You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready?
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All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit!
 You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.)
The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything...
The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings.
As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself.
Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around.
You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station...
BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair.
Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned?
A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize.
 As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess—
[ He continues for another 15 minutes... ]
Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze!
To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia!
As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples.
Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through.
But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings.
They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction.
Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met.
WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way!
FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up.
Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away...
But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely.
The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision...
A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other.
They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes.
A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon.
This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury.
OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees.
Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts!
Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour.
Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it?
OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer.
The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed.
At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels.
The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do.
You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now.
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Ryuji Sakamoto | Persona 5 (TW/CW for Prompt 3b: domestic/physical abuse)
[This was honestly the best way to come down to the planet. The first time he'd been given a stupid nametag. The second time, when he'd gone up to get Akira, they'd been bombarded with meteors. This third time? It was just camping in the chilly night air and some weird feeling that something was coming. The electricity in the air was subtle, enough to keep him on edge, but not enough to stop him from enjoying a campout. It wasn't like they'd ever really gotten the chance to do something like this in Tokyo, after all. Ryuji is wandering the camp, looking around at all the different tents, stopping by random fires, and while he's friendly enough, he's definitely looking for people. Unlike the real new arrivals, he seems to know what he's doing, walking with purpose as he meanders from tent to tent, trying his best to knock on the fabric flaps before he lifts them to see who's inside.
New arrivals might mistake him for an older refugee and can ask him for help on anything.
Veteran refugees might notice he's more subdued than normal, a frown lurking on his face as he pushes back tent flaps and apologizes to inhabitants inside.]
Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to barge in.
2. The Truth is Out There
[No.
No.
Ryuji is stopped in the middle of wherever he is and staring at what looks like an alien bunny. It's quite cute - pale brown fur with white and black spots, long slender ears, thick fluffy feet, and long sleek whiskers all on a small rotund body that makes it look fit to be a Sanrio mascot. The bunny is staring up at him with soulless black eyes, twitching its little pink nose and waiting. Ryuji has his hands shoved in his pocket, a scowl on his face, and is very unimpressed by the adorable little bunster. By why? Because as he turns to leave and after taking three steps in either direction finds himself right back at the bunny, staring down at it.
NO.]
I'd eat you if I thought that would set me free, creepy-ass rabbit.
[The bunny sniffs and Ryuji groans, letting his head fall back. What did he do to deserve this? Help him?]
3. Forgetting is so Long
a. Here Comes the Reaper
[He'd been getting ready to go for a jog when the landscape shifted all around him, and he felt a familiar sense of dread fill the air. Where once there was an open field of tents and warm campfires, now there are subway walls and tracks and the place feels cramped, dark, and distorted. There are strange black and red vine-like growths crawling over every surface - the ceiling, the train tracks, the walls, the floors - almost like ivy or the human circulatory system. He's on a subway platform and Ryuji seems confused. He knows this place all too well, but how is he here again? They didn't go into Mementos; it was wiped along with the rest of his world when the Storm hit. Could it have something to do with--
It's faint, but it's there. The sound of ringing, like chains clanging in the distance. Ryuji freezes and suddenly notices someone else is in here with him. This feels way too familiar to him and he has a very bad feeling about it.]
Pleeeeease tell me you didn't hear that.
b. Home isn't Where the Heart is
[He should know by now after the earlier encounters. He should really, really know that this isn't real. Still, it hurts when he walks outside and finds himself standing in his old living room. Everything is exactly as he remembers it - the old table, the view into the kitchen, the smell of his mother's cooking on the stove as it bubbled away. Everything about is it perfect -- except that there is a third plate on the dinner table. There's two bottles of beer, one empty and the other already halfway gone, sitting in front of the plate at the head of the table. And there's the sound of someone crying in a back room. This isn't home. It's the nightmare that it used to be.
Ryuji is in a panic as he turns, ready to run to his mother's side, ignoring who else is in the room with him, but someone - a tall, Japanese man, face obscured by Ryuji's own desire to forget that he ever existed - appears from the hallway, slurring his words as he backhands Ryuji across the face. The blow knocks him to the floor and he gasps, the smell of alcohol like a fog in the air. Even if this is just a memory, the blood in his mouth sure as hell tastes real. The man takes a few more steps toward Ryuji and raises his hand again, punctuating every blow with a complaint. "You're a terrible brat! You lazy shit! You're the reason why everything's gone so wrong! She only pays attention to you anymore! It's all your fault!" Ryuji just rolls into a ball, protecting his head and neck with his arms as he's beaten. This is what it was always like. This is the part of his life he thought was over.]
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Don't.
[ She can't condone eating the rabbit for no reason!! ]
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This thing is cursed! Don't take another step!
normally i delete the original messages without looking when theres edits but im so glad i looked
No. My shame!!!!!!
your shame is hilarious
(ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻
there it is again
it hates me, i switched to computer
laughs
w(;A;w)
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3a
a sword flashes to life in percy's hands -- hadn't he just been holding a pen? -- with a bronze leaf-shaped blade, glowing faintly in the dim subway station. he's not exactly used to walks through the wilderness turning into...well, random creepy urban landscapes, but here they are anyway. ]
I heard it, [ he says, grim. ] Let me guess: we have to go that way.
[ investigating the freaky clanging noise is the last thing he wants to do, so he has a feeling they're going to have to... ]
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Holy shit did he just manifest a freaking sword? Out of thin air?? Because there's no way it came from that pen, right? Who ever heard of a pen turning into a glowing sword??
Ryuji is so taken aback that he doesn't notice when a phantom van with a cat-tail whips around the corner and speeds off in the opposite direction. He was absolutely certain that he saw himself in that van, but in his thief gear. But that was impossible because he was right here?]
Uh.... No? No, we definitely don't go that way. We go any way BUT that way!
[He reaches over to grab the other teen's arm, when he sees it. a behemoth in rags, draped in chains, toting two long barrelled guns, and reeking of despair rounds the corner and starts floating directly for them. Ryuji feels his knees go weak and he spins the stranger around.]
RUN!
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m-monster cat that turns into a van......
it's a wild ride of a canon
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MOVING DESTROYED ME, but I'm back. 4000years late
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Which is why she looks startled when the flap to her tent gets pushed open--
--but then she realizes she knows this guy.] Oh--
Um, hey Ryuji. Welcome back.
[Even in the low light, even a few weeks later, You looks rough. Her face still bears the remnants of bad bruising, and her fingers on her left hand are still bandaged up. But more than that is the fact that the cheer and bubbly energy that she's had this whole time is... gone.]
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[He almost hadn't recognized her. It was dark in the tent and the lackluster voice could have been a completely different person. Ryuji stands at the entrance, mouth hanging open in disbelief, until his anger rises in its place. He will enters, kneeling down halfway between her and the exit.]
Holy shit.... I had no idea. Are you...? [No, she obviously wasn't okay. His hands ball into fists at his side.]
I didn't think you'd come out here...
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MOVING DESTROYED ME, but I'm back. 4000years late
wbwbwb!
ty ty ty
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3b!!
She knows, of course, that Ryuji had a rough home life - most of them did - but she didn't know the details. Most of that had been confided to Akira long before she'd joined the Phantom Thieves. It's painful to watch (and must be even more painful to remember), and Haru can't just stand by and watch it play out.
It won't change what happened in the past, but as the man in Ryuji's memories begins to beat him, as Ryuji rolls up into a ball, she lunges forward and tries to make a grab for his father's arm. Is it even possible to stop a memory?
She'll try anyway.]
Stop that! Don't touch him!
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"Man up and fight back already! You're worthless!"
He winds up for another kick, but there's the sound of a door opening and his mother's voice calls from the back.
"I'm sorry... I'll go to the store. Please, just go take your bath while the water is still warm."
It's like Haru's presence doesn't even register and the man turns, storming off to the back. There's the slam of a door and then silence. It's too quiet and Ryuji slowly starts to unfurl, sitting up and using the back of his sleeve to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth.]
...I didn't think memories were supposed to hurt.
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So far, there's been no luck. It isn't like she had much luck, to begin with, and she doesn't have high hopes (idk if she ever has hopes). And so, when she does spot a familiar looking blonde head, A2 doesn't waste any time approaching him. ]
I didn't realize you were back.
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Yeah...I just got here.
[He rubs the back of his neck with one hand and tries giving her an apologetic smile.]
Didn't mean to up and vanish on you.
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MOVING DESTROYED ME, but I'm back. 4000years late
dokis at still
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3b
Hey, where—
[ Next to her, Ryuji panics—and she feels her heart leap into her throat by proxy, thrumming wildly as an older man, his face oddly shadowed, enters the room and— ]
Stop! Hey! Stop it!
[ She screams, her voice breaking in distress, and throws herself at the man without thinking. But slamming into him does nothing—he doesn't budge a single inch, doesn't look at her, doesn't even react to her at all. The scene plays out before her as if she wasn't there at all: the man, his fists falling with ruthless brutality. His shouts. Ryuji, curled up on the floor.
Still, she tries to fight him, her hands shaking as she tries to shove him away, to do anything. ]
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He can hear someone else here - Ann? Was that seriously Ann of all people? - yelling at him to stop, but his dad can't hear. He's not really here, after all. The shitlord.
Ryuji just has to grit his teeth and bear the punishment. He just as to wait. There's a brutal kick and his father spits out another stream of insults.
"Man up and fight back already! You're worthless!"
A door opens from the back as he winds up again and his mother's voice calls out, hoarse from tears, but desperate to save her son.
"I'm sorry... I'll go to the store. Please, just go take your bath while the water is still warm."
The man turns, ignoring Ann and storms off to the back. When he's gone, Ryuji relaxes and splays out on the ground spread eagle, staring up at the ceiling.]
God, he was such an asshole.
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1!
concerning enough to keep an eye on, that is, but not so much so that she feels the need to keep on edge. nevertheless, she glances up from the book open over her knees. ]
It's quite all right. Is something wrong?
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Shiiiit]
Noooo.....?
[Most women he knew would probably throw something at him right now, so time to make absolutely CERTAIN she doesn't think he's some weird creeper.]
I wasn't spyin' or nothing!
[Wait, shit. That sounds even more suspicious. His face goes bright red.]
I was just looking for someone??
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Who’s to say it won’t? Why, that rabbit could be the mastermind behind this whole ordeal.
[ It’s a joke, as evidenced by the grin on his face and the flick of his feline tail behind him. ]
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Knowing this place, it might actually be so don't joke too much.
[Ryuji sighs and stuffs his hands into his pockets, turning to face the newcomer.]
....Didn't I see you pass by here awhile ago?
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3a
[Here is a familiar face. If by familiar, met a bit ago at the station before coming down to this place. The landscape is alien, vines looking like blood vessels and tracks under his feet...
Oh, this is an underground train system. He'd seen the ruins of one near Vale, but it sure didn't look like this.]
Ryuji, is this something familiar to you at all?
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Bro.
Bro.
Ryuji pulls a face and drags his hands through his hair.]
Yeah it is, and it's bad. I reeeeeally suggest runn--
[Before he can finish, a phantom (hur hur get it) van with a tail comes ripping around the corner. It's driving straight at them, everyone inside panicking as they look behind to track whatever is following.
Ryuji jumps and leaps for Ren to push him out of the way.]
Shit, move!!
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squeak
[ This all feels like floating dream he's had before, though he's certain he's never been to this place.
...Or has he?
He's surrounded by an ocean of plush carpet, a gilded statue rising from the velvety depths with facial features difficult to distinguish from where he's situated. (And yet he knows somewhere in the back of his mind that it belongs to his least favorite person...)
The floor sways gently and intermittently underneath him, and he can catch faint wafts of expensive cigars and costly perfumes here and there, laughter and chatter drifting along the wood-paneled corridors. ...There's a table in the room and a few chairs surrounding it, and they are abnormally large.
Easily several times his size.
He looks around curiously, tail swishing behi—
—wait, what? ]
jams out
Ryuji knows this place because, to him, it hasn't been all that long since he's been here. The endless maze of plush carpet and expensive food he's not allowed to enjoy, the snobby upper crust shits that barely give them the time of day, almost getting mushed into mouse-paste -- ah, how he hasn't missed this.
Back as a mouse is not the way Ryuji meant to spend today, but well, here he is. Thankfully Joker is right next to him, and he sits back on his furry little haunches and squeaks out a sigh.]
Back to this then, I guess.
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feel free to drop this if it's like 4 billion years too late, i'm sorry!
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which is why it probably doesn't help that arjuna appears behind ryuji pretty suddenly.
his gloved hand reaching to touch his shoulder from behind. he speaks softly: ]
Are you all right?
Sorry for the wait!
np!! welcome back!!
3a;
As if the shifting of environments isn't strange enough, they've wound up in somewhere rather...unnerving. The walls are dark and shadows are shifting all around them, and Prompto can't help the creeping feeling that this place he has stepped into is wholly unnatural. It looks almost like a subway, but if it is, what the hell kind of a subway is it?
But - Ryuji is at his side. Maybe he knows -
Wait. Ryuji? ]
Ohhhhkay, now I know I'm dreaming.
[ What the actual hell is going on. Also: what the actual hell was that noise. ]
D-do you know what that was? ...Are we gonna have a fight on our hands?
I'M SO LATE, I'M SORRY
IT OK
IS IT THOUGH. the move murdered me but i'm alive now??? sort of. UGH
Adds to pile I'm sorry - 3B
Could one really break a memory? Maybe, maybe not, but it wasn't like he wouldn't try. One minute he was calm, collected, watching the scene but his hand slowly forming into a fist, digging into his skin. The next, something gave way and he slammed into the man, attempting to pin him to the ground. The alcohol was probably halting the pain receptors of the man, who violently pushed Yu away with a kick. Still, he was distracted. He screamed at the other, hoping that his act would inspire the other.]
Hey! I know it's a memory, but you've got to fight it!
[He points to the cracks on that man.]
NEVER APOLOGIZE /mushes your face
3b, beats ryuji up again
Instead, he's all but throwing his weight at this man amidst his angry railing. Even if it's his dad (this man is his father? this absolute douchebag?), his priority is to protect a friend. They've raised worse threats for each other before.
So he elbows him, hard, right into a hairline fracture that seems to spread down his side. And it's strange—the man himself doesn't seem affected, not at all teetered off-balance, but he suddenly freezes in-place. Like he's stopped mid-frame. The memory starts to slow down, more cracks exposing across the floor, flecks of the walls seeming to crumble.
Yusuke stumbles back a step like he's bounced off a wall, and for a moment he's silent, still taking this in. Eventually, quietly, ]
...Are you all right?