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Welcome one and all to the ask/rp blog for many different characters! Mostly ask. ^^;

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y’all when i log in to prove I’m still alive, mostly bc I have WRITING on here I wanna preserve and not have to repost  [hits dab ironically and hatefully, falls down the stairs] lol k bye

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also yes hi im alive

id post a pika icon but even those get le flagged haha

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Persona Q2: New Cinema Labyrinth Trailer [ENG SUB]

SPECIAL THANKS TO EXUGONSO FOR HELPING ME TRANSLATE THIS. CHECK HIS YOUTUBE OUT : https://www.youtube.com/user/exegunso

Here’s a subbed version of the trailer for anyone curious! 

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“And here we have the Phantomus Ovis Aries in an unusual environment. The creature is clearly distressed and does not wish to be there. It may strike out if greatly stressed, but it is most likely it will flee. What a boring creature.”

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Sherlock Holmes and the Adventure of... Watson Doing Absolutely Everything

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“What do you mean, ‘It doesn’t usually work’?”  Johnny raised his eyebrows, visibly curious.  Is Watson implying that he can talk to the dead…?  No, that doesn’t make any sense.  That’s impossible…right?  Johnny wasn’t going to raise hopes - no, he couldn’t afford to.  She was dead.  There was no bringing her back.  He was going to ask further, but then he heard the creaking noise coming from Watson’s neck.  That definitely wasn’t normal.

“…Are you sure you’re up to this?”  Johnny stared at Watson closely, trying to deduce where the noise came from, “Your neck made a strange noise.  I’ve never heard a noise like that from any of my patients.  In fact…”

Johnny stopped himself.  It did sound like the creaking that would come from something like shifting metal or the like, but that didn’t make any sense.  That’d imply that part of Watson’s neck at least was made of metal, and he hadn’t heard of any cases of that before.  His thoughts, however, were interrupted with Watson’s bringing up the fact that they’d have to talk to “a Sherlock”.  

Steampunk Sherlock, Johnny decided, was probably clueless.  It’d be more trouble than it’d be worth to try to recruit him for this mission.  However, he’d be much easier to recruit than Holmes, since all they’d need to do is bribe him with  any sort of food.  Holmes, meanwhile, would just tell Johnny to leave again, but if he … “convinced” Holmes with the help of his sidekicks - his left fist and his right fist, they’d have a chance of getting the competent one of the two to help them.  Perhaps Watson would be willing to join in, but Johnny had his doubts.

“So, here’s our choices - punch Holmes until he listens, or bribe Sherlock and hope he comes to some sort of logical conclusion.”

“I like both of those plans, but I think the first is our best option. You did state that he’d given you a list of people to speak to, after all.”

Watson didn’t mention it, but he figured Johnny’s Holmes knew more about this case than his own Sherlock did. After all, Sherlock had entered the scene fifteen minutes late, with Ryuu under one arm, and a box full of caramel bars under the other. This man was not remotely prepared for anything, at any time.

“I wouldn’t mind assisting you in... Gentle persuasion of your Holmes.” Not that he deserved it or anything. Not at all. “He’s far too stubborn normally. Just how do you deal with it without losing your temper?”

Watson opted to completely ignore the initial statement about his neck. If he answered that, there was the potential of opening a real big can of worms- One big enough to catch half a river’s supply of fish. At least, until he could think of a suitable answer that wasn’t “I got shot once,” or “Shit happened,”.Then it would be a much smaller and more compact can of worms, much easier to carry.

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Wow.  Snuzzfuzz does his best.  He’s done things without Hound in the past!  Like mess up cases…give over people of interest to Moriarty without realizing it…  try to distract Hound when his attention was necessary…Um… actually, I take it back, maybe he does need Hound for everything.  But that’s not relevant right now.

Johnny listened to Watson’s explanation, hand to chin, occasionally nodding.  He wasn’t quite confident that a witness who knew very little would actually be beneficial, because generally they add more confusion with their fractured memories of the incident.  However, Watson seemed like he was on a roll, and Johnny didn’t want to stop him.  Upon being prompted, however, Johnny spoke up.

“Eh, Holmes told me who to talk to…  implying that he gave up on the case.. Holmes…  but I’ve mostly forgotten the list because I was too busy yelling at him to get off his butt and go work on the case rather than trying to find four-leaf clovers,”  Johnny rolled his eyes as he recollected the scene, but thinking negatively about his partner wasn’t going to change the fact that he now had to do his partner’s job for him.

“Could try what?”  Johnny snapped out of thoughts upon hearing that Watson had an idea, “No, if you’ve got an idea, it may work.  What was the idea?  I didn’t hear it,”  Johnny stared intently at Watson, waiting for his answer.

“I rather jokingly stated that it wasn’t as if we could talk to the dead. I could try, but as a general rule? Things like that do not work. At least, not usually.”

Again with the saying too much! Watson mentally reprimands himself, shaking his head with a light cree-eeek. That’s not a good sound.

“As much as I hate to say it? We need that list. We’re going to need the input of a Sherlock after all.” What a bummer.

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“Oh, yeah, might not be lethal if not treated in time, so they used cyanide to guarantee death.  Sounds good to me,”  Johnny nodded, before pausing, “but then why didn’t they just use the cyanide in the first place?  That would’ve been easier!  …And furthermore!  The murderer could’ve just stabbed the victim a bunch more times and that would be that.  No, I don’t get it at all…!  The cyanide was not necessary!”

Hopefully 2 Watsons would be enough for this case, because the two Holmes definitely weren’t going to pitch in.  Especially Sholmes with his snark.

“Perhaps we’re missing something - maybe we need to get some information from other sources before figuring out the enigma,” Johnny recalled that Sholmes had listed off some names, but he’d forgotten most of them and he was not in the mood to deal with Sholmes’s lack of interest.

Watson was inclined to agree with Johnny. There was too many missing puzzle pieces to make reasonable progress. As tempting as it was to ask their respective Sherlocks for help.. No, they weren’t going to do that. They’re strong, independent Watsons who don’t need no Sherlock! They’re not like Snuzzfuzz McWatts, the furry who needs his Hound for everything. Watson power!

“We certainly do need assistance. Even from witnesses who barely saw the scene. They’d be far better than the nothing at all we have.” He cast a glance down to the cadaver, but did not stop speaking.”Who do we have? Other than the body, of course. It isn’t as if you can just ask the dead to tell you what happened. I mean, sure, I c--”

Watson’s rambling screeched to a stop. Nearly said too much. He quickly readjusted his train of thought and continued, hoping Johnny would miss this cue as well.

“I could try, but what would it do? It would have the effect we’d, well, expect. Absolutely nothing.”

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Luckily for Watson, Johnny and Sherlock shared a particular trait - their ability to completely ignore everything that wasn’t related to what they were thinking right then and there.  The huff didn’t even appear on Johnny’s radar of social cues because he was too focused on ‘Look at what Holmes did’.

“I know, right?  He’s always prompting me to make a statement based on part of the information he’s deducted about a crime, only to turn around and act like I should’ve caught on and that I’m not trying hard enough because of my answer.  Like, ‘No immediate sign of physical violence that I spot’ always turns into ‘But there’s actually this injury that I and my special eyes alone can see, but not you, the doctor’…  It’s annoying!”  Johnny crossed his arms, about to go on a tirade once more, until snapping back to the reality of the situation:  There’s a murder.  This isn’t about Holmes anymore.  It’s about solving the murder.  Holmes comes later.

“…Hmm?  Why would the killer stab and poison the victim?”  Johnny tilted his head, frowning and putting his hand to his chin, “Cyanide should be enough, so what’s the point of going to the effort of doing both?  Was it an act of hatred, hence the large amount of cyanide and the stab wound?  But there’s only one stab wound, and if the stabbing came after they died from cyanide, there probably would be more…  But if they were stabbed before they were poisoned, there would’ve been no reason for using all of the cyanide because they probably would’ve died from the stab wound,”  Johnny reasoned, unable to wrap his brain around what was before him.

“I get the impression someone really hated this poor man,” Watson reasoned. “There’s certainly no kill like overkill, as it’s said.”

He opted not to add any comments about the rant Johnny went on, seeing as he had a valid point, as well as it being irrelevant to the case. Skipping straight over the idea of getting a certain cat to investigate, Watson brought up another suggestion.

“The stab would might not be lethal if it was treated on time. Certainly it is bloody, but it could have been stopped. Is it possible the cyanide was to guarantee death?”

Watson was aware of his tendency to jump to conclusions, but he was certain that this time, he was headed down the right path of thinking. Not having Herlock’s condescending snark or Sherlock’s... Unique inputs could be okay this time, right? The two Watsons are on this case. No Sherlocks allowed.

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The doctor sighed, looking over the hastily written note given to him by a certain ponytail-wearing detective.

Look at the body for signs of poisoning. Ask around for information from the people of interest I stated previously. Think before you speak.

Johnny (as Arsene named him to prevent confusion between the two Watsons) simply couldn’t fathom why *he* had to be the one to solve this case. He was a doctor, not a detective, but Sholmes was in one of his moods and he couldn’t leave this case unsolved. Meanwhile, the steampunk Sherlock decided that dragging Ryuunosuke to the nearest animal shelter was more important than solving a murder.

Johnny looked to Watson with a look of pity, finally speaking up after his long, regret-filled silence. “…So,” Johnny forced a smile, “Your Holmes put you in the same boat as mine, huh? Guess there’s no way out of this one.”

Johnny was unsure which was worse - his situation or Watson’s. In his case, he blew up at Sholmes for acting lackadaisical about the murder, only for Sholmes to mumble a bored ‘You solve it, then’. In the case of Watson, Sherlock abruptly ran out, dragging Ryuunosuke by the wrist. and shouted ‘Watson can solve it!’ while excitedly and loudly inflicting uninteresting facts about dogs onto Ryuunosuke’s ears.

“…Now what?” Johnny asked the older doctor, unsure of where to begin.

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Watson simply nodded, his attention primarily on the corpse that laid in front of them. This situation didn’t seem all that odd to him- Sherlock would always get distracted, leaving Watson to drag him back on track.

At least, he thought he had. Stopping himself from going onto yet another existential crisis, he shook his head and huffed. 

“No immediate signs of physical violence that I spot,” he stated, “Blood loss appears minimal at the moment.” If he was lucky, Johnny would interpret his huffing as a preparation for speech, and not his own internal issues. 

He knew for a solid fact his situation was far worse than Johnny’s- Watson was only alright with Sherlock running off, nothing else. He especially couldn’t use any of his newer talents to investigate. Those would certainly rattle Johnny, and rattling Johnny would be absolutely unhelpful to the situation.

Leaning over the body, Watson caught a whiff of something... Almondy, along with the scent of dried blood. Stating this observation, he carefully began to shift the body to check its back. Ah. Here was the source of the blood scent- A large gash in the victim’s back, caked in dried blood from hours prior.

No words were required here. As he placed the body back where it had been, he leaned in a second time, using his free hand to wave air from the victim’s mouth to his own face. Again, the almond scent returned and Watson couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose.

“Heavy almond scent from the primary gustatory organ. Possibly cyanide poisoning, but it’s exceedingly rare to use so much on a single target... There’s no need.”

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before i reply to that-- What the heck. I thought u meant like a paragraph of exposition, not

THAT.

JUST WRITE THE WHOLE DAMN THING WHILE YOU’RE AT IT GOLLY

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how far would you go to get what you desire most

kill god

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i’m still alive, never fear

ive just been avoiding doing updates

i need to do icons but i dont feel like it

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“Words cannot describe the soul!  It’s like that one phrase, ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’.  This isn’t a picture, but I could give you an autograph if you really want it,” Crow puffed up with pride.  He is always ready to give autographs, even if the receiver doesn’t want it.

While Crow could relate to the miserable feeling of being shorter than everyone else, the thought hadn’t crossed his mind that he could inflict that feeling on others.  After Shadow took place on his new perch, Crow looked at him expectantly.  It hadn’t occurred to him that since he and Shadow were very different, they would function in very different ways.  Such as, Shadow will always just be a hedgehog.  He’ll never take on a human appearance like Crow.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” He’d have to explain, then, why he had an autograph of someone he’d just met to his friends- One of which would most likely declare Crow to be some kind of friendship-threatening meatbag before filling him full of lead. And as everyone knows, that’s no good.

“You probably haven’t tried hard enough,” he added, referring back to the original statement, “Read a dictionary or something.”

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do you believe that facing your fears will help you overcome them?

No, you idiot, it’ll just turn into screaming and panicking. The best way to overcome them is to snipe the motherfuckers from across the field with a good rifle. It’s not scary if it’s dead! ~Mngwa

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If y’all were wondering.

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“Anyone can curl into a ball if they try hard enough!”  With that, Crow curled up into a ball, right there.  Crow.  No.  Once he finished demonstrating, he stood.

“My hair is very well cared for.  It’s one of my best traits, you know!  Along with my voice, my musical skills, my appearance, and my personality,” Crow looked off, trying to figure out if he’s missing anything on that list.

“But in the end, those differences don’t matter, because we all look different when our soul shows!  This!  This is the true form of my crimson passion!” Poof.

Well, that was disorienting. He’d just gotten used to staring down, and now he has to stare up at Crow. It didn’t help that it made him feel small, either. Thankfully, the nearby postbox stood firm, and was just the right height for him to retake his place as the tallest one in this conversation.

“You could have just mentioned that, you know,” he uttered, still on high alert. As a general rule in his life, if it shapeshifts, it’s no good. Barring Crow at this immediate moment, there are no other exceptions.

.. And there’s that passion thing again. Shadow briefly wonders if Crow even knows what that word means.