Fifth Arcanum
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Early Morning
[ Souji is standing in front of the medicine cabinet mirror in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his otherwise nude form. ]
Oh, boy! Another swell day!
[ ... Drone!Souji is leaning toward the mirror, making faces at himself. ]
「 Stop it. You look like an idiot. 」
T'day, I think I'm gonna gam it up with Rin again.
「 No. Stop it. 」
[ Drone!Souji suddenly squeals and moans with jubilation, clenching his fists. ]
Aww shucks that girl just tickles my fancy!
「 Stop it! Give me my body back! 」
[ Drone!Souji is running his hands through his hair. ]
Shucks. I oughta get a haircut. Nuttin' says I love my doll, my town and the good ol' US of A like a buzz cut!
「 YOU'RE NOT ME! 」
GRAAAAAAH!!
[ Suddenly he lurches forward and punches, driving his fist and most of his forearm through the medicine cabinet with a loud crash. The mirrors shatter instantly and fall onto the counter top and sink below. Blood immediately begins streaming out from the bottom of the destroyed cabinet. Drone!(???)Souji is breathing laboriously. But it's pain. Souji feels pain. Extreme, white-hot agonizing pain from his right elbow and down. His knees rattle and he feels dizzy.
Souji is back.
He starts laughing and whimpering as a surge of emotions floods into him at once. He takes deep fast breaths and slowly starts pulling his arm free from the mirror-less cabinet. It was made of cheap corrugated wood, so luckily Souji's fist kept moving through it and the drywall instead of punching and stopping sheet metal. He whimpers loudly from how painful it is, positioning his bare feet again on the broken shards of glass.
The pain is unbearable. His body is dizzy and with each inch budged he can barely keep his voice down. He gets to his wrist and just yanks the last bit of his hand free--groaning and whimpering loudly, flinging dark blood with the sudden yank and splashing it onto the wall behind him. His arm is covered with gashes and blood, and there's absolutely no doubt his hand is broken.]
...
[ Souji rushes out of the bathroom, stumbling down the hall. He is a disheveled mess, holding an arm wrapped up in a blood-soaked towel. The one around his waist fell off some time ago and he barges into his room. He stumbles to the desk and kicks his desk chair out of the way, pulling a drawer open.
Inside there are two small yellow padded envelopes. One has countless stamps and stickers from countries all over the world. It looks like it's been in transit for the past three months. The other only has a few stamps. His drone self got it from the mailman and stuffed it in his desk. Souji was watching, screaming for release since.
He awkwardly opens the newer letter with one hand and one elbow, then shakes out the contents. Souji's heart skips a beat and his eyes widen. ]
Per....
[ A blue tarot card lands face down onto the desk. ]
So....
[ His arms are shaking, but he reaches out and touches it. ]
Na....
[ Suddenly he's overwhelmed with an old familiar power. The air is sucked out from his lungs as this power courses through his body from his tips to toes. He picks up the card face up, smiles, then crushes the card in his good hand. ]
Kikuri-Hime!
[ An odd-looking humanoid materializes before Souji. ]
Diarahan.
[ The Persona nods, raises her arms toward Souji and a soft green light imbues the naked gray-haired teenager. The light settles and Kikuri-Hime vanishes. Souji throws off the blood-soaked towel, revealing a pristine-condition right arm. The one he just shattered half his hand on. ]
[ By now he's probably startled everyone in the household from sleep, so have a Souji, butt naked in his room with the door open. Approach? ]
[ II. Phone » Unfiltered ]
Late Morning
Uhh. This is Souji.
...
I'm back.
...
Sorry if I've caused trouble.
[ III. Action » 771 Bunker Street » Housemates, Anyone nearby ]
Lunchtime
[ Souji is knocking on the front door. Drone!Souji and Souji are virtually impossible to tell apart, since Souji makes no effort to tremendously change from the wardrobe provided. His shirt is untucked and his collar is popped, if there's any indication.... ]
[ IV. Action » John Doe Park » Anyone ]
Afternoon
[ Souji is sitting on a park bench. He has his face in his hands and he's trying to clear his thoughts. There is a lot to process when you vanish for a week. To anyone around his body language looks like he's sad or even crying. Come bother him? ]
[ V. Action » 1251 Williams Road » Housemates, Anyone nearby ]
Evening
[ Souji is laying on his back on the roof, looking up to the sky. He'd be hard to see if he didn't have a small flashlight on and next to him. There's a small unopened book next to him. ]
Early Morning
[ Souji is standing in front of the medicine cabinet mirror in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his otherwise nude form. ]
Oh, boy! Another swell day!
[ ... Drone!Souji is leaning toward the mirror, making faces at himself. ]
「 Stop it. You look like an idiot. 」
T'day, I think I'm gonna gam it up with Rin again.
「 No. Stop it. 」
[ Drone!Souji suddenly squeals and moans with jubilation, clenching his fists. ]
Aww shucks that girl just tickles my fancy!
「 Stop it! Give me my body back! 」
[ Drone!Souji is running his hands through his hair. ]
Shucks. I oughta get a haircut. Nuttin' says I love my doll, my town and the good ol' US of A like a buzz cut!
「 YOU'RE NOT ME! 」
GRAAAAAAH!!
[ Suddenly he lurches forward and punches, driving his fist and most of his forearm through the medicine cabinet with a loud crash. The mirrors shatter instantly and fall onto the counter top and sink below. Blood immediately begins streaming out from the bottom of the destroyed cabinet. Drone!(???)Souji is breathing laboriously. But it's pain. Souji feels pain. Extreme, white-hot agonizing pain from his right elbow and down. His knees rattle and he feels dizzy.
Souji is back.
He starts laughing and whimpering as a surge of emotions floods into him at once. He takes deep fast breaths and slowly starts pulling his arm free from the mirror-less cabinet. It was made of cheap corrugated wood, so luckily Souji's fist kept moving through it and the drywall instead of punching and stopping sheet metal. He whimpers loudly from how painful it is, positioning his bare feet again on the broken shards of glass.
The pain is unbearable. His body is dizzy and with each inch budged he can barely keep his voice down. He gets to his wrist and just yanks the last bit of his hand free--groaning and whimpering loudly, flinging dark blood with the sudden yank and splashing it onto the wall behind him. His arm is covered with gashes and blood, and there's absolutely no doubt his hand is broken.]
...
[ Souji rushes out of the bathroom, stumbling down the hall. He is a disheveled mess, holding an arm wrapped up in a blood-soaked towel. The one around his waist fell off some time ago and he barges into his room. He stumbles to the desk and kicks his desk chair out of the way, pulling a drawer open.
Inside there are two small yellow padded envelopes. One has countless stamps and stickers from countries all over the world. It looks like it's been in transit for the past three months. The other only has a few stamps. His drone self got it from the mailman and stuffed it in his desk. Souji was watching, screaming for release since.
He awkwardly opens the newer letter with one hand and one elbow, then shakes out the contents. Souji's heart skips a beat and his eyes widen. ]
Per....
[ A blue tarot card lands face down onto the desk. ]
So....
[ His arms are shaking, but he reaches out and touches it. ]
Na....
[ Suddenly he's overwhelmed with an old familiar power. The air is sucked out from his lungs as this power courses through his body from his tips to toes. He picks up the card face up, smiles, then crushes the card in his good hand. ]
Kikuri-Hime!
[ An odd-looking humanoid materializes before Souji. ]
Diarahan.
[ The Persona nods, raises her arms toward Souji and a soft green light imbues the naked gray-haired teenager. The light settles and Kikuri-Hime vanishes. Souji throws off the blood-soaked towel, revealing a pristine-condition right arm. The one he just shattered half his hand on. ]
[ By now he's probably startled everyone in the household from sleep, so have a Souji, butt naked in his room with the door open. Approach? ]
[ II. Phone » Unfiltered ]
Late Morning
Uhh. This is Souji.
...
I'm back.
...
Sorry if I've caused trouble.
[ III. Action » 771 Bunker Street » Housemates, Anyone nearby ]
Lunchtime
[ Souji is knocking on the front door. Drone!Souji and Souji are virtually impossible to tell apart, since Souji makes no effort to tremendously change from the wardrobe provided. His shirt is untucked and his collar is popped, if there's any indication.... ]
[ IV. Action » John Doe Park » Anyone ]
Afternoon
[ Souji is sitting on a park bench. He has his face in his hands and he's trying to clear his thoughts. There is a lot to process when you vanish for a week. To anyone around his body language looks like he's sad or even crying. Come bother him? ]
[ V. Action » 1251 Williams Road » Housemates, Anyone nearby ]
Evening
[ Souji is laying on his back on the roof, looking up to the sky. He'd be hard to see if he didn't have a small flashlight on and next to him. There's a small unopened book next to him. ]