GENKI SILENT PROTAG. She'll probably strong-arm you into doing something ridiculous, and do so with the cutest smile on earth. She might also poke you with a naginata if you're a punk.
THE SASSY PROTAG. a phantom thief with a heart of gold. lives rebelliously and without regrets, though spends most of his time feigning a very unassuming persona. #nailedit
A true sunshine protagonist. Country bumpkin, slow on the uptake. Wants to be everyone's friend. Swordian Master of fire, incredibly hot-blooded. A GOOD BEAN. Please love him. He's my favorite and I am biased.
The original fabulous Tales science lady. Probably wants to dissect you pretty shamelessly. Loves and adores cute things. Inventor of the Swordians. Definitely the definition of Mad Scientist.
maybe something set in Otogi-verse since Shino's from a famous book anyway like
"oh i heard there's some spirit around here rampaging around but it's just some scrub spirit taking down brutes on their own wtf get lost this isn't even your job????"
[where there are brutes, there are always a few things likely to happen.
the first is that sola or her ilk from the bureau of the occult will interfere—or hijiri will show up on behalf of the ministry of defense with echo to try and make quick work of things. which is fine, usually. most people and spirits do not get in his way unless they're directly opposing him, so... it's easy enough. there's a reason he has the reputation he does, after all.
except that when he arrives, he's met with... another spirit fighting alone. which isn't unheard of, but at last he'd check from his orders, there was no other spirits nearby that would be able to help. so he'll make his approach in between the waves of brutes, when there's a moment of reprieve.]
Whoever you are, you are relieved. I will handle it from here. [he will do it himself!! mostly because he's a punk who doesn't want help, especially not from a spirit he's never met before.]
[sometimes, you just have to take in all the exciting parts of a festival. the street is well-lined with lights and stalls for all sorts of things. there are games to win prizes, and naturally... so much food.
which all smells amazing. and of course, with the belief that things like this are always better shared with friends—leia is a perfect candidate. she's always enthusiastic to try new things, and it just suits the both of them well to explore this festival together.]
Whoa... everything smells really good! [the most important part, naturally. he's already marveling at all the stalls; it's almost overwhelming how much there is to choose from.]
What do you think, Leia? What should we try first? [he's not exactly a picky eater—he's got a pretty healthy appetite, though. he's game.]
[It's a typical, unfortunate RPG scenario, really.
There's a Treasure, and it needs Fetching, and the one who fetches it will presumably get some sort of great reward. That's not why Tiara's after it, of course; she couldn't care less about a reward. But she thinks that the item might house a fairy, and that means she has to take a look.
Of course, now she's peering at the bridge (now out and uncrossable) with a faint frown, hand clasped over her chest.
[on the contrary, haruhiro is after the reward. whether it's currency or something he can sell off for silvers and golds—it's something he and his party could absolutely use.
maybe it's a little weird to team up with someone else entirely to do it, but sometimes you just have to do things for the greater good. it's fine, there haven't been too many monsters they couldn't handle.
so it'll probably be okay.
the bridge roadblock aside.]
I don't think we're going to be rebuilding any bridges. We'll just... have to see if there's another way around, I guess. [though while tiara is peering at the bridge, haruhiro is looking over the edge for any viable ways up or down on each side.
okay but please consider Rise and Stahn at tanabata or some sort of huge festival and being overenthusiastic about literally everything and talking about the importance of wishes
if that doesn't strike your fancy I will come up with something else but /bangs my hands for aly-threads I can also write a starter when I'm not napping on my keyboard if you'd prefer
[well, it's not as if stahn is ever going to complain about a festival. his experiences with them are largely good, after all.
with all the food, the people and the games—he really does enjoy the atmosphere of these sorts of festivals. they're different than anything he's used to from home, and naturally... even if he's interested in a lot of the things he's seen, stahn doesn't really know what most of the festivals rise has mentioned to him are about.
tanabata, obon—and a couple of others that he can't remember. he's lucky if he remembers what this one is.
and he does, though when he speaks up while looking at the various food stalls with great interest. everything smells incredible, after all.]
You said this festival is called... Tana.... Tana... bata, right?
[it doesn't really roll off his tongue all that easily, but he's trying.]
because I briefly read what his canon's about and wtf this sounds really interesting, where do you find this stuff. anyway maybe these two on a quest for camelot or two different quests and they wind up having to cross paths and get past each other in order to continue i.e. they can't get past a certain monster without each other so they have to figure out how to work together or something like that
the clear answers is fall into this bc it's cute and fun and good
[going ahead without the rest of the party is... probably a mistake. it's something he can handle, and undoubtedly a bit more than most of them (except maybe for mary, but she shouldn't be on the front lines anyway).
but it doesn't really make haruhiro feel good. as both leader and the thief of the party, it's his responsibility to scout ahead. he has to see if the path is clear, and try to formulate a plan if it's not.
which is all well and good, of course. the path seems clear, but as haruhiro turns to go back and get the rest of the party, a coeurl leaps out from behind the trees and shrubbery.]
—Crap! [not good. he may be beyond the point of only fighting things like goblins and hobgoblins, but he's not equipped for a monster this big and ferocious at all. he leaps back, brandishing his dagger defensively.
an opening. he needs some kind of opening, and his eyes dart around the area for something he can do to distract the coeurl enough to get an advantage.
[gysahl greens, hair certainly is not. and while it's faintly amusing to see someone struggling with a couple of rowdy chocobos on the ranch—well, noctis knows that this isn't going to work out well for anyone.
so while the others are distracted—prompto by doting on the chocobos, ignis with refining a recipe, and gladio being the taste-tester as promised, it leaves noct with a bit of time to himself.
...also, really, to dote on chocobos. but apparently also to be a bit of a savior prince.]
Easy now... [really, he says that more to the chocobo than to tsubomi, leaning down to pick up some of the greens at her feet and handing all but one of them off to her. he holds one up to the chocobo as an offering, and while it's warking pretty loudly, it seems to relent.]
...They're pretty friendly, but giving them greens first keeps 'em from chewing on anything else.
[he may or may not be speaking from experience here.]
Anything! OK SO I PLAN ON PLAYING FFXV EVENTUALLY- but I don't mind spoilers, it's ok. Maybe he can just find her wandering around, lost or something and trying to find her airship crew? I put a little blurb on Lily's page if it helps 'cause not many people know Granblue. She's pretty much an ice elf princess with ice powers and has recently learned to suppress her ability to exude frost. \o Yeah
[it's really not often that they run into people when they go anywhere off the main roads.
this goes double at night, when the daemons are likely to come out and play.
there's a watch to be kept on a hunt for some particularly troublesome daemons near the chocobo ranch—enough to spook the chocobos and make things a bit of a hassle for wiz and his crew. and of course, that's where noctis and the bros come in to try and mitigate the problem.
there's enough of a split for them to cover some ground, but still close enough that any one of them could leap in to noct's aid should he need it. but when he comes across lily, it's definitely... baffling, to say the least.]
Not a daemon, that's for sure... [he mutters under his breath as he makes a cautious approach. not a daemon, but definitely something he's a bit wary of. he's ready to summon a weapon if he needs it, but he's going to just hope that's not the case for now.]
Hey, uh... you lost or something? It's pretty dangerous to be out here at night. [that seems like a fair way to approach.]
[On this fine non-descript day, Noctis and co may very well be on their merry way on their boyband road trip. Or they might not be, it's really hard to say since that isn't Taichi's main concern at the moment. Instead, he seems to have his hands completely full with a full-grown chocobo that's seemed to have attracted itself to his wild mess of hair, occasionally pecking at it and pulling it with its beak.]
I told you you should've gotten a haircut before we left! [It's a scratchy, higher-pitched sort of voice but it's not coming from Taichi itself. It's actually hard to tell at first glance where it's coming from, but instead the 17-year-old boy gives an annoyed grunt as he tries to push on the bird again.]
Dude, come on! I can get you some nice greens or whatever you eat if you let go! [...will anyone come help him? Or even just laugh at him, this is definitely not one of Taichi's finest moments.]
they're good companions and really help traversing some off-road areas, but... they're still animals. even if they're bred and raised to get along well with humans, but they also do wander off sometimes.
at least this time, it's not that far away, because the chocobo is still within his line of sight and... trying to eat someone's hair? he frowns at what looks like a boy trying to push the chocobo away, but since he doesn't want to scare the chocobo, noct pulls out the chocobo whistle and blows on it to get his attention.]
C'mere boy. You're better off getting greens from us than eating someone's hair. No nutritional value there.
[ There are options! Fighting demons/monsters? Hinako putting on an impromptu dance performance in the middle of some random place, because she's 19 and does what she wants? Anything you so desire with Prompto YOU KNOW I'M EASY AND WILL ROLL WITH ANYTHING ]
[rolled in a meme and got treasure hunting if you're cool with that!!]
[hera is absolutely not lost. absolutely not. nope. she'll spend however long it takes looking for the way out of these damn ruins (and to her treasure!!), hours, days, weeks, whatever. all as long as she doesn't have to actually say she's lost.
like hell she's admitting it.
and if she runs into some other hapless treasure hunter while she's at it, just when she's least expecting company. well.
okay.
she screams.]
You! [she points at him, shaking her head very quickly.] Back up, back up!
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[a hapless treasure hunter indeed. prompto's not even sure how he got himself into this—you talk to one sad old man with hopes and dreams once, you start feeling sorry for him...
and suddenly, you and your merry band of bros are splitting up in a field to try and hunt down some treasure.
which would be all well and good until he hears a woman screaming at him, which.
you know, is alarming.]
What, whoa, whoa! Hey! [he immediately throws his hands up in the air like a white flag and takes a couple of steps back.] I didn't do anything, I swear!
[Cross-cultural school projects are a Thing. It's not that surprising, though what is surprising is that Class VII was split up for this. Still... Jusis knows he can handle this and then move on with his life; he's perfectly capable of handling any sort of school project, and any sort of weird companion that he's assigned to.
... ... ...
Though.
Admittedly, he blinks and almost does a doubletake when he does see who it is, because he could've sworn for a moment he was with Machias.
Damn. That resemblance is uncanny, and he imagines when he opens his mouth it'll be...very similar as well.]
[naturally, sara must have planned this on purpose, specifically to give jusis this reaction!
but really, hubert obviously hasn't the faintest clue about machias or how they do bear a resemblance. instead, hubert only arches a brow at the double-take he's given before pressing onward.
and it's true, there are similarities. he pushes his glasses up on his nose—it seems he's about business, though. he's cordial, though stiff.]
A good day to you as well, Mr. Albarea. [a pauses, nodding his head.] Do you have any questions, before we begin?
[he'll probably(?) be a little less rigid once they get going, but hubert's not exactly the best with this to start when he's so... formal. all the time. while in the company of others.]
[The nice thing about all of this is that Percy knows Noctis will understand the dilemma. It's a dilemma that can't exactly be explained by normal means, and Percy himself doesn't even quite get all of the details, but one doesn't need details when it comes to something like this.
Gods. Gods are to blame, and if anyone were to understand that it'd be Noct. Prior to their time in that town, Percy had thought gods weren't capable of moving him completely out of his universe. Yet this is twice now...
...Annabeth isn't with him, something he's both annoyed and grateful for. The monsters that have approached him aren't too challenging and with Riptide in hand it's easier to eliminate him. The real trouble is that he has no idea where to go from here.
Somehow, Percy Jackson always winds up with dumb luck. Somehow, the divine always steps in and he recognizes a familiar figure before he whistles for the four-legged familiar friend to stop. A scrawled note and a few moments later and he sends Umbra off into the wilds to find Noctis.
Whenever that may be, Noctis will find the dog with a note scrawled on what looks like Camp Half-Blood stationary in Percy's looped writing.]
From what I can tell, I'm heading for the capital of Lucis. Naturally thought of you. No idea how long it'll take. Blame gods. Have sword. See you soon maybe?
[It won't take long, but he's not even sure Noctis is still here, considering what he knows...he just has to hope. And maybe he'll remember the interdimensional cell phone in his pocket but no one ever said Percy was super quick on these kinds of things. Save him.]
bends rules and canon bc whatever we do what we want???
[percy jackson truly has the dumbest of luck. noct... not really so much, so when umbra shows up to the trailer the bros had slept in during a pit stop to hammerhead, he's...
a little alarmed by it.
percy is in lucis?
okay, percy being in lucis is probably not the issue here. somehow, weirder things have happened and hearing from a friend is a good thing. being headed towards the crown city while the empire is still doing border checks and being generally problematic?
there's the issue.
but this is, at least, one of those times where noct thinks with his brainmeats, pulling his phone out to text percy.]
Don't head to the Crown City. Empire will be a pain. Head to Hammerhead.
[or, really, after a minute, he'll send a second text.]
How the hell are you getting there anyway? We can just come get you.
[whether "we" means the bros or "we" means the fact that ash is in the regalia, he doesn't specify. minor details.]
[mfw i'm barely through ffxv and really none of this makes sense for a setting but who cares it's rp and both of them could always use another fishing sidequest
The next time Noctis decides to spend time leisurely fishing at the Galdin Quay, he'll find someone else fishing as well! Which isn't too weird by itself, it's not like this is a privately owned fishing spot or anything.
Although she has no fishing pole, seems to be sitting on a stand made of light, and is apparently fishing while wearing a blindfold, so that might be a little strange. Just a little.
Still, even if her gaze is covered, there's definitely something out in the water bobbing like lure usually would, so what else could she be doing here but fishing right?? She also has a container next to her with her catches thus far, mainly including fishthat havenever been here before. Is this the mark of a talented fish wrangler? Or is this just some really weird shit, just what happened to the fish here while he's been away?
[it's defintely a bit strange, this is a fantasy based on reality in eos and!! what is this?!!
probably not a very big deal, it really doesn't take that much to bewilder noct, after all. the world outside of the crown city tends to be odd and unfamiliar to him anyway—though what he's seeing right now as he approaches galdin shoals is definitely... new.
it look like she's fishing. without a pole. blindfolded. but he can see what looks a lure, and the container of fish that he doesn't recognize (though in all fairness, he doesn't necessarily know they're weird, just ones he's never encountered before).
so.
well, he can try to make conversation.]
They're, uh... really... biting today, huh? [nobody said his conversation attempt wouldn't be awkward, though at least for a moment, it can seem like it's because he's more focused on respooling his own fishing line so he can get started for a bit as well. he's got time to kill before he needs to be anywhere right now, so it's fine. probably.]
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Technology in 2205 is pretty slick and they've got the whole time travel thing down decently - well enough to send whole battalions back into the past to deal with corrupt hooligans trying to change the course of history and all. But sometimes... sometimes, things glitch out and museboxland intervenes, sending Kashuu spiraling away from his intended destination and into some various hellpit or jrpg.
On the plus side, he's kind of used to it by now! Even if that doesn't really help him at all when it comes to actually figuring out where he is, and he's gotta do that part the old-fashioned way. Asking the locals.]
Sooo... Does anyone around here know where a guy can get a map or something? Or like, barring that, the nearest emergency manicurist 'cause I really need to do a quick touch-up.
[well, it's not too far off in some technical sense. harold is from 1000 years in the past...
of destiny's current timeline.
and where kashuu find himself may not be all that unfamiliar in a technical sense. it's a military stronghold, a base that's totally encased in snow. of course, even if kashuu were to land anywhere else, it would be snow...
that's kind of what happens in the middle of an ice age, though this particular region will, in fact, stay cold and icy for the rest of time, because jrpg science deemed it so. plus, there's really not too much else to find—the world is pretty war torn, with dycroft, the aerial city and fortress looming overhead.
there are soldier everywhere, chanting in formation about taking out miktran and downing the fortress...
and one person who sure as hell stands out. because among all these drab soldier stand harold at 4'11, brightly colored and full of her own aesthetic that would make her seem like she doesn't belong here. never mind the fact that she built and invented 99% of the tech this military base operates on.
but there's a stranger in her midst, and she's curious. oh. so. curious.]
There's not much to see with a map. [because the world is an icy wasteland. she says it so matter-of-fact as she approaches.
you don't get something for nothing when it comes to harold berselius though, so she's pretty quick to get up in kashuu's personal space.] Well, you don't look like one of his, but you're not one of ours either.
[why does she say that?]
You're too cute and stylish for that! ♪ [which means.] I'm guessing you came from another time or dimension, so if you want a manicure, you're going to have to tell me everything I want to know, O-K?
[Magilou is worldhopping!! why is she worldhopping? because shut up is why. the great Storyteller of Time has many tricks up her sleeves, and if she's going to spend hundreds to thousands of years wandering the world, recording history's tales from start to finish, she at least thinks she deserves a vacation to another dimension from time to time!]
[except this? this is like. the opposite of the trip she wanted. when one thinks of vacations, they're usually inundated with thoughts of breezy beaches and coconut-flavored drinks! not harsh, icy wastelands with temperatures that cut through her like a hot knife through butter. there are soldiers milling about too, which is. . . weird?? where are her gd cabana boys with mai-tais!!]
It's. . . so. . . coooooooooooold!
[normal people might think to keep quiet when stumbling upon a bunch of battle-ready soldiers, but hey, Magilou isn't normal. evident by her skimpy dress, and the strange purple creature (Bienfu) perched on her shoulder]
Ugh! Where did I go wrong with the coordinates? I should be sprawling out on the sand right now, a drink in my hand and the waves lapping kindly at my feet! What did I do to deserve thiiiiiiis. . .!
[. . . she is also bad at handling freezing temperatures, so uh. congrats on the new guest???]
[hm. well, one could say that Akira's weirdness scale was a bit. . . skewed, after every single event that occurred back home. and it's true that the infamous leader of the phantom thieves is pretty great at taking the unexpected in stride! but this?]
[this is sort of a whole new level of weirdness. an uncanny level of weirdness. never before has the group been able to jump directly from Mementos to another Palace without returning to the real world. and never has that jump happened without any of them activating the Meta Nav app. what's even more unsettling is the fact that he arrived here alone when he most certainly wasn't just a good five minutes ago. oh, and on top of that?]
[there are guards]
[well, at least Akira's-- well, no, Joker's-- swanky outfit is warm enough to keep out the biting cold. but it's also an excellent way for one (1) phantom thief to catch some. . . er. unwanted attention, right when he's trying to regain his bearings. thankfully it doesn't take him long to shake his pursuers and slip back into the shadows, nor does it take him long to locate a large, military-grade structure that is probably far warmer than this raging blizzard. he's sneaky enough to worm his way inside (how? don't ask, he's a thief, damn it) and thaaaat is how Joker finds himself crawling through the air vents of said military fortress of what he assumes is a Palace]
[. . . damn. without Oracle or Mona, though, he can't tell what the Palace's security levels are, they've got to be elevated, considering he was caught earlier, right? you never realize how much you rely on your navigator until you don't have them anymore]
[anyway! those thumps and bumps and suspicious creaks coming from the ceiling, getting louder and louder as they approach a conveniently placed air vent grating? don't worry about it, Harold. it's fine. nothing is wrong here. go about your business!]
[there are two problems with this scenario, of course.
the first is that this isn't a palace. it's a very, very real world. in a very real ice age. during a very real war. joker is in well over his head, whether or not he realizes it. there likely won't be any limitation to summoning his personas, at least—
but the threat that exists is real.
which leads into the second problem. the second problem, all alone?
harold berselius, of course.]
My, my...
[she's sitting in her room, tinkering with a core crystal at her work desk (the room itself, is organized chaos, but that's beside the point). bu the sound of those thumps and creaks above her head causes her gaze to shift sharply.]
A rat? A monster? A cat burglar? Maybe an Aeth'erian infiltrator?
[huh.]
I wonder if I found a new guinea pig lurking in the vents.
[she sounds so lighthearted and casual when she says it, but a sharpness exists in her tone as well.
takemi, but more dangerous should be the vibe he gets from this one, honestly.]
[it's a good day! a fine day! the type of normal, sunny day where it seems like nothing could go wrong, or nothing weird could ever happen to anyone]
[ha ha. isn't that funny. thinking that nothing weird could happen to Persona users. ha ha ha]
[. . . anyway, Akira finds himself meandering down the streets near the Iwatodai Station, jiiiii-ing at his phone as he types out an urgent message-- ryuji where are you don't abandon me here i'm lost and if you don't find me soon i'm going to have to live off of vending machine food and drinking fountain water is that what you want-- as he searches for the friend who dragged him all the way out here in the first place. something about comparing Ogikubo's ramen to a restaurant he had read about in a magazine. . . Hagakure, or whatever? it was an adventure Akira was more than happy to attend, both for the food and the company, all the way up until the two somehow got separated in the crowds. which left this boy country boy trying to navigate his way around an unfamiliar area. alone]
[this kind of sucks]
[with a frustrated sigh, he finally foregoes the texting option all together and punches in his friend's number to try calling him instead]
[RELATED FACT: wherever Minako may be, her phone is ringing. with an unfamiliar number. HM]
[she's definitely not ryuji. and really, minako wants to text this mysterious stranger back to let them know that he's not this ryuji person.
but you know, things happen.
like getting sidetracked by running into one of your social links on the way to port island station and just. forgetting to reply. whoops! it's fine, probably. totally gone and forgotten until she parts ways with her company and finds herself standing on the monorail platform, waiting for the next train back to iwatodai proper.
right.
that text!
so she pulls her phone out, and... it starts ringing.]
Whoa.
[that felt like, psychic or something, but whatever! it's cool! even though the number is unfamiliar, she doesn't hesitate to answer, because why would she?]
Hello?
[that cute, feminine voice is definitely not ryuji.]
[something like, a week and a half or so after that strange first meeting at Iwatodai Station, Minako's phone is buzzing with another text. regardless of what she might be doing at this very moment]
You should be proud of me. I didn't get lost on my way to the Paulownia Mall.
[a pause. and then another text, ten seconds later]
The arcade here is pretty okay.
[JUST "OKAY," because Shibuya's is better, and he isn't biased at all]
[shibuya's is probably better. akiba's is probably even better than them both, but what does minako know? she's in it for the stats half the time, anyway.
more importantly:]
Should I be proud, or concerned that you're stalking me?
[naturally, she's also at paulownia mall, even if...
well, she's not at the arcade and not at chagall.
she's just. you know. casually buying a new weapons for her crew at the police station. it's cool, it's cool.]
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hijiri
"oh i heard there's some spirit around here rampaging around but it's just some scrub spirit taking down brutes on their own wtf get lost this isn't even your job????"
something like that could only go well
rolls with this
the first is that sola or her ilk from the bureau of the occult will interfere—or hijiri will show up on behalf of the ministry of defense with echo to try and make quick work of things. which is fine, usually. most people and spirits do not get in his way unless they're directly opposing him, so... it's easy enough. there's a reason he has the reputation he does, after all.
except that when he arrives, he's met with... another spirit fighting alone. which isn't unheard of, but at last he'd check from his orders, there was no other spirits nearby that would be able to help. so he'll make his approach in between the waves of brutes, when there's a moment of reprieve.]
Whoever you are, you are relieved. I will handle it from here. [he will do it himself!! mostly because he's a punk who doesn't want help, especially not from a spirit he's never met before.]
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STAHNSHINE
WINGS IT AS EVER just lmk if you want any changes
which all smells amazing. and of course, with the belief that things like this are always better shared with friends—leia is a perfect candidate. she's always enthusiastic to try new things, and it just suits the both of them well to explore this festival together.]
Whoa... everything smells really good! [the most important part, naturally. he's already marveling at all the stalls; it's almost overwhelming how much there is to choose from.]
What do you think, Leia? What should we try first? [he's not exactly a picky eater—he's got a pretty healthy appetite, though. he's game.]
haru of course
There's a Treasure, and it needs Fetching, and the one who fetches it will presumably get some sort of great reward. That's not why Tiara's after it, of course; she couldn't care less about a reward. But she thinks that the item might house a fairy, and that means she has to take a look.
Of course, now she's peering at the bridge (now out and uncrossable) with a faint frown, hand clasped over her chest.
ROAD BLOCK.]
Oh dear... now what are we going to do?
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maybe it's a little weird to team up with someone else entirely to do it, but sometimes you just have to do things for the greater good. it's fine, there haven't been too many monsters they couldn't handle.
so it'll probably be okay.
the bridge roadblock aside.]
I don't think we're going to be rebuilding any bridges. We'll just... have to see if there's another way around, I guess. [though while tiara is peering at the bridge, haruhiro is looking over the edge for any viable ways up or down on each side.
improvising!]
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stahnshine!
if that doesn't strike your fancy I will come up with something else but /bangs my hands for aly-threads I can also write a starter when I'm not napping on my keyboard if you'd prefer
he needs help with tanabata, teach him things
with all the food, the people and the games—he really does enjoy the atmosphere of these sorts of festivals. they're different than anything he's used to from home, and naturally... even if he's interested in a lot of the things he's seen, stahn doesn't really know what most of the festivals rise has mentioned to him are about.
tanabata, obon—and a couple of others that he can't remember. he's lucky if he remembers what this one is.
and he does, though when he speaks up while looking at the various food stalls with great interest. everything smells incredible, after all.]
You said this festival is called... Tana.... Tana... bata, right?
[it doesn't really roll off his tongue all that easily, but he's trying.]
why is he so cute X(
bc he's stahn :D
THATS FAIR
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haruhiro!
for camelotor two different quests and they wind up having to cross paths and get past each other in order to continue i.e. they can't get past a certain monster without each other so they have to figure out how to work together or something like thatthe clear answers is fall into this bc it's cute and fun and good
but it doesn't really make haruhiro feel good. as both leader and the thief of the party, it's his responsibility to scout ahead. he has to see if the path is clear, and try to formulate a plan if it's not.
which is all well and good, of course. the path seems clear, but as haruhiro turns to go back and get the rest of the party, a coeurl leaps out from behind the trees and shrubbery.]
—Crap! [not good. he may be beyond the point of only fighting things like goblins and hobgoblins, but he's not equipped for a monster this big and ferocious at all. he leaps back, brandishing his dagger defensively.
an opening. he needs some kind of opening, and his eyes dart around the area for something he can do to distract the coeurl enough to get an advantage.
or bolt.
bolting is probably the better choice here.]
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Noctis!
I'm up for anything, honestly, she'll get more helpful in a fight later. And teach Noct useful flower language sure why not
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so while the others are distracted—prompto by doting on the chocobos, ignis with refining a recipe, and gladio being the taste-tester as promised, it leaves noct with a bit of time to himself.
...also, really, to dote on chocobos. but apparently also to be a bit of a savior prince.]
Easy now... [really, he says that more to the chocobo than to tsubomi, leaning down to pick up some of the greens at her feet and handing all but one of them off to her. he holds one up to the chocobo as an offering, and while it's warking pretty loudly, it seems to relent.]
...They're pretty friendly, but giving them greens first keeps 'em from chewing on anything else.
[he may or may not be speaking from experience here.]
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nocto
just lmk if anything needs changing!
this goes double at night, when the daemons are likely to come out and play.
there's a watch to be kept on a hunt for some particularly troublesome daemons near the chocobo ranch—enough to spook the chocobos and make things a bit of a hassle for wiz and his crew. and of course, that's where noctis and the bros come in to try and mitigate the problem.
there's enough of a split for them to cover some ground, but still close enough that any one of them could leap in to noct's aid should he need it. but when he comes across lily, it's definitely... baffling, to say the least.]
Not a daemon, that's for sure... [he mutters under his breath as he makes a cautious approach. not a daemon, but definitely something he's a bit wary of. he's ready to summon a weapon if he needs it, but he's going to just hope that's not the case for now.]
Hey, uh... you lost or something? It's pretty dangerous to be out here at night. [that seems like a fair way to approach.]
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noct-noodle and lmk if this works or not!
I told you you should've gotten a haircut before we left! [It's a scratchy, higher-pitched sort of voice but it's not coming from Taichi itself. It's actually hard to tell at first glance where it's coming from, but instead the 17-year-old boy gives an annoyed grunt as he tries to push on the bird again.]
Dude, come on! I can get you some nice greens or whatever you eat if you let go! [...will anyone come help him? Or even just laugh at him, this is definitely not one of Taichi's finest moments.]
we good!
they're good companions and really help traversing some off-road areas, but... they're still animals. even if they're bred and raised to get along well with humans, but they also do wander off sometimes.
at least this time, it's not that far away, because the chocobo is still within his line of sight and... trying to eat someone's hair? he frowns at what looks like a boy trying to push the chocobo away, but since he doesn't want to scare the chocobo, noct pulls out the chocobo whistle and blows on it to get his attention.]
C'mere boy. You're better off getting greens from us than eating someone's hair. No nutritional value there.
[he's... helping?]
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Prompto
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because a. she's hot.
b. prompto is a hot-blooded young man
c. it's a good photo-op!?]
Whoa... I gotta get a picture of this...
[because it's cool.
not because she's hot.
(but dude? she's so hot?)
and yet, he keeps his distance, which probably makes him seem way creepier than intended, but you know.
it's fine, probably.]
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gimme... prompto!
[hera is absolutely not lost. absolutely not. nope. she'll spend however long it takes looking for the way out of these damn ruins (and to her treasure!!), hours, days, weeks, whatever. all as long as she doesn't have to actually say she's lost.
like hell she's admitting it.
and if she runs into some other hapless treasure hunter while she's at it, just when she's least expecting company. well.
okay.
she screams.]
You! [she points at him, shaking her head very quickly.] Back up, back up!
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and suddenly, you and your merry band of bros are splitting up in a field to try and hunt down some treasure.
which would be all well and good until he hears a woman screaming at him, which.
you know, is alarming.]
What, whoa, whoa! Hey! [he immediately throws his hands up in the air like a white flag and takes a couple of steps back.] I didn't do anything, I swear!
[he needs so much help.]
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gimme the nerd
... ... ...
Though.
Admittedly, he blinks and almost does a doubletake when he does see who it is, because he could've sworn for a moment he was with Machias.
Damn. That resemblance is uncanny, and he imagines when he opens his mouth it'll be...very similar as well.]
... Good day.
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but really, hubert obviously hasn't the faintest clue about machias or how they do bear a resemblance. instead, hubert only arches a brow at the double-take he's given before pressing onward.
and it's true, there are similarities. he pushes his glasses up on his nose—it seems he's about business, though. he's cordial, though stiff.]
A good day to you as well, Mr. Albarea. [a pauses, nodding his head.] Do you have any questions, before we begin?
[he'll probably(?) be a little less rigid once they get going, but hubert's not exactly the best with this to start when he's so... formal. all the time. while in the company of others.]
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brotags! aka I know this isn't how ff15 works but fite me
Gods. Gods are to blame, and if anyone were to understand that it'd be Noct. Prior to their time in that town, Percy had thought gods weren't capable of moving him completely out of his universe. Yet this is twice now...
...Annabeth isn't with him, something he's both annoyed and grateful for. The monsters that have approached him aren't too challenging and with Riptide in hand it's easier to eliminate him. The real trouble is that he has no idea where to go from here.
Somehow, Percy Jackson always winds up with dumb luck. Somehow, the divine always steps in and he recognizes a familiar figure before he whistles for the four-legged familiar friend to stop. A scrawled note and a few moments later and he sends Umbra off into the wilds to find Noctis.
Whenever that may be, Noctis will find the dog with a note scrawled on what looks like Camp Half-Blood stationary in Percy's looped writing.]
From what I can tell, I'm heading for the capital of Lucis. Naturally thought of you. No idea how long it'll take. Blame gods. Have sword. See you soon maybe?
[It won't take long, but he's not even sure Noctis is still here, considering what he knows...he just has to hope. And maybe he'll remember the interdimensional cell phone in his pocket but no one ever said Percy was super quick on these kinds of things. Save him.]
bends rules and canon bc whatever we do what we want???
a little alarmed by it.
percy is in lucis?
okay, percy being in lucis is probably not the issue here. somehow, weirder things have happened and hearing from a friend is a good thing. being headed towards the crown city while the empire is still doing border checks and being generally problematic?
there's the issue.
but this is, at least, one of those times where noct thinks with his brainmeats, pulling his phone out to text percy.]
Don't head to the Crown City. Empire will be a pain. Head to Hammerhead.
[or, really, after a minute, he'll send a second text.]
How the hell are you getting there anyway?
We can just come get you.
[whether "we" means the bros or "we" means the fact that ash is in the regalia, he doesn't specify. minor details.]
this is fair
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noct!! it's fishing time
The next time Noctis decides to spend time leisurely fishing at the Galdin Quay, he'll find someone else fishing as well! Which isn't too weird by itself, it's not like this is a privately owned fishing spot or anything.
Although she has no fishing pole, seems to be sitting on a stand made of light, and is apparently fishing while wearing a blindfold, so that might be a little strange. Just a little.
Still, even if her gaze is covered, there's definitely something out in the water bobbing like lure usually would, so what else could she be doing here but fishing right?? She also has a container next to her with her catches thus far, mainly including fish that have never been here before. Is this the mark of a talented fish wrangler? Or is this just some really weird shit, just what happened to the fish here while he's been away?
There's only one way to find out...]
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probably not a very big deal, it really doesn't take that much to bewilder noct, after all. the world outside of the crown city tends to be odd and unfamiliar to him anyway—though what he's seeing right now as he approaches galdin shoals is definitely... new.
it look like she's fishing. without a pole. blindfolded. but he can see what looks a lure, and the container of fish that he doesn't recognize (though in all fairness, he doesn't necessarily know they're weird, just ones he's never encountered before).
so.
well, he can try to make conversation.]
They're, uh... really... biting today, huh? [nobody said his conversation attempt wouldn't be awkward, though at least for a moment, it can seem like it's because he's more focused on respooling his own fishing line so he can get started for a bit as well. he's got time to kill before he needs to be anywhere right now, so it's fine. probably.]
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HERE FOR CUTE MAD SCIENCE
Kind of accidentally, though.
Technology in 2205 is pretty slick and they've got the whole time travel thing down decently - well enough to send whole battalions back into the past to deal with corrupt hooligans trying to change the course of history and all. But sometimes... sometimes, things glitch out and museboxland intervenes, sending Kashuu spiraling away from his intended destination and into some various hellpit or jrpg.
On the plus side, he's kind of used to it by now! Even if that doesn't really help him at all when it comes to actually figuring out where he is, and he's gotta do that part the old-fashioned way. Asking the locals.]
Sooo... Does anyone around here know where a guy can get a map or something? Or like, barring that, the nearest emergency manicurist 'cause I really need to do a quick touch-up.
[Asking about the important things...]
HERE SHE IS i'm sorry and also not
of destiny's current timeline.
and where kashuu find himself may not be all that unfamiliar in a technical sense. it's a military stronghold, a base that's totally encased in snow. of course, even if kashuu were to land anywhere else, it would be snow...
that's kind of what happens in the middle of an ice age, though this particular region will, in fact, stay cold and icy for the rest of time, because jrpg science deemed it so. plus, there's really not too much else to find—the world is pretty war torn, with dycroft, the aerial city and fortress looming overhead.
there are soldier everywhere, chanting in formation about taking out miktran and downing the fortress...
and one person who sure as hell stands out. because among all these drab soldier stand harold at 4'11, brightly colored and full of her own aesthetic that would make her seem like she doesn't belong here. never mind the fact that she built and invented 99% of the tech this military base operates on.
but there's a stranger in her midst, and she's curious. oh. so. curious.]
There's not much to see with a map. [because the world is an icy wasteland. she says it so matter-of-fact as she approaches.
you don't get something for nothing when it comes to harold berselius though, so she's pretty quick to get up in kashuu's personal space.] Well, you don't look like one of his, but you're not one of ours either.
[why does she say that?]
You're too cute and stylish for that! ♪ [which means.] I'm guessing you came from another time or dimension, so if you want a manicure, you're going to have to tell me everything I want to know, O-K?
IM NOT SORRY AT ALL
me: opens tab, also forgets to actually reply for a week :/
LMFAO AH that struggle, an old friend...
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COME TO ME HAROLD
[except this? this is like. the opposite of the trip she wanted. when one thinks of vacations, they're usually inundated with thoughts of breezy beaches and coconut-flavored drinks! not harsh, icy wastelands with temperatures that cut through her like a hot knife through butter. there are soldiers milling about too, which is. . . weird?? where are her gd cabana boys with mai-tais!!]
It's. . . so. . . coooooooooooold!
[normal people might think to keep quiet when stumbling upon a bunch of battle-ready soldiers, but hey, Magilou isn't normal. evident by her skimpy dress, and the strange purple creature (Bienfu) perched on her shoulder]
Ugh! Where did I go wrong with the coordinates? I should be sprawling out on the sand right now, a drink in my hand and the waves lapping kindly at my feet! What did I do to deserve thiiiiiiis. . .!
[. . . she is also bad at handling freezing temperatures, so uh. congrats on the new guest???]
THROWS HER AT
she can feel the change in atmosphere, after all—which sends her a-lookin' for whatever caused the disturbance.
...which leads her to magilou, looking... well, completely inappropriately dressed for a war in the middle of an ice age.]
Hey, you!
[she's calling out from a near distance.]
Come over here for a sec!
[she's got some investigating to do, apparently.]
nothing will go wrong in this thread at all
absolutely not, they're going to be just fine
1/2
wait no 2/3. . .
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Harold again!!
[this is sort of a whole new level of weirdness. an uncanny level of weirdness. never before has the group been able to jump directly from Mementos to another Palace without returning to the real world. and never has that jump happened without any of them activating the Meta Nav app. what's even more unsettling is the fact that he arrived here alone when he most certainly wasn't just a good five minutes ago. oh, and on top of that?]
[there are guards]
[well, at least Akira's-- well, no, Joker's-- swanky outfit is warm enough to keep out the biting cold. but it's also an excellent way for one (1) phantom thief to catch some. . . er. unwanted attention, right when he's trying to regain his bearings. thankfully it doesn't take him long to shake his pursuers and slip back into the shadows, nor does it take him long to locate a large, military-grade structure that is probably far warmer than this raging blizzard. he's sneaky enough to worm his way inside (how? don't ask, he's a thief, damn it) and thaaaat is how Joker finds himself crawling through the air vents of said military fortress of what he assumes is a Palace]
[. . . damn. without Oracle or Mona, though, he can't tell what the Palace's security levels are, they've got to be elevated, considering he was caught earlier, right? you never realize how much you rely on your navigator until you don't have them anymore]
[anyway! those thumps and bumps and suspicious creaks coming from the ceiling, getting louder and louder as they approach a conveniently placed air vent grating? don't worry about it, Harold. it's fine. nothing is wrong here. go about your business!]
here she is
the first is that this isn't a palace. it's a very, very real world. in a very real ice age. during a very real war. joker is in well over his head, whether or not he realizes it. there likely won't be any limitation to summoning his personas, at least—
but the threat that exists is real.
which leads into the second problem. the second problem, all alone?
harold berselius, of course.]
My, my...
[she's sitting in her room, tinkering with a core crystal at her work desk (the room itself, is organized chaos, but that's beside the point). bu the sound of those thumps and creaks above her head causes her gaze to shift sharply.]
A rat? A monster? A cat burglar? Maybe an Aeth'erian infiltrator?
[huh.]
I wonder if I found a new guinea pig lurking in the vents.
[she sounds so lighthearted and casual when she says it, but a sharpness exists in her tone as well.
takemi, but more dangerous should be the vibe he gets from this one, honestly.]
I guess ♪ we're going ♪ to find out... ♪♫♪
what a great first impression
this is already a disaster
THIS IS WHAT HE GETS FOR BEING SHADY
yeah, he kind of deserves it tbh
he just wants to be a good boy :(
he needs to try harder
8((((((
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MINAKO!! also i literally RGN'd a random scenario meme on BS for this prompt
[ha ha. isn't that funny. thinking that nothing weird could happen to Persona users. ha ha ha]
[. . . anyway, Akira finds himself meandering down the streets near the Iwatodai Station, jiiiii-ing at his phone as he types out an urgent message-- ryuji where are you don't abandon me here i'm lost and if you don't find me soon i'm going to have to live off of vending machine food and drinking fountain water is that what you want-- as he searches for the friend who dragged him all the way out here in the first place. something about comparing Ogikubo's ramen to a restaurant he had read about in a magazine. . . Hagakure, or whatever? it was an adventure Akira was more than happy to attend, both for the food and the company, all the way up until the two somehow got separated in the crowds. which left this boy country boy trying to navigate his way around an unfamiliar area. alone]
[this kind of sucks]
[with a frustrated sigh, he finally foregoes the texting option all together and punches in his friend's number to try calling him instead]
[RELATED FACT: wherever Minako may be, her phone is ringing. with an unfamiliar number. HM]
gj akira
but you know, things happen.
like getting sidetracked by running into one of your social links on the way to port island station and just. forgetting to reply. whoops! it's fine, probably. totally gone and forgotten until she parts ways with her company and finds herself standing on the monorail platform, waiting for the next train back to iwatodai proper.
right.
that text!
so she pulls her phone out, and... it starts ringing.]
Whoa.
[that felt like, psychic or something, but whatever! it's cool! even though the number is unfamiliar, she doesn't hesitate to answer, because why would she?]
Hello?
[that cute, feminine voice is definitely not ryuji.]
he's got this, 1/2
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whistles innocently
You should be proud of me. I didn't get lost on my way to the Paulownia Mall.
[a pause. and then another text, ten seconds later]
The arcade here is pretty okay.
[JUST "OKAY," because Shibuya's is better, and he isn't biased at all]
[hi again]
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more importantly:]
Should I be proud, or concerned that you're stalking me?
[naturally, she's also at paulownia mall, even if...
well, she's not at the arcade and not at chagall.
she's just. you know. casually buying a new weapons for her crew at the police station. it's cool, it's cool.]
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