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[Well, it turns out approaching people via video is a lot easier than just walking up to someone in that crowded room the night they arrived. The feed shows Akihiko wearing a reserved smile, the view that can be briefly glimpse over his shoulder clearly that of his snug apartment, with a large, cylindrical punching bag hanging behind him.]

I've already met a few of you, but I'm Akihiko Sanada, from Iwatodai, Japan. I'll be staying at Libra 5-08. I've had some extensive experience with the use of Personas already, so if anyone needs a hand, I'd be willing to lend one. I know getting used to it isn't always easy.

If there's anyone out there with an interest in boxing and looking for someone to spar with, drop me a line. Some of my equipment came with me, but there's nothing like a sparring partner to help keep your skills sharp, and I won't be giving mine the chance to slip.

[The feed ends rather unceremoniously. He'll get better at this. Maybe.]

[Private Text to Mitsuru]

When you get a chance, can we meet up? Maybe you could come over. There's a lot we need to talk about, concerning our situation and our friends.

[He also suspects she might have something to say about her father, but he'll leave that unspoken for now.]

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Sure you will.

[Just like all the poor bastards in the school tournaments. Doesn't matter where you aim for when you hit like a truck.

But fair enough. He knows that one all to well. In the verbal sense.]

Besides, what would I put on that warning label, anyway?

Use your imagination.

[Oblivious and reckless would be two of the adjectives he'd choose. But being clever ain't his job.]

[He chuckles, shaking his head.]

How are you settling in, anyway?

Got what I need. Not much more to it.

[Which is to say he's continuing on with his minimalistic lifestyle. Though he has his own kitchen now. That's a plus. And there's actual goddamn food in his refrigerator.

Someone on his level also has a thing for loud music. It's like his life suddenly has a shitty soundtrack to go right along with it. He supposes he should be grateful that he has the ability to sleep like the dead bastard he supposedly is. Though if the owner of that stereo or whatever would start blasting their music through the complex's thin-as-rice-paper walls on a more routine schedule, he'd have a goddamn alarm clock routine worked out by now.]

You ever go out during the Dark Hour?

[Not about to call it the Thirteenth, because as far as he's concerned, it's the same thing.]

[No kidding. It's no different from the Dark Hour back home.]

Yeah, I've been out in it a couple of times. I never did get used to the idea of it being gone, for the short while it was back home. Going out after midnight... it's almost like nothing's changed.

I don't like that those demons have the run of the city and have people afraid to leave their windows open at night. It's not right.

Gotta have something to fight against still, huh?

[So what are you going to do back home, now that it's gone? What demons will you fight?]

Guess that's what they brought us here for. To solve their problems.

[And, perhaps, their mistakes.]

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[That's a good question, Shinji. He's been trying not to think about that. Back home, there's nothing left but being normal right now.]

Guess so. While depending on someone else to solve your problems isn't the best way to handle it, if there's anything I can do to help, I'm going to do it.

[Of course.]

So what are you goin' to do then?

... well. Fighting off demons will be a help, right?

[He's very imaginative.]

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