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[implausibility]

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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[implausibility]

This was familiar territory; this was easy. There were few things Adachi did better than complaining, and after all that strain, he seemed almost glad to fall into this familiar routine. "Man," he sighed, raising his uninjured arm and running a hand through his hair. "Tell me about it. Don't really train you for this sort of thing at the get-go, for sure." He glanced around, pointedly looking for a monster or two to make his point, but somewhere along the way, his gaze unfocused, and he stayed like that for a few seconds before abruptly snapping back to attention. That might have been fatigue, though, or he might've just seen something of incredible interest far away and decided not to share

[implausibility]

Adachi remained oblivious to the power collecting around Nagi, though instinctively, he felt the hair rising on the back of his neck. By all appearances, he looked unprotected, and though not unarmed, the small firearm hanging by his side seemed meager compared to the fact that his opponent could wield entire trees in his defense. All throughout the scuffle, he kept rubbing his forehead, like this was all just a frustrating waste of time. "Then get going!" he shouted, patience clearly too small to have ever worn thin in the first place. "You're the one who just stuck your nose around in the first place!"

[tots_prodigy]

"Hmph." He didn't relase the energy he'd gathered, but he did slowly walk away, starting to do so backwards just in case he needed to find himself freezing a bullet in mid-air.