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This time, he let her lean her head on his shoulders and he rubbed her back as she did so. Her frame, so small and fragile, and yet deep inside she held the courage of a woman like no other. She inspires him in such a way that no one else does, motivates him like no one else does... and love him like no one else does. Was that a heightened level of assumption? Maybe so, but now they have all the time in the world to prove that, or change that in any form or matter. It was only a matter of whether or not she wanted it too, if she wanted it just as much.

Hands went to soothe her shoulders with a gentle rub, almost as if giving her a tender massage. Both of them had been stressed and exhausted from the varying cruelties of the world. It was about time for them to just spend moments with one another, perhaps make new memories. Although, unfortunately, Hell was the last place to be an ideal one. In any case, the appearance of the Central Hub at least does not reflect the imagery of Hell he had in mind. And so, it was rather peaceful to be with her at best.

Pulling off a little, he eyed the girl before him and his expression weakened. What a sweet surrender she was.

"Where do you live?"

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After some evidently intentional gruff coughing and rubbing of shaking hands had he come to the conclusion that he was not before someone so easily fooled. For suspicion, if anything, was a definite sign of knowing. However, it was also brought into his usually stolen attention that this was a proper opportunity to be had-- a shot for an actual bond in a place so unlikely, for in order to trust someone, doubt must be given first and foremost. If he was acting on his usual mannerisms, he would give no other form of response than a hoarse sound of acquiescence.

Pretty soon would his eyes linger among the faceless few, almost searching for what would be a response deemed acceptable of a man such as the other. If he found no ultimate form of solace within others, why would he find anything agreeable from The Fool? Mayhaps for this very reason that he would internally smirk, an answer so rigid as that should have been made clear to him earlier. Think, he begged himself to do as his eyes traversed and combed the crowd with his desperation. At this point, the cause should suffice more than it should.

"I'll stop beating around the bush then," he had decided something that he should've done before if he did know of the level of intelligence this one presumably have. If anything, it should've been common sense. But what does one know? Some people were just not born with it. It was worth the risk nonetheless. Still, to prevent having more of their time wasted, his stare returned to where it was before and finally, he was prepared to reveal what he had in mind. Prepared for the possible rejection, the Persona User opened his mouth and did not hold back from his offer. Suspicious will remain, yes, but they will lessened, he hoped.

"I want an alliance."

Well, whatever unsavoury traits of this one’s character may reveal themselves over the course of their acquaintanceship, let it be said that he isn’t shy. He might have even known this confidence as a sort of brazenness, were there like to be any danger in friendship– But, as the boy’s immediate proposal stands, he isn’t quite sure what to think of it. 

Because it is strange, if truth be told, that this stranger, his suggestion certainly welcoming, does not seem all too amiable himself. He seems to hold himself in a certain taciturn way, really quite the contrary to these first few words are intended to convey; at the same time, there was no hesitation or reluctance  – if anything, there was a desperation to his words. More implicit than explicit, granted, but it is still something worth bearing in mind: mothers naturally instil a distrust of strangers within their children, after all. 

And men desperate for companionship, as for anything else, can be dangerous.

He has to cursorily peer around him, to first put his mind at ease that no other has physically pushed him into making this decision. Once he has established that no such thing had happened (or, otherwise, no seen other has pushed him into this position), the Wiedergänger can only smile faintly, as though somehow amused by all this.  “Lonely, are we…? I must say, here of all others is a peculiar place to so readily offer one’s hand to a complete stranger – why, you have forgone even a greeting in your haste.” 

He then looks down upon the boy with a quirked brow, hands folded neatly behind his back, “…As is my understanding, there is no solidarity between the damned, no honour among thieves… As such, I fear your keenness to find something of the sort is rather lost on me. Perhaps you would care to explain yourself?”

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Interesting eyes, were they not? Evidently so varying in color, unmatched and vibrantly beautiful no matter whose eyes were seeing their depth. But no matter the vibrancy, one whisper hushed the previous admiration that developed in such a short span. If anything, he wouldn't dare trust that look. Certainly not if they came from a Demon whose actions and behavior have yet to be calculated and understood. For what reason he had approached the boy, was something yet to be solved.

Shrugging with suspicion, his stare imprisoned the other and although his own companion was nowhere to be seen, her presence could be felt even without her speaking. ‘A lady’, said he with a voice more than welcoming. Should he bite to the cheese?

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt," responded the boy before a brief nod. He was out to look for more information anyway. Anything would be helpful in his little excuse of an investigation and surely that 'lady' was yearning for the same effect and result. "Where should we meet your Master, Lucifer?"

Though already aware of the identity of the Demon, it didn't mean he had to reveal his.

❀ { conference

Errands, orders, insults, commands–the life of a demon servant was difficult. Despite this–and his mistress’…willful ways, Lucifer liked her well enough. Or rather, he enjoyed the forms of obeisance she forced on him as she bossed him around, between suspecting him at every turn. Masochist, indeed–

So it was with no small delight that he was combing the crowds of Exmolgesis on her behalf, looking for suitable candidates. Ah, but her instructions had been so vague…

‘Find me someone to talk to.’

His eyes darted over the crowds of sinners, ignoring their demon companions and the faceless nuns and priests. Who to pick, who to pick…

…!!

That one there didn’t seem too bad. The blue hair would contrast nicely with his mistress’s red if they sat side-by-side. He made his way to the boy’s side, subtly announcing his presence with a polite bow.

{ Greetings. Do you have a moment? }

{ I have an invitation from a lady who wishes to speak to you. }

Formal introductions seemed superfluous. If the boy’s demon was about, they’d recognize Lucifer on sight.

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Interesting? Worrying, more so. She looked like one of those Demons, but his own confirmed otherwise.

"How long have you been here?"

Circe tilted her head to the side as she stared back at the teenager.

“Do you find something interesting about my face?”

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“...and how do you suggest we do that?”

“Who’s coming with me to silence those wailing harlots?”

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Design for a gold embossed, prism coated Persona 3 bookmark!

Edit: I ended up changing the gold emboss quite a bit, so I’ve changed the file!

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"A total shame, is it not?" Beelzebub took the liberty to speak on behalf of her Master who did nothing but ignore the woman in red, fully respecting his desire to turn down such a conversation. The Demon of Gluttony focused her eyes towards the other, recognizing who she is but not acknowledging her as a sibling, a family. 

"And what of you, Leviathan? I would refer to you as my dear older sister, but with the current circumstance and you being different, perhaps you do not belong in our lineage-- a false."

“Hooh! What do you mean that your sin is Gluttony!? I was sure that you were full of the rising black star that shatters happiness, leaving you with the hopeless feeling that everyone’s better than you!” Boots stomped the ground, resisting the urges that plague her every waking moment.  Never will she be satisfied with any outcome, but this one was just the down right worst ones. “Those fat pigs of Gluttony got such cute boy!”

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Carving pumpkins, huh? He have never done this with S.E.E.S, much less with any friends he had made. A newfound experience it would be, hopefully even more fun than trying to figure out what kind of enjoyment Junpei usually liked. Across the girl did he sit, his manner of doing so in lotus position. Not exactly deviating from the idea of getting his school slacks dirty, he have spare pairs if he ended up not scrubbing it properly when he gets around to cleaning it. The same applied to the rest of his uniform, so there wasn't much to be concerned about on his part.

Accepting the given knife, he bared a look towards her own work, then back to the untouched pumpkin with delight. He was wondering what face to make, what she would like to see.

"Yours is cute."

[ ♬ ]—— Ibuki may be a little too eager to stab pumpkins, but the idea of carving into flesh never crossed her mind. Real Heavy Metal People never hurt others despite how the gimmick of so many bands might say otherwise, among with those lyrics that scream ‘MURDER MURDER MURDER’ at every line. It’s all just one big gimmick, as already said.

      After seeing the nod, she enthusiastically produces a spare knife out of her apron pocket and shoves it towards him. “Come sit with Ibuki and let’s start already!” By the time he does take a seat, there’s already a clean, uncarved pumpkin laying across his lap.

      “Ibuki doesn’t have a spare apron, but she’s sure you’re gonna be careful, right? Even if you stain yourself, the orange ooze is easy to clean in the washing machine so no worries~!”

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There was more to the place than meets the eye, outside his own waking point that is. Seeing nothing but items sprinkled with gold had dulled his senses for a time so the outside view had been refreshing not only to him but also towards the floating creature beside him. However, an unfortunate or fortunate circumstance he could not tell exactly tell, there was more that ravelled the motivated mind to surrender. Although he had his fair share of wickedness, in terms of what his eyes have already witnessed, there was something discomforting in finding a clergy adorning a blank.

And it should have terrified him, if not for the already growing crowd of variety. A wonder was it that made them wander about the Central Hub at a time like this. Now that he thought about it, there was no telling if it was daytime or nighttime. What difference would have been there, of a time so unspoken, in truth hadn't matter from the get go. The sun will never rise, anyone with eyes who'd stare up would be able to accept that given fact. There was nothing in the so called sky but darkness, a shade so unfamiliar and unbefitting of evening atmosphere he so deeply recognized.

It brings up the question of if anyone else had noticed it too.

He had ordered the Demon of Gluttony to dematerialize for the purpose of not eliciting any hints of suspicion if he ever found himself interacting with a fellow among the varied men. Upon this decision would he suddenly feel a slight impact behind him that made him carefully glance, jolting whatever caused such a thing. Surprise was hinted in the expression of the boy, but upon witnessing the sudden pedal of the perpetrator, he saw no reason to lift up his guard. In fact, no matter how shady the other happened to appear, he could not sense a darker intent lingering upon. He wouldn't say that he was good at reading people and their character, but he could admit to already meeting enough to be able to say such a thing.

Nonetheless, the glance immediately hardened into a glare. Not out of hostility or intention to appear mad, but only to be so curious.

Pacing around the Central Hub was a solitary figure. There seemed to be no reason to his route, him simply meandering around, going about things at his own pace. All would seem normal, except from the fact that he appeared to be speaking to himself, an occasional smile pulling at the corners of his lips. 

What those around him wouldn’t be able to tell was that in fact, he was speaking with his demon. Sometimes it was easier for her not to be seen- but she was decent conversation.

Particularly when he noted that she shared a particular love for puns too.

Which was why they conversed quietly, passing the time in this strange place.

“Oh, Master, I’m not having envy of it!” She let out a laugh heard only to him, and Hades cracked another smile of his own. This was somewhat ridiculous, but it was also a joy he rarely had time to experience. Not many chances like this presented themselves to him, and by now he’d realised his demon was a necessity, and so he’d take what he could.

Casting his gaze down, letting long locks obscure his face, he heaved a deep breath, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling away at the back of his throat. Whilst he would indulge, he also didn’t wish to draw too much attention to himself.

Except now, he had no clue where he was going. In those seconds he took his eyes off of his path, he collided into the back of a shorter male. Not with too much force, but enough to snap him back to reality. 

Red eye darting up to look at the stranger, the God immediately put up his hands defensively, taking several steps back from them. Brows furrowing together, he put on his usual stoic expression, attempting to look unapproachable. 

“I’m sorry.”

Barely a muttered apology left his lips before he was retreating, fearful of causing them further, needless misfortune. He was concerned, even worried that he’d caused injury, but it wasn’t something he could tend to too closely. Someone like him would just make things worse.

And so now silent, he backed away, head bowed in the hopes he could get out the situation swiftly.

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Not to deride, but the opposition that she had previously displayed was a behavior unfitting for a loyal familiar. No matter how their conversation may have ended, it had still successfully pulled ideas he hadn’t think of at first-- a result unexpected from a heated argument, or at least from the other end of the short stick as the Master held no energy within him to aggressively respond. It had irritated her several times, but perhaps due to her Master's quiet nature that she had learned to appreciate the vaguest of details, and together they had formed a conclusion.

Allies were needed.

Dangers and ordeal, their introduction will never come warned. He knew of this, he had experienced this on his own and had awareness of what destruction everyone could bring. It would be wise and all the more convenient to harness attachments outside of the land they currently reside if in any case a time would come where the pair would gain the opportunity to venture in a world larger than theirs. This idea had only kicked in after he had checked the other gates that weren't Avaritia's. Theirs was accessible via physical touch, but when he had pressed his fingers upon the others-- no difference was made-- no such luck was found.

And so he had found himself questioning many, of the rare view in the Hub where most would come-- exiting their respective grounds-- for a reason that surely most would understand. It was either their place was too astounding, or there was more opportunity in learning by conversing with others. In any case, such hope was embedded within him when he had initiated an approach, Beelzebub nowhere to be found and was sent off to dig answers of her own. Sure, there was a threat to be had by approaching another, servant-less in this regard, but that was only if one had the correct guess. There was no way to tell if a Demon was around, the devil of gluttony had told him, so it would not be foolish to apply pretense.

"Let's be friends." Quickly.

The dark pool from which he greedily drinks is stagnant, and is too warm to do any efficient job at satisfying his first. He takes more, then, always more, abandoning his usual decorum without shame as he drinks nosily from cupped hands. Asmodeus keeps a silent company by his side (a preference he has made clear over her existing only as some voice in his thoughts), watching on with a sort of wistfulness.·

It’s a rather serene image, in a strange way: up until she turns, apparently perturbed by the appearance of another onto the stage.

「 A boy approaches – he is unlike the rest. His face… 」The demon’s words had not fallen on deaf ears·‘til now, no, but it is only now that he glances up from the pool. His face: she need not finish her observation for him to know to what she refers. The bleak capital had its own hordes, all faceless vassals; they might have been cause for discomfort - dread, even - were he not himself reminded of his own phantom troupe– Yet the apparent appearance of another, perhaps in circumstances not unlike his own, is certainly something. ·

He drags a hand across his mouth as he stares on ahead, back still facing this approaching stranger. There is little use in caring for what danger this one might pose, and he can only dismiss his companion’s apparent concern with a breathy laugh,·“I thank you for your concern, Asmodeus – he is but a boy, as you say. I should think that no more harm can come to me now, besides. I will call for you if necessary.”·Perhaps she thinks to protest, though it is without a word that she smiles warily before heeding her liege’s dismissal. The dead man rises from his place upon the ground to meet his audience, a calm returns to his eyes now that he is - if only temporarily - quenched.·

“…Well met, boy,” – there is no apparent aggression to his stance, at least. Their sort may deserve nothing else, but an amiable greeting would not go amiss. “Do you require something of me?”

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Without a sliver of solid concern he would turn, sight effectively and automatically aligning itself to meet her own intruding gaze. A woman quite shorter than him by few inches, her manner of dressing almost unbearably identical to those facelessly wandering about. He would not mistake her to be a common familiar simply targeting other Masters-- not with that comely tone that suggested a humane behavior-- a curiosity that Demons who have seen the ends of the Earth would not possess, obviously so. Though Beelzebub was around in a form unseen and had been lending unwanted advice, of mere ideas that involved devouring, he had remained collected as per usual.

"What trouble?" There was nothing more.

“Are you going the right direction?… You shouldn’t wander deeper into this place if you don’t want to find yourself in trouble…”

She frowned at the other, stepping forward to catch a better glimpse of him.

Albeit not having a single clue as to who this boy was or what he was capable of doing, it wasn’t a reason for her to ignore the path he seemed to go. While she herself barely had an idea of how the regions were set up, surely wandering into anonymous areas brought no one good. But why exactly was she helping him? Perhaps, she just couldn’t endure the sight of anyone being traumatized yet.

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Whatever was imposed upon, kept in utmost ignorance, it had deluded many in the most intricate ways. He himself hadn't have a deeper reasoning behind those frail events. It mattered less, he opted to warn himself within her grace, but what hypocrisy would that be-- to feign all knowledge of the given act instead of researching for the fragile steps towards the redemption anyone would wish in hopes of altering what had occurred. There were regrets, most severe than any emotion he had possessed, but realism had kicked in far earlier than his own desire-- hell, he never truly thought about himself. Others always came first before his own.

And he had clambered in her touch, of a gentle notion that told him that he was alright-- he had been alright. Despite the instances that would prove otherwise, she was here to remind him that one fact. It had him thinking of a home he never had, a warm and aching feeling to be had. Still, if he had learned of this to exist before with her, oh what he wouldn't give to own it earlier, to feel it in a time much better than this-- much better than the afterlife.

He had never smiled. He found no reason to, or simply because he found it unfitting for him, but he did.

"T-Thank you," The Fool muttered under his shaky, cold breath. "Fuuka-chan."

ii. tfw no bk [ minato ]

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An expectation was to be had with accounts of ruffians wandering about-- such a place was an underground for those who have sinned after all. It was a cage for unfulfilled promises, a self-made prison with no hopes of discovering the key towards the might. In any case, he did not find himself appropriate to be here. For instance, he believed-- or at least he had personally convinced himself-- he was not bound by what most would consider immoral, and so was his friend who, for reasons he could not decipher, had ended here all too humorously, but insulting.

This reflection kept him perplexed of many different types of anxieties, yet tongue was held for a moment. The Demon had whispered something. It was his dominant role to abide in respect, and eyes shortly studied the company far from expected. Around them were creatures taking a humanly form. However, no carvings were sighted under their mystical hoods. The severity of their stutterings was quite a trouble-- he had evidently failed to understand a single word. One company briefly dismissed this worry, of her face was genuine and distinguishable-- a sight for sore eyes, or so that's what Junpei would say.

"I am," The boy replied, lacking in energy despite not being truly disinterested. "What about it?" Simply intrigued was he, nothing more.

And his own Demon had revealed herself, hovering above the comely air.

She’d been walking around the central island for Maker knows how long. Things all looked the same, and every person she tried to approach was faceless, and likely someone she’d rather not jump into conversation with. Fear was beginning to settle in and harshly on Bethany, and she just wanted to find someone who could explain anything, anything to her! 

     “Ah, don’t look so glum, Master! Look over there, he might help you, or he might be one of us, you never know! Or he might hold you hand and stop you from worrying!” Leviathan spoke up, not exactly doing very much to help Bethany’s anxieties at all. However, she did take a glance over at the young male being pointed out to her. He didn’t look very local, at least not to her. Perhaps he was a best bet at asking for a little help. Taking baby steps towards the other, a light cough to try and grab his attention left the mage’s throat, hands playing with the cuffs of her sleeves.

     “Hi-! Uh, hey. Excuse me, are you new here too? You know, it’s awfully dangerous to be walking around these new areas on your own…” She figured this was the best way to work around asking someone to walk alongside her. Hand holding or not, she really didn’t like being accompanied by a demon alone. 

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guess who is fuckenin ready for bestiary quest

so avaritia crew { @memenetta, @magusvalse @rexpuritas, @gravestoneheels }

Just hit like if you'll be around 10/15 EST. If more people are gonna participate, we're gonna group thread. Otherwise, a regular thread is an option too.

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Maybe we’ll meet again

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Oh.. so she really was referring to herself after all! That made more sense now, but it wouldn't be weird for a god to have Ibuki as a name either so it really wasn't that much of a problem. At first he felt a shiver ran down his spine, and a tint of excitement rose afterwards that revealed himself wanting to surrender to his own curiosity despite already having plans for tonight. It was a ridiculous way to spend his time with, but anything was better in comparison to Junpei's baseball games. Junpei doesn't win against him.

Watching the murdered fruit... it looked quiet happy, didn't it? With a smile on its operated face, almost appearing thankful for being violated like that. What kind of feeling did she have when she had done such a thing? Minato wanted to find out for himself.

He'd nod his head in approval at her offer while not removing his amazed glance at the pumpkin, wondering where he would push the blade of the spare knife first. Wait... could this be a distraction after all? What if she's planning to distract him intentionally only to stab him afterwards?

[ ♬ ]—— A twist of knife in here, a deep plunge in there, the girl is working hard to carve the first eye into the pumpkin even as she speaks with the stranger. She hears his brief answer, and already pegs him as someone who doesn’t talk much. It’s pretty easy to figure out from the way he keeps that hair. Either he set that to cover some kind of scar over his other eye, or he really is just as most people wearing such hairstyle are: an Emo.

      Well, no matter. She’s dealt with many emos among her fellow heavy metal peeps. One more wouldn’t deter her from having a bad day, especially when they look cute like this guy.

      “How nice! When Ibuki works hard, there’s no way she half-asses it! And people somehow get attracted to it!” Maybe because whatever she does is extremely weird, but what’s wrong with that? Everyone wants to get closer to uncommon events like bees around a flower bearing the worst nightmare face. Human nature, right? All the more popularity for her.

      “Wanna join in? Ibuki’s got a spare sharp knife for ya!”

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Who the hell is Ibuki...

That's not a name of a god he doesn't know about, is it? So many religions in this planet and he can only recognize a few. That one in particular sounded Japanese, but didn't Japan had a pretty limited list? He had never heard of that name before. It was odd though... since Halloween was an adapted holiday. An asian religion practicing murdering pumpkins was weird in itself. Again, not that he was in the position to question the belief of others, especially when she appeared to be having fun with worshipping her god.

Scratching the back of his neck, Minato eyed her smile. He would assume she was a foreigner, if not for that obviously native manner of speaking. She could be referring to herself when she said Ibuki. His eyes motioned towards the slaughtered pumpkins, then back to the eccentric stranger.

"A little," Minato replied reluctantly before shooting a gaze at the knife in her hand. What if she suddenly stabbed him... would that be fucked up or what?

[ ♬ ]—— It’s October 1st.

      Religiously, Ibuki had counted the hours and minutes that separated her from the fateful moment when she could burst her creativity out of her brain like a gruesome volcano spitting grey matter. Unfortunately she fell asleep with her face on the floor before midnight hit– but as she appears outside the house at this time of the morning, undeterred in her task, she’s sinking the knife deep into the tough surface of a pumpkin, the manner of which makes her almost look like a serial killer in action.

      While the musician attempts to poke another hole in the damn thing, her perceptive ears catch footsteps approaching. She raises her gaze to the stranger, and instead of being annoyed for the intrusion, she displays a big smile that is just a bit spoiled by the orange stains affecting her face and the front of her apron. 

      Luckily, pumpkins can only ooze orange stuff. Red would be a bitch to clean off.

      “Sup? Have you been captured by Ibuki’s Halloween spirits?”