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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 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.

Light stepped out of the patrol car, flashlight in hand, and took one careful step to approach the boy, then another. He addressed the figure on the sidewalk in a firm, authoritative tone: "Sir, please stop where you are."

There was always the off chance the boy had been attacked - that would explain his appearance, though not why he was out on the streets after dark - but Light found he was rarely, if ever, that lucky in his dealings with the city's inhabitants.

[waitingfora]

"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.

"I know you." He started at first, before shrugging his shoulders. "Just heading home, officer. Is that a problem?" His body turned just slightly to show that he had the knife in his hand. Head canted in a way that gave the impression that he was not quite well. The very tone of his voice had lost most of its humanity, sounding like a twisted recording of the real Yosuke's voice. Yet, the shadow didn't care. These were things that Yosuke would care about, after all.

[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.

"Someone like you who wanted to protect -- why didn't any of you protect him? That's what he's wondering, you know." Even though this person didn't know who he was, at least from the way that he didn't recognize his voice like the shadow recognized the officer's, he still spoke like he was a friend of Yosuke's. "He's so selfish. Not even taking into account you have your own lives. Tch."

The form complete itself as it lashed out to the other, grabbing hold of the man's shirt by the collar, digging its fingers -- nails -- deep into the flesh just above the collarbone so that it had a good grip. Lifting Light into the air, the Persona lost its form momentarily, which made larger gashes on his chest, spinning into a whirlwind as it rose the body to the top of the nearest street light -- even trying to maneuver enough so that the officer would crash into it before disappearing completely. Allowing the body to fall onto a parked car. Damage done.