’t even like chess. monopoly was better for chaos.

“Oh, you’re not from around here, aren’t you?”

a song of home, and yet not. not quite birds of a feather, but he hears a familiar tune in the deafening silence that was koi.

sweetpea is a rather dangerous maid cafe, and perhaps that’s why he finds himself visiting it today. the belladonna district held scrumptious information, and even tastier cakes. hmm… he wouldn’t want to bad mouth the owner here. but it’s not quite to his liking. sanae’s bitter coffee had grown on him more.

“A highschooler, too. How daring. What brings you to Belladonna districts?”

says the 14 year old. sliding into the seat across akira, making himself at home.

[hakuchigun]

“Nakahara-san.” He holds out the gift wrapped in red paper with a black ribbon. “Happy holidays. This is thanks for the gift you got me before and for being there for me as well. Thank you, and I hope you like it.” Within the gift is a leather coat and leather gloves, along with a note that says “Come by when you want and I can make you coffee whenever. Curry too if you want.”

“Akira. G’morning!”

Akira is greeted before Chuuya takes the gift; man nods in acknowledgement, takes it in his hand and shakes his head gently with a grin.

“You didn’t have to get me anything in return,” he says, face and voice making it obvious he’s rather happy that Akira thought of him! 

He opens it up, and the physical gifts are felt gently, soft smile. They’re rather stylish, and matching, and honestly he’d be pleased with anything Akira gave him, but knowing Akira thought to get him something he’d like is warming, and he’s definitely got a stupid looking smile on his face as he reads the note.

“Just hearing from you is enough for me, but I won’t say no to sharing a drink and a meal with you. Just, I’ll bring stuff over to share as well. Can’t have you doing it all, right?”

@jokarnofuru

[hermithief]

Surprisingly this is the easiest gift he’s had to pick out. Outside of Futaba’s apartment is a gift wrapped in green paper with an orange ribbon. Within the gift is a new pair of headphones mostly meant for gaming, a few games and an action figure similar to the ones in her room back home. Also a plush of a familiar cat that holds a letter that reads “Happy holidays Futaba. I know we got off to a rough start but I wanted to do this. I hope you enjoy the gifts and can you make me a promise? Sojiro mentioned to me once you made a promise list before and I want to make one with you if that’s okay. -Akira.”

The gift waiting for her is a curious sight because… well, quite honestly, she wasn’t expecting to get anything— not that she’s complaining! She’s far from it, actually, considering Christmas is going to be…as eventless as she’s used to it being, actually ( which is to say, less so than it has been in recent years ). It’s like the surprise chest at the end of a dungeon, as far as the rewarding feeling goes: in more simplistic terms, Futaba is overjoyed to see it. Of course, then it’s a matter of figuring out who the sender is, as she lugs package back to her room. Most definitely not Akechi, she thinks that’s a pretty safe bet to make, which is fair enough because she doesn’t really want to deal with that can of worms either: rather, she’d firmly decided not to tackle getting him a gift because she’s not sure how to handle…that, so it’ll make her feel at ease if she is not given a thing in turn either, even if she feels a little bad about it in hindsight— he’s always been a sort of lonely person too, hasn’t he? Still though…

( Well, it’s kind of too late for that now. Maybe she’ll send him a card for New Year’s or something to make up for it )

Package is put on her desk, a long pause: wrapping paper creates noises that are unpleasant to her ears, but finds that it is wrapped well enough that she can minimalize crinkling and other less palatable sounds, so it is quickly disposed of so she can dig into the meat of what the box actually holds. Headphones are ( somewhat ) carefully tossed onto her bed for further inspection later, games are placed aside so she can double-check that she can actually play them ( her gaming set-up is what one might call lacking, at the moment ), and action figure is grabbed and carefully arranged on some of the spare space on her desk ( rest in peace, her fallen soldiers back home, at least here her collection would’ve been safe from a certain someone’s spontaneous artistic rearrangement ). 

A moment of hesitation, plushie is left alone a little longer, does not wish to acknowledge it quite yet as she reaches for note to read instead. Note’s contents are more surprising to her than sender; small frown as eyes scan words written, free hand reaches to twine finger’s in the comfort that plush body provides. She supposes that part adds up, at least, it’s not like her promise lists had been secret, but…it’s more so the weight of it. Oh, she’d thought about making one for here too, a list of things to try and do here— for them, him. Futaba didn’t just go around doing that with just anyone, and it’s hard for her to justify that in her mind, however well-meaning gesture is: there are things that belong on that list that she doesn’t know if she’d trust to bring up around him. Maybe she’ll compromise and make two lists…? Hm. Well, Akira did say if she was okay with it, and…she gets the feeling he’d understand if she decided this was a task she wanted to do on her own. He’s probably not going to rush her for a decision either, so she’ll at least leave it for further consideration, or something like that.

Reluctantly, plush is finally rescued from the cold prison of a box, pulled completely out instead of just toying with it, holds it at arm’s length as she stares at it ( it had not gone unnoticed, the likeness it held to…a certain feline ). It only makes sense that he’d know Morgana too, since cat hung around cafe as well, but…Mona spent a lot of time with them, so…some part of it feels like it doesn’t really add up, but she’s kind of gathered from their first meeting that maybe she should just accept some things for what they are. Or at least until she can properly start trying to dig into the databases here; it hurts to think on it for too long. Yeah. That seems right. Plush is held to her chest, lips tug downwards. “Wish you were here, Mona…It’d be nice if someone was here to back me up on all this.” 

Somehow, despite the fact that getting gifts are supposed to be an enlivening experience, she feels like her mood has only gotten downer.