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fortunesleuth replied to your post “OOC: I’m so sorry for not having replied to anyone in ages! The thing...”

// omg I still owe you OTL /JUST GOES TO SHOW HOW SLOW I AM but hey welcome back and I hope things are going alright for you! well, alright enough to breathe from the hecticness anyway haha....

OOC: Ah, don't worry too much about it! Yeah, things have been going fine (better than expected actually) but the whole thing does take a toll. Maybe I should start printing replies so I can write whenever inspiration strikes, which sadly tends to happen more when I'm out than when I'm home.

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OOC: I'm so sorry for not having replied to anyone in ages! The thing is, college started for me fairly recently, and since it's my first year it's been pretty hectic. As soon as possible I'll work on at least a couple replies, so please like this post if I owe you one.

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ooc: Hello new followers! If you'd like a starter, please let me know - I'll happily write one for you, although I can be quite slow. Alternatively, feel free to write something up and tag it with my url, and I'll most certainly reply.

Also, if you want to discuss a plot or something, my askbox is always open. :) //

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Interview the people you admire the most.

What sort of homework was that? It was something that a kindergarten teacher would assign, and yet, Kanji Tatsumi had to do it, all the while being a student in his first year of high school. It was better than Maths, if nothing else.

Ma was a strong candidate. She had a strength far beyond his own physical one, and she was the best person he had ever met: always supportive and kind. Kanji had to interview her.

However, the assignment said "people". That likely meant they needed two or more people. Kanji could attempt to gamble and do only one, but as it stood, the teachers were constantly harassing him due to his huge number of absences, so it was better to not take the risk. Thankfully, there was someone else the young man did admire. Narukami Yura-senpai.

Not only had she saved him from the Midnight Channel, she had also given him a great help with his internal struggles. Thanks to her, he had come to accept himself better. Still, Kanji did not want to disturb her with such a petty request. And yet, he could not think of another option.

Admiring someone is good, right? Think she won't mind much... 'n if she does, I can take her to take a bite at Aiya. To pay her time.

 It was settled. Kanji got up from the floor, turned the TV off, and walked to Narukami-senpai's house. On second thought, it would have been better to give her a call, but now he was standing in front of the house.

Kanji rang the doorbell, secretly hoping Dojima wasn't home.

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That smile… Kanji loathed it. It was meant to be friendly, and yet it reeked, like a groomed skunk that, naturally, stank. The reason for such an impression was unknown to him; it was more of an instinct. Perhaps the goofiness of that smile was what left him uncomfortable?

Kanji did not hide an amused snort at the detective’s words. Calling more people to beat up a single person was cowardice, and that was not a trait that defined the young man. Adachi was lanky, so a good punch should be enough to get him off his high horse. Kanji played with the idea in his mind, imagining the detective’s smile transfigured into a terrified grimace.  As if. He would not beat up someone, especially weaker than him, for such a pleasure, unless they truly deserved it.

“Pah! I ain’t needing buddies to beat up someone’s shit. ‘s not like I’ve got such friends, anyways.”

It was not the time to be angry at Adachi, however. Kanji scolded himself mentally for failing to keep his façade of politeness on. True, a renowned delinquent (who simply happened to have the fame, but that defense was beyond the point at hand) asking an officer to have a drink was as doubtful as it could get. Thankfully, Adachi was quick to accept the situation.

“How does Aiya sound, then? Not the fanciest place, but they got the essentials. ‘Sides, all this interrogatin’ made me hungry; I could eat a horse right now.” There was no lie: Kanji really had a dent in his stomach, proved by a growl coming from his belly. Although, he always ate a lot and being hungry was usual for him – the real reason for choosing Aiya was that it was a little far away from Junes. It should work to keep Teddie out of sight and buy him some extra time.

As the teen walked away, Adachi couldn’t help but watch curiously. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as Tatsumi made a phone call, his lips formed into a thoughtful frown. He couldn’t help but wonder what the hell that was all about.. Suddenly having to make a call. Obviously, the teen was up to something, and Adachi didn’t like it.

Once the blond was done with his call, Adachi greeted him with his usual smile. “Oh! Must’ve been an important call.” He commented, cocking his head slightly. “Especially in the middle of me questioning you, Mister Tatsumi. Not calling up some buddies of yours to come beat me up or anything, I hope!” he laughed nervously, like he was telling a bad joke. Well shit, now that Adachi thought about it, he wondered if that really was what happened. He wouldn’t put it past the teen to want to beat the shit out of him.

The detective rose an eyebrow. “A drink?” he asked, blinking in confusion. “What’s this? Kanji Tatsumi wanting to buy an officer a drink?”

That sounded like an odd offer, coming from Tatsumi, but… Sure. Adachi would play along. Why the hell not? Wasn’t like he had anything better to do.

"Sure, why not!"

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Dammit! Shit! FUCK! Kanji mentally yelled all the curses he could think of in an attempt to purge his tension. He could not let anger take the best of him, or he would get caught. Violence was not the key to protect him from the situation, since it was more or less the same as confessing. Kanji took a deep breath, not caring to hide it from the detective.

“Ah, shit! I forgot that I need to ring someone. Can’t postpone it, y’see? Gimme a minute.”

Kanji walked a few steps away from Adachi, creating a long enough distance to make the call hard for the man to listen to and yet close enough to not raise too much suspicion. The blond took his celphone out of one of his pockets and dialed a number. He made an effort to lay low by muttering the conversation as well as he could.

“It’s me... Dammit Ted! Now’s not the time for that. Listen! I need you to go to my house and get my ‘weapon’ from here… don’t worry about that, just ask Ma where it is. Then take it to Junes and put it in a place with a label that fits. Yeah, got’cha. Thanks. Later.”

A press of the celphone’s large red button caused a loud beep to be heard, putting an end to the call. With the preparations in place, it was time to buy the bear some time to act.

“Hey, Adachi-san,” Kanji began as he strolled back, making a huge effort to sound nice and polite, “Sorry about earlier. You up for a drink before we head to Junes? It’s on me, of course. ‘s the least I can do to make up for it.”

Adachi blinked, smiling at the teen, as well as shrinking away from the boy’s anger. Sheesh, what a loudmouth. Plus, he wasn’t wanting to get beat up or anything. Of course, Kanji’s story sounded like complete bullshit, as the teen kept coming up with all kinds of excuses. Just what the hell was that about? Why would Kanji be bringing a desk to Junes anyway? To bring into the TV world? It didn’t.. Really make sense. Unless he was using it to defend himself? Now that would be a sight to see.

Looking about, Adachi scratched at the back of his head, though he kept an eye an Kanji. In case the teen decided to try and throw a punch at an officer. The thought made Adachi sweat nervously. It wasn’t like he could easily defend himself, even though he was older.

"That’s a uh.. Very interesting story.." the detective started, still sounding suspicious. Regardless, he clapped his hands together, then smiled.

"No problem? A-okay! Well, let’s head over there, then!"

Thankfully, the walk wouldn’t take too long, considering how small of a town Inaba was. Of course, Adachi just knew Kanji HAD to be lying, because shit. That lie was fucking awful, and it didn’t make any sort of sense. The man mused what kind of excuse Tatsumi would come up with once the fact that Junes wouldn’t have the same desks became obvious..

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Shame washed away the boy’s confidence on the subject. Despite his best efforts, he hadn’t accomplished the simple task of at least remembering the name of the game. The thought led Kanji to shift his expression from a poker face to a mild frown.

A witness who would only talk at the mention of a certain videogame, huh? That was rather pitiful, and deferring to such a wish seemed desperate. However, Kanji trusted Naoto’s judgment on the issue, and if she affirmed there was no other way, that was almost certainly true. Besides, it was a good explanation for the detective’s sudden interest in videogames.

“You gotta do what you gotta do,” Kanji urged, “Though, to be honest, you won’t understand much if you don’t play ‘em yourself, I think.” Tapping his foot lightly, he finished, “I don’t mind helping.”

He had no idea of how to play a videogame more modern than his cell’s Snake; however, a simple online game could not be more complicated than fighting Shadows. Their lives would not be at risk, and they did not have to beat it, if what Naoto’s claimed was correct. Capturing the essence of that game should be trivial, or so Kanji believed.

Perhaps if she’d been one to play these games, in retrospect, recognition would occur with relative ease from memory. The lack of knowledge is… excusable, if anything. Not when she hadn’t made any active efforts to engage in these frivolous activities. ‘Hanging out’ was once regarded as such, but now she sees the importance in strengthening their bonds of friendship whenever possible.

But with video games at its current necessity to solve this case, she’s left without much choice but to proceed. Her own understanding variant upon the information Kanji would share, she listens intently. A brow almost lifts as she watches the other boy examine her from head to toe - now just what could he possibly be thinking? Certainly not a cause for concern, she hopes; brows furrowing slightly in her quizzical state, but Kanji doesn’t opt to reveal judgement in his response, instead referring to her inquiry with a helpful response (Or so she hopes?)

Of course, she’s willing to cast the thought aside in favour of that, and yet… World of Peacecraft doesn’t strike a familiar tone in her memory. Which isn’t surprising in the least, but she just nods… Wait. World of Peacecraft? No, perhaps… World of Warcraft? She does recall the game being a part of the boy’s profile in the list.

"I think you mean World of Warcraft," she pointedly recalls, confidence on the subject growing soon after. "That isn’t to say I play these games myself, but I do require help in understanding them. A witness I’m dealing with only wishes to cooperate with someone who is knowledgeable in the realm of video games.

"…It feels almost ridiculous to comply, but I find myself having no other choice in the matter."

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Kanji doesn’t get what’s going on yet. When he does there’s going to be some yelling. 

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Kanji clenched his fists. Dammit. The detective was not dumb at all. The young man cursed himself for being the one who got deceived. Someone working at the police force would never fall for such an easy lie, no matter how goofy they appeared to be.

"T-the school just bought the same type of desk, is all!" He had let his confidence slip for a brief moment, but he had to have it, or fake it, if he wanted the facade to work, "Those damn things are popular, get it!?"

Ah, but of course. Kanji would occasionally bring his desk along with him, especially when the Investigation Team planned to go on a trip to the other world. An unpractical necessity.

"I've got to fetch 'em early sometimes, so I bring 'em with me to school and take 'em to Junes later," His colleagues could never shut their traps, could they? Now he had to lie through his teeth, and to a police officer to boot.

Shit! Adachi wanted to check whether or not the desks were for sale, huh? That was to be expected, and yet Kanji overlooked that important detail. All he had left was to go along and hope Junes would live up to its reputation of having a comprehensive list of items for sale - schools had to buy their desks somewhere, right?

"Yeah, no problem," Kanji said with his arms folded across his chest, waiting for the officer to make his way to the supermarket.

Once again, Adachi offered the teen a subtle smile, in hopes of not getting him too riled up. But shit, it was a little annoying, having to act like this. “Really? That’s the new thing in town, huh..?” Of course, the man sounded unconvinced, and he didn’t move from where he was standing.

Plus, Adachi had a.. feeling about Kanji. No, about the group of friends he was currently socializing with. Especially Dojima’s nephew. They’d meet up often at Junes, and it seemed each new victim Adachi had manipulated Namatame into kidnapping became part of Narukami’s group of friends. These damn kids were meddling in his business, he felt. It had to be them.

The detective frowned, a confused look crossing over his face. “If it’s not a desk from your school, then why is it reported as such?” He cocked his head, then took out a small notebook. “Some have claimed seeing you leave school with a desk! Isn’t that odd, Kanji?” He watched the teen carefully, waiting for his response. Forget what he felt earlier. Messing with these kids was fun. It wasn’t like Adachi REALLY cared that Kanji was possibly stealing a desk from the school.

Suddenly, the young detective smiled, shoving the notebook back into his pocket. “W-Well, how about instead of us arguing, you show me where they’re selling the desks at Junes!” He offered, looking at Kanji expectantly. “That would definitely get me off your back. Easy, right?”

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by gigino

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OOC: I was going to reply this directly but I ran out of characters, oops.

Anyway, from what I've seen (I'm pretty new, too!) most people seem to be rather flexible regarding the time of the roleplays.

Personally, I have a set standard written on my blog - in my case, Post-Persona 4, pre-Golden Epilogue Kanji -  that I will roleplay by default unless a) it would be an impossibility, like in the case of our roleplay, which I assume happens during Persona 4 b) the other person clearly asks for it OOCly (via ask or whatnot).

So, I say: feel free to roleplay whatever time periods you wish!

Hope this helps. :) //

(( Hello everyone! I’m pretty new to RPing in the Persona fandom, but I really love Persona 3 and 4, so I figure why not give it a shot? It looks fun.

THOUGH I had a question, or rather, what you guys would suggest.. I was wanting to do a post-accomplice ending Adachi, though I wasn’t sure if that’d conflict/cause problems when it comes to RPing and such? I’m not sure. Though I’m also happy with RPing a pre-ending Adachi as well. :) So, what do you guys think?)

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"Why hello there, Kanji. Haven't been getting into any trouble lately, I hope?" the detective offered the young man a smile, though he was wary around the teen. Kanji Tatsumi sure had a reputation for being hot-headed, and Adachi wasn't willing to get himself into any unecessary situations. However, he was a detective, so it was his job to check up on people, in a sense. Especially since this was Kanji Tatsumi he was looking at. Kid sure got into a lot of trouble.. Plus, Dojima had asked him to keep an eye on the young man, seeing how he was hanging around Yu nowadays. "I've heard reports that some people have seen you walk into Junes with a.. desk from your high school..?"

"Any idea what that's all about?"

Kanji was exhausted. All those trips into the other world surely took their toll on him. Had it been just a matter of having his Persona doing the job, there would have been no problem; and yet, he was the one who had to take the blows the Shadows inflicted and sometimes he had to smash them himself.

At first, Kanji had used a folding chair. It was harder to transport than a pair of spanners, but it was also less eye-catchy than Yu-senpai's sword, although the leader had a knack for keeping it out of sight, to the Emperor's surprise.

A few days prior, however, Yu-senpai had come to possess a school desk. Where had he gotten it? Did he steal it? Kanji did not know, but the leader insisted that he was to take the desk with him on their future incursions.

It was true that the desk made a huge difference - the Shadows appeared to suffer heavier damage, and died quicker. On the other hand, bringing along a school desk was anything but subtle. And now Adachi, that useless sidekick to Dojima, who kept following them around, had noticed.

"A school desk? What're you mumblin' about!?" Kanji shouted.

He had to find a way to fool the detective. He didn't look like the brightest bulb in the room; it should be easy to cover the issue with a lie.

" 's not a school desk, just a desk, uh, it's the new shit in town! They're traditional and they come in, hm, small quantities, so a person’s enough to transport 'em. Yosuke-senpai's busy, I'm just lending a hand."

Not the most convincing lie in the world, but Kanji hoped it did the trick.

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Kanji rubbed his chin, lost in the trail of his thoughts. People wouldn't let go of his past, when he got into fights often. Surely, he still had an aura of intimidation about him, and he would sometimes yell or swing his fists when angered. But what had happened was unexpected, to say the least.

He was not particularly close to anyone in his class, although lately he managed to have a chat or two, or laugh at a joke a classmate cracked at him. It would be an exaggeration to think he would perchance know a lot about his classmates, be it their hobbies, personality or background. Perhaps, if he was inclined to gossip, that would be a possibility, but that was something Kanji could live without.

Exactly because of his lack of knowledge about his classmates, what happened before homeroom caught him off-guard. Being accused of bullying was something he had gotten used to. However, being challenged to fight by a colleague from school was new for him. What was that guy thinking? Kanji was not some punk who got into fights for the pleasure of it. And yet, the veiled threat of "causin' a ruckus at your house ‘n shop, t'give you a scare..." should he refuse made him more nervous than he was willing to admit.

He was brought down to earth by an enthusiastic greeting. Kanji shifted his focus to the person who uttered it. A girl, small in stature but huge in spirit, with brown hair and a green jacket hiding her school uniform's shirt, approached him. Chie Satonaka, a member of the group who had rescued him... one who had seen his Shadow... The young man swept the thought away.

"Oh, yo," he retorted, "Yeah, I'm... waitin' for someone? Yeah, that."

Why was Chie walking in such a funny way? Then again, Kanji himself had his own walking quirks, which led him to basically stomp his way.

She made the question he had feared she would. Dammit, should I cut the chase, or...?

"Huh, 'm just waiting for someone. Ma never gives me breaks," he joked as he gave Chie a wry smile.

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To say that the Emperor and the Chariot were close would have been an over-statement. Surely, comrades in arms was more applicable but to associate them as close friends due to their proximity would have been an ill advised assumption. In fact, aside from mockery of one another’s innate talents and abilities, the pair barely quarreled or jested with one another - normally jotted along side with their respective counterparts and infatuations, if one was so inclined to call them that. 

All the same, the petite brunette brawler held a level of indifference when it came to the taller punk, finding amusement in his rash behavior - similar to her own, and his interesting quirks that never crossed her mind as being unusual. If anything, endearing. So, approaching him on the hot school day hadn’t seemed nearly as terrifying as it would have been prior to discovering him post-Midnight channel. 

Then again, approaching him at school seemed incredibly unlikely. He didn’t even look like he suited the hallways. 

"Kanji-kun, you’re still here?" She called out, her pace steady and leisurely all in same bout as she rounded the corner of the practice building with something Yosuke had mentioned called ‘swagger’ - it gave her cause to snort and roll maple hued irises. "Woulda thought for sure you’d be back at your mom’s shop by now… Are you not working today then?" No Naoto in sight either. 

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His muscles ached, but he used all his strength to smack the shadow with his trademark folding chair. What an irony that he, who had swore to never touch a police officer, was now beating quite a few of them to death. However, these were not any police officers - their stomaches were missing, their faces were monstruous and they had no respect whatsoever for the law. They were shadows, after all.

Ugh, wish I could just tear 'em appart. Sucks that I'm too damaged for that, Kanji thought to himself. Sure enough, a surge of energy went through the blond, lifting both his body and mind. "Thanks!" he shouted to the person who had healed him. With his strength recovered, it was time for a beatdown! "Here goes ... Persona!" he yelled as he slammed his chair through an arcana card. The card was crushed to pieces, and from behind Kanji appeared a gargantuan creature of robotic appearence, painted of black and with white bones which formed a skeleton showing. The creature, Kanji's Persona, Take-Mikazuchi, held a lighting bolt on its hand, akin to a sword, that it swung once, causing a great impact on the floor. That impact was sufficient to make the policeman waver. The "officer" let out a hideous cry and vanished, just like all other shadows. Kanji exhaled deeply; yet another battle was over. He smiled. "Barely a warm-up," he said to his comrades. They nodded cheerfully and then the teenagers pressed further, ready to fight countless more shadows who would dare to oppose them.

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