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[mustbesotired-blog]

“Halloween...a celebration for the dead? Then is everyone here dead?” the concept was baffling. Why would you be excited about being dead? 

He shoves some candy into his mouth; it’s the only acceptable part of this “holiday”. 

[certacyborgleader-blog]

The Hole

Certa had been anxiously awaiting some action for a very long time now. As much as she abated her desires for combat, ingrained over two centuries of nearly non-stop fighting, it was not enough. Peace was still something very foreign to her mind, and spending her spare time fixing and repairing tech only kept her mind off of the concept of peace, rather than helping her get used to it. 

So when the first rumbles and initial wave of panic heralded its arrival, Certa made her way there post-haste, hoping that she’d get a real taste of battle here. And with the shadows and the demons both bringing the other persona users into the hole, she knew this would be an excellent opportunity to sate her bloodlust--even if she wouldn’t have called it by that term. She took a quick estimation of how deep the hole was before jumping in, expecting to do a combat roll to lessen the impact. 

Fortunately, the dense foliage on the way down meant she didn’t have to. Caught up in the same sort of recklessness that got her yelled at by Togami not too long ago, she began exploring, keeping a wary eye out for any shadows, and suppressing any feelings of awe she experienced from the sights down here. She would be lead to a battlefield here, and she knew that quite well.

In her desire for battle, she was the first to make her way within sight of the stepped temple. However, while she did not mind the combat she was engaging in with these shadows, she was being careful not to provoke too many at once, for she did recognize she lacked the power she once wielded. She could’ve went back to find another Persona User to group up with, but she didn’t, instead opting to keep fighting cautiously until one caught up with her. 

[scintillatingbrightness-blog]

“Finally!  I was getting tired of waiting.  Clear the way—don’t bother tossing me in, I’m going anyways.  We’ll see if the enemies in there compare to the kind of competition I’m used to.”

[scintillatingbrightness-blog]

“Why did that earthquake have to happen so early in the morning?  I was sleeping!”

“...Though, I am curious as to what it was or what it did.”

[loveisnotareliableword]

“I already said. I don’t got no treasure. Just need a ride back.”

“Is it that big of a problem? I thought everybody stayed at the lodge.”

[mustbesotired-blog]

Looks up at you.

AGGRESSIVELY SHOVES A HANDFUL OF HERSHEY KISSES INTO HIS MOUTH BECAUSE FUCK YOU. Who knows why he’s being so moody, but chocolate was a good answer to everything. Also, fuck you.

[arrhthmic-blog]

“Sorceresses, missions, and magical rabbits...  Just what kind of schools did you all attend?” If he thought Ashford Academy a little unusual, it was nothing compared to what he’s been hearing. 

[naturesaltar-blog1]

Iota sits with her knees curled up to her chest on the lounge’s plush window-seat, quietly studying a worn book she holds in her hands. She had figured out that this particular spot in the Lodge made for good reading, as it allowed her to get the little sun that shone though the thick mountain clouds. Though that certainly wasn’t the case today - a strong blizzard raged outside, completely blotting out the sun. Regardless, she sits in her usual place, accompanied by a plush blanket she has wrapped around her shoulders. Every so often, she looks up from the pages and out to the wintry expanse beyond the glass, seemingly transfixed by the snowfall. Eventually, her head slowly turns back to the book, fingers slowly flipping through the pages. An occasional small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, but other than that, her face wears a serene, neutral mask. A sudden gust of wind howls past the window and startles her, the book in her hands clattering to the floor. Quietly, she grumbles to herself, head making a quiet thunk as it connects with the wall. “Honestly, must the storms be constant here...”

She leans over to retrieve the book, only to find that it’s frustratingly out of reach. Determined to get it back without leaving her spot, she leans a little more... and instantly finds herself falling onto the the floor with a ceremonious bang, tangled in her blanket. Silently embarrassed, she lays there mumbling, hoping no one else saw the debacle.

“I suppose today is a blessed one.”