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destinystrings2012-10-25 12:53 am
forkmylife) wrote in destinystrings2012-10-25 12:53 am
Entry tags:
The Mysterious Storm
Who: Mahiro, anyone else
Where: Park bench. Day before boss battle.
Summary: Reading. Excite. (Mahiro has his Persona talking to him in his thoughts in a very distinctive style.)
Warnings: Roll for sanity.
The thick branches of the local fauna prove insufficient to block the rain pouring on this bizarre pastiche of a city, forcing one Yasaka, born from a long lineage of the very same, to solicit the help of an umbre--
"Stop it."
The dark tome in his hands, containing secrets beyond any fragile mortal mind, has not escaped the weather unscathed. Transparent spots, remnants of water, stain the pages, old enough that they look as though they may turn to dust. Perhaps this mundane appearance is a taunt of forces beyond. To something on such a level, what could a small number of raindrops possibly amount to? No more than the ery human holding them in his hands.
"It's a normal book from the library. I'm not kidding. I don't need to add 'insanity' to my problems."
Both clouds foreboding of a bad omen and the recently-acquired mask on his face serve to obscure his vision, the supernatural happenings around this settlement only obscuring his thoughts as well. In retrospect, perhaps they have been this way all along. How could one endure catastrophes as he has without suffering a steady, perchance unnoticeable, loss of mental health?
"Please just let me read..."
Where: Park bench. Day before boss battle.
Summary: Reading. Excite. (Mahiro has his Persona talking to him in his thoughts in a very distinctive style.)
Warnings: Roll for sanity.
The thick branches of the local fauna prove insufficient to block the rain pouring on this bizarre pastiche of a city, forcing one Yasaka, born from a long lineage of the very same, to solicit the help of an umbre--
"Stop it."
The dark tome in his hands, containing secrets beyond any fragile mortal mind, has not escaped the weather unscathed. Transparent spots, remnants of water, stain the pages, old enough that they look as though they may turn to dust. Perhaps this mundane appearance is a taunt of forces beyond. To something on such a level, what could a small number of raindrops possibly amount to? No more than the ery human holding them in his hands.
"It's a normal book from the library. I'm not kidding. I don't need to add 'insanity' to my problems."
Both clouds foreboding of a bad omen and the recently-acquired mask on his face serve to obscure his vision, the supernatural happenings around this settlement only obscuring his thoughts as well. In retrospect, perhaps they have been this way all along. How could one endure catastrophes as he has without suffering a steady, perchance unnoticeable, loss of mental health?
"Please just let me read..."