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WELL SH*IKSSHSH*

[The first thing you feel when you finally come to is a headache.

The bad thing is that it's not even a painful headache - it's one of those annoying headaches that's just below the threshold of pain, and it's centered right in the middle of your forehead. Just...ugh. Where's the aspirin?

For that matter, actually, where are you? This is not your beautiful house! In fact, as get out of your bed, you realize this place isn't even remotely a home. And whatever you're wearing isn't even remotely what you recall wearing. ~~(I mean, yeah, it's not uncomfortable, and whoever dressed you was kind enough to make sure you had underwear on, I suppose. That's one less thing to worry about, right?)~~

Also, you have a weird wrist...watch...comm...thing on you, which is nice. Or at least it would be, if it and every other computer in the place didn't suddenly start making the second most ungodly noise you will no doubt come to hear in this place. The noise is followed by a a message on every desktop in the area, which won't be disappearing any time soon. Thankfully, your nifty wristwatch comm is spared this unavoidable screen, and tapping a button let's it disappear to reveal a simple profile interface, alongside a a text, calling, and photo function. Something tells you those latter two won't be particularly useful to you in the long run.

In any case, apparently you now have a Title, as well as a power, even if you've never had one before. Why? Where the hell are you? Who else is with you? Can you get out?

And...is someone laughing? The sound seems to bounce off and echo faintly throughout the floors. It's high-pitched, and - as you get closer to the theater - it gets just a little louder and just a little more grating. It sounds like a rabid hyena that huffed helium. Hopefully, it's just a movie or something that can be turned off. Someone ought to go in and do that.

In the meantime, welcome, Titled - and good luck.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

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Another layer of reality... hm. There is the demon world connected to my world... but what do you mean by 'Personas', exactly? I assume you don't mean the Jungian concept.

It's called the Metaverse, and it's a place born from unconscious thoughts. Inside that place, we have things called Palaces, which are created by negative and corrupt thoughts. Basically just feelings that warp the perceptions of people into being a hazard for themselves and others.

[ He looks downward for a couple of seconds. ]

A Persona is created by a powerful swell of emotion... It's the spirit of rebellion that takes form into something that can use abilities. [ a beat ] For instance, I have a Persona named Satan that can use bufu skills - ah... ice spells.

[ Then, after a soft hum, he starts listing some from off the top of his head. ]

Arsene, Jack Frost, Flauros, Gabriel, Beelzebub, Mara...

[ why are we including Mara tho ]

[!]

That sounds extremely similar. Demons are their own entities, yes, but they're created from the realm of the unconscious. I'm familiar with all of those - and I do enjoy using a good Bufudyne when the situation calls for it.

[ ... Oh. For a moment, he's staring in surprise. ]

Then, they're just called something different by you... [ giving a small, wry smile ] So... what? They paired us together for the humor of it?

[ He's glaring off to the side for a moment, but then taking a deep breath and nodding. ]

Well... anyway. What's done is done.

[ BACK TO... talk that doesn't have him wanting to straight-up stab someone a second time. ]

My initial Persona was Arsene, and the elemental ability that came with him was Eiha. I guess I can't argue that curse is a fitting element for me, especially now.

Possibly.

[Right.]

... Hm. I don't know that particular skill... though Curse can be a particularly annoying element to try to resist. Though you with curse... well. You don't have to tell me if you odn't want to, though that makes our pairing together even more appropriate.

[ His eyebrows lift a bit. ]

Does it? [ a glance to the side ] It's for a few reasons, in my case. I do have Satan and Satanael, and I used the latter to take down the false god who thought it'd be cool to destroy the world.

[ Gesturing vaguely to the side a bit, he shrugs. ]

Not to mention, winding up in two games where you're being forced into a "kill someone just to be able to leave" scenario, is pretty impressive.

[ Even if this is him listing only a couple of reasons, as opposed to a few, openly. ]

Tch. I bet he had a stupid reason for it, too.

[Still...]

That's fairly unlucky, yes. I don't know if 'curse' would cover it, though, since that tends to be more supernatural in origin.

He basically just wanted to play a game.

[ To the last part, he nods. His smile is wry as he rubs a hand over his face. ]

You have a point. I guess... it was more a bad joke than anything else, yeah.

A 'game', huh? ... Depends on the game, but it sounds like it was a stupid one from what you've said.

It was very stupid. [ said with obvious bitterness and no hesitation, at all ] Honestly? That's probably why shooting Yaldabaoth was probably the most satisfying thing I'd felt since meeting him. There wasn't a single redeeming quality.

[He just... stares. His eyes are wide, and for once there's no trace of a smirk on his face.]

You fought the fucking Demiurge?!

[ He blinks... ]

Yeah...?

[ Is this going to be a... good thing for their relationship, or a bad thing, or... ]

That's... well. That's quite impressive... and perhaps something I would never expect - you are human, aren't you?

[Because holy shit.]

[ That gets a soft blink, and then he gives a quiet chuckle. ]

It wasn't just me... though everyone involved is human-... mostly. [ a very vague wave of his hand ] One of us is complicated.

Hm.

[He'll just... file that away.]

Even still... that's... well. Unheard of. And if something like that had happened in my world, I would have heard of it...

This could honestly be a case of different timelines. [ brief, moment of consideration ] I'm from the year two thousand sixteen.

Possibly... I'm from the year two thousand nine.

So, you... definitely shouldn't remember something that happens seven years later.

[ ... ]

Annnnd if that's really the case, I'm only nine in your timeline.

No wonder you have a baby face.

[ If you think he has one now, buddy, you should have seen him when he still had those glasses! ]

... I'm flattered you think my face is cute, but is now really the time for that?

Edited 2018-07-22 19:57 (UTC)

I"m just saying. You probably have people drawn to you, with a face like that.

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