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[waitingfora]

Who: Yosuke Hanamura and [ everyone here].
Where: Hanamura residence to Terra streets.
When: Early evening to past curfew.
Summary: The shadow awakens.
Rating: R. Violence and language.
Other: End of the insanity.

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[vigilancy]

Light had been working longer and longer hours in the days since martial rule had been declared - patrol work, mostly, which was, quite frankly, a waste of his talents. But Light recognized that his job with the NGPD involved certain sacrifices from time to time, in the name of justice, and this just so happened to be one of those instances.

He didn't complain, of course. In fact, Light had volunteered for patrol work, most simply because it needed to be done. Who else would do the job? Who else could do the job? Even if his skills could be put to better use elsewhere, Light knew he was more than capable.

Light had been assigned certain sectors of Terra for today's patrol shift. He scanned the streets carefully from behind the wheel of the patrol car for signs of movement or possible trouble. It was now after curfew; there was a good chance movement from anyone out on the streets and possible trouble were one and the same.

[waitingfora]

The shadow caught sight of himself in the reflection of a store window. He had been trying to appear semi-normal, but that seemed to have more or less flown out the window. His forehead and area about his left eye were smeared with blood -- some of which had flattened down his hair. Bottom of his shirt was red, from when he tried to clean the blade off with it. Left arm looked akin to minced meat while his right just red with a knife in it

[vigilancy]

Light spotted a moving figure near one of the shop windows on this street - trouble already. He let a small sigh escape as he gently braked, and the police car crawled to a halt. This was surely a bad start to the night; curfew had only just begun. He flipped on the car's lights and hit the siren once, briefly, to capture the boy's attention, making a note of his appearance in the dim light of the street lamps and nearby neon shop signs - height, build, what looked like bloodstains. Something in his hand, possibly a weapon. Light figured there was a good chance he was probably on drugs, too. Drugs were a factor all too often in these kinds of situations

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"Piss off." The shadow started to say at first, not wanting to deal with the police officer. He had flinched just slightly when the sirens were turned on -- not happy that his location was now officially given away. Why not just have the military come out? A pause. That's right. I'm a mutant now. I'm a freak. What will happen to me? What--

His head turned towards the voice. He knew that voice. Only heard it once, but given how his fake's emotions were running at the time, it was recognizable now. Yosuke had called this person to ask for help in finding the Man in Red. Nothing came of it, it seemed. Everyone really was just so fucking useless in this city. It should all just disappear. A bitter tone to his thoughts, not so much amused with everything now. Possibly because he was being reminded of something unpleasant

[vigilancy]

You know me? Light quickly pushed the thought away - mulling it over would only distract him, which was probably what the boy intended. The metal of the knife glinted in the pale incidental light on the street, drawing Light's attention back to focus on the situation at hand.

"Stop, right where you are." Light's voice had a harder edge now, and his hand instinctively went to the holstered gun at his hip. He would've liked to hope he wouldn't have to use it, but the way things were going, it didn't look promising. "Drop your weapon, and place your hands above your head where I can see them."

Light took care to keep his gaze fixed on the boy, nerves and muscles tensed, ready for any sign of sudden movement from the other figure. Under the influence of drugs or otherwise, it was clear he was not in his right mind.

[waitingfora]

"You know what's funny?" The shadow pointed the knife at the officer's face, keeping his distance so that he wouldn't be shot at. Not yet a threat, yet, was he? Didn't really know how it worked, but not sure if he thought that it mattered or not. Maybe he would be shot at, maybe not. It was really fun to play this game, too. "None of you assholes were there before and now you're just popping up everywhere. Everywhere! It's so hilarious."

"But, you're right. I should do that, but then, I'd have to give up on my fun. That wouldn't be any good." His shoulders shrugged in a helpless manner. "You see my dilemma, don't you, officer?" His eyes dipped back down to his arm, still bleeding enough that he could call his Persona. That'd be enough, yeah. The blood dripping curled around his arm as it halted before touching the dirty street. It started to curl into the air and take a smaller form -- the same one that he'd been calling since the start of everything