Free-For-All 13th Hour Sale [Open]

[silvercoins]

Who: You, and also you!
Where: Around the city! Specify where in the reply, along with what night.
Summary: The Visitors have a job to make the city safer and strengthen their Personas to get cool powers.
Warnings: Violence against demons an inevitability; please mention any other warnings as they come up.

In the excitement of summer, it might have slipped some Visitor's minds to go out and patrol the city during the 13th Hour. On the other hand, some were infused with even more energy on those summer nights. It really all depended on the person and perhaps whether their previous encounters were Frosts and Prinnies or something nastier.

Speaking of which... what was out there to be fought tonight?

[This is an open 13th Hour log! Replies should include date and location in the subject line. Have fun and remember to tag your characters!]

Comments

[silvercoins]

It would hurt me to see you hurt.

-See, I told you it was worthless.

[papillonmagique]

[Zoe actually nearly trips over when she hears that. And the look she gives him is of absolute shock.] You... W-what?

[silvercoins]

I have no right to tell you what to do with yourself. But it would be painful to me, knowing you were injured.

[papillonmagique]

[Zoe stares at him for another moment, not seeming to understand what he's saying. Then she quickly ducks her head down and moves to loosely hold her lance at her side. She also almost seems to be hunching up her shoulders slightly.]

That... wasn't worthless at all... You wanted to go home, right?

[silvercoins]

[He isn't sure how to interpret that.]

If that was all right with you.

[papillonmagique]

[The fact that he may be able to see how bright red she is under the curtain of hair might help.]

I'll... I'll keep a lookout for anything on the way.

[silvercoins]

Thank you. I really do appreciate that.

[papillonmagique]

Well, of course I would keep a lookout, I-I wouldn't want us to be jumped or anything.

[silvercoins]

I'll look out for monsters, too.

[papillonmagique]

No, it is fine, I can... I mean... [She is acting weird now, since she hardly ever trips over her words like this. And she's aware of this judging by how she grumbles to herself before clearing her throat.] ... Very well.

[silvercoins]

[Still a little confused, Judas turns to lead the way back to their apartment.]

[papillonmagique]

[Sorry Judas, you just triggered the dere big time

She follows a bit behind him, still looking down at the ground.] ... Why would it hurt for you?

[silvercoins]

Well, you are my friend. And... I worry.

[papillonmagique]

[And her voice actually sounds weak at what she says next.] Nobody has ever said that to me before...

[silvercoins]

I-It's- [not nothing but] natural for me to say that to you.

[papillonmagique]

Even... Even though I was literally born to fight?

[silvercoins]

You told me I have a purpose beyond treachery, didn't you...?

[papillonmagique]

Well, yes, of course. And I stand by what I said.

[silvercoins]

Then you surely must have a purpose beyond combat.

[papillonmagique]

... Well, I can play the violin. That's one purpose beyond combat, I suppose.

[silvercoins]

At least you acknowledge that, it's a start...

[papillonmagique]

And sketching, I do that too... I am having a vague sense that our roles have been reversed here. [It's usually her giving the encouragement.]

[silvercoins]

It's funny, isn't it?

[papillonmagique]

... Heh, yes, it is. Which also means you aren't allowed to claim that you're depressing anymore, as all that has cheered me up more.

[silvercoins]

Oh. Well. That makes sense, I think.