destinystrings | [Game Opening, Part 1 - What Souls Here May Bring]

The drawstrings cut,
my hollow ebony stained wood plomps to the floor—
THUD

Eyes open, souls recollect.
The new me, erect.

I make my own decisions, have my own priorities,
have my own thoughts.

No external force taps into me—
Freedom.
- Jana Bielecki
Who: (Everyone OPEN LOG)
Where: (City Hall)
Summary: (You've just arrived in the city. Welcome.)
Warnings: (Intro logs are pretty warnable.)
Style: (The text is in prose, but feel free to write back in action tags if you feel more comfortable.)

They always say the first day on a new job is always the hardest.

But tell me...did those tasks include being taken from your own homeworld, dumped into a city you didn't recognize, meeting a man dressed in the purest of whites with a butterfly mask, to be bestowed the power of Persona, and then having some Men in Black lead you to the city hall saying you were expected?

...

...at least your things are apparently safe in your new apartments?

...

...looks like you might be here for a while.

What a way to start the first of September...

As they usher the last of you in, you realize that they've been preparing this for quite a while. There is a small table with food on the right, mixed cuisine (although the main theme seems to be Japanese dishes). Some strange computer program appears next to you and seems to be translating what you are saying so those before you understand. Language barriers? Don't be silly!

Most of the men ignore you after that. You are expected to mingle amongst yourselves a bit before the main 'show' starts, it seems....

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Strange circumstances aside, Urataros was much more interested in the mingling than in the dishes laid out on the table. He'd openly approach any pretty women in the vicinity and turn on the charm.

He leaned up against a nearby rail, gesturing elegantly with the fingers of one slender hand. "Say, miss. Won't you let me reel you in?"

The 'girl' (or at least the person who was closest to hear that) turned around, and didn't look too happy.

"The hell you talkin' about? I sure ain't a girl." Man, what the heck was happening in his dream now? Wasn't he going off to fight his third opponent? Unless...

"Wait...are you...the guy I'm supposed to fight?"

UGH that mug wow. Urataros drew back, recoiling probably a little more than he had to.

"I can see that."

Oh, hold on a second. This kid had asked him something else, hadn't he? "The guy you're supposed to fight? Maybe you're mistaking me for someone else?" He motioned smoothly in Kanji's general direction. "I prefer spending time with the ladies."

"Yeah well, so do I!" he snapped back a little too fast...before realizing what he had said and blushing. "Wait no, I-I didn't mean it like that I meant...DAMMIT!" Why was this happening?

"The heck is up with my dream anyway? I was in the Grand Prix tournament right now not...some town hall!"

"Ohh?" Urataros's tone turned distinctly teasing as he pretended to think for a second. "So you're pretty popular with the ladies, too, huh? Well, there are plenty of women who go for the strong and silent type..."

This was basically what he did with his buddies ALL DAY LONG.

"What? No! I ain't like..." Oh gods, he was just making this worst for himself. "Look, can you get off my case or somethin'?! I don't need this...crap in my dream!"

"There's nothing wrong with being popular," Urataros said with a smile and a little flick of the wrist. He put a hand to his chin.

"Do you usually dream about this kind of thing? How unusual."

Oh god at this point he just...

"HEY! YOU GONNA STOP THIS, OR AM I GONNA MAKE YOU?!" Kanji no. Calm down Kanji...

"Relax," said Urataros, and his defense, this was him toning it down. He wagged a finger at Kanji.

"You won't stay popular if you can't keep a lid on that temper of yours. You know, I have a senpai just like you. If he just cleaned up his act a little, he wouldn't have to be so jea-lo-us of me and Eri-chan."

P.S. HE AND THIS SENPAI FOUGHT ALL THE TIME.

The young woman turned around, an eyebrow raised.

"Excuse me?" she asked, hands on her hips.

Urataros pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, giving the young woman a smile and a flash of his startlingly blue eyes. Actually, she looked a little on the young side (maybe in a few years?), but there was nothing wrong with a little light conversation.

"My name is Urataros. Pleased to meet you, miss."

"... Yoshino, Fujieda Yoshino," she replied, not looking impressed. Though his eyes were pretty.

"What was that business about 'reeling me in'?"

Urataros leaned in with the grave expression of someone keeping some great secret. His voice was lowered so that Yoshino would have to strain a little to make out his words.

"Do you really want to know?"

She blinked, and stepped back. That was a bit too close for comfort.

"Um... I wouldn't have asked if I didn't?"

"Hmm..." Urataros gave her face a measuring look, as if attempting to gauge her intentions.

"Somehow, I'm not convinced. You don't look like someone who really wants to know."

... okay, reverse psychology worked. This was annoying.

"Oh come on! I want to know! Just tell me...!"

Urataros wagged a finger at her. "Well, trust me. I'd like to tell you. But! It's a se-cr-et. If you still want to know, you can come back in... hmm."

He gave her an appraising look. "Five years or so."

"Five years?!" she exclaimed. "You can't be serious! Who would wait that long?!"

Urataros sighed, showing her his open palms. "I wish I could do something about it, but my hands are tied. But don't worry. Once you enter the adult world, you'll be prepared."

"Adult world?!" she exclaimed. "I'm nineteen years old!"

Urataros looked at her.

He was silent for a long moment. Finally: "No way." She looked fourteen, maybe fifteen at the most.

"Excuse me?! ARE YOU SAYING I LOOK LIKE A LITTLE GIRL?!"

Oops.

On the bright side: "Consider it a compliment! Many women would love to look five years younger."

So you know. Less worrying about wrinkles and whatnot.

"Hmph!"

Yoshino is just going to glare daggers at him and stomp off.

Despite herself, she seems bemused. "Oh my, do I look like a fish? I'm afraid your quality of bait is far too low for my tastes," she replies with a wicked tone in her voice.

[Game Opening, Part 1 - What Souls Here May Bring]

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