Persona Magical Burst: Stop Breaking Into Lynn's House!

[miscmuses]

What a ridiculous day this has been. Even for Lynn.

She brought Uncle Remington upstairs to help wash his face. The pepper spray was still lingering and after the nightmare fiasco Jane pulled, he was tired and drained. At first, he was still asking about what happened with all the windows and glass inside the house (and the neighborhood, for that

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He has yet to meet a Persona-user. This must be remedied.

[warriorscribe]

This is not the ledge he'd fallen from, nor is it anywhere near. In fact, this place isn't familiar in the slightest! What a time for Lucifel's powers to go haywire.

Worse yet, even though he doesn't recognize many objects here, beds haven't changed too much. It's pretty obvious he's just inadvertently invaded someone's home.

Someone who is apparently already unhappy. And, if her attire is anything to go by, this is either in the Tower or the future. Judging by the lack of angels nearby, probably the latter. Lucifel will probably find him soon enough, but not in time to stop this encounter.

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Unfortunately for Enoch, Lynn is pretty observant and, while she's not facing him, gets the feeling that there's someone in her goddamned house again, fuck. She stops sweeping immediately, but doesn't turn around. No, she slooooowly sets the broom and takes something from her pocket. It looks like a thin needle with a jewel attached.

"Who's there?" If it's that psycho again, she swears to God...

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"I mean you no harm." Enoch's hand moves slightly towards his Arch as she draws the whatever-that-is out of her pocket. Just a defensive measure. "I'm only here because...a spell didn't work as it should have."

He's not sure what else to say about it. Teleport is a word he only learned from Lucifel, and he doesn't realize it's completely recognizable in the time period he's in.

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Oh god, it's some older dude instead, what if he's like this crazy person, what language is he using, this is so much worse. That's not English! Hell, that's not even Spanish. Lynn can work with Spanish! Can he even understand her?

"I'm...I'm going to count to three." She holds up her other hand as she slowly starts to turn around.

"When I'm done, I'm going to turn around and you had better be gone." Enoch, whatever she's saying in that weird 'language', she sounds...scared.

"One." What is she even saying?

"Two." WHAT IS HAPPENING?

"...Three." Lynn turns around and almost raises that needle thing to her neck when she just stops and stares. "Wha-...ahhhoh my god." She backs away immediately and, oddly enough, doesn't seem to be staring at Enoch but over Enoch, like she's seeing something else entirely and it's blowing her mind.

[warriorscribe]

Yeah, he probably looks pretty weird to her, being slightly angelic and all.

"I don't understand..."

He has no idea what to make of this language at all. He doesn't even have anywhere to start...

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Well, this is awkward. Right now, Lynn's trying to get a feel for...whatever that presence is. She's not really sure if it's a Persona or not. But the closest thing she can think of is...

"Ah...Are you...God?" Wait, maybe that's the wrong word. He's not speaking English.

"Uh..Y-Yahweh?" She pauses. "Yahveh?" How do you pronounce that? Anyway, he sounded Middle Eastern or...Jewish? Maybe? It had a severe lack of vowels, that's for sure. Hmmn.

"You." Pointing to Enoch. "Yahveh?" That was the worst pronunciation of the Lord's more well known title but hey, she's trying?

"...Allah?" And is fishing for more terms, apparently.

[warriorscribe]

Wait, what? No, he totally gets what she's getting at, that is a certainly recognizable pronunciation of the tetragrammaton, even if she has one of the letters wrong...Enoch thinks? He's not sure if it's that or if it's the correct way to say that particular name that way in her language. In any case, he is absolutely terrified that anyone would think that. He's only human! ...Sort of. To an extent. He feels human, at any rate.

When he snaps out of his completely shocked stupor, he shakes his head, raising his hands in a "wait a second" sort of gesture.

"No, of course not, no!"

Ah...she wouldn't understand that, would she? He places a hand on his chest. "Enoch."

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She gives him a sideways glance, like she totally doesn't believe him. Then again, that was probably a borderline offensive question to ask. Still, the feeling she's getting from that presence...what else could it be?

"B-But, ah..." Lynn looks beyond him again, almost pointing to whatever she's seeing with her free hand, then...stops and sighs, like she's giving up.

"Okay." She nods. "Enoch?" Hmmn. She heard that name before, but of course she can't think of it now! It's not a common name by any means. It sounds Biblical, but she just can't think of...ugh. Whatever. This is a conversation that shouldn't be happening anywhere in her bedroom, period.

"Uh...Lynn." She says as she points to herself. And this is followed by her opening the door (it was closed, how did he just appear in here, what the hell) and makes a grand, elaborate gesture to where it leads.

"Out. Out. Get out. Out." Enoch, this is your first English lesson. Hooray!

As long as he's stuck here, please get the hell out of her room.

[warriorscribe]

Well, there's a new something he understands. Out he goes, stepping uncertainly into the hallway. He turns to Lynn, not sure what he should do. Ideally, he shouldn't move too far, since he figures Lucifel would be able to figure out where he accidentally sent him.

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Oh, thank God he's apparently a fast learner. Yay.

Meanwhile, that needle thing is put back into Lynn's pocket and she busies herself gathering up the rest of the candles and a lighter. Then she stops, thinks about it, then grabs a notebook and pen. Who knows, maybe he'll understand drawings or something.

A few minutes later, Lynn walks out of her room too, arms comically full as she heads down the hallway. She turns a little and motions with her head for Enoch to follow her, then heads down the stairwell.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch is about to offer to carry some of that for her, but she's already going on ahead. He follows, half because the gesture was understood and half being totally lost. He doubts they can communicate in writing - even if he can't conceive of another alphabet being used, he's aware that the sheer number of differences in their speech would be reflected on paper, as well.

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When he gets downstairs, she's set up some of the candles so they can see later on. It's not dark out yet, but it's almost sunset and it doesn't hurt to be prepared.

Just let her, you know, clean up those really sharp looking shards on that table...near that black box thing...and near the windows.

Whatever happened in this house, it's clearly not normal and Lynn looks utterly pissed. Just, uh, not at Enoch.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch surveys the damage. He wants to ask what happened here, but knows he won't be understood.

Instead, he'll try and help. He can't cut himself anyway, as long as he has his armor on.

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Lynn just...stares at him at first, but shrugs it off and goes back to work, sighing. At least he's nice for someone who just randomly appeared in her house. Nicer than that girl who was stalking Carcer.

"I'm gonna kill her, gonna kill Jane. I'll do it." Lynn's obviously talking to herself, not looking at Enoch. It's Jane's fault that this mess even happened...she thinks. Then she happens to glace at Enoch, out of habit of talking to anyone. "The whole neighborhood's wrecked, I'll bet everyone's gonna call my house..." Wait.

"Wait, why I am talking to you?" She laughs a little, shakes her head, and goes back to what she was doing. "I could say that I fuck dogs and then say I was the Queen of France and you wouldn't know the damn difference. Ahaha."

[warriorscribe]

Hey, he's found himself as an inadvertent guest, he might as well be a good one.

He just looks at her as she talks, once her words are directed at him. Smiles a bit in response to the obvious body language. He can sympathize, a younger him might have done the same. He's not one for striking up a conversation out of nowhere anymore.

He waits when he's collected all the glass he can carry and watches to see what she does with the shards she's swept up.

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Oh for God's sake, why is he using his bare hands for this? Nevermind, at least he didn't hurt himself, but still...

"Okay, ah..." Maybe she can just have him put them in the dustpan. She carefully sweeps the shards into the dustpan, then holds it out to Enoch, waiting.