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Unleash Your Persona!

By: KL Tiago

 Persona 5, the JRPG from Atlus, is one of the best games of this year as well as all time.  In my opinion.  But also it’s true.

 The characters are thought out and interesting. The story is deep and engaging. The gameplay is fun and strategic. The soundtrack is out of this world. It's overall just an amazing piece of work.

 One of the best things about this game, beyond the aforementioned points, is its visuals.  Persona 5 bleeds aesthetic.  The anime-style comes through in the character design, the musical choices, the fonts; everything.  It's all very uniquely Persona and all very amazing.

 What I want to dissect specifically, is the fashion. The costume design of this game is top-notch.  Character outfits are fashionable, stylish, funky, and on-trend. I'm going to go one by one through the Phantom Thieves’ battle costumes to discuss what a fabulous job this game did with its aesthetics and their fashion choices.

 First up, the main protagonist Akira Kurusu aka Joker.  Black trench coat with an oversized turned up collar?  Yas.  Boots with the hint of a heel and slightly curled toe?  Yas.  Fit-ted vest to snatch that motherfucking waist to Hades?  Yas, bitch.  A secretive, white, pointy mask to hide all of the Joker’s got-damn secrets? Yas.  Red accent gloves?  You betta believe it!  Akira is serving some midnight-warrior-Protagonist-realness and will lead you straight to fashion nirvana.

 Ryuji Sakamoto, your first friend, goes by Skull. Henny is giving you knee pads for safety and fun.  Pants tight like the bonds of friendship, complete with anime-trope-doubled-up, X-crossed belts.  Yes they’re functional too, miss-miss.  Where else would Skull hold his shotgun shells?  Fashion and function, yes, ma’am.  Did I mention the yellow gloves and thin red scarf to maximize the accessorize?  I did now.

 Who’s that blonde in the drastically-impractical zip-up, red leather body suit?  Miss Panther: Ann Takamaki.  It is what?  Glued to her body.  She is where?  Covered head to toe except for a very-practical boob-window. Mmm-hmm.  Do those thigh-high boots zip up?  NO MA’AM: they are pulled high as Heaven brought up by the Lordt.  And don’t think for one motherfucking minute Ann left her accessories at home.  Her purr-fect primadonna mask faces some feline features and her hot pink gloves are giving Barbie, Kirby and Kimberly Ann Hart respiratory problems.  She is painting the town red with her colour-palette, honey.  Live.

 Yusuke Kitagawa, the stone-cold Fox with a mask of a Kitsune. HUH-KNEE.  Yu-su-ke-is-snatched-like-but-ter-he-is-run-ning-with-this-look-to-the-run-way.  That collar is up to HERE, honey.  His outfit is fitting like his ice-blue gloves–like butter!–creamy, silky, smooth. Sleek, is his look.  But wait!  Flounce, darling!  Flounce!  Are those sleeves puffed like a pastry?  Mama, yas!  Are those knee-high boots white like a wedding dress?  Bitch-is-PURE.  What’s that striped blue and white sash hiding, Yusuke?  Mr. Kitagawa, is that a fluffy tail, you furry trash?  MA-MA, YAS!

 Next up is queen, kween and also codenamed Queen: Makoto Nijima.  Her outfit is black as?  Night.  Her corset-inspired leather is? Dangerous.  Those spiky shoulders are giving me Balmain in a war-zone, honey.   She is a steel-toed, iron-masked, deadly-fisted honor-student from the right-side of the tracks and she will rip out that throat and help you study arithmetic, honey.  She is a whom?  Multitasker.  Ask Miss Makoto if you can borrow her lengthy, flowing, beautiful black sash to hang yourself with because her look will leave you deceased.

 Sakura-comma-Futaba.  Baby-girl better get herself out of her socially-anxious closet because the world needs to see her LOOK.  Little lady isn’t called Oracle for nothing honey.  Those cute, bug-eyed, red goggles of hers can see into your soul, can see into your mind, can see into the future, Miss-Honey.  Which is where she pulled this Tron-gone-fashion aesthetique.  Those neon green lines are pulsing over that slight frame, Futaba.  Those popping green fingers, heels and toes are hacking into fashion, Futaba.  You may not know how to hold a normal conversation, Futaba, but honey can hold an outfit.

 The Heiress of a hamburger fortune, lemme take a bite out of Haru Okumura: M’ilady of the dark, mademoiselle Noir.   Let’s start from the top, shall we. Bitch-that-feath-thered-hat-is-give-ing-me-ev-ry-thing.  It’s cute.  It’s Shakespeare.  It’s delicious.  Lady Okumura, where did you get that lilac pink blouse because I need it.  I need that adorable vest to make it an ensemble, and the lil’ silk tie to circle dat throat.  Mm-kay?  Call Ryuji, his shotgun shell belt just became last season.  Haru is holding.  Grenades that is.  Which she launches, honey, like she launches us into fashion celestiality with those poofy short-shorts, black leggings and good-girl loafers.  Haru may be armed with an axe, but she’ll behead me with her own two hands in those hot-purple leather gloves, ma’am!

 Is the dissection over?  NO MA’AM!  It is NOT! No team of heart-stealing fashion-bandits is complete without animal aid!  Meowing Morgana pulls up to the curb in them-got-damn-self because Miss-Codename: Mona can transform into a bus. Yes queen!  This feline accessorizes with a 2.3L turbo-4 engine and 300 horesepower!  Handy and fashion: because that bus has ears.  For what?  To hear the haters coming and drive the fuck away, Miss-Miss!  Morgana is serving adorable-counterpart-reality with a cute yellow handkerchief collaring that cute, kitty-cat neck.

 The Phantom Thieves are what?  Sickening.  They have stolen what?  Your heart.  Why?  Because: fashion.

 If you still doubt me in terms of the incredibleness of Persona 5, I can’t help you.  Honestly, seeing them should have been enough to make you place an Amazon order or get your ass down to a GameStop.  Love yourself: play Persona 5.  Or do one better: dress like Persona 5.

 Turn up that collar.  Accessorize with too many belts.  Feather that hat, honey.  Make yourself into the person you wish you’d be with all the craze and fabulous you deserve. Unleash your Persona!  Unleash fashion!

 Persona 5 is available for PlayStation 4.

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KL Summarizes - Puella Magi Madoka Magica

By: KL Tiago

 There are several tropes associated with the magical girl genre.  Cute-yet-semi-trashy outfits. Impossibly coloured and styled hair.  Overly-sexual magical transformations from school-girl to mystical-fighter...  Puella Magi Madoka Magica has all of that and more, honey.  Oh, but did I mention that unlike other magical girl series out there: it.   Is.  Dark.  Very dark.  Let’s discuss.  Spoilers ahead, mama.

 We start with school girls Madoka and Sayaka living they boring-ass lives.  We see some classic magical girl color-palette individuality going on here; one pink and one blue, you can tell homegirls are gonna have some hue-specific outfits when they transform, and bitch: they do.  But first they’re just two regular youngins.  And then they meet Kyubey.

 Kyubey?  Honey.   Kyubey.  Is.  A.  Bitch.  But we’ll get to that.

 Kyubey is cute AF.  AF.  Kyubey is half-bunny, half-cat, half-fox, sort of pink, sort of white; it is giving you beady-red-eyed-adorable-animalistic-ambiguity. The girls meet Kyubey and he telepathically spills the tea that he can grant them a wish.  And not only can he grant you a wish–no bitch–Kyubey is a businessman; he will give you a two-for-one, Miss-Miss!  Not only will you get a wish–BITCH!–you will also become a muthafucking MAGICAL GIRL.

 Will you get magical powers?  Yes!  Will you get a fabulous outfit?  Yas!  Will you fight evil witches and save lives?  YAS!  Shit-is-look-ing-up, Mama!  The girls meet a new friend, Mami, who has already got her wish and made a contract with Kyubey.  She is living her best magical girl life, honey.  She has yellow ribbons, boss-ass rifles and breasts which make no sense on a 15 year-old.  She was also a friendless orphan until she met her two new friends, but she is lonely no more, honey!  Yas!  Friendship!

 …

 Enter Homura.

 Homura Akemi is purple, sleek, and ready to motherfucking murder Kyubey.  Why?–You ask–would anyone want to kill Kyubey?  He is so fucking cute!  Bitch, I’m about to get there.

 One day, Madoka and Sayaka go with Mami while she out hunting witches; as the magical girls do.  However, shit goes wrong this time…  Shit goes side-ways.  Shit goes so sideways that Mami gets her fucking head torn off.  Literally.  Well I suppose literally it’s bitten off, but still: shit gets real.  Very suddenly.  Ain’t nothing like seeing a magical girl go limp because a witch chomped her head off.  Pret-ty fucked up.  Must admit.

 Homura dashes in to save the two girls, killing the witch who half-ate Mami, and warns these stupid bitches to stay the fuck away from Kyubey and to forget about being a magical girl.

 Do they?  Fuck no: this is a narrative, honey.

 Sayaka ends up making a wish to save a boy who leaves her ass for some skank.  She gets so emo about it homegirl’s Soul Gem–the source of her magical girl power–goes corrupt and she turns witch.

 Oh yeah, bitch.  Witches are just darkened magical girls.  But that’s so weird since… Kyubey… makes magical girls… to fight witches… Oh shit.

 YAS BITCH.  KYUBEY IS FINESSE INCARNATE!  Him and his people–The Incubators–feed off the powerful energies created by the magical girls after they turn into witches.  He is lying to young girls and snatching their literal souls, honey!  SAVAGE!

 There’s a reason Homura been trying to kill this cat/dog/fox/rabbit/alien shit from the jump off.  FURTHER PLOT TWIST: IT WASN’T EVEN THE JUMP!

 Homura got suckered too, honey… like a million years ago!  Bitch can travel in TIME!   And what does she use her time travel for?  Trying to save her dumbass friends.  That’s a real one.  Homura a real one.  How many friends gon’ jump through time to save yo ass?  Not many.

 In every timeline her besties die or turn witch-bitch, so Homura goes back and tries it again.  It’s sweet… and sad, because she literally is never successful.

 But then Madoka makes a move.

 After being the focus of Homura’s flagrantly-lesbian-obsessive timeline restarts, the energies surrounding Madoka have become hella powerful and so she will make a hella powerful wish.  And she wishes to change the world: to stop magical girls from turning into witches when they die or get filled with sorrow.  Instead, she will purify the souls while transcending into another universe, darling.  Self-sacrifice is so chic.

 Mama Madoka becomes a god, living in another realm and purifying the souls of magical girls while her friends live on happily.

 …Or so we think, bitch!

 In the third film we see all of the girls back alive and well fighting evil once more.  Homura, being the boss-ass bitch she is, soon realizes something is fucked the hell up and discovers her and her friends have been plopped into an alternate reality formed by the power of a witch who is just about to transform.  Shit gets even more real when Homura realizes that she is the witch who is about to go nuclear.   Plot-fucking-twist!  Homura got got by her damn-self!

 As her soul is about to be corrupted and destroyed, Madoka comes to her, ready to purify her best friend and stop her from witching out.   Homura sees her friend and seizes the opportunity.  There are two omni-powerful 14 year-olds in this playground, Miss Thing.  And one of them has no fucks left to give and a lesbian crush to act on.

 After lifetimes of trying to save Madoka and failing, Homura chooses this moment to use all her power and retransform the world just as Madoka did, but this time she is the vengeful boss-demon-lord, honey. She saves her friends while also making Kyubey and his people her slaves who suffer corruption in place of the magical girls and Madoka.  The only one who knows what truly happened, how Homura changed the world and is technically a sociopathic-all-powerful-demon-witch, is Sayaka.  And Homura makes like Luca Brasi, and lets Sayaka know she better fall the fuck in line.  Ain’t no one messing up this new timeline, honey.  Homura has finally glowed up.

 Puella Magi Madoka Magica is a phenomenal anime which I highly encourage you to invest in.  I watched the three films, but there are full-season animes which play out the first two films.  It is cute, it is depressing; what more could you want?!

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“What’ll it be?” a bald woman with white eyes dried a long-stem wine glass with a cloth at the bar.  She slid it into the hanging rack above her and immediately picked up another to dry.

 “Ouija, we need safe haven,” Leto went up to her.  “Something is attacking us at the chalet.”

 “You’ll find no safety here,” she hung up the last glass and leaned on the bar.  “But I can get you a drink to go.”  Ouija’s thin, white tank top showed off an intricate chest tattoo of an ancient alphabet spanning from shoulder to shoulder.  The white tattoo glowed against her smooth, dark skin, glittering like diamonds.

 “What?” Leto showed genuine emotion, his eyebrows bristling and jaw clenching.  “But–what?  Witches always have safe haven at Old Ouija’s.”

 “Not this one,” she nodded to Bennet, whose mouth fell open.

 “What’s wrong with me?” she snapped to Leto, her eyes wide in search of support.

 “She reeks of death and magic: a geist is haunting her,” Ouija explained.  “Its dangerous for her here as it is anywhere else, it only endangers me too.  And I want to look out for me.”  She pulled up a bottle of tequila from below the bar and lined up three shot glasses.

 Leto rubbed his chin and hummed to himself.  “All right…”

 “What does she mean?” Bennet was confused.  “I’m being ‘haunted’?  Who’s haunting me?  A ghost?”

 “Geists,” Leto corrected.  “Twisted spirits of dead witches.  She’ll find you here; Ouija’s wards only protect against non-witches.  Geists are technically witches: if it comes here it will get through the protective magics.”

 “So where can we go it wont find me?” asked Bennet.  Leto stayed silent.  “Oh my god, I’m going to die.  It’s my first day of magic school and I’m going to die.”

 “Can you relax?  You aren’t going to die.  You kids go sit in the corner and be quiet while we figure out what to do,” Kozo pointed at some chairs by a window so heavily frosted all you could see outside was black.  She turned back to Leto and Finn.  “That girl is going to die,” Kozo whispered.

 “Shut up Kozo,” Leto told her.

 “Geists always find their mark,” she replied.

 “Shut up Kozo,” he repeated.  “Geists hunt the people who killed them and Bennet certainly hasn’t killed any witch, recently or otherwise; this is strange.”

 “What should we do, Leto?” asked Finn.

 “We need to contact the other professors,” Leto decided.  “They may have encountered the geist by now at the chalet.”

 “Provided they aren’t zombie food,” said Kozo.

 “Remind me to never have you with me in a crisis,” Leto shot.  “You’re drastically unhelpful.”

 “Just keeping it light,” she threw her hands up defensively.

 Bennet tried her best to listen to what the older witches were whispering about, stroking Grim with nervous intensity.  “What is happening?” she asked to no one in particular.

 “It’s okay,” Kitty assured her.  “I’m sure the professors are used to dealing with all of this.”

 “What is ‘all of this’?  I literally have no idea what is happening.  I was just trying to eat a salad and things suddenly got very real.  Like, now I’m being haunted and I’m not allowed in secret witch bars?” she gave Kitty a guffawed glare.  “I–I literally can not.”

 “Fuck: me either,” Lucy grumbled, sitting all the way on the other side of the room from Bennet.  “Remind me to stay away from you forever.”

 “Why are you all the way over there?  She isn’t contagious.  You aren’t going to catch her haunting,” Kitty rolled her eyes.

 “Haven’t I already, though?” Lucy snapped, pulling out her cellphone from somewhere on her person.

 “And now you’re going on your phone.  Is it really time to check Instagram?” Kitty stated the obvious.

 “Why?  Is the ghost tracking us through my phone?  Is it in the NSA now?”

 Kitty rolled her eyes, giving Bennet an attempt at a smile.  “Let’s talk it out, Bennet.  I find when people get all pouty and not-talking they make bad decisions brought on through their own unchecked thoughts.  So let’s talk?”

 The blonde nodded, a pout glued to her mouth.  “…What is this thing?”

 “Geists are vengeful spirits of dead witches, they hunt down whatever killed them.”

 “What if what killed them wasn’t a person?  Like they fell off a building?” Bennet asked.

 “Haunted building,” Kitty replied.

 “What about if they die in a car accident?”

 “Haunted highway.”

 “What if they choke on a chicken wing at a restaurant?”

 “Haunted building.”

 “But the chicken wing killed them, not the building!”

 “Doesn’t matter,” Kitty shrugged.

 “That’s fucked up…” Bennet hated ghost logic.

 “So… have you killed any witches recently?”

 “No!” Bennet exclaimed.  “How could–where would I–I just finished high school!”

 “Okay, so this is weird…” Kitty rubbed her chin.

 “It’s not as strange as you guys are making it,” Ouija took one of the shots of tequila, breaking up the whisper-fest.

 “Care to elaborate?” asked Kozo.

 “Her cat,” Ouija smirked, “that thing is one powerful catalyst.  Hypothetically, the geist could come back to life through that girl and her pet.  That is why it’s after her.  I’ve seen it before.  Did she draw it for the first time only recently?  The geist must have felt it.”  She took the second shot of tequila, self-satisfaction emanating from her.

 Bennet rubbed Grim between his eyes; suddenly more worried for him than herself.

 “What did you do last time?” Leto leaned on the bar.

 “I didn’t do anything, I stayed the fuck here.  But they burned its bones.”  Ouija went for the final shot but Leto snatched it before she could reach it, downing it quickly.

 His throat warmed to the alcohol as he placed the miniature glass back on the bar.  “Can you help us find this one’s bones?”

 Ouija quietly assessed the shot glass before deciding to pour herself another, staring into the amber liquid.  “…I guess I could help… Come here,” she waved Bennet over with a deep sigh.  Bennet cautiously went and stood in front of Ouija.  The woman pet Grim, who had begun purring insanely.  “I love cats,” she said, before taking her last shot of tequila.  “All righty, lets do this.”

 Ducking quickly below her bar, Ouija pulled out a silver tin.  She slid the lid off, revealing several vials of purple powder; emptying one onto the wooden bar and lining it up with the triangular shard of a mirror also in the tin.  Ouija leaned over, held a single nostril closed, and snorted up the powder in one deep inhale.

 When she stood back up, her eyes glimmered black and starry like space.  She held Bennet’s cheek, her hand was unnaturally hot but not enough to be painful.  Ouija sniffed harshly three times before exhaling in quick bursts.

 “Goddamn,” she muttered.  “Goddamn.  Goddamn: did not plan on getting this high today…”  Ouija sniffed Bennet’s face some more, the whole time Grim purred in her arms.  “I see the witch’s death… no...  The geist... she's seeing other witches die.  Lots of them–she’s… these are definitely deaths of the trials…  But she survived and… moved with other witches.  …There’s freezing water now and… crows… or… and trees and... a clearing…”

 Ouija backed away from Bennet, walking slowly to a silver fridge which dripped frozen water vapor as she opened it.  She retrieved a single ice cube and munched on it with her back left molars.  “The witch’s bones are in New Salem in a clearing.  There’s cold water and mud… and birds.”

 “That’s hardly specific,” Kozo sighed.

 “Excuse the fuck out of me: I didn’t need to get stoned off esper dust to have some ungrateful witch be ungrateful,” Ouija chomped her ice forcefully.

 Leto glared at Kozo.  “Sorry,” Kozo bowed her head, apologizing to both of them.  “Thank you for helping us find clues.”

 “Yeah, yeah, now please leave, I’m about to get spacey and hungry.  So unless you’re gonna help me cook some grilled cheese and fried chicken: bye.”  Ouija ducked away behind some black wood saloon doors where clangs of pots and pans rang out.

 “What do we do, dude?” asked Finn.

 “We return to the school.  The other professors will meet us back there,” Leto replied. “Witches!  Gather!”

Excerpt from The Magical Girls and the Witch’s Bones. Coming soon to Amazon Kindle.

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