Who: Adachi Tohru (
implausibility) and, in no particular order: Jan, Godot, Malik, Isamu, Nagi, Ikutsuki
When: Hours after sirens, forward-dated to Friday evening.
Where: Outskirts of downtown Siren's Port.
Summary: You don't snip the strings of a puppet without it crashing to the ground.
Warnings: I guess it's a little late to say spoilers for Persona 4...
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In mid-rant, he cut off, raising his head. More to his persona's credit than to Adachi's instincts, something in the air seemed to have shifted, and Magatsu Izanagi was automatically responding to its presence. Something like-minded, something different but familiar. "Who's there?" Adachi called out, glancing about as he felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck.
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He stopped after a few steps, watching. "I don't suppose you need a light?" He held his left hand out and it suddenly exploded into flame, illuminating the alley around them. The man wasn't quite what he expected, and he wasn't sure whether or not to be disappointed by that. Had he been looking for a real challenge tonight?
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He sounded a little disappointed himself.
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Perhaps the man was confused. It was easy enough to get confused in this place, especially without guidance. He would know. He might have written him off as just some drunk or drug addict wandering the streets when he shouldn't be, but that wasn't the case. He knew there was something else. He could feel it tugging at the edges of every sense in his body.
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But there was something there. He could feel it too, just like he had had that gut feeling about Dojima's nephew and his friends, the same feeling when he heard Namatame's shaky, guilty voice coming over the telephone line. There was something there, either behind Isamu, in those 'regular' shadows, maybe even right where Isamu was standing, seemingly benign and seemingly normal, but Adachi was already well-versed in Things That Seemed, and he eyed the teenager, clearly suspicious.
"You were, uh...fighting out here? N-not causing trouble, I hope."
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But of course there was that other feeling... He ignores the question (not that he's really done anything wrong) and takes another couple steps closer. "What are you, exactly? Or what were you before you came here? Just a man? Some suited floozy? Because you don't feel like one."
Or maybe it wasn't the guy at all. Maybe he was making too many assumptions and this was just some poor shmuck who'd left the office too late only to end up possessed by some other sort of darkness monster he wasn't yet familiar with.
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Not just a man, no - after all, he had powers that no one knew about, and he had a story that no one would ever know about, and there were a million secrets locked up inside that head of his that maybe he would never find the answers to, and that was special, wasn't it?
Wasn't it?
"What do you mean?" he asked, giving the teenager a look that made it seem like he was the one with questionable sanity. "You lost me, pal. ...Maybe I just don't understand the question? I mean, 'course I'm a man - it's pretty obvious, I'd think - what else am I supposed to be?"
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Maybe he was reading the situation wrong. Maybe this was just a normal guy. For some reason, though, especially in this place, he doubted that greatly. Something was different here, and he was going to find out what it was.
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Adachi looked up, glancing about. "...Did you hear that?"
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Was he trying to warn him that something was coming? He didn't think so, not with the way the man had been moving so far. He wasn't in enough of a hurry.
At the question, Isamu tilted his head and listened. If there had been something, he'd missed it. There was nothing out of the ordinary to be heard now - probably never had been. "I didn't hear shit, man. You take something before wandering out?"
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(Pull who? Pull what?)
"Crap...damn if I know." He glanced up. "Did you? You..." Well, saying, 'feel the same' would just open up a whole other can of worms, and even in his current state, he knew that sounded crazy. "You kinda..." A few hand gestures, vague and nonsensical, as he sought the words out. "I don't know. Smell the same. Or something. You're not from...Port Island, right?" Minako had said, after all, that everyone who came from her hometown...
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He wanted to just tell the man to spit it out, but he was afraid he might miss some of the gibberish or keep him from reaching his point in the first place.
Port Island...? "I'm from Tokyo." Or what Tokyo had become, more accurately, but he wasn't going to get into that with this stranger. Not unless he was given a reason. Whatever the case, it seemed the other was getting some of the same vibes he was. Maybe. This whole thing was just weird.
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There was no reason to beat around the bush if the kid didn't even know what he was talking about, then.
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The question had Isamu tilting his head with a baffled expression. "A persona? Doesn't everyone?" He had to mean something specific, and it annoyed him to have no real response. Did he have a persona? He did, right? "Verdict's still out on whether I have a soul or not, though. Might have to get back to you on that one."
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Adachi made an impatient noise, the muscles of his face pulling on one side to curl his lips back over his teeth - blunt, entirely human, no fangs, but not necessarily no bite. "Not that kind of persona, kid. I'm not talking shrink psychology here. I meant one of those, bam, persona deals, like, you know-"
He glanced about for a second before he spotted a monster carcass a few feet away and behind him. It looked long dead, and considering there hadn't even been a ruckus when Isamu approached, it was part of a battle already fought minutes or hours earlier. Adachi squinted in concentration, and a breeze kicked up around them for a moment, before something red and fast appeared between him and then animal, accompanied by the glint of metal and the strange sound of something dripping, though it left no traces on the ground. It disappeared, like a trick of light, and the corpse went flying a good few feet in the air, struck by some invisible force, before it fell to the ground again at the end of a less-than-graceful arc.
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When it vanished, he couldn't help but be disappointed. He wanted to see it again. He needed to get a better look at it, to compare it to what he already knew. There had to be some connection, but he'd be damned if he could tell what it was.
"I made a pact," he said calmly, detached, almost unaware that he was saying it, "with a nameless demon god. It has since left me but nothing but it's abilities. I don't know what this persona is supposed to be, but..." But it felt very similar, much like the demons he'd left behind in the vortex world.
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