Carnelian
pain
[ A private Persona 5 roleplay between
findingnemos
&
Carnelian
]
Nayu Fubuki
How many months had it been now, and people were still talking about either where the Phantom Thieves had gone or how weird it was for Shido to suddenly come to confess all his crimes rather than revel in his apparent political victory? Quite a few, that was for sure. Yet people still spoke with little intent to hide such, since, after all, it was public knowledge now. That didn't make it any less repetitive. Not that she could say anything about it. No, really. She literally couldn't. All the young woman could do was sigh quietly as she passed a duo of elderly friends on the crosswalk. At least once she got home she'd be able to forget out it by spacing out with a book until she got hungry. That was one thing she could get away with whilst her parents were off on a business trip until late.
Or at least she'd thought that much.
When she'd turned the corner into her street her eyes chanced over an odd figure slumped against the gates to the street's trash bin corral. Oh...? Were they hurt? Or was it one of the local elders who'd stumbled on one their daily strolls? Unable to call out to them she could only hurry her steps to their side and set her bags to the floor before hesitantly reaching out a hand to touch the person's shoulder. If they were a local they'd figure out who she was once they got a look at her, but if they weren't... Mgh. Free hand started rummaging about in her jacket pocket for her trusty notepad and pen. Two things she never left the house with. Just in case.
Once she'd retracted the hand that had called for the person's attention she made quick work on jotting down a short note that she'd hand over once they hopefully turned around.
'Sorry for disturbing you. I just noticed you slumping here and wondered if you needed any assistance? If you don't I'm sorry again! (〃>_<;〃)'
Kurusu Akira
So what Mishima had frantically called him to talk about really was true. Right there on his phone screen staring back at him was the old PhanSite. But... Mishima had deleted it once everything was over. They'd all even tried for old times sake during one of their oft meetups. It was gone. Or had been gone. Yet there it was in all it's red and block glory exactly as it'd been left when shutdown. With cellphone alone there was little he could do in the name of research- That was more Futaba's area anyway. Alas, his younger relative was off at school for the day, and that wasn't something Akira planned on interrupting now Futaba had her youth back.
With it not quite being the hour for Le Blanc to be open to the public just yet, he continued to scroll through the reborn website with a raised brow. Any smart person, or member of the disbanded Phantom Thieves, would know this was an outright scam. The public however... The thought alone made him grimace. Did they really want to go through the public hype of this again? Especially when it wasn't even certain if it was real? Or was this another Maruki situation? He sure as hell wasn't going to figure this out by himself.
Sound of wristwatch alarm suddenly drew him from his pondering. Huh. Was it that time already? He'd been thinking over the PhanSite for longer than he'd thought. Better to head down and open up than get nowhere sitting around. Even a minute late and Soujiro would find out and have his head somehow.
With apron tied tightly around his waist and everything where it should be the time came to finally flip the closed sign over to open and- Oh? There was someone outside? The hours were noted on the sign beside the door so.. Or maybe they were just using the place as a meeting point for something. Iit never hurt to ask.
"We don't really open until around this time. Sorry if you were waiting." A short nod of his head to acknowledged them, and a pause in case they were to question him before he headed back inside.
Nayu Fubuki
How many months had it been now, and people were still talking about either where the Phantom Thieves had gone or how weird it was for Shido to suddenly come to confess all his crimes rather than revel in his apparent political victory? Quite a few, that was for sure. Yet people still spoke with little intent to hide such, since, after all, it was public knowledge now. That didn't make it any less repetitive. Not that she could say anything about it. No, really. She literally couldn't. All the young woman could do was sigh quietly as she passed a duo of elderly friends on the crosswalk. At least once she got home she'd be able to forget out it by spacing out with a book until she got hungry. That was one thing she could get away with whilst her parents were off on a business trip until late.
Or at least she'd thought that much.
When she'd turned the corner into her street her eyes chanced over an odd figure slumped against the gates to the street's trash bin corral. Oh...? Were they hurt? Or was it one of the local elders who'd stumbled on one their daily strolls? Unable to call out to them she could only hurry her steps to their side and set her bags to the floor before hesitantly reaching out a hand to touch the person's shoulder. If they were a local they'd figure out who she was once they got a look at her, but if they weren't... Mgh. Free hand started rummaging about in her jacket pocket for her trusty notepad and pen. Two things she never left the house with. Just in case.
Once she'd retracted the hand that had called for the person's attention she made quick work on jotting down a short note that she'd hand over once they hopefully turned around.
'Sorry for disturbing you. I just noticed you slumping here and wondered if you needed any assistance? If you don't I'm sorry again! (〃>_<;〃)'
Kurusu Akira
So what Mishima had frantically called him to talk about really was true. Right there on his phone screen staring back at him was the old PhanSite. But... Mishima had deleted it once everything was over. They'd all even tried for old times sake during one of their oft meetups. It was gone. Or had been gone. Yet there it was in all it's red and block glory exactly as it'd been left when shutdown. With cellphone alone there was little he could do in the name of research- That was more Futaba's area anyway. Alas, his younger relative was off at school for the day, and that wasn't something Akira planned on interrupting now Futaba had her youth back.
With it not quite being the hour for Le Blanc to be open to the public just yet, he continued to scroll through the reborn website with a raised brow. Any smart person, or member of the disbanded Phantom Thieves, would know this was an outright scam. The public however... The thought alone made him grimace. Did they really want to go through the public hype of this again? Especially when it wasn't even certain if it was real? Or was this another Maruki situation? He sure as hell wasn't going to figure this out by himself.
Sound of wristwatch alarm suddenly drew him from his pondering. Huh. Was it that time already? He'd been thinking over the PhanSite for longer than he'd thought. Better to head down and open up than get nowhere sitting around. Even a minute late and Soujiro would find out and have his head somehow.
With apron tied tightly around his waist and everything where it should be the time came to finally flip the closed sign over to open and- Oh? There was someone outside? The hours were noted on the sign beside the door so.. Or maybe they were just using the place as a meeting point for something. Iit never hurt to ask.
"We don't really open until around this time. Sorry if you were waiting." A short nod of his head to acknowledged them, and a pause in case they were to question him before he headed back inside.