I'm Afraid You've Violated Your Contract

Clyde, Persona OC, Velvet Room attendant. Read the 'About' page.

[velvet-turncoat]

     I like how Persona 5 just looks like Catherine with less sheep.

[velvet-turncoat]

I uhm was looking for Elizabeth... why are you here?

     ”That’s a good question. You aren’t my usual guest… Oh well. Time and space is wonky that way, huh?” Clyde cracked his fingers, spreading them across the table. “Now that I look, this isn’t even my Velvet Room… Hm.”

[minatoarxsato-blog]

"Snow cone? You have a snow cone machine at your room?"

This guy is even weirder than Elizabeth. Come to think of it - they really look alike. Maybe they are related? So madness ensured?

"I wanted to fuse a Persona. But this snow cone thing bugs me, really…"

Does he want a snow cone? He doesn’t know. But it sounds awesome.

[velvet-turncoat]

     ”Well, after a short investigation it appears there is in fact no snow cone machine present. In light of this troubling revelation, I will give a counteroffer that meets both of your criteria; you can fuse until you find a snow-cone Persona in the sea of your soul.”

     Snapping his fingers, the Compendium vibrated into existence, falling into his grasp. He lightly flipped pages, full of foreign Persona from a different Fool… That was upsetting… 

     Another snap made the pages blank. “Would you like to begin?”

[orokana-riko]

"Minako Arisato," she answers his introduction, "and no I haven’t seen such a thing, but… small children and dogs, that just won’t do!" 

Knowing of arcana must mean he does have something to do with the velvet room, though. The proper and childish demeanor, clothes and resemblance to Theodore are a pretty dead giveaway, but she didn’t want to assume. Wait, though, “Does- does that mean it’s a shadow that’s gotten loose from Tartarus?”

[velvet-turncoat]

     ”Oh, is this where that is?” Clyde looked around, as if having trouble spotting the giant, precarious tower. “Oh my. I never liked that thing. Very… misleading. I am heartily disappointed by the lack of tartar sauce.”

     As he spoke, his gaze flew further and further away, as it was wont to do. His grounding elements were not fantastic, and he could very reasonably run away at any minute. “… Loose… Tartarus… Uh… Yes! Probably. I don’t have any better suggestion.” He shrugged.

[orokana-riko]

"A-Ah, pardon me, miss. Have you seen a very large ball of rice in this region lately? Like THIS large?" He stretched his arms out, giving the vague impression that he was carrying a piano or similarly awkward object to hold. "It was likely rolling on its own? Might've been laughing satirically, I'm not quite sure at this point."

"Slow down there, friend. You’re not making any sense."

Considering the things she’s seen, things not making sense should be a given anymore. Still, this one’s pretty out there. She’s not sure she heard right.

[velvet-turncoat]

     "Well, there's a ball of rice. It's very large. And it's rolling around town, destroying small objects and possibly enveloping children and small dogs into its sticky, rice-y mass. I think that covers most of it." 

     Clyde pulls out a handkerchief, cleaning his silken gloves of sticky rice residue. "I'm quite sure it's of the Heirophant Arcana, if that helps any. Oh! Introductions. I always forget that bit. Clyde, at your service, ma'am."

[psifreezeomega]

Velvet Prison

[velvet-turncoat]

     "Fun fact; I am the inspiration for Leonardo DaVinci's 'La Gioconda'. I'm sure you can tell by my enigmatic smile."

[velvet-turncoat]

     "I'm just gonna–" Click. "-do this real quick. Don't mind me." 

     Chugs an entire can of Coca-Cola.

[velvet-turncoat]

compendium: the room I

Clyde’s incarnation of the Velvet Room is modeled after a train. It has windows, but the velvet shades are always drawn. Contrary to the common theme of privacy, there are sections of seats like any other train, each containing a party of shades. Not quite shadows. Afterimages, perhaps. And at the back is the most luxurious car; when taken there from abroad, there’s a feeling of vertigo and the realization that you’re walking down the main aisle, followed by a sensation of the world slipping out from under you at rapid speeds. In this most luxurious car, there is a desk faced with two plushy seats. It’s an interesting design if you consider that there’s never more than one guest in at a time. The room is quite dire, mostly dark velvet and very little character.

Clyde brightens up the room a little. On days when Igor is less violent he pesters to acquire trinkets from the human world that his Fool tells him about. Prior to leaving, there was a snow-cone machine, a few books on the otherwise barren shelves, and a large crate of Coca-Cola.

[velvet-turncoat]

I uhm was looking for Elizabeth... why are you here?

     ”That’s a good question. You aren’t my usual guest… Oh well. Time and space is wonky that way, huh?” Clyde cracked his fingers, spreading them across the table. “Now that I look, this isn’t even my Velvet Room… Hm.”

[minatoarxsato-blog]

"What’s your name? You have your own Velvet room?"

"Well if Elizabeth isn’t here, can you help me?"

[velvet-turncoat]

     "My name is Clyde. I'm sure I can help." He spoke to the guest, but his eyes kept roving the room. He could logically assume it was linked to this guest's fate. An elevator, huh? 

     "What do you need? Compendium? Persona Fusion? Snow cone? Wait, this isn't my room. The chances of there being a snow cone machine are somewhat low... Forget that, then."

[velvet-turncoat]

Get inside the Mun's head: Uncertainty Edition

1. A headcanon you're not sure of yet.

2. A question you're surprised no one has asked.

3. A favorite picture of your muse. And explain why.

4. A favorite picture of your muse's face claim BUT that you don't think actually matches your character too well. And explain why.

5. Gifs or icons and why?

6. Top 3 favorite fonts for Photoshops?

7. Formatting or no and why?

8. Sidebar themes, yes or no?

9. Themes where the scrolling part is a center rectangle and there's a still picture outside. Yes or no and why?

10. One bad part of writing in general?

11. One bad part of writing alone?

12. One bad part of writing with others (roleplaying)?

13. Something you don't think you're good at writing and why.

14. How do you keep your blog organized?

15. One thing that draws you to a character to want to roleplay them?

16. One thing that draws you to a character to make you want to roleplay WITH them (as your partner's character)?

17. A character trait you think is overused?

18. A character trait you don't see often that your muse has.

19. A character trait you don't see often that your muse does NOT have and why.

20. Something your character doesn't know but you do and how this effects how you roleplay them.

[velvet-turncoat]

Super Dark rp Starters

"We're all gonna die..."

"But how are you...? I saw you die!"

"Someone's following me."

"Gah! Y-your arm!"

"I don't think legs are supposed to bend that way."

"I can't... c-can't breathe..."

"I'm pinned! Help!"

"We're surrounded."

"What do you want from me?"

"What are you doing? D-don't!"

"Augh! They... they hit me."

"Go on without me."

"You... you killed them. W-why?"

"You idiot! Don't go out there! She'll kill you if she sees you!"

"You idiot! Don't go out there! He'll kill you if he sees you!"

"She's hurt... She's hurt bad."

"He's hurt... He'd hurt bad."

"Don't move. You'll just make it worse."

"Where did you get shot!?"

"How could you do that!? I trusted you!"

[velvet-turncoat]

     I've had this blog for like three days and I already want to do angsty stuff. What is wrong with me

[captainxressentiment]

"H-Hey, what’s that look for?" the teen interrogated. This dude was off, and it was starting to freak him out.

[velvet-turncoat]

     "I am unsure. You treated me to the same expression. Am I to believe whatever it is doesn't apply to you in this context?" 

[akaiiunmei-archive]

Her eyebrow raised again, getting a bit more suspicious at his behavior. Her hand tightened over her purse strap. “Right. That is true somewhat, but some people in their 70’s can still live active lives. Even people in their 90’s are still active. While some who are 16 are miserable. So it depends on the quality of life, not the length of it. Also I’m not saying 100 years is long, I’m just saying it’s not that short. Compared to the life of a few creatures.”  

[velvet-turncoat]

     Aha! Eyebrows. He was getting used to this game. "That is very true! Foster that nugget of wisdom. It is one you would do well not to forget. They say a common housefly only lives a month. That is quite sad. A hundred years... That is at least a thousand fly-lives!" He waved a hand, as if this was a wonderful revelation. 

[theboywithearphones-deactivated]

"Minato Arisato."

You scan over him for a moment, noticing his deep blue attire, the way he appeared and talked; there was no doubt in your mind that he was from the Velvet Room, though you have never seen him before.

"… Are you an attendant?"

[velvet-turncoat]

     "A-At a time, yes. I'm unsure if that term still applies to me. The benefits are quite good; I got to keep the uniform. And the infinite power!" The wind picked up, blowing Clyde's hair out of his face and knocking his hat off his head. "Ooh, that's fun. Never gets old."

[velvet-turncoat]

I uhm was looking for Elizabeth... why are you here?

     ”That’s a good question. You aren’t my usual guest… Oh well. Time and space is wonky that way, huh?” Clyde cracked his fingers, spreading them across the table. “Now that I look, this isn’t even my Velvet Room… Hm.”

[akaiiunmei-archive]

Her left eyebrow slightly raised in suspicion but decided to drop the comment about his “cake-suit”. More concerned on his thoughts about people. “Um, well we’re not that short-lived. Some of us live for up to 100 years or more. Also I’m not that old either, I’m more at the beginning of adult hood. Old enough to buy alcohol but not old enough to get a well paying career.” 

[velvet-turncoat]

     Clyde played along, but he felt sorry for the girl. Her tragically human sensibilities deluded her to think that 100 years was a long life. "I see. I think that is a quite logical system. As a person gets older, they require a higher wage to account for the increasingly large amounts of prunes, fibre and crossword puzzles they must purchase. Such is the curse of old age."