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Since this probably won't be used as intended anymore, I figured I would post this here. @unchainedphantom was responsible for the writing. I also added a transcript below:

(Sir Bartholomew Barry Allen,       A great sinner of envy who plays at godhood.

You abuse the powers and existence that have been granted to you, all for the sake of validating yourself. We have decided to make you confess all your crimes with your own mouth.

                       We will take your distorted desires without fail.

                                                               From, The Phantom Thieves of Hearts.)

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@unchainedphantom

A battlefield like this was not a place a high school student should be in. Despite his convictions upon joining this farce of a mission, the young Persona user expected fear to sink in once he took in his surroundings. The ringing of metal, the smell of blood, the sound of flesh being torn apart – this was what war was like. Any innocent soul could be driven into madness if they stayed here for too long.

But then, after going through so much grime and rubble, the panic he expected never settled in. It was only then he realized that this was no different than fighting in Mementos. The mazelike tunnels were never of this scale of course, but the concept remained the same – a slew of enemies that would never end. It was a thought both comforting and discomforting at once.

Yet another corpse crumpled against his rapier. Goro was about to wipe the blood on it off when something made him stumble – a draining sensation, less disconcerting than nausea yet it kept him light-headed for some seconds regardless. He knew the source behind it, because it wasn’t the first time that happened today. His mana was being drained at a rate faster than what he was used to back in Utopia. Right now it was something manageable – being a fighter of his own right meant that he had plenty to spare – but the frequency of Satanael’s appearances in their battles have started being overkill.

“Aren’t you overdoing this? Joker.”

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rexauream:

⧼ ‟♕’’ ⧽ WHAT AN UNUSUAL SIGHT.taken to a land apart from the city they had slowly gotten accustomed to (well, at least hakuno did), the first thing that processed in gil’s mind was the likes of the malevolent ai. refusing to utter her name in even his minds at the idea of seeing her again filled him with disgust and bile built in his mouth, he chose to stand idley by as the chaos amongst them ran amok. bodies littered all over the ground, huts burned, and the smell of burning oak and flesh filled his nostrils. unpleasant, but not uncommon. 

⧼ ‟♕’’ ⧽ TURNING HIS HEAD to his master’s.. unorthodox reaction due to the sights before her, the embarrassment of her actions only served to irritate gilgamesh. for someone who had seen the sights of the blood soaking lancer in all of her ‘glory’ to her legend, she seemed easily distraught by the details around her. that having been said, the knight that attacked her was swiftly dealt with, a single lance appearing next to his head, piercing their throat in an action so clean and swift, the blur of it could cause anyone to go cross eyed. what was before him wasn’t quite what he’d call a servant. no, even that felt wrong as well. 

“ hardly. if one were to stretch their feeble imagination then you could call them that. however, their strength and their legend are non-existent. a better comparison would be what the moon cell offers. as such, i’d sooner relinquish any designation of such if you were to address them in the same manner as myself. “ that having been said, a low laugh did come from him as he crossed his arms at the sight of the dead soldier, watching as his spear phased into golden dust.

“ but, i would call them so weak to go as far as saying they might just be in your league. go on, master. be someone who could be called upon to slay such ‘servants’ as these. a title like that can’t possibly return back at you. needless, my strength will hardly be necessary to deal with such trash. one ant compared to one thousand ants, one leaf compared to a thousand, all but the same manner of destruction underneath the weight of a king. “ 

@kougaown​ > @unchainedphantom​ > @elusivemaster​

He had been summoned here to save the world, and so he found himself in a war-torn battlefield. This, too, is an inevitability – true, the option to stay back in the city was an option, but it is not something that could ever align with Goro’s beliefs. He’d been a victim of circumstance exactly because others stood by and did nothing, he would never do the same mistake.

Goro had been in here for a few hours now, finally used to the pervading smell of blood and constant clanging of metal. Earlier he tried to talk to the knights, in an attempt to find any information of import about this world. He was met only with a brandish of swords and sudden charges towards him. Now he would cut them down without a second thought, before striding over their corpses as quickly as they could. He couldn’t end this cycle on his own, and he would rather not be present when they reanimate once more.

Akira – no, he’s already Joker by now – seemed more effective in keeping them down, at least.

A duo of voices were by the brunette’s earshot when he came across a nearby ruin. One of them was quite familiar, the very reason why he took off his own mask when Goro decided to approach them.

“They may be weak, but they’re akin to zombies. Only the blow of a Servant could kill them for good.”

He stared at her golden-haired companion. So this must be Hakuno’s Servant...The one who found desires and goals to be such a human trait. The former detective felt a bit sorry for her  – he sounded like a real handful.

“Hello again, Hakuno. I was hoping we could meet again under…more favorable circumstances.”

@unchainedphantom​ > @elusivemaster​ > @rexauream​

b e l l u m // oo1

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casterofturnabout:

“A high schooler detective?” Phoenix whistled at that. He’s seen lots of that type on TV and comics, but it’s the first time he’s seen one in real life. Although from Goro’s tone, he’s not exactly eager to seek a new case right now, which Phoenix can understand. If you don’t depend of a job to survive, a break from it is always welcome.

Phoenix’d sure be glad if the other tipped on something he can take, though.

“Also, it’s just Caster, no P involved. Unless you already know so many Casters you gotta catalogue them in alphabetical order, I’d rather you remembered that.”

“It’s not too impressive, after you realize who else got dragged into this world.” It’s a bit hard to trump the awe and amazement inspired by kings and heroes in ancient times, and this place already has them in bulk.

“Oh, I thought that would have been an interesting nickname. How about Mr. P?" Sorry Phoenix, even outside of your series you would still be the victim of numerous jokes. “I jest. Caster, was it? Don’t worry, I believe I should be able to take note of every Servant in the city on its own.”

[kougaown-blog]

Perhaps one of the most interesting observations on this city was how out of place some things seemed to be. It was not unusual to find characters in states of dress so unlike what Goro has been used to, especially when Utopia seemed no different than a slightly futuristic version of his own home city. Some outfits he would not recognize, akin to stuff characters would wear in video games, and some who look like they were pulled directly from a different era. It gave the impression on how stitched up this world truly was. Goro was getting used to it at least, now that he has lived in here for quite some time.

And so, while a dark hooded figure would have been suspicious in the streets of Tokyo, Goro didn’t bat an eyelash towards the stranger who approached him. Despite shady impressions, he seemed polite enough to not expect any suspicious from. And if push comes to shove, he always had the means to retaliate. He greeted him back with a friendly smile.

“No problem at all. I would assume that you might have lived in an earlier era? Perhaps… Your surroundings may have been made with wood and stone, rather than metal.” It was a very description he deemed vague enough to cover a number of centuries in the past. “Being in here must be jarring for you. We are in a year during the second millennium.”

@kougaown is going to have his hands full.

What in the name of hell is this place? Brown eyes scanned the area with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. This city is wholly unfamiliar to the Sorcerer, in technological acceleration, structure, and appearance. Everything was night and day compared to the plains of his medieval world. Yet the world around him was the least of the Sorcerer’s problems. There was so much information to take in all at once to the point of becoming overwhelming. But he understood the basics. He was called forth by something, this so-called GRAIL, in the midst of a cataclysm capable of wiping out all of humankind. The Sorcerer is now branded as a ‘Caster’, and he belongs to a ‘Master’. The idea of following commands was far from foreign to the man, but it was the concept of not knowing who’s orders he had to follow that made him anxious.

Yet even among everything, the man in the red and black robes truly focused on one single detail. The mention of the GRAIL. He’s had to deal with such a reality-altering object before. Different name, same concept. This GRAIL could be compared to the Chalice that the Sorcerer had to destroy to end the endless cycle that he and so many others were stuck in. So there was a new goal in mind among becoming used to this new world.

Find out more about this GRAIL, and discover a way to destroy it. Destruction be damned, the Sorcerer will not let anyone else be manipulated by such a relic. But that’s for another time. All in the future. For now, the Sorcerer mulled to himself, chewing the inside of his lip from underneath the mask that covered his face. There was one thing that needed to be taken care of, first. He needs information. Casting aside his manners for a brief moment, the Sorcerer searched for someone that could talk to him, as it seems like these ‘NPCs’ are rather… unhealthy. He doesn’t know what is going on with the general populace, but the man could be put at ease for a moment upon spotting a young, well-dressed man fixing his gloves. Now’s a better chance than later.

“Pardon me, young man. Could you spare a moment to tell me… what time are we in? I am not familiar with these buildings and objects.”

[kougaown-blog]

Well then. Goro’s personally not happy with this turn of events because of his general uneasiness when it comes to this city’s administrators. Still, it would be unheroic to let things happen as it goes, wouldn’t it? Generally he’d be around for two things -

Find the source behind their enemies’ strange and undying behavior

Rescue and provide assistance towards other Servants and Masters

That being said, like this for a starter, capping at 5! Castmates are exempted. Feel free to PM me as well for any elaborate plans.

[kougaown-blog]

☫

☫ Do you like to play with your opponents or finish them off neatly and quickly?

The latter! He’s here to be efficient in his job, it’s not something he actually does for ‘fun’. Besides, if he were to take his time in defeating his opponent that would just give them time to possibly bounce back, rendering his attempts to be a complete failure. It’s more practical to try and finish it as quickly as possible.

[kougaown-blog]

Hello! Not exactly a starter call here, but if you have a long-term relationship idea or plot you wanna throw at Goro, feel free to message me at any time. I would love to discuss and plan things out with you!

[kougaown-blog]

Goro isn’t too sure why he’s the one stuck in charge of buying curry ingredients for their upcoming cafe. Both of them had a sizable amount of knowledge when it came to coffee beans, but choosing the right quality of spice and fruit necessary was currently out of his skill. He browsed through the list he was given again, just to be sure. Perhaps he could look up how some of these look like in good condition, he may be -

His thoughts stopped abruptly when he felt a heavy thud coming from his side. In the middle of his reverie, he didn’t notice figure who basically walked right onto him...Although wasn’t walking around with binoculars on a bit of a poor idea?

“Ah, I think calling me a bishounen is a bit too far of a stretch...” Praises on his good looks were pretty common back home, but there were merits to be have in showing a bit of humility regardless. “More importantly, are you alright?”

@kougaown

Although she was supposedly summoned to save humanity, there was no enemy present to fight. No enemy meant no definitive role for her yet, unless… 

In order to get her mind off a certain possibility, she decided to investigate the city. How? By walking around glue to a pair of binoculars of course! Looking towards the roofs of buildings and the sky, it was obvious she wasn’t paying attention at all to where she was going. Which brought the obvious outcome of walking right into another person.

After looking away from the binocs for a second to see who she bumped into, she then put them right back on as she looked right at the taller man’s face.

“Whoa, a bishounen in the flesh.”

[kougaown-blog]

With a fulfilling day behind him, Goro was walking his way towards home with a cold can of coffee in his hand. It was out of habit more than anything that he took in as much detail as he could of his surroundings - a detective should not ignore anything out of place, after all! And it was because of that habit that he spotted a figure hogging over an entire bench. That in itself he would have ignored, if not for the object in hid hand. Immediately he stopped in his tracks, just so he could observe that object further.

Was that -

The mask in the stranger’s hands made Goro think of his own - long nosed, entirely in red. And there was its counterpart, more helmet than mask, entirely in black with an accent of red. Of course, it would be a far stretch to assume that everyone with a mask had a Persona, but it was intriguing enough to pursue. 

Especially with how it seemed to disappear into thin air.

“Indeed, it is. The perfect weather to lie down and read a book in the park, if you ask me.” With a friendly wave the young brunette made his way towards the bench and took the empty spot beside him.

“Since you offered for a talk, can I ask how your day has been?”

✘ @kougaown​

​          THE HOUR was late, but not late enough for loitering souls to generate suspicion. a lone figure, splayed across the length of a park bench, arm draped over the back; nothing particularly unusual about that. what was unusual was in his hand– a mask, split between black and white, accented with crimson. rather than wear it, he was playing catch, tossing it in the air and letting it fall back into his palm. however, there was something off about the movement it took; a dip in flight here, an extra rotation there. the motion was mesmerizing, casting impossible shadows on his surroundings in the afternoon light. so enthralling, in fact, it took kano a moment to notice the onlooker.

「i didn’t see you there–  how rude of me, to hog the entire bench! here, here– take a seat. it’s a nice day to just sit around and ( chat ), don’t you think? 」

          kano heaved himself out of his lounging position, patting the now-empty seat next to him. the object he had been holding had seemingly vanished, but nothing about his words or actions seemed to aknowledge its absence.

[kougaown-blog]

(It was the argyle vest, wasn’t it? A shame not everyone can appreciate such a classic.)

Goro was biting his lip as he scanned through his Triplicata. Despite it’s advanced capabilities, there were still bits of information about the city that he couldn’t figure out with its use. Then again, he wasn’t expecting much - if he could find something that easily, then Utopia would have a glaring security breach in their hands. Perhaps he should consult the services of a hacker...?

Unfortunately for this trickster, his target had the brains to match his well-dressed demeanor. For one, to offer gifts to a complete stranger - especially anything consumable - was extremely suspicious. Putting down his cube, Goro matched this guy’s seemingly innocent expression with one of his own.

“I appreciate your gesture, but I’m afraid I must decline. I’m not too fond of sweets, you see.”

“Why don’t you have it for yourself? You seemed to enjoy your other candy very much.”

You know, there are some people that just seem like the perfect sort of target for a bit of fun. And the guy that Loki was currently peeking at from a distance seemed to be just that; he seemed to be too busy messing around with that cube thing that was given out (he already forgot the actual name for it), and there was an overwhelming urge to just mess with him. Just a little bit.

Loki passes by slowly, pulling two things from his pockets; a real piece of wrapped candy, which he promptly unwraps and pops into his mouth to give off a false sense of security, and one of his miniature smoke bombs that just happened to look like a real piece of wrapped candy. He then bounces up to the stranger with an innocent expression on his face, offering out the fake candy with an extended hand. 

“Huuh, you look like the type who needs to add some sweetness to the day, don’t you agree ♪? So take this, as a gift from the generous me! It’s delicious, and it’ll brighten that serious face right up~.”

@kougaown

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panthermask:

     not even akechi knows, huh? well, she supposes the whole scenario is quite magical and mysterious—even smart people like him couldn’t know the answers to everything. that isn’t to say she isn’t slightly disappointed that she still doesn’t understand how she manages to ensnare herself in this trap. but that frustration is more at herself than anything else, scrunched nose at the mere thought.

     ❛   yeah, same here! i don’t really remember what happened—i barely even remember what happened before i woke up here!   ❜   she wouldn’t deny that she doesn’t have an infallible memory or anything, but she’d at least believe that she could remember moments prior. but alas, she doesn’t.   ❛   it’s like they wiped our minds or something. i hope they didn’t erase anything else important.   ❜

     upon mention of the marks, ann’s expression immediately shifts to wide eyes and slightly agape lips, though she quickly closes her mouth. a nod is her response, perhaps a little overeager in her surprise at akechi’s question.   ❛   yeah, i do! look!   ❜   hardly hesitating at giving her trust over to him, she raises her hand where her skin is marred by a tattoo of sorts—a brand, ensuring her status here in this world.   ❛   i definitely didn’t have this before! no way i would get a tattoo like this! it’s sooo not my style.   ❜   a moment passes before a realization dawns upon her, and she leans in forward to attempt to examine him.   ❛   wait a minute! do you have one too?!   ❜

He could understand Ann’s feelings about the matter – Goro isn’t fond of being left in the dark, either. Too many unknowns to feel comfortable about, too many variables to consider. It perhaps it didn’t help that he wasn’t her favorite person to see, either. Whatever she may think about him, he was never an official member of the Phantom Thieves, after all. Briefly he wondered what would Kurusu say in this situation. He would know the words that could comfort her… but he wasn’t Kurusu.

At least he knew what he himself could do – gather data in regards to their current predicament, and decide what to do from there.

“Hm… At the very least memories of our own world were left intact. They must have made us forget our first moments here - to hide their methods to get us, or some other secret.” He would know if those memories would be tampered. There was no way on earth he would let himself forget that rage.

But Goro couldn’t help but smile at her shift to a sunny disposition. So much for worrying about her mood.

“Haha, they do look tacky, don’t you think? You’re right,” Very carefully he removed the black glove covering up his right hand, and held it up for Ann to see. At the back of his hand lay a red intricate pattern. “I ended up with one as well.”

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sadisticsister:

“It is disgusting, yes. Adults acting like grade schoolers? If they have a party, just send us invites! Just propose normally! Going through the hassle of making a treasure hunt just makes it embarrassing when we have to turn them down–”

 She’s getting carried away, gesturing angrily with her arms from up and down. As if realising this, with a rare sense of self awareness, the girl huffs, slowing her rant.

“I hope they get the power on soon, yes? Even if the hospital has  backup generators, they do not last forever…”

She has a good point, there. There’s a lot of other ways on how we’re so dependent on electricity in our lives. If there were places without generators where they were in immediate need of it, and were they were caught up in this outage, then they may possibly be...

He doesn’t want to vocalize it. She has insight, but she’s still a child.

“Don’t worry, they should know of the lasting consequences if power doesn’t come back. And if they cannot, then we simply must find our own way to do so.”

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sadisticsister:

“…Is that not what they call… ‘chuuni’, yes? Trying to seem cool and mysterious.”

She’s not amused by whoever is doing this. She has a weakness to heat and the sun, alright? Plus…

Ari had a roast cooking in the oven! It’s going to go all gross now, you know?!

...What does chuuni mean. Ah well, might as well pretend you know what’s going on!

“Haha, that does make it sound like they’re teenagers trying to stand out from the crowd. Maybe they just want to greet us all with a big party. But ah, it’s not much of a party without the electricity, isn’t it?”

Roasts would make great for a party too, why do the mods messengers ruin everything.

[kougaown-blog]

“They rarely make their presence known, only speaking in vague details. But when they do, it always is to start a new chain of events. As if this was all part of a grand experiment.”

“Oh, and perhaps now would be the time to invest in power generators. In case something like this happens again.” Having no power in the middle of this heat? Criminal. 

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futureflash:

He stopped and watched and thought. The kid was entirely too calm to be of the ‘normal’ sort. He was up to something. Sharper than he looked, that was for sure.

Sav tipped his head to the side, turning fully to face Goro as he looked him over. “I wouldn’t call it trying to scare you,” he said. There was an edge to his voice but it wasn’t fear. It was closer to caution. Without knowing more about who this person was he didn’t feel comfortable playing his entire hand. (Evidently he had learned a thing or two from his run-ins with Snart over the years.)

“I’d call it honesty. You should be scared of me.” There wasn’t pride in his voice, as would be expected from the villain stereotype. It was softer, more muted than that. He sounded more resigned than proud.

“As for what I’m looking for…” he trailed off. What was he looking for? Certainly nothing that could be found in the night, nothing that could be acquired with SSR, or saint fragments.

And so, he bluffed. “I’ll keep that to myself.”

Bicoloured eyes slid back over to Goro. They’d drifted to a spot just by his right ear, lost in his own mind for a moment before he drew back to himself. “The saint fragments are scattered throughout the city. Not just here. There are easier places to look. Safer ones. You’re not here because of this scavenger hunt,” he guessed.

Something prickled at the back of his mind. Danger. There was danger here.

The stranger doesn’t seem entirely malicious, to his credit. More wicked things would bait and tempt, in search of prey that they may take advantage of in the future. This scarred man, on the other hand, does the opposite - he’s trying to push him away. He even seemed to give up in his attempts to intimidate him - at least, for the moment.

Still, there is something here, the reason why both of them are in the middle of the night, away from the comforts of a crowd. What kind of detective would Goro be, if he were to shy away from such a mystery?

“I’m afraid you have yet to convince me of that fact. I may not look like it, but I can take care of myself well enough.” He hasn’t broken the habit of carrying a gun with him at all times, even he is in possession of far deadlier weapons to protect himself. Personas can be so flashy though, it’s almost a surefire way to attract nearly the entire city block.

“If I may take a guess… You said earlier that the night is where certain kinds of people come forth. People who want to die, or people who want to cause harm.” Goro continued his observations, falling back to old habits in investigation. There is nothing accusatory in his tone - at least, not yet. “Would I be wrong to assume that you wanted to find such individuals?” 

And if so, for what purpose? The saint fragments would be nothing of concern to this stranger, given his own words. If he had another agenda, it would be something entirely different.

“Those messengers say that there is more worth to be found in a road less traveled. It is our mission to obtain them, but they left out an important fact.

“It is also a distraction. I was hoping to see if they were planning something behind the scenes as everyone runs around in search of shiny rocks.”

[kougaown-blog]

The world has fallen to calamity. All that once was is no more. And yet, humanity persists still. Magi and scientists have found a means of preserving the souls of living beings, allowing them to be spared from their untimely demise. Through the power of the GRAIL, a new world was created. One meant to house the billions of souls and allow mankind to start anew. However, do they truly have that right? Should those who had been ordained to meet their end by fate, be allowed a second chance at life? This world itself disagrees. And as such, Masters have been called upon to fight. With their Servants by their side, they fight not against each other, but against the world that seeks to reject their very existence. Struggle. Conquer. Survive. This is a war for life.

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