#𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 [ PERSONA 5 ROYAL VERSE ]

[jesterofinaba]

@etherbonded​ | from here

He hadn’t known the new worker for that long, but even if he wasn’t a former detective trained in the art of reading body language, it was easy to see that Yoshizawa was a mess. Hell, he was one to talk, but her being all nervous and polite finally got him to press a little further in the hopes that she’d cut it out if she talked about it.

“Jesus, shitty parents? Say no more, sister. That’s a fuckin’ problem if I’ve ever heard one.”

How the fuck she managed to land a job at the bar he didn’t know, but hey, they employed an ex-con, so maybe their boss liked a charity case. They’re busy cleaning glasses and tidying up for Adachi’s shift to start, and when she mentions her dad (with, he notes, a ton of resentment), Adachi sets down the crate of Asahi he’d carried in and pauses to wipe his brow and tie up his hair.

“You know, all these assurances you’re fine make me think you’re not. Word of advice? If you bottle all that shit up, you’re gonna explode like a soda can one day.

 I’m proof of that - let’s just say I’m lucky they gave me relaxed parole for a violent crime, eh? So. You gotta deal with that shit that’s stressing you one way or another.”

[jesterofinaba]

As Adachi kicks the drunk patrons out into the street, he rolls his eyes at yet another nickname. He didn't even want to know where the hell she got "Peaches" from.

When he makes it back into the little bar, the man sighs, pulls off his glasses to rub at his eyes, then rolls his neck, joints popping as he did so. He lazily rests back on the counter when Ava makes another dry comment, and he snorts out a half-laugh in response, watching her sweep up the mess of the brawl.

"You mean besides the fact that we're not even busy enough half the time for two bartenders?" He quips back.

Eh, he should be nicer to his boss. Not often a guy with a rap sheet like his gets a job as stable as this one.

"They should start paying me double. I do both jobs pretty damn well, if I were the sort to brag. Which I'm not, of course.

I used to be a cop, believe it or not, before a long series of unfortunate events that landed me here." It was slightly harder to believe considering his scrawny frame, short ponytail and glasses, and street wear-adjacent fashion. "And let me tell you, throwing out drunk idiots and putting away rowdy drunk businessmen is pretty much all the on-the-job training they give you. I spent at least my first year on the force doing that and catching petty teenage bike thieves."

Thank god he only had to do that and not all that shitty Phantom Thief PR stunt, but that was an entirely different conversation.

❦ || @jesterofinaba​​

A snort. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, red eyes rolling with a lazy wave of her hand.

“Heard ya loud and clear already, Peaches. Just get those assholes out of here before they tear a new one into the bar.”

It was practically routine at this point, honestly. Either it was a peaceful night where they could relax in the atmosphere of the bar, or it was one of those nights where some grade-A idiots decide to let the alcohol get to their heads and throw tantrums. Unfortunately for them, she thought, swiping the broom and dust pan from the storage room, it was the latter. 

Damnit. And to think she was optimistic enough to believe she’d get some time to get rid of this damn headache, too…

At least she came back just in time to watch Adachi kick the two drunkards out on the street. That was always something worth seeing—-especially for someone as scrawny as the man that did it. A small huff of amusement escapes her then as she sweeps the debris into the waiting mouth of the dustpan.

“Never one to skip out on leg day, are you?” came the dry comment. “And to think I used to wonder why they never hired a bouncer around this place…”

[jesterofinaba]

[ platonic meme: 🍺 bar time fun time! ] maruki prefers bars where he can count the number of occupants with one hand. working on his research with a drink or two in the din of low-key nightlife is his preferred method of unwinding, now needed twice as much with his responsibilities at shujin.

platonic prompts

A loner at heart even despite his promise to form bonds five years ago, Adachi liked the slow nights at the bar the best. He didn't have to make any small talk, only making conversation when it was interesting, benefited him, or when he got to show off a magic trick. The poindexter - or Dr. Maruki, the latest poor sap stuck with him in court-ordered counseling - was one such occupant.

He'd been more tired then usual lately. He hadn't said anything, but Adachi knew how to read someone's body language from his expertise in the interrogation room. He'd deftly slid another drink over to the other before he could even look up and notice his glass was empty.

"What are you reading about now?" Genuine interest in talking about someone else who knew about psychology disguised as small talk. "How to interpret those stupid ink blots, or how to tell a certain someone that they've got an ego complex?"

[jesterofinaba]

The quiet shifts were, if Adachi had to pick, the ones he was most partial to.

Less annoying drunkards to toss out onto the street when they had too much, less people to have to talk to and stop from prying into his business, and less shit to clean up when he closed up for the night. Besides, then it was still, and he could read a book, turn on TV he liked, or sit and play solitaire or come up with some interesting virgin cocktails for himself.

Still, the odd lone customer didn't bother him too much. The lady sitting herself at the counter was new, but that wasn't surprising, with all the people bustling in and out of the Red Light District.

What was interesting was that she knew the Sumire kid - and was apparently her guardian.

"The kid talks about me? All good things, I hope." He jokes dryly, finishing cleaning a glass and adding it to the stack behind him. He's still not sure whether Yoshizawa-chan has actually connected the dots and realized who he was yet, but his change in appearance recently had something to do with it. Maybe Clark Kent was onto something for wearing glasses to keep people spotting him as Superman.

"Nice to meet ya, Michiko-san. Name's Adachi Tohru, and I'm going to guess that you were equally as dumbfounded that a bar hired a kid as much I was." He didn't like socializing much, but if Yoshizawa liked her enough, she had a chance of being decent. "What'll you have?"

@jesterofinaba meets Fool!Sumire's Guardian!

Today's been quite, Sumire's out and about with her friends and she has time to herself. Don't get her wrong, she loves spending time with the kid, but that kid needs far more than just her sister and Kishi. So she's glad to see her out and about, so she decides a bit of a drink won't kill her,

So, she closes the parlor up for today, if Sumire wants to get in that's fine. She has the spare keys to the place anyways.

Heels click against the ground as she proceeds to make her way to the bar table to sit down, she looks across the table to see Adachi and decides to make small talk. ...Maybe it's best to bring up Sumire as a topic so she can get to know this co-worker of hers. Not that she doesn't trust Sumire's judgement, no, she just wants to make friends with someone that has seemed to at least treat her not like a criminal.

" ...You're Sumire's co-worker aren't you? It's a pleasure to meet you after her telling me about you. I'm Michiko Kishi, her guardian. "

[jesterofinaba]

🔫 also known as local Demi-god spams Almighty

platonic prompts - accepting!

Maruki's palace was silent save for the quiet, tranquil sounds of the shadows puttering around the polished floors, banners waving gently in a nonexistent wind, and gentle footsteps. The blinding white was also barely interrupted, if only for a short time.

"I have seen plenty of bullshit in my time, but this is threatening to top the charts."

Walking into the light was Adachi, modified toy revolver in one hand, and the other lazily rubbing his neck. Despite all the differences he'd had in his look since his parole, like his chin-length hair and glasses, it seemed now that it was almost like he'd been stuck back in his old, 2011 self - cheap suit and all.

Never mind he'd almost kind of liked the new look better. This shit new reality didn't seem to favor him much and just tried to reset him before the murders.

"What the hell are you doing with a persona, Doc? I thought I'd be done with all this supernatural shit, but now I want some answers."

[jesterofinaba]

@supportive-editor​ | from here

“Still desperate? Man, I don’t know... what’s in it for me? All I can do is play a little electric guitar and belt out a tenor.”

[jesterofinaba]

@supportive-editor​ | from here

“You’re offering me a drink?”

Adachi replies, amused, looking up from his spot wiping the counter. This customer seemed pretty entertained listening to Adachi complain about one thing or another, usually something to do with the way that society screwed people over, but unlike Shibusawa had thought, he’s not doing it because he’s mad, mostly just because he thinks it’s funny and may make the guy either buzz off and leave the bar empty, or be entertained enough for another drink. Win win.

“Appreciate the thought, but I don’t drink anymore. Against the conditions of my parole.

Tell you what, if you let me mix you something fun to make, you can have it for me, on the house. Free drink for you, and something for me to do. How about that?”

[jesterofinaba]

“If you relate to me, please seek help immediately.

...I can’t be saved, but maybe you can.”

[jesterofinaba]

[Maruki] “Adachi-san… pspspspspsp…” he’s put out a lunch for him to enjoy. You need to eat!!!!

Unprompted Asks - Always Accepting!

What the hell kind of animal does the Doc think he is? Some kind of skin and bones alley cat that he'll take pity on? Adachi knows what that looks like, he'd witnessed Narukami give the same kind of pity to enough stray cats and people.

Still. He had to work on bonds or whatever, and he hated the Doc marginally less than he hated Narukami.

Wordlessly, he takes the bento and turns to leave.

But the Doc's cooking is pretty good, so he pops it open and starts to eat as he walks away.

Growth. Probably.

[jesterofinaba]

“Court-mandated therapy is based. They’re forced to hear me bitch about things and hear the villainous monologues I never got to use!

I also figured out through this bullshit that I can spite my way to being better than everyone! Can you imagine?! The minute I had better coping mechanisms and antidepressants and no longer used alcohol to cope was the minute I became able to stomp the hell out of you, brats!

Ahaha!”

[jesterofinaba]

starter | @queenxfjustice​

There’s nothing more depressing than the one, sad, clackety train that travels from Inaba to any nearby civilization. Adachi’s one weekend a month of so-called freedom was here, and he was going to spend it like he usually did: milling around video stores and bookshops, looking at model guns he can’t afford, and generally being a loiterer.

What, was he supposed to be grateful to be let out of his cell? He felt like a hamster removed from its cage and stuffed into a plastic ball to roll around in.

He’s seated on one of the plastic benches on the train, idly reading a stack of newspapers he’d missed since his last outing from prison. Nothing of real interest was going on, except some guy confessing to all his crimes for no apparent reason a while ago. Wonder if he’d gotten the snot beat out of him like Adachi had.

For once, there’s company with him on the train, and he can feel her eyes burning into his skull, even as she tries very clumsily to avoid her gaze when she thinks he’s looking.

“You’re really shit at trying to hide when you’re staring at someone.”

He doesn’t look up from his newspaper.

“Something on my face? Or are you that desperate to muck up a perfectly good silence?”

[jesterofinaba]

👏 fusion with sadayo-nee please 👀

Send 👏 and I’ll write a description of our muses’ fusion - No Longer Accepting

The difference in the fusion between being in the real world and being in the Metaverse was like night and day. While in reality, they looked exhausted, often yawning while other people were talking, and very easy to show their boredom, doodling or daydreaming while looking out the window. Being a combination of twins, already looking so much alike, they looked much like the kind of person one could easily pass over in a crowd - white dress shirt and casual slacks, minimalist silver jewelry, fluffy untidy hair tied back in a messy bun. The only thing that stood out, at least here, was the cardigan they wore - it began a bright yellow that melded like a sunset into orange, then red.

However, while fighting in the Metaverse, they looked like anything other than an average tired everyday worker.

Dressed in a flashy magician's assistant outfit, top hat and all, they were hard to miss - tailcoat and hat adorned with sequins and now bright face accented with glitter.

"Finally, I've been waiting to let off some steam!"

Peppy and probably a little too excited to rush into battle, they immediately tear off their rhinestone-adorned masquerade mask - but the fusion had another trick when summoning their persona.

Their costume suddenly covered in a straitjacket and chains, with a little spin and some wiggling, they expertly free themselves, and with a show of fireworks, a large grin and hand in the air, the escape artist cries,

"Ready or not, let’s begin!~ PERSONA!"

[jesterofinaba]

👏 Maruki with YA BOI ADACHI

Send 👏 and I’ll write a description of our muses’ fusion - No Longer Accepting

The fusion at first appears unassuming, a normal looking man with tousled dark hair and small glasses, wearing a short white jacket and a crooked red and blue tie... and at first they stare in shock at their hands, turning them over and flexing their fingers.

"Fascinating..." they muse in a gentle tone, before a realization seems to hit them, and a small laugh bubbles out of them, which steadily grows louder and louder, until the grin is large and crooked and their laughter reaches a fever pitch.

"Holy SHIT!" they cry out in a much more jarring, harsh tone, "this is GREAT! I can do anything with this kinda power..."

"-It does seem to be always present, coursing through our veins..." the gentle tone was back, almost interrupting, the fusion talking to themself in two variations of the same voice. "Think about what we- I could do-"

"Obliterate everything?~"

"-Noooo, I can't do that...."

Their conversation continues, as each voice speaks, the face seems to contort quickly like a cartoon character between calm and manic, until the gentler voice resumes, but this time, with a small knowing smile.

"...Perhaps... I could simply... subdue those who get in my way..~"

They cut themselves off with a laugh. "I like the way we think!"

"Think about it! With the kind of hold I have on the level of cognition, reality can be-"

"Whatever-"

"-I-"

"-want!~"

They double over, hands gripping the sides of their head, though this apparent pain banging on the inside of their skull doesn't stop their ringing laughter, cackling echoing throughout the walls, before they let out a guttural, insane cry.

"PERSONA!"

[jesterofinaba]

"Those sourpatch watermelons were delicious. Sorry I couldn't share any with you, that would have fucked your throat up even more. Maybe try some honey lemon cough candies instead?" - @supportive-editor

(( thinking abt band member things.... 🥺))

Unprompted Asks - Always Accepting! from here @supportive-editor

There's a shrug from Adachi in an effort to save their voice, but even behind the mask they were wearing, it was clear to see that there was a grin on their face after watching such an entertaining performance.

"Maybe if you buy them for me. Not bad on the lyrics, by the way."

Their rough voice - and equally strained laugh afterwards - was interrupted by a fit of coughing.

[jesterofinaba]

“Look into my eyes” (for Akechi or Lovers Yosuke!! whichever you prefer :D)

Send “Look into my eyes” & My Muse will BOLD What They See! - No Longer Accepting

[Why not both?]

Akechi (from canon adachi!):

I see:

Absolute Conviction  |  Aggression  |  Ambition  |  Anger  |  Anxiety  |  Apathy  |  Arrogance  |  Bloodthirst  |  Bravery  |  Compassion  |  Confidence  |  Conflict  | Courage  |  Darkness  |  Defeat |  Denial  |  Desire  |  Despair  |  Determination  |  Devotion  |  Disappointment  |  Distrust  |  Dominance  |  Emptiness  |  an Enemy  |  Enlightenment  |  Envy  |  Excitement  |  Exhaustion  |  Elitism  |  Experience  |  Fear  |  a Friend  |  a Future  |  Gentleness  |  Greed  |  Grief  |  Guilt  |  Honesty  |  Honor  |  Hope  |  Hostility  |  Ignorance  |  an Illness  |  Insecurity  |  Integrity  |  Intoxication  |  Kindness  |  Lies  |  Loneliness  |  Longing  |  Loss  |  a Lover  |  Loyalty  |  Malicious Intent  |  Mania  |  Melancholy  |  Misery  |  Negativity  |  Overcompensation  |  Pain  |  Paranoia  |  Passion  |  Perseverance  |  Pettiness  |  Pity  |  Positivity  |  Pressure  |  Pride  |  a Purpose  |  Racism  |  Regret  |  Resentment  |  Resignation  |  Resolve  |  Sadness  |  Self-Hatred  |  Sexism  |  Shattered Remains  |  a Shining Light  |  Something Familiar  |  Spite  |  Stress  |  Stupidity  |  Submission  |  Tranquility  |  Trauma  |  Trust  |  Vengeance  |  Warmth  |  Wisdom  |  Wrath  |  a Cry for Help  |  Something Eating Your Mind  |  the Years have Changed You

You’re:

Animalistic  |  Approachable  |  Broken  |  Closed-Off  |  Cold  |  Crafty  |  Crazy  |  Defensive  |  Devious  |  Difficult  |  Disheartened  |  Emotionally Detached  |  Frightened  |  Frightening  |  Genuine  |  Guarded  |  Headstrong  |  Heartless  |  Human  |  Immature  |  Impatient  |  Inhuman  |  Insane  |  Intuitive  |  Lost  |  Mature  |  Noble  |  Patient  |  Pitiful  |  Primitive  |  Pure  |  Reliable  |  Remorseless  |  Reserved  |  Resourceful  |  Short-Tempered  |  Simplistic  |  Sly  |  Soft-Hearted  |  Struggling  |  a Threat  |  Trapped  |  a Troublemaker  |  Trusting  |  Understanding  |  Unique |   Unpredictable  |  Unwavering  |  a Victim  |  Wicked  |  Feeling Vindictive  |  Guilty of Something  |  Hiding Something  |  Lost in Thought  |  Planning Something  |  Scared of Me  |  Scaring Me  |  Someone I can Trust  |  Someone I Can’t Recognize Anymore  |  Someone to Fear  |  Someone Worthy of Respect  |  Weak to Manipulation  |  Weighed by Something

You:

Aren’t Being Yourself  |  Belittle Yourself  |  Don’t Want to Hurt Me  |  Don’t Want to Leave Me  |  Drown Yourself in Something  |  Feel Alone  |  Feel Empowered  |  Have a Plan that Involves Me  |  Have No One Else to Turn to  |  Have Nowhere Else to Go  |  Have Seen Some Things  |  Haven’t Been Sleeping  |  Lie to Yourself  |  Lost Faith/Trust in Me  |  Lost Something/Someone Important  |  Need Me/my Help  |  No Longer Believe Me  |  See Me as a Thing  |  See Me as Someone Else  |  Seek to Hurt/Harm  |  Seek to Manipulate  |  Think Highly of Yourself  |  Think I’m Hiding Something  |  Think Little of Yourself  |  Think You Know Best  |  Want to Hurt Me  |  Want to Protect Me  |  Want to Sleep with Me  |  Want to Use Me

lovers!Yosuke:

I see:

Absolute Conviction  |  Aggression  |  Ambition  |  Anger  |  Anxiety  |  Apathy  |  Arrogance (at first)  |  Bloodthirst  |  Bravery  |  Compassion  |  Confidence  |  Conflict  | Courage  |  Darkness  |  Defeat |  Denial  |  Desire  |  Despair  |  Determination  |  Devotion  |  Disappointment  |  Distrust  |  Dominance  |  Emptiness  |  an Enemy  |  Enlightenment  |  Envy  |  Excitement  |  Exhaustion  |  Elitism (at first)  |  Experience  |  Fear  |  a Friend  |  a Future  |  Gentleness  |  Greed  |  Grief  |  Guilt  |  Honesty  |  Honor  |  Hope  |  Hostility  |  Ignorance  |  an Illness  |  Insecurity  |  Integrity  |  Intoxication  |  Kindness  |  Lies  |  Loneliness  |  Longing  |  Loss  |  a Lover  |  Loyalty  |  Malicious Intent  |  Mania  |  Melancholy  |  Misery  |  Negativity  |  Overcompensation  |  Pain  |  Paranoia  |  Passion  |  Perseverance  |  Pettiness  |  Pity  |  Positivity  |  Pressure  |  Pride  |  a Purpose  |  Racism  |  Regret  |  Resentment  |  Resignation  |  Resolve  |  Sadness  |  Self-Hatred  |  Sexism  |  Shattered Remains  |  a Shining Light  |  Something Familiar  |  Spite  |  Stress  |  Stupidity  |  Submission  |  Tranquility  |  Trauma  |  Trust  |  Vengeance  |  Warmth  |  Wisdom  |  Wrath  |  a Cry for Help  |  Something Eating Your Mind  |  the Years have Changed You

You’re:

Animalistic  |  Approachable  |  Broken  |  Closed-Off  |  Cold  |  Crafty  |  Crazy  |  Defensive  |  Devious  |  Difficult  |  Disheartened  |  Emotionally Detached  |  Frightened  |  Frightening  |  Genuine  |  Guarded  |  Headstrong  |  Heartless  |  Human  |  Immature  |  Impatient  |  Inhuman  |  Insane  |  Intuitive  |  Lost  |  Mature  |  Noble  |  Patient  |  Pitiful  |  Primitive  |  Pure  |  Reliable  |  Remorseless  |  Reserved  |  Resourceful  |  Short-Tempered  |  Simplistic  |  Sly  |  Soft-Hearted  |  Struggling  |  a Threat  |  Trapped  |  a Troublemaker  |  Trusting  |  Understanding  |  Unique |   Unpredictable  |  Unwavering  |  a Victim  |  Wicked  |  Feeling Vindictive  |  Guilty of Something  |  Hiding Something  |  Lost in Thought  |  Planning Something  |  Scared of Me  |  Scaring Me  |  Someone I can Trust  |  Someone I Can’t Recognize Anymore  |  Someone to Fear  |  Someone Worthy of Respect  |  Weak to Manipulation  |  Weighed by Something

You:

Aren’t Being Yourself  |  Belittle Yourself  |  Don’t Want to Hurt Me  |  Don’t Want to Leave Me  |  Drown Yourself in Something  |  Feel Alone  |  Feel Empowered  |  Have a Plan that Involves Me  |  Have No One Else to Turn to  |  Have Nowhere Else to Go  |  Have Seen Some Things  |  Haven’t Been Sleeping  |  Lie to Yourself  |  Lost Faith/Trust in Me  |  Lost Something/Someone Important  |  Need Me/my Help  |  No Longer Believe Me  |  See Me as a Thing  |  See Me as Someone Else  |  Seek to Hurt/Harm  |  Seek to Manipulate  |  Think Highly of Yourself  |  Think I’m Hiding Something  |  Think Little of Yourself  |  Think You Know Best  |  Want to Hurt Me  |  Want to Protect Me  |  Want to Sleep with Me  |  Want to Use Me

[jesterofinaba]

starter | @tres-fidelis​

Wait a minute. Adachi recognized this girl.

She was a reporter, wasn’t she? Oh, Christ. He’d agreed to one TV interview since getting parole, and that was only because the bastards from the network sent him letters and tried to visit him every damn day until he finally agreed to get them to back off. Apparently, his appearance had caused quite the spike in ratings, which gave Adachi a nice little boost to his self-confidence but also the assurance to that interviewer that if their company ever tried to bother him again, they were the ones whose corpses on roofs would be displayed on the next nightly news.

When he can tell that she’s starting to approach him, he has to suppress a groan. Well, time to bring out the big guns.

“I know you’re that reporter chick.” He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his yellow rain slicker. “And I am officially declining any kinda interview.

Unless you remember what happened to the last reporter I met, I’d leave if I were you.”