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[mementodagger]

[He's been trying to avoid this, especially since the COMP link buried in his flesh freaks him out as much as any ghost. But now his closest friend, the only person he knows and trusts, is missing and he feels utterly helpless to do anything about it. Feeling helpless makes him rather cross.]

Hope I'm bloody doing this right.... Zael? If you can hear me, give me some sign. It's been three days, you can't be gone for good. I swear, if you've left me in this place alone....

[He takes a deep breath.] If anyone on the rescue team finds a man named Zael, have him contact me as soon as possible. [In the meantime, Yurick is going to go blow off some steam by burning something down.]

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[otakuro]

Most of us have a dream about a guy in a butterfly mask when we get here. He tells us a little bit about what he wants. ...Definitely not enough, then. We call him Philemon.

[Or Butterfly Guy as the case may be.]

Persona are a representation of your soul. In times of severe danger or stress, they come forth to defend you. ...That's the official interpretation, anyway.

[mementodagger]

[A man in a butterfly mask... wait. Yurick does remember that, but since it made no sense he'd chalked it up to stress.]

I remember that dream, but I thought it was nothing more than that. He spoke of a new power, but I already have my magic. Why would I need this Persona?

[otakuro]

...You don't need it, exactly, but it's not something you can ignore, either. It will come up when it wants to.

And to be honest, I find it supplements what I could do before pretty well. You might find you have some new abilities you find handy.

[mementodagger]

What you could do before? Are you a mage as well, then?

[He's trying not to think about an autonomous force living inside his soul. If it can act without his control, what might it do to his magic?]

[otakuro]

...How far from the past did you say you were again?

[This was totally relevant.]

[mementodagger]

Past?

[Despite his accent, he's not from Earth, or at least not the Earth Atsuro knows. It's sort of the equivalent of medieval Europe, but it's a world of magic.]

[otakuro]

[Atsuro coughs slightly before half-turning away.]

I summon demons and harness their powers ahem.

[mementodagger]

[Yurick's eyes widen. Atsuro conspires with demons?! He never would've imagined someone that seems so normal and friendly could wield such an evil power.]

You--

[otakuro]

...See why I asked? People always take that the wrong way.

Have you seen the monsters around here yet?

[mementodagger]

[Yurick nods slowly. Not only has he seen them, he had to fry a couple to a crisp one evening. Getting caught out in the 13th Hour had been a rather frightening event.]

You bargain with those monsters, then...?

[otakuro]

...Not these, exactly, but the world I came from had the same type of monster. We use 'demons' as a catch-all term, and... some of them are traditional demons.

But the only way to survive was to get them on your side. So. Demon summoning.

[mementodagger]

But you do the same thing here in this world? Consort with demons to survive?

[He prays he doesn't have to resort to that. Such things rarely end well.]

[otakuro]

I use the ones from home. As strange as it sounds, I trust them to look out for me in battle. They haven't let me down yet.

[mementodagger]

So you're saying that not all of them are evil... that they're your allies?

[Zael's the only one he can depend on here, but Yurick can't even do anything to save his friend.]

[otakuro]

...

Do you want to meet one? It might help you understand a bit better...

[mementodagger]

You mean over this blasted device, or....

[Making a friend face to face? The idea is a bit daunting. Yurick isn't one to trust easily, at least outside of his mercenary group.]

[otakuro]

...Whatever you're more comfortable with is fine.

[Atsuro's life philosophy, on the other hand, indicates that life was full of friends waiting to be discovered and all of that cliche nonsense.]

[mementodagger]

[Yurick's about to ask if they can just do this over the COMP when he hesitates, biting his lip. If Zael is gone, he needs to find at least a few allies for the duration of his stay. For that, he needs to try to extend some sign of trust, no matter how difficult it is for him.

He takes a moment to search for Atsuro in the directory, mildly surprised to discover that they're in the same building, only five levels apart.]

I can meet you on your floor.

[otakuro]

[He is mildly impressed that Yurick would be willing to do this in person - judging from the expression on his face moments earlier, he had indeed leapt to the 'incarnation of evil hellfire and brimstone' interpretation of demon. Atsuro smiles in what he hopes is a reassuring manner.]

Alright. I'll keep the door open, then!

[mementodagger]

[Wondering if perhaps he's gone a bit mad from being trapped here, Yurick makes his way down to Atsuro's room. At least he has his father's dagger at his hip and his magic at the ready if something goes awry.

After several minutes, there's a quiet knock on Atsuro's door, which then opens to admit the wary mage. His one good eye scans the room, his body not tensed for battle but not completely relaxed, either.]

Ah... hello.

[otakuro]

[Atsuro's room screams GEEK if Yurick had any understanding of 20th century Earth cultural mores. Cables and wires of every description are strewn around haphazardly and no less than three game systems are plugged into the television in the corner. Computer paraphernalia, including a spare hard drive or two, lie inconspicuously on chairs.

Atsuro is making a vague attempt at cleaning when Yurick knocks.]

Hey! Come on in, Yurick. Ah, you can sit... On my bed.

[With a sweep of his arms, the comforter is smoothed out well enough; Atsuro turns his attention to a small device he holds in his hands.]

I'll try to pick something a little more palatable for you... You ready?

[mementodagger]

[Yurick settles onto the edge of the bed, staring at the briar of wires and electronics. He's never seen anything like this. It makes him all the more aware of the COMP behind his ear.

And then his gaze is drawn to that little device in Atsuro's hands. It doesn't look like a summoning tome, so what could it be?]

I suppose I'm as ready as I can be....

[otakuro]

Ahah... I promise, they don't bite.

[At least, these ones didn't. Atsuro finishes choosing his 'party' on the interface of the device he also called a COMP before glancing up and clearing his throat.]

Power. Kabuso.

[The COMP spits forth a brilliant flash of light as Atsuro speaks; when it is possible to see again, two strange creatures have joined the two humans in the room. The metallic angel cautiously holds its spear before it as it hovers in mid-air while the youkai otter yawns.]

...What is your need, son of Man?

[mementodagger]

[All Yurick can do is stare, his eye round with shock and his lips parted with no sound to offer. The small furry creature doesn't seem threatening, in fact it's almost cute. But it's the angelic figure that makes him think of the Outsider for some reason. There's no physical resemblance, only the sort of protective, benevolent power Yurick feels from Zael's Outsider Mark.]

[otakuro]

[Atsuro, in the meantime, has the decency to look vaguely embarrassed as his angel questions him.]

Er. ...He wanted to meet you.

[A slight nod towards Yurick, and the angel's attention flickers momentarily in the petrified boy's direction. His gaze is impassive as he continues to direct his words towards Atsuro.]

I am a servant of the LORD, not a toy for you to show to your friends. I pray that you remember this...

Ehehehe, you're a servant of the bore, that's what you are. You ever get tired of the goody-two-shoes shtick or is having an extra stick up your metal ass a race feature?

[As the two demons begin to bicker, Atsuro sidles past and seats himself next to Yurick.]

The angel is a Power. One of the classes of angels that traditionally serve the god Yehowah in Judaic myth. The otter is a kind of youkai, a Japanese... I guess you could call them 'monsters'. 'Spirit' is a little kinder.

I believe the correct term is 'tiresome hellbeast'.

((Gonna head to bed, as a warning! And sorry for all the font antics, aha.))