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Hello everyone! ＼（＾∀＾） I hope you've all settled in well!

My name's Minako Arisato. I've talked to a few of you already, but for everyone else, it's nice to meet you!

Now that things have calmed down a little I was wondering - how many of us were Persona-users before coming to Hinoto-ri? I think it might be good to meet and compare notes if we haven't yet, see what's the same and what's changed. And maybe we could also make a list of people with experience who can help with answering questions or training, or things like that! Just jumping into using a Persona can be pretty daunting...

For everyone else - what do you usually do for fun? Some of the things I like are music, volleyball, cooking... If we have enough people who like the same things, maybe we could even form a club! I wouldn't mind having someone to play volleyball with again. Or to go out to karaoke! (ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪

Anyway, that's all for now!

[added private text to Shinjiro]

Can I come over later?

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Artistic is the word you are looking for, my sister.

[okay back to pretending like he hasn't been looking]

[you're so bad at this theo

so bad]

They aren't! [if she lived closer she would do so. why are you so far away, little brother.] Perhaps if you added a few hearts? ♥♥♥?

[for his own safety.]

Hearts? Why would I need to use hearts?

[if he didn't have to return to his duty where he could help her more than anyone could wish, he would have stayed by her side far, far longer...

-- no please think he is handsome!!!]

Of course. He will be very pleased to hear from one of his former guests, I'm sure, and especially one such as yourself.

It is one matter that denizens of the Velvet Room do not require sleep such as those outside, and another entirely that I am not used to being outside for so long. We don't get sick either, yet I feel ill...

[he's terribly homesick.]

[She would agree with his thoughts if he voiced them. She'd trusted the Chairman, too. Respected him, as someone who looked out for them, in a way few adults ever had in her life.

And then it'd all been a lie.]

He ordered Aigis to capture us, and brought us to the Observatory. He said he was going to sacrifice us to bring the Fall. We didn't know what that was yet, but he thought it was going to make him the ruler of the world, or something like that. Koromaru came, and Aigis managed to snap out of it, but before we could stop anything he and Mr. Kirijo.... killed each other.

[another deep breath. Then she continues in a steady voice.]

Things just went awry after that. Mitsuru-senpai was upset... It turned out Takaya and Jin hadn't died, either. Takaya was completely into what Ikutsuki had said, about the Fall. They broke Chidori-san out of the hospital and tried to get her to attack us. But in the end, Junpei brought her around. Takaya even shot him, but Chidori-san sacrificed herself to heal him.

[she sighs.] Strega disappeared again after that. None of us knew what to do. We couldn't stop the Dark Hour and we didn't have any ideas about the Fall Ikutsuki had talked about. So we just kept going to school.

[cute like a little golden retriever puppy wearing a blue suit!!

...but now she's just worried about him.]

That's not good at all, Theo! You need to take care of yourself!

[oh no he can even hear her disapproval from the text how awful!]

Yes, Master Minako. I will be sure to in the coming days, even if I must force unconsciousness onto myself in order to sleep.

[~~maybe you should just tire him out--~~]

[what.....]

No, don't force it! Just sleep if you feel like you're tired, okay? [She's really not sure about how velvet attendant biology works, but she's getting an image of him hitting himself with a hammer or something and that's really terrible.

~~also don't tempt her sob~~]

I've known a few people like that too... I'm glad she's doing well, though.

....As for volleyball... well, I'd say I wasn't bad at it...

Our team didn't win very often, though.

[not everyone was as into things as Rio...] But we had fun! That's what's really important.

Yes.

Ah... I guess we both have had a bit of practice before. (︶o︶;)

Ah don't sweat it. Winning isn't everything, despite what others will tell you.

[Yuho - Jun's sick friend - might disagree with that, though.]

At least you have fun, right? That's an important factor here!!

So is it an all girl team or a mixed team or what??

[ He gives her an 'are you serious?' look and shakes his head. ]

Ah... I really hope not. [ Ryoji was the only mysterious transfer student with a fan club. ] But I guess we'll see how things go.

[So when Mitsuru had arrived here, she had not only had to deal with him and Minato walking around, but got to add her father to the tally of dead men walking while she was at it. Well, shit. No wonder she had looked so tired. He doesn't recall a time when he had ever seen Mitsuru legitimately distraught over anything—at least, not for more than five or ten minutes at a stretch, which was about the amount of time it usually took for her to get a handle on things, for her to figure out how to deal with the situation as best she could, keeping that air of quiet professionalism about her—but he can imagine. Mitsuru's strong, but she is still human. And she's still someone's daughter.

He should've been the one taking her out for coffee, really.

His thoughts drift away from her, returning to the topic at hand, glad for a moment that the Chairman's dead and won't be able to toy with anyone anymore, but intimately aware of the growing unease starting to rise in his gut, as it usually does when he feels things are about to go wrong. Takaya being alive doesn't surprise him as much as maybe should—though then again, his apparent suicide was only ten seconds ago—and the things involving Chidori are about the same. He wondered what Strega would do with her being absent, and she had been with Strega for as long as he can remember consorting with them. They would have come for her eventually.

He had always been surprised Chidori had taken to Iori as much as she did—though the reverse was also equally true. Iori had gotten her to talk when no one else could, and visited her at the hospital more often than he could count. Stupid kid, he had probably been setting himself up for tragedy.

But then again, you couldn't really stop who you fell in love with.]

This all happen in November?

Edited 2012-09-16 05:06 (UTC)

It was... it seems like a lot, doesn't it? The rest of the month was pretty normal, though. A new student transferred into our class - Ryoji Mochizuki. [Well, actually he'd transferred in the middle of the previous stuff, but details.] And we took a class trip to Kyoto. That was fun... Well, except for how Ryoji-kun, Junpei-kun and Akihiko-senpai snuck in to watch us in the hot springs! Mitsuru-senpai took care of them, though. [Shinji, you should be happy you weren't around for that incident.]

[wow Minato that's not acceptable. Any brother of hers must be loved by everybody.] Why not? You have 'mysterious transfer student' down perfectly! I'd probably fall for you too if we weren't related.

[...now she's just trying to get a reaction from him]

[Aki wouldn't do that and you know it.]

[ What a scandalous sister. But he is not going to rise to her bait! He just lifts his eyebrows at her and deadpans. ]

Hm. It seems like I need to try harder to be more attractive.

[Which can only mean he got dragged into it like an idiot. Because he is one. He's not sure which one of the two remaining males to blame, but Junpei sounds like as good of a scapegoat as any, unless this Mochizuki kid is one of those morons who hadn't yet learned how asinine it is to be a slave to your hormones, following every stupid impulse it likes to flood your system with on a daily basis. He can only imagine Mitsuru skinned them alive.

They probably all went to bed feeling about as manly as a castrated dog.

Had he been around, he would have had the sense to skip the entire school trip.

In fact, he did.

He missed nothing.]

Edited 2012-09-16 05:29 (UTC)

[orly...] Good... because if Akihiko-senpai can manage it, it'd just be sad if you can't.

[ yarly ]

Were you a part of Akihiko-senpai's fanclub?

[But for all the sudden change in tone, he's glad to hear everything could at least go back to some semblance of normality. He'd rather they all get into trivial, harmless, asinine things than have to deal with the shittier parts of the world, the bits of life he's been used to seeing day in and day out.

It meant that Aki had gotten over things and wasn't dwelling on the past like he could have been. It also meant that Mitsuru was able to get back up (something he never doubted) and keep on going even after her father passed away. And Iori continued to be himself, and so was Minako, for that matter. And everyone else. They were all able to move on in some way or another, something he always had trouble doing. Their sphere of life was so fundamentally different from his.

He shakes his head (bunch of idiots), and there's a lingering trace of fondness remaining in his voice when he speaks again, because for all their stupidity, they still sound like the people he remembers. Not that he'd ever say such things out loud.]

I believe you.

Edited 2012-09-16 05:52 (UTC)

[She grins at his expression, but then it fades. The last part of the month had been wonderful, but it ended quickly, much like the cheerful tone of her story.]

Ryoji-kun... was a sweet person. He was best friends with Junpei-kun. Nearly everyone at school liked him, especially the girls. I...

[This is so hard to say. She doesn't want to feel guilt over her decisions, for her emotions... but it's hard to stick with the justifications she'd made when Shinjiro is standing right in front of her. When she knows now he probably isn't terminally brain dead.]

I liked him too. And he was interested in me. ...We ended up getting close. That was the rest of November.

Edited 2012-09-16 06:14 (UTC)

[What she was trying to say wasn't all that hard to understand: she had started to date someone else. Moved on from the comatose invalid who was probably never going to wake up.

The knowledge hurts more than he ever thought it would.

The pain is a disturbingly familiar feeling, just harsher in its sudden, piercing intensity, like reopening an age-old wound that has never fully healed and setting it aflame. He had seen this coming a long time ago. This wasn't some new revelation. He knew she would end up finding someone else from the very moment he he began to realize that he was falling in love with her. He had never expected to be with her then—he was never going to let her know, and let what he felt for her die with him. He would just stay the silent observer, and that likely meant watching her fall in love and date other people that weren't him, which was exactly how it should have been, because he knew that, in the end, he would only hurt her. This was especially true as September drew to a close, and Amada's intentions towards him had been made increasingly clear. He had expected to die.

So even the mere thought of getting together with her was a selfish one. How could you validate dating a girl when you knew with almost complete certainty you would be dead in before the next month was through? You couldn't.

He had also known exactly what kind of person he was. He wasn't the type of guy any self-respecting girl dated.

He couldn't offer her anything. He couldn't give her the world or even a life. She was supposed to get married and have kids (if she wanted to), make a name for herself, and he… couldn't give her that. Can't give her that. Being a father was never in his stars, limited at the very least by his own mortality. All he is, in the end, is a delinquent orphan with too much baggage to his name and a lifespan you could probably measure on one hand. He knows this better than anyone, which is why he knew it would be far kinder to just let her go, even though it would hurt and mean facing each day wondering what could have been if he hadn't screwed up his life. He could deal with pain. Pain wasn't anything new or unexpected. He could take that if it meant not hurting someone else. That was (and is) the last thing he ever wanted to do.

And then she had badgered her way into his bedroom and made things complicated. He had tried to say no. Tried, but he had given in to every selfish particle that still resided in his body. Maybe he abandoned restraint because he was weaker-willed than he had thought, or maybe because he had been terrified about what was going to happen in the next few days. Or maybe he had given in because he had just wanted so badly to be happy for once. And was that really so wrong, to want to be happy for a little while? For five minutes? A day?

He couldn't say no. Couldn't give a valid reason for why they shouldn't be, because that reason was between he and Amada, and what would be, would be. And look how that turned out. He might as well have been dead.

She had done what he had expected her to do—wanted her to do. He's not angry, and he can't (and would never) blame her. They hadn't even been "together" for all that long. He just wished it didn't have to hurt so much, knowing that she did, but that's his own damn fault, not hers, and it will fade once everything isn't so raw. And he can deal with that, because only one thing matters.]

Were you happy?

(￣个￣) I would expect no less from someone hailing from what is commonly known as "The Technology Age," in truth.

They make your emoting faces much cuter, like so: (n˘v˘•)¬~♥♥♥

You are now throwing them to what little adoring fans you must certainly have! Or perhaps these are the ones you have stolen, since you and Margaret are most certainly lacking in such a thing.

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