#and in ryujis case he imagined it so hard he had trouble coming back to reality and answered a question wrong. oh my god

[arcsin27]

Hashino leaves persona and suddenly ren’s sexuality is up to the player and not just straight in every playthrough. Fascinating.

[volvolts]

trying again. im gonna talk about my ocs. its pretty long and kinda incoherent idk

first start with robin

idk how to make the picture smaller so im sorry

- her name is robin wright and she’s 17

BACKSTORY

- her mom is a cyberneticist and her dad is a neurosurgeon. they do research on cyborg’s disease and have a company that makes prosthetics. they’re really rich because if it

- robin also had a twin brother named ronan (she’s the younger twin btw). he died when they were 15 because he had a rare case of cyborg’s disease in the brain. his death was so traumatizing for her that she doesn’t remember the months surrounding his death. she doesn’t even remember the funeral

- after ronan’s death, robin’s parents put her into isolation for two years. they pulled her out of her classes and activities and she barely got human interactions during this time

- eventually she had enough and begged to be allowed out which they do--as long as she has a bodyguard with her at all times. the problem? robin had a hard time getting along with most of them. in fact, ryuji is kind of a last resort. if she doesn’t get on well with him, she’ll most likely be isolated until further notice

random facts

- she’s really smart, a natural genius you could say. she was on her third year in college before she was pulled from it (she’s studying to be a neurosurgeon like her father). she’s one of those organized highlighter/color coded note takers too

- robin is a very compassionate person and is compelled to help others as much as she can. 

- stubborn and determined, she’ll pursue nearly everything and won’t back down until she has answers. sometimes she doesn’t know when to stop and accidentally oversteps her boundaries. it’s not because she’s needlessly nosy but because she wants to know the whole story before she can help them

- she has a overactive imagination and would end up thinking up outlandish ideas to fill in the blanks of things she doesn’t know

- robin is one of those people who’s polite and reserved if she doesn’t know you but will talk your ear off when she’s comfortable with you

- she closer with her father, which is why she’s studying the same subject that he works in

- both of her parents are incredibly successful and she’s expected to do something similar so she has a lot on her shoulders

- she hasn’t worked a day in her life but she has unusually strong endurance and stamina

- she has a dog! he’s a golden retriever and his name is beck. he’s an old dog and she loves him very much 

next is ryuji

- his name is ryuji lor and he’s 22

- he also goes by “ryder” (technically he’s supposed to go by that throughout most of my half-baked story because he never told anyone is real name but that’s beside the point)

- he’s a quarter japanese and three quarters se asian (not really sure what kind yet but im thinking somewhere within the vietnam/laos area)

BACKSTORY 

- a bit of TW: FAMILY ABUSE in this passage so skip if it bothers you:  his mom got pregnant with him while she was in college and because her boyfriend bailed on her and stress of the pregnancy and burnout she dropped out and went back to her family. she was seen as “the good one” of the family and was expected to get a good job to get her family out of poverty however when she came back they were incredibly bitter that she “failed” and would verbally and emotionally put her down. They also blamed ryuji because if he wasn’t born then she wouldn’t have dropped out and he was often ostracized because of it. 

- fortunately he and his mom left when he turned 5. they lived in a small apartment and had to get lots of help from neighbors and friends to make ends meet (mostly to babysit ryuji while his mom worked). ryuji vowed to get smart and get a good job to give his mother the life she deserves (and partly because he feels a part of her really does hate him and he wants to make it up to her somehow because if he doesn’t, was he just a parasite like what his aunts and uncles said?)

- when he turned 10, his mom got married and how he has two moms. they’re hard on him but it’s from a place of love so he tries his best to be a good son by studying and staying out of trouble

- at 17, ryuji has a bit of hope ahead of him. he has a part time job, good grades, and maybe a scholarship if he could qualify. suddenly he’s diagnosed with cyborg’s disease in his eyes and arm. they can’t afford either of his surgeries, let alone one. and that’s not going into the prosthetics and rehab afterwards. at night when they think he’s asleep, ryuji hears his moms arguing about how they’ll be able to afford any of it and what they’ll have to do to pay for it. 

- he can’t take it anymore. he runs away

- he ends up in a city he doesn’t recognize and is just allowing himself to die but he gets saved by irving, a back alley repair doctor. he gets prosthetics thanks to her but is now in a massive debt so he works as her assistant and also finds other jobs on the side to repay it

- his backstory is getting really long so things happen in ryuji’s attempt to make money and he ends up also working with ace, who leads an organized crime group, as a handler whose job is to fight/intimidate/kill whoever. 

- a sudden coincidence also ends up working as robin’s bodyguard which starts everything. honestly he’s didn’t want to do this job at first but robin’s parents are willing to pay a good amount of money and it allows him to have time away from his jobs with ace

random facts

- he’s left hand but learned to be ambidextrous, however he’ll usually default to his left hand

- he wore glasses when he was younger (near sighted; it was super bad but he didn’t like it)

- he’s afraid of dogs. it’s not a full on phobia but they make him uneasy because of a childhood thing. (he’s more of a cat person and maybe pets a few stray cats that come across his house every once in a while)

- he doesn’t like people staring at him. he feels self-conscious because of the scar on his face and the shadowed bags under his eyes and people staring at him don’t help

- ryuji is really good with prosthetics repair and can go into in-depth discussions about the mechanics of it all; he actually really enjoys working on it and actually helped design his own arm

- he’s really smart but he had to work really hard to get there and because he never finished his education, he doesn’t really think he is either

- ryuji tries to give off a “i don’t care about anyone” bravado to try and distance himself from everything. but he really cares. like a lot. the few people he has in his life right now, he’s ride or die for them

- ryuji works himself to death to ignore his problems. he’s afraid if he stops moving, he’ll buckle under the pressure and stop forever

- he has a knife hidden in his prosthetic forearm which he will use if he feels threatened. (it’s probably a stiletto knife or something idk yet)

- ryuji is an early riser; waking up at 9 am feels like sleeping in to him. he’s not even that much of a morning person, its mostly out of habit

then there’s castor

- his name is castor oda and he’s 24

- he’s japanese

BACKSTORY

- he lived in a really strict and controlling family who owned a business where he had his entire life planned out for him up to who he was going to marry. he’s always been angry about it because he has older siblings who will take over the company and it’s clear that more of a control and image thing than anything else

- when he went to college, it was his first time actually be away from his family and became friends with a guy named ben. 

- ben helped castor when his family kicked him out at 19 and gave him a place to stay until he could get back on his feet

- castor loved ben like a brother and is forever grateful for him

- ben mysteriously disappeared when they were 21 and everyone is pretty sure he’s dead but no one knows why

- castor wants to find closure on what happened because he’s definitely sure there’s something shady going on and he’s going to find out what.

- he’s an information broker, occasionally crossing paths with ace to relay and gather info but for the most part, castor has been working alone

- when he’s not doing that though, he works as a barista at a coffee shop

random facts

- he has cyborg’s disease in his right arm and when he lived with his family, he was deeply self-conscious about it

- he hasn’t spoken to his parents since they kicked him out but he still talks to his siblings sometimes; he’s the youngest child with two older sisters

- he always had an inkling that ben had romantic feelings for him, which was unrequited, and castor always felt a little guilty that he never reciprocated or that they never got to talk about it

- castor always wears his red scarf no matter the occasion or weather; he has more scarves but he just likes the red one the best

- people think he’s like calm and collected but in reality he’s an impulsive, emotional driven idiot just like the rest of us

- however he is the master of the polite business smile because of his strict upbringing

- he’s a rather disorganized person

next is irving

- her name is ellie irving and she’s 35

- she’s half black, half white

BACKSTORY 

- i don’t have that much solidified for her backstory yet so it might change fyi

- irving had been doing cybernetic research back in college but someone plagiarized her work and submitted their paper before she came forward

- because the paper was published before she published hers, SHE was initially hit with backlash of plagiarism

- eventually they try to sort it out but in the end, while she proved she didn’t plagiarize the other, she couldn’t prove that she came up with the research first and they just terminated the both her and the plagiarist

- she was barred from going into higher cybernetics research and honestly she’s still a bit bitter about it

- she went into prosthetics repair instead but still struggled to find work because of her alleged reputation, which many still believed she stole another’s work

- eventually she manages to open up a shop that specializes in prosthetic repairs and replacements

random facts

- she’s really harsh and aloof, however she cares in her own way

- honestly irving doesn’t believe herself to be a good person due to how she feels she let herself to bitterly sulk in her anger for so long

- she smokes a bit but she’s trying to cut back lately

- irving won’t pry if you come to her with a broken arm and you need help; she’ll fix you up and leave it at that and allow you to come to her yourself

- she’s incredibly observant and can tell if your lying with just a glance

- she doesn’t know that ryuji works for ace; she’s concerned when he seems more tired than usual but she doesn’t know how to pry

last one cuz im tired

his name is ace (i don’t have a last name for him) and he’s 32

- he owns an organized crime ring; im thinking he’s connected to something bigger and possibly something with the black market

- not much is known about him but he’s a charismatic man and has the intimidation factor 

- he flips his demeanor a lot. one minute he’s jovial and kind then the next he’ll give you thinly veil threats. he mostly does it to keep people on their toes so it’s a power thing

- begrudgingly he’s the closest thing to a father figure ryuji is gonna get

- also the jacket ryuji always wears? it’s a gift from ace

and that’s all i got so far! i have a lot more ocs but i don’t have have a lot of backstory for them yet. let me know what you think of these guys and feel free to ask questions!

[phantom-thieves-imagines]

Chapter 1- Let the Game begin  (Akira Kurusu x reader)

Could you write a scenario with Akira and female! Reader, where she is a shy and quiet girl from the Real world.. and one day, she suddenly meets her video game crush, Akira, for real after completing his game with the true ending? From the Reader's POV? Please?

I might make this into a long running fic, oh boy here we go

female reader ofc, tried to make her as general as possible 

and by ‘readers pov’ i assume you mean first person, sorry if that’s not the case, but enjoy 

Please let me know what you guys think of this ! Feedback is my kink oof :0!

-mod goro

Spoilers for p5 

Wake up, get up, get out there

Ryuji nudged Akira who smiled. “Yeah.”

Raise your voice against liars Feed your anger like fire

Akira opened up the hatch at the top of the bus, the wind whipping at his hair vigorously.

Why does nobody want change?

He stared out onto the sea, the road, the clear blue sky and the world. He smiled, hands on top of the bus, feeling the wind blow through his hair, the sun on his face, enjoying the world for what it was.

Just imagine you're out there Swatting lies in the making

Akira looked towards the blinding sun, a happy look on his face as he spoke a wordless goodbye to everyone.

Can't move fast without breaking

The bus zoomed off into the distance, and that was it.

If you hold on life won't change

---

I put my controller down, tears flooding through me like a fountain. Happy yet sad.

It was over. My journey, helping Akira had come to it’s conclusion- he was finally free. The game that had taken over 100 hours of my life. The game I cried, laughed, felt fear and anger with was now completed. 

Wow.

It was late at night, though I doubt I’d get to bed any time soon. I went online, ranting about the game to people, warmth spreading as I scrolled through pictures or comics of the characters who were practically my friends.

It was a bit melodramatic, how slow things grinned to a halt even after the console was turned off. My mind was storming. With the game, the events, the characters...it all was overtaking my system.

What happened to Akechi, Akira, Yusuke, Haru, Ann, Futaba, Makoto- it was all flowing into me, like my whole body was living to process and revolve around them.

The bad parts too. The ones that weren’t perfect, the ones that could have used some tweaking or correcting. How I would have changed details in the game. If I was in that situation.

Overall- It was an amazing experience, winning my heart- or maybe taking my heart would be a better choice of words. 

By the time I finally did (reluctantly) close my eyes it was well past midnight. I’d be dead on my feet at school tomorrow and I wasn’t looking forward to it. 

Troubling enough as I went to lay down I couldn’t help but feel...uneasy.

Not as in a monster hiding under the bed type of unease, but unease as in my body didn’t accept sleep or the conditions of my sleep. It was like floating in the water- parts of me above and the others submerged. The two sides were fighting over which one was superior. Above. Below. Above. Below. Constant, calm fighting. It unnerved me.

And then suddenly it just.

All.

Dissipated.

.....

...

..

.

This story is a work of fiction

Or is what is intended to be.

For many it is considered a fiction, but for many more it is their form of reality.

In turn, how can any of us prove which things are a reality and which are not?

My bad, I am getting off topic.

The only thing required is an acceptance of your form of reality and....

Your mind 

Are these terms acceptable?

.

..

...

....

I jolt from my reprieve with a gasp. The pounding of the blood in my head is so loud that for a few moments it stuns me. I guess the pulsation prevented my eyes from noticing anything. My touch comes back first.  Smooth, wet bumps from the pavement run along my finger tips. Speckles of sand are dusted between the cracks in the rock, they stick to my palm when I pull it away. The next thing that comes back is my sight, blurring into focus like a camera. It’s dark out, the outlines of the nearby building illuminated with a blue neon hue, further back in the distance a golden streetlight shines in a cone-like shape in an intersection. There’s a boy standing nearby, hoodie pulled up over his forehead so I can’t see much of him. I only realize there’s another person standing right in front of me when he snaps his fingers in front of my nose. Then, sound.

“Hey! Kid? Can you even hear me?” His voice is gruff, a clear umbrella hooked over his shoulder, the rain rolls off of it in memorizing streams. 

It takes me two blinks, out of confusion and because of the watter dribbling in my eyes before I find my voice again.“Ahh...?”

The man makes a clicking noise. “Damn...” he bites his lip, before reaching out his hand. “Here, let’s get you out of this rain. Hey, Kid, help me out.”

The one with the hoodie helps the other man drag me up. I nearly fall down instantly. The man curses, letting go of the umbrella to use both of his hands. 

They half drag half help me down the street underneath the overhang to a wooden door. The man fumbles with his keys, there’s barely any light over here other than that coming from inside, just enough to let me see the glasses that hang on his nose and the scruff of his beard.

The door opens and we all scuffle in, soaked. 

Hoodie-boy sets me down in one of the booths, water dripping onto the leather seats below. 

“Man, what were you doing out there?” the bearded man asks, I turn, as he rumbles through the cabinet, pulling out towels. He tosses one to the other boy, who catches it mid-air.

“Uh...I...” What....was I doing out there. I try my best to remember. Everything feels so, otherworldly. Like I’m not really in my body, just floating above it. I try to think. Try to remember why or how I ended up nearly drowning in the rain in the middle of the street. What I was doing before that. I run through every possibility I can think of before I give up. I simply don’t remember.

“Let’s start off with something easier then.” He bearded man hands me a towel as he wipes his neck, pulling up a chair to the booth. “What’s your name?”

The boy removes his hoodie from his head and like lightning, I remember.

“Akira?” The words come out of my mouth before I even think about saying them.

The bearded- no, you know- Sojiro, quirks an eyebrow. “Akira? That’s your name-”

“Ah, no. Uh, it’s-” Wait should I even use my real name? I mean...I don’t think there’d be a problem with it but still I-

This is persona 5. My chance to be a different person. A chance to start from a fresh beginning.

Next to the Sayuri painting- or where the painting should be, there are a bouquet of Roses. Crimson red in color. They remind me of Akira. Similar to the flowers that you saw Haru grow, crouched low and her breath fanning the petals. Roses were beautiful and elegant. The flower itself was silk to the touch and the thorns were rough and would pierce skin. You had to cradle it gently, holding it in your hands in a right way otherwise you’d harm yourself.  Rose.

“Call me Rose.” 

---

And hour and a half of explaining (or at least trying to) why I was alone in the rain, Sojiro thinking about what to do with (another) soaking wet child in his cafe, and a stern talk of ‘no funny business’ later I found myself laying on Akira Kurusu’s bed, doing the best to dry my hair. 

“My name’s Kurusu Akira.” He had said, when Sojiro had left out in the pouring rain to run to his house. “Nice to meet you, we could have maybe met somewhere drier.” A smile lined his words. Complying with Sojiro’s words he was also suffering, or soaking with me in the bottom floor of LeBlanc. Water dripped down from his black locks onto his glasses, he frowned and then removed them, wiping it dry with his towel before resting it on the wooden counter. 

“Nice to meet you too.” I murmured. The amount of force it took me not to run out in the rain again and scream was overwhelming. The boy (who I may or man not have forced to go to the bathhouse more times than necessary because I wanted to see him with just a towel wrapped around his waist) that I had spent months playing as, and knew his motions like the back of my hand, was sitting in front of me, shaking the water from his ears. 

Oh crap. This is real isn’t it.

Akira mother fucking Kurusu is real, and he’s sitting in front of me. I need to say something. Jesus I need to say something I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t. 

Yet my mind was short-circuiting. Every breath I took seemed to take more effort than necessary, my hands twisted with themselves, confused as to what to do and I needed to move otherwise I’d start twitching. 

Anxiety curls itself around my neck, like a snake, it refuses to let go. 

“Since you don’t remember a thing I guess you’re gonna be rooming with us for the night.” he finally said, breaking the silence. “Hope you don’t mind that.” Despite his light words he was still studying me, sizing me up with a serious look on his face.

“I’d rather be here than outside and catching pneumonia.” He laughed lightly at that,  Oh good god. He was even hotter in person. His hair curled back around his glasses, half wet. 

The cafe is just like I remember it. It’s interesting seeing it from another angle but the layout seems more or less the same, the ceiling fans spinning slowly, round and round and round. 

Round and round, as the hands of the clock tick and endlessly count down time.

Tick tock, tick.

“What....day is it...?” I ask slowly. 

Akira looks at me with something mixed between concern and skepticism. “April 13th.”

13th. The volleyball rally at Sujin happened today. Which means tomorrow will be gathering information from Shiho before she...

“Okay, thank you.” I said quickly. 

That all happened within a span of an hour. Now I’m laying on Akira’s bed, as he takes the hard spot on the not-so comfortable couch. His glasses are off, laying on the desk by his feet as he has his arm tucked under his head as a pillow. He’s wincing at his phone and tapping. I assume to Ryuji, who else would it be.

I sniff the clothes Sojiro gave me- long pants and a tank top, probably Futaba’s. The though of the girl holed up in her room, living in her own filth and blocking out every sign of natural light. The girl who drowns in her mind and grief daily. Every waking moment thinking about joining her mother.

I grit my teeth. I make a mental note to save her as soon as I can. 

“Hey.” Akira says, shifting. “I’m heading to sleep, wake me if you need anything.”

“Okay.” I say, because I can’t think of anything else. What are you supposed to say to a person who just a few hours ago- was nothing more than a bundle of code on a cd? 

He rests easy, eyes shutting as he whole body relaxes.  His chest expands and contracts slowly, in the dark of the attic it’s hard to see but it’s there none the less. 

This is everything I could have wanted- Akira existing, being real in the flesh and blood and finally being able to tell him just how much he means. When people beat him down with rumors and  to yell and plead with him to get back up. After everything this rotten world has done to him to finally be able to gently sooth his aches. To finally see his monotone mask fall and to see the emotionless protagonist slip away and show his agony.

I bite my cheek hard, resist the urge to slap myself. That’s just wishful thinking. I have a whole other huge ass problem as is why the fuck am I here and how am I ever gonna get back home.

I wish I was more worried about it, but I’m not.

I guess? It’s because I know my world, the one where I was trapped in my shell constantly. Where there are no such things as personas or changing hearts- that there is really no hope for us. That I’d rather be in a world where at least I know there’s a chance of this world being good.

I hope, I know. 

Akira’s breathing settles, and I fall into a dreamless slumber.

Late into the night, unbeknownst to the world, a phone, my phone, lights up.

The hypnotizing red eye appears, then is gone.

.....

....

..

.

I point at him. Steady my hand. It’s an easy thing to do, really.

Take aim. Kill the murderous, filthy, insane traitor. 

“It’s okay.” he croaks. His eyes are glazed, he’s in pain but he’s doing a good job of hiding it. “We both knew this would happen, at some point. 

I don’t think I don’t want to think.  Don’t want to think about the events that lead to this. My own actions that caused his destruction.

How ironic, Yaldabaoth would know to cause my demise from my greatest joy.

Destruction what a funny word.

“I’m sorry, Akira.” 

I am a ghost. I shoot.

[scaberix]

Effort’s Origin ─ Momotarou Onzai SSR

Momotarou has been chosen to be the one to talk to a professional chocolatier during the event “Eden du Chocolat”; he’s done his researches, but somehow something seems to still be missing.

Tsubasa: Good morning. I received the sample magazine with the photo shoot you did the other day. I’ll hand them over.

Tatsuhiro: It’s with those who shot for the Valentine’s special edition.

Momotarou: Let me see... Oh, the photos have been taken well.

Hikaru: That shoot was reaaally fun~! I tasted chocolate fondue for the first time!

Kazuna: Fufu, even after the shoot was over, you ate it, Hikaru.

Hikaru: Well~ it was so good.

Momotarou: Indeed, I also tried hot chocolate for the first time and it was more delicious than I imagined.

Mikado: If that's the case, let's make it at home next time! It'll be my Valentine's day chocolate gift for you, Momotasu! ♪

Hikaru: Uwahh.....

Mikado: Hey, Hikarun, what's that? Hot chocolate is the perfect drink to relieve a tired body! Mikado: And, overseas, on Valentine's day you don’t exclusively gift people of the opposite sex!

Momotarou: Is that so?

Mikado: To those who take care of you every day; seems like there are many cases for giving out tokens of appreciation.

Hikaru: Eeeh! I see!

Mikado: Besides, it’s mainstream for men to give gifts to women.

Momotarou: I see. It might become a story for this upcoming event.

Tatsuhiro: You mean, “Eden du Chocolat”?

Momotarou: Yeah. Besides the live, there’ll be a talk.

Mikado: To be able to appear on the biggest chocolate event nowadays, I’m so jealous.

Kazuna: They’ll also let us sing the theme song of the event, so I'm psyched up.

Tsubasa: The lessons will start next week, so I guess you two will be busy, but I’ll be in your care.

Kazuna: Yeah. We’ll also be in your care, Sumisora-san.

Mikado: If necessary, I’ll bring you a snack.

Hikaru: Sounds nice~! Ah! Pizza, I beg you!

Tatsuhiro: Oi, you’re not going to play around.

Kazuna: Fufu, thank you everyone.

Momotarou: You’re a big help.

Tsubasa: Masunaga-san and Momo-kun feel enough motivated. I will also have to work hard!

___________

Momotarou: Leader, how about we take a break?

Kazuna: Yeah, let’s. It won’t be good if we push ourselves.

Yuuta: Ah! It’s Tsubasa-chan!

Tsubasa: Good work, everyone! Is your dance lesson for Eden du Chocolat going well?

Ryuji: It’s coming together. But rest assured it’ll be perfect by the time of the actual thing.

Tsubasa: I’ll look forward to that. This, I brought you some snack, help yourselves.

Yuuta: Thank youuuuuu~! Woah, pudding! Which one would you like, Ryu-chan?

Ryuji: Mmh, maybe I’ll go for the strawberry one.

Tsubasa: Sorry, Momo-kun. Can I have a bit of your time?

Momotarou: Yeah, sure.

Tsubasa: It’s been decided that Momo-kun will have a talk with one of the chocolatiers displaying at the “Eden du Chocolat”.

Kazuna: You mean, as a part of the promotion for “Eden du Chocolat“?

Tsubasa: Yes, it’s like that. I’d like to ask you to do it, Momo-kun, by all means.

Ryuji: Eeh, aren’t you a lucky one.

Momotarou: Yeah, thanks.

Yuuta: By chocolatier, you mean the person who makes chocolate?

Momotarou: That’s right. Pastry chefs specializing in chocolates.

Kazuna: It’s a profession that you usually don’t get involved with, after all, seems like we’ll be able to hear interesting stories.

Yuuta: I wonder if they’ll show us how to make delicious chocolate!

Ryuji: Yuuta, even if they show you, you won’t make it in the same way.

Yuuta: Ehh, really? Momo-chin’s cooking is quite good, so if he learns the recipe, I tought he’d make some for us~

Momotarou: Still, I want to try and use this opportunity to make delicious chocolate.

Kazuna: Do your best with the talk.

Momotarou: Yeah.

___________

Tsubasa: Sorry, the recording has been delayed. It’ll take about 30 minutes to start.

Momotarou: Understood.

Mikado: It’s okay, we don’t have much to do after this.

Tsubasa: Thank you.

Momotarou: ....

Tsubasa: It feels like Momo-kun is especially looking at his phone today. Tsubasa: What is it that you’re looking at so eagerly?

Momotarou: An interview article about the chocolatier we’re going to talk to.

Mikado: Momotasu recently has been looking into everything about this chocolatier.

Tsubasa: Is that so?

Momotarou: I wanted to know about the other party before the interview.

Mikado: An idol and a chocolatier... At first glance, there's absolutely no contact point.

Momotarou: Yeah. I roughly have a grasp on his interview articles and background, so what’s left is... Momotarou: ....

Tsubasa: What is it?

Momotarou: Tsubasa, once the recording is over, can we stop by somewhere?

Tsubasa: Yes. hat's absolutely fine...

Mikado: All things considered, Momotasu is very eager in his studies.

Tsubasa: That’s true. I had no idea that he would go all the way to the shop of that chocolatier.

Momotarou: I wanted to eat what he made before the talk.

Mikado: As expected from you, Momotasu! I’ll also have to take you as an example.

Tsubasa: Fufu, I think you two are already working hard enough. ... Ah, the shop we were talking about, it’s in this in this area.

Mikado: Oh, you can see a great queue over there.

Momotaru: That’s the shop of a chocolatier for you.

Mikado: Heavens! This chocolatier seems to be more popular than we thought.

Tsubasa: Yes. With a crowd like that, it might be better to refrain from buying now.

Momotarou: But......

Mikado: If they find us, we’ll get into trouble and it may cause inconvenience to the shop.

Momotarou: Right....

Tsubasa: Then, let’s go back to the car.

Momotarou: ... Tsubasa, wait a moment. Momotarou: ....

Tsubasa: What’s up with Momo-kun watching the people lined up in the shop...

Momotarou: ... I see.

Mikado: Something’s up?

Momotarou: No... I'm sorry to have kept you both.

Tsubasa: No, it’s okay. Tsubasa: Don’t tell me, has he understood something?

___________ 

Tsubasa: The talk with the chocolatier is proceeding in a nice atmosphere. Tsubasa: A well prepared outcome.

Momotarou: So, why did you aim to be a chocolatier?

Chocolatier: Let’s see... I felt the charm of chocolate that makes people smile with just one drop. Chocolatier: Chocolate is the ensemble of all the skills and sense of taste of a craftsman. Chocolatier: It took me quite a while to make one I could be satisfied of.

Momotarou: I believe there were things you couldn’t come up with, but was there something that made you keep going after repeated trials and errors?

Chocolatier: There was. When making it, I only thought how much I wanted to make those who’d eat it smile. Chocolatier: For that reason I do my best!

Momotarou: I see. Momotarou: Actually, I went to the shop the other day. I couldn’t buy anything because of the big line. Momotarou: Everyone was lining up happily. I understand quite well how your chocolate grabbed your customers' hearts.

Chocolatier: I am quite embarrased.

Momotarou: Me too, as an idol, struggle a lot. Momotarou: But, if I think about my fans’ smiles before me, my strength goes up. I can understand that feeling well.

Chocolatier: After all, there is nothing better than that. Let's make "Eden du Chocolat” successful together!

Momotarou: Yes....! It was nice to talk with you today.

Tsubasa: I see. Momo-kun was watching the customers’ expressions that time.

___________

Tsubasa: It was totally a nice talk!

Momotarou: Yeah, I was able to hear an interesting story.

Tsubasa: It seemed pleasing that the chocolatier was happy to talk to you Momo-kun. Tsubasa: Surely, it was because Momo-kun had prepared well in advance.

Momotarou: I’m glad that what I looked up was useful. Momotarou: Besides, I’m happy he felt the same way about wanting to make someone smile. Momotarou: Even though they are different professions, there are things in common as well.

Tsubasa: That’s true.

Momotarou: ... I’m glad I gave this talk a try. I feel that my desire to make “Eden du Chocolat” succeed became even stronger.

Tsubasa: I’m glad to hear that. I’ll also support you to the fullest!

Momotarou: Yes, please. Momotarou: Speaking of which, Mika said that on Valentine’s day men give gifts to girls, right?

Tsubasa: Apparently, that’s common overseas.

Momotarou: I can't give chocolate to those who come to "Eden du Chocolat”, but... Momotarou: I want to deliver a performance that makes those who see the stage smile. Momotarou: Because there are people watching us, we can stand on the stage. Momotarou: It’s pretty obvious, but it made me think about it again.

Tsubasa: That's very lovely.

Momotarou: And, I’ll make you smile as well, Tsubasa.

Tsubasa: Eh-?

Momotarou: You’re always the closest person to believe in me. You’re important to me.

Tsubasa: Momo-kun...

Momotarou: I’ll feel calm if Tsubasa greets me with a smile after the stage is over. Momotarou: You made me think that there’s no mistake in what I’ve been doing.

Tsubasa: Thank you. It means a lot to me to hear that from you.

Momotarou: The day of the stage, watch closely.

Tsubasa: Will do!

[ask-the-phan-site]

Phan Cam: Mystories and Memories

REMINDER: In Japan, the novel coronavirus, COVID-19, is going around. Now keep in mind that this takes place in a fictional version of the world where things are a little different, but some real-world problems do happen here. So please forgive us if this brings up any hurtful subjects.

>The Kudo Residence in Beika. Me, Fox, and Queen come here to help Crow with a case. When we arrived, we were met by someone.

Ah, you’re here. I hope you didn’t have a hard time.

It was no trouble. You must be Hiroshi Agasa. Akechi told us you would be waiting for us.

Professor Agasa: I am. I guess you’re here because of Adam.

We are. Shall we?

Professor Agasa: Yes, come in.

>We come inside. In a large library, we found Crow and two others. The oddly dressed one was clearly Adam. The other was a young man with glasses and a reserved face. Crow said his name is Subaru Okiya and that he also resides here.

Akechi, your friends are here.

So glad you can make it.

Yes. When Ren said you needed help with a case, Makoto wished to come as well. I also had nothing else to do at the time, so I thought I should come as well.

Subaru: That’s probably good. I think we could use an artist. Maybe you could tell us about this.

Fox: I don’t know much about weapons, but I do sense something about the art.

Queen: I know I’ve seen it before, yet I still can’t explain the feeling about it.

You and me both... And I think it’s suppose to be mine.

Joker: It would seem that way. You must be Adam.

Adam: I am. I just wish I could tell you more, but I just can’t remember. I keep trying, but I just can’t get anything.

Crow: Except all the stuff we just told you.

Adam: That I might be from this Eternia you told me about? I guess it might be true. I can’t imagine anyone else in this place dressed the way I am.

Subaru: Which I still ask, why are you still dressed in that? You wouldn’t wear the clothes we gave you when you left the hospital.

Adam: I don’t know. I’m just more comfortable in these ones. Besides, someone might recognize me with them. But after hearing what you said, that doesn’t seem the case.

Crow: Yeah, this has really left me quite stumped. I’d ask another of my fellow detectives, but they have their hands full at the moment. So I asked you to come and help. If anyone could get a better perspective of the situation, you can.

I’ll see what I can do.

Adam: How? What can you do?

Joker: Well, thanks to Makoto, I’m pretty good and some counseling. I’m also good with understanding courtesy of my guardian, Akechi gave me some detective advice, I’ve also become wise in giving them as well, being around a doctor has given me some medical skills, a reporter taught me to be resourceful, I got smarter with a shogi player, a politician has made me good with what I say, and a wall-crawling superhero helped with science. I’m sure that can help.

Adam: After hearing that much, I suppose.

>I take out a book where I put the Eternia flower in to preserve it.

Joker: Does this flower mean anything to you?

Adam: (taking the flower) I think it does. It seems a little familiar. It brings an image to mind.

Joker: What kind of image?

Adam: I can describe it. But I”m not sure how anyone can picture it.

Joker: Then it’s a good thing Yusuke came with us.

Fox: (taking out his art pad) I’ll see what I can do. Just describe it as best as you can.

Adam: I’ll try.

>Adam describes the images he can picture just from having with the flower. Among these images were of a man and a woman (most likely his parents), a young woman with warrior skills, a man in some kind of armor, some dwarf with magic, a green tiger, and several men with great power. He also described several things that seemed disturbing, such as a wicked sorceress, a half-man half-beast, a man with one eye, and, most disturbing of all... A living skeleton with great and dark power. He also describes a large palace, a large jungle-like forest, and even oceans.

Queen: That sounds like a really beautiful place. But at the same time, dangerous.

Crow: What about you, Yusuke?

Fox: I managed to get down this palace. Look.

Adam: Yeah... Yeah, I think that’s how it looked.

Professor Agasa: It seems we’re making progress.

Subaru: Hold on, I get the feeling there’s still more. From what I’ve heard, you spoke more.

Joker: He’s right. Can you tell us a little more?

Adam: ...

>Adam seemed hesitant.

Joker: Take your time. We’ll wait.

Adam: I just... I just...

Crow: It’s alright, we’re here.

>Adam nods and closes his eyes again.

Adam: There’s... There’s this place. A castle. With a... Skull face on it. It had... power.

Crow: What kind of power?

Adam: I think... I think the skeleton man wanted it. Those people... The... The Masters of the Universe... They’re trying to stop him from getting it.

Queen: And what else?

Adam: Of all the Masters, one of them stood out the most... The strongest and most powerful of all.

Subaru: Who is that?

Adam: ... I... I don’t think I want to talk about it.

Joker: Remember, we’re right here. And take your time.

>Adam takes a deep breath.

Adam: He was the strongest man in the universe. A man who got his power from that castle. With the help of a good sorceress. I think... I think there was something else about him.

Joker: Like what?

Adam: It’s about... It’s about who he really is.

Joker: Who is he?

Adam: He was... He was... NO!

>Adam snaps open his eyes and leaps out of his chair. We all ready ourselves in case he does anything. Then, he spots the sword. He grabs it and tries to throw it into the fireplace which was alight.

Adam kin, stop it!

He’s right. We’re here. Just put the sword down. Now!

>Adam was quivering... Then throws the sword down on the floor. He breaks down in tears. Queen goes over to him and tries to calm him down.

We’re here. Just calm down. Breathe and calm down.

>Adam calms down and gets back to his seat.

Crow: I think... We should stop for now.

Professor Agasa: That’s probably a good idea. Here, Adam, I’ll take you back to your room.

Subaru: I’ll work on something to eat. Will you be staying?

Crow: I suppose we can. It’s almost curfew.

Fox: Me and Ren will also stay.

Queen: I’ll call Sis and let her know.

>Professor Agasa takes Adam and the sword to Ada’s room, Subaru goes to the kitchen, and Queen goes someplace to call her sister.

Crow: What have you got, you two.

Fox: I managed to draw out what Adam described about this castle he spoke of. Here’s what I have.

This actually looks accurate. I know I’ve only ever heard of it, but still.

Joker: I just wish we had more to go on. But come on, it’s not like the answer we’re looking for is just going to ring in.

>Suddenly, my phone rings.

Like that?

>I answer my phone. It was a video phone.

What’s up, you guys?

Pidge?

Crow: It’s been a while.

Pidge: First off, I hope things are going well on Earth. I heard what happened.

Crow: Things are getting a little better. Though, it will still be some time.

Pidge: I hope so, Hunk and Lance are getting worried. Now, on to the matter at hand. Have you guys ever heard of a planet called... Eternia.

>Our jaws drop. We then show Pidge the pictures.

Pidge: (confused) I’ll take that as a yes.

Joker: Why would you want to know?

Pidge: Someone from that world has gone missing. His family and friends are getting worried.

Crow: This missing person. His name wouldn’t be Adam by any chance, would it?

Pidge: (shocked) Yes, it is! How did you know?

Well...

>We explain the whole story to Pidge as best as we can. When we were done, he was worried and excited at the same time.

Pidge: Listen to me, you need to keep a close eye on him. And since he lost his memories, he’s going to need it.

Crow: It sounds like Adam is really important.

Pidge: Well... You might want to sit down for this.

Crow: (as we sit) What is it?

Pidge: (taking a deep breath) His full name... is Adam Greyskull, Crown Prince of Eternia.

Joker, Fox, and Crow: FOR REAL!?

Pidge: (thinking to himself) Ryuji’s rubbing off on them.

>Meanwhile in Adam’s room, Adam is sitting on his bed. He was in disarray.

Adam: Adam... He-Man... I’m...

>To be continued...

[ask-the-phan-site]

Phan Cam: A Superior Suspicion

>Shujin Academy. First day back after Summer Break.

>Homeroom.

Welcome back, class. I hope you all had a nice summer.

>The class agreed.

Becky: Today, I would like to start class with a question. Now, look at this kanji.

Becky: Now most of you already know, this means “shark”. Here, we pounce this kanji as “sam-eh”. But when written in romaji, it’s spelled as a completely different word from the English language. Does anyone know what that word is?

>She looks around... Finally, some raised their hand.

Becky: You?

>...

This word is “same”. As in things that are alike.

Becky: Correct! However...

You being here makes it feel like the same old days when you were under probation.

Joker: ...

Becky: I know, I know, it feels natural being here since you’ve been coming here for a year. Never mind, just as long as you behave yourself, I’ll just tell them that your old school is having some trouble and sent you here to finish your studies. Anyway, yes, in English it would look like “same”, which is pronounce with the silent e at the end making the a say its name. If you ever get confused about shark and same sounding the same, if you pardon that, have a look at this.

Becky: Just imagine that this is the dorsal fin of a shark sticking out of the water. And those lines at the bottom are its back fins. Okay, now, for the remainder of the lesson, write a full page essay on what you did over the summer.

>Luckily, my level of Knowledge should help me make something up so I won’t have to add all the Phantom Thief activities. Except for the Dream Festival and the End of Summer since those things actually happened.

>The courtyard at lunchtime.

I can’t believe it. We just had the greatest summer of our lives and now it’s over.

Well, you have to admit, this summer was unforgettable. Especially you turning into an alien.

Skull: And made a new friend on the way.

And encountered a dangerous cult. With a third rate hacker.

Sounds like something I should have seen.

Skull: I’m sure you’ll see Overflow soon.

By the way, Sakamoto kun, how was New York?

Skull: It wasn’t exactly how we expected.

Joker: Why? What happened?

Skull: Well, at Coney Island, Black Cat stole the prize money from a hot dog eatin' contest... Which Miles won. Pete, as Spider-Man, had to go after her. At the ball game, some moron called Tinkerer tried to sabotage the game so his team would win. Spider-Man managed to stop him, but Aunt May thought he was bad luck and asked us to leave, mostly to check on F.E.A.S.T., which wasn’t so bad because, to our actual luck, Captain America and Captain Marvel were there visitin' the younger homeless there. Next, the Ross Caliban concert was almost canceled because someone kidnapped Ross Caliban. It turns out it was Hammerhead so he could sing at his son’s birthday party. Spider-Man, me, and Akechi saved him, along with a selfie, but we couldn't go back to the concert.

Royal: That sounds like you and Akechi kun had a hard time.

Skull: Well, it wasn’t entirely bad.

Joker: Why?

We made a new friend at camp.

Panther: Really? Who?

We... Can’t really tell ya. But I’m sure we’ll see him again someday.

I’m sure you will.

Royal: I almost forgot, it looks like it’s not just Persona 5: Royal that will be coming out.

Joker: I know about Persona 5 Scramble: The Phantom Strikers.

Panther: First a game where we dance, then a game where we are in another dimensions, both of which we might have little memories of. Though, we definitely remembered the dancing. And now we have an Action RPG?

Oracle: Well look on the bright side...

There’s a chance it won’t be delayed like a certain other action rpg we know.

Royal: Now that’s a mean thing to say about Kingdom Hearts III.

Panther: I wonder if it’ll be like a Kingdom Hearts game. I know I saw the footage, but it’s still a bit hard to believe. A lot of us grew up on that game.

Skull: I’m still pissed about what happened to Sora at the end.

Joker: We’ll see him again soon, Ryuji. If there’s one thing we should know about Sora, he’s not the type to just up and die. He’ll be back, just like he said.

But just to be sure, I’ll have to have a little talk with Tetsuya Nomura... Or that guy from the other cafe.

What do I have a bad feeling on both accounts?

>Time passes and the bell rang to end school for the day.

Joker: Hey Ryuji, wanna train today? I was originally going to do some people watching with Yusuke, but he got chosen for duty today and can’t make it. And Makoto, Haru, and Akechi are busy with their studies.

Skull: Normally I’d say yes, but I got a follow up interview with KUROFUNE today. Maybe tomorrow.

Joker: Ann?

Panther: I’ve got a photo shoot today.

Oracle: And I promised Sojiro I’d help him and Diego at the cafe today.

Royal: And I have gymnastics practice.

Admin: I’m available. I’ve actually been meaning to gather some information about any criminals.

That might be a bit too much. But thanks, I’ll come.

Sweet! Let’s go.

Oracle: Take care of him, Nishima.

>Admin sighs in frustration over what Oracle keeps calling him, but just laughs it off and we head off.

>Akihabara. Me and Admin walked around trying to gather information on potential targets... Nothing. But we did some nice stuff from the capsule machine.

Admin: Guess things are good here for now.

Joker: I’m sure something will come up. The Phansite is still up and I’m sure something will come.

I know. Thanks.

>Admin checks his phone.

Admin: We’ve been walking around for hours, I guess we should eat before going home.

Joker: Alright. But let’s eat at the diner. I’m in no mood for having hot coffee spilt on me or my omelet having too much ketchup.

>We were just about to leave when we heard someone calling... It was Shinya’s mother. She looks worried.

Mrs. Oda: You!

Joker: Me?

Mrs. Oda: Yes, you. You’re the one my son spends time with.

Joker: Yes, I am. Why, what’s wrong?

Mrs. Oda: You haven’t seen him, have you?

Joker: No. Why?

Mrs. Oda: He was suppose to be home from school. I thought he probably went to the arcade like he normally does. We moved above there since they renovated. But he wasn’t there. I even asked his friends. I also though he probably went to the hospital to visit Yuta since his brother or whoever he is to him won the money for the operation. He’s not there either. Which Yuta’s unhappy about.

Joker: What do you mean?

Mrs. Oda: I spoke with Yuta’s mother. They’ve set the date for his operation. It’s very soon. Yuta was hoping to ask Shinya something.

Joker: What?

Mrs. Oda: (shaking her head) She said he would only tell Shinya. But we can’t find him anywhere.

Joker: Have you tried calling him?

Mrs. Oda: I did. It just goes to voicemail. I even tried asking at his school. His teachers said that he left school as the bell rang. No one had seen him since. I’m about ready to call the police.

Joker: Hold on. I have a friend who might be able to help. If that’s okay.

Mrs. Oda: Right now, I’m willing to try anything.

>I take out my phone and contact Oracle.

Futaba, can you help with something?

What’s up?

Shinya Oda is missing. His mother tried contacting him, but now answer. Do you think you can track his phone?

I’ll see what I can do. Good thing I brought my laptop.

>A little later.

Got it! I’m sending you the location now.

Thanks, Futaba.

>With that, I get the location on my phone.

Mrs. Oda: Well?

Joker: It looks like his phone is near Miura Beach. Let’s look there.

Mrs. Oda: Right.

Admin: I’ll stay at the arcade in case he comes back.

Joker: Right. See you.

>With that, we leave.

>In the summer, Miura Beach is crowded with people. But now the summer was coming to an end and autumn fast approaching, there were very few people still here... We really need to remember to come back here next year. Anyway, me and Mrs. Oda arrived.

Joker: Okay, the map says that Shinya’s phone should be right over...

There!

Mrs. Oda: (a bit surprised) Well... I guess... It’s no surprise that a legendary gamer would want legendary ramen.

Joker: Try calling again.

>Mrs. Oda takes out her phone and calls... We hear a ringtone inside the truck. We check inside. We find a backpack with Shinya’s name on it. And near ti... His cap. We look inside the backpack... His phone with at least a dozen messages from his mother.

CRAP!

Mrs. Oda: That’s it, I’m calling the cops.

>Shinya where the hell are you?

>On a hidden ship out at sea, Shinya comes to.

(if you’re wondering why he has his cap on when it was left behind, that’s because this is the only sprite there is of him) Wh- What happened to me? I remember the legendary ramen truck. I knew I had some money and some time, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to stop for a bit. Damn, I should have known it was odd. The legendary truck never stops unless someone catches it. I got in, got some ramen, eat some of it and...

Ugh! I just can’t remember.

>Shinya tries to get up... But he feels something painful on his back.

Shinya: OW! What the...

>He feels his back. It was...

What!? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?

>It was... A shark dorsal fin.

????????: Ah, I see you’re awake at last. I know it was wrong to hijack a legendary ramen truck, but still, for my research.

Shinya: What... What did you do to me?

????????: I merely gave you half of my serum.

>The man then walks into the light.

The rest is right here. Don’t worry, this won’t hurt... Much.

>Shinya tries to back away from the man, but he was too strong and quick and grabbed Shinya and injected him with something. After that, Shinya started writhing in pain.

Mad scientist: Amazing! The legendary gamer, Shinya Oda. You have been playing Gun About for so long, you might actually become skilled with a real gun. And combined with this serum. This... Gene Slammer, I might actually create the perfect being that I, Dr. Anton Sevarius, would put this serum’s original creator, the ‘great’ Dr. Luther Paradigm, to shame. You see, the problem with our creations... Is who we chose for it. We chose random people... But now I’m choosing more carefully.

Shinya: (still in pain) What’s... What’s going to happen to me?

Dr. Sevarius: Rest assure that when the pain is over... You will be beautiful.

Shinya: (now in the greatest pain there is): No... N-

NOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

>With that, Shinya falls.

Dr. Sevarius: Such drama... I love it.

>Suddenly, someone comes in.

I don’t feel right about mutating a kid, but if it means we can make the Pack stronger, we’ll try anything... Can a shark even be part of a pack?

Dr. Sevarius: Normally, a group of sharks is called a frenzy. And that’s why we will be creating this new group of fighters. Our... Pack Frenzy.

Wolf: I see. By the way, Jackle-

Voice from outside: (clearing thought)

Wolf: (groan) Captain Jackle said we’re approaching Fission City. I can’t believe this ship got us here so quickly. Where did you say you got it from again?

Dr. Sevarius: Just something Halcyon Renard won’t miss... Especially where he is now.

>Meanwhile, in a riverside warehouse in New York where the ship is suppose to be...

Well... This can’t be good. Miss Anastasia won’t like this... If she ever comes back from one of her long trips.

Worker: What do you suggest we do, Mr. Vogel?

Mr. Vogel: ... Get me Elisa Maza.

>Back on the ship which is now really close to Fission City, California.

Wolf: I don’t understand. Why come here to Fission City? What about those Street Sharks who live here a lot?

Dr. Sevarius: Think of it this way... No gargoyles.

Wolf: That’s something, I guess.

>Hearing this, after the pain finally stopped, Shinya breaks free of his chains and knocks the two men aside. He runs out of the room and jumps off deck into the water and swims to the city ahead.

Wolf: That can’t be good. I’m going after him.

Dr. Sevarius: Don’t bother. Where will he go? He’s a stranger in a strange land... and sea here.

Wolf: What about the Street Sharks?

Dr. Sevarius: ... Go after him.

>Then, with a loud howl, Wolf changes.

Believe me, I will.

>Fission City. Shinya Oda, once a regular boy who was really good at shooter games, was now roaming in a place he has never been before... But he does know of it.

Shinya: (at his mother’s request, we will not be showing him as a shark/human being, use your imagination) If this place is Fission City... Lena... Damn, if only I had my phone.

>Shinya looked around and spotted a phone booth and goes to it. He finds a phone book. Keep in mind, Shinya is still learning English, so finding what he’s looking for in an American phone book is difficult. But, after a little struggling, he found what was looking for. Lena Mack. Her address was with it.

Shinya: Got it!

>The apartment of young scientist, Lena Mack. Lena Mack was just about to go on her morning run when...

Shinya: (calling from the bushes) Psst!

Who’s there.

>Shinya comes out of his hiding place.

Lena Mack: (surprised) A shark!?

Shinya: Lena onesan*.

Onesan=big sister

Lena Mack: Wait... King bo*? Is... Is that you?

Bo=used for babies or young boys.

Shinya: I could use a little help. Can you take me someplace.

Lena: I know a place.

>In a sewer like lair, Lena introduces Shinya to her friends, Bends... and the Street Sharks.

I don’t believe it! We finally lock up Piranoid for good, then someone comes along and copies him? And does it to a kid? Taking him away from his mother just like that?

I know you’re upset, Jab, but we can fix this. We still have the antidote we used on ourselves once.

I don’t know, you guys. I’ve heard of this Sevarius guy from a friend of mine in New York. If what he says is true, there’s a chance he’s probably expecting us to use the antidote and made it so it wouldn’t work, or worse.

Then what are we suppose to do?

Bends: I suppose telling someone won’t work. This guy might try to do something if we do.

Then we’ll just go after him. We’ll make him pay for what he did.

Streex: He’s got the Pack with him. And they’re probably prepared for us... Makes you wish those gargoyles were here right now. But still, we can’t let this go by. If we want to be sure that if he really made it so the antidote doesn’t work, we need to get it straight from him.

Lena: How do we do that? Convince him to have a change of heart?

Shinya: ... Actually, that’s exactly what should happen.

Lena: You know something?

Shinya: I do. All I need... Is the Internet.

>Ripster takes Shinya to the computer and he begins typing away.

Shinya: Phantom. Aficionado. Website.

Ripster: The Phantom Thieves of Hearts? I guess that might work. If this guy isn’t heartless as people say he is, they might help.

Shinya: No, I can tell he’s definitely heartless... But I think I know a target for them.

Bends: Who?

Shinya: A member of the Pack, Wolf, he sounds like he genuinely didn’t like that Sevarius mutated a kid for his plans. Maybe he’s our ticket.

Jab: (smiling) I actually like the way you think... Kahuna.

Shinya: (puzzled) Kahuna?

Jab: Yeah, gotta call your shark form something. Going by your real name might cause problems. I thought of Kahuna ‘cause you’re the big man where you come from. Plus, you managed to escape from your kidnappers and swim all the way here.

Shinya: Kahuna? ... You know, I actually like that.

Big Slammu: Glad you do

>So, Kahuna, begins making his request... What’s going to happen next.