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[ghostfromthemachine]

WHAT texting misfires
WHERE all the heck over
WHEN 92

[ it sure is convenient just getting a cell phone handed to you when you move in, right? modern technology is great. a bunch of you have probably made some attempt to learn how the thing works (if you didn't know already) and have made all sorts of friends you keep in touch with, so the sound of an incoming text message shouldn't be all that surprising... except a quick glance shows it's from a number you don't recognize at all. huh?!

as for the people who haven't bothered messing with it at all... well, sucks to be you! those of you in that category had better learn at least how to silence it, and fast. there are a lot of texts coming in, for some reason... ]

((LET'S HAVE SOME GOOD OL' WHOLESOME TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT SHENANIGANS FRIENDS. grab texts wholesale from the website, edit them, come up with your own, it's all good. feel free to put up multiple options too? follow your heart ♥))

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[artisticliberty]

[he smiles a little]

I have to ask. It would be quite shameful if a member of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts was arrested over a bowl of curry.

[clocked_out]

Was the 'of Hearts' part really necessary?

[artisticliberty]

Hearts were our primary target, so yes. We stole corrupt desires that had manifested into destructive and horrific actions in the real world.

[clocked_out]

And that—[Makes a vague gesture, leaning on the counter next to the stove] Fixed shit?

[artisticliberty]

It certainly changed things for the better. The culprit was able to realize the magnitude of their crimes and confess what they did. Without the Phantom Thieves... I might never have been free.

[he brings his hands up to rest his chin on them, hunching forward]

One of our targets was my former mentor and foster father. That was how I met them. I spent most of my life accepting the terrible things he did, excusing him out of some misguided sense of obligation, out of the fear that I had nowhere else to go... but I could not lie to myself forever. They helped me to realize that, and I swore vengeance upon him.

[clocked_out]

What—What happened?

[Dave just sort of, unconsciously, grabs the counter behind him. Keyed up to nearly vibrating between the sudden personal turn in the story and Yusuke's posture basically demanding a hug.]

/2

[artisticliberty]

It worked. I was afraid, at first, that I would be unable to oppose him, having owed him my life and livelihood for so long... but after seeing what sort of man he truly was--someone obsessed with his own wealth, willing to exploit and manipulate others for his own personal gain, a man who watched my mother die only so he could inherit her greatest work and pass it off as his own--

[yusuke's voice has taken on an icy tenor]

That man was not someone I was willing to forgive. We stole his heart, and he came to know remorse for the years of atrocities he had committed. He's in prison now, where he belongs.

[artisticliberty]

[... and then, he softens a bit]

I didn't have anything tying me to him anymore, after that. I will not say my life became easier after that, but... it was certainly better.

[clocked_out]

[Comes over to just, awkwardly pat his shoulder before scurrying back to stir the curry.]

As far as guardian ejection goes, that sounds pretty sweet.

[artisticliberty]

[yusuke blinks up at him for a second from the shoulder pat, surprised and caught off-guard]

... ah, I suppose. It could have gone far worse. I do feel quite fortunate for having made it past that as I did.

[clocked_out]

[Stirring curry is a very involving task.]

Your mural's related to that whole situation, right?

[artisticliberty]

[he chuckles]

Very perceptive. Yes, the figure I am painting is Goemon, my Persona. I awakened to him at that time.

[clocked_out]

Is that like—A manifestation of your brain in particular?

[artisticliberty]

I don't quite understand the nature of it myself, but... yes, in essence. Awakening to my Persona was like a revelation, a realization of my untapped potential.

Having one is also what allowed me to fight Shadows.

[clocked_out]

Huh.

Were you still doing it when you got yoinked over here?

[artisticliberty]

No. The Phantom Thieves have been disbanded for several months now.

[clocked_out]

[Makes an irritated noise]

So as soon as shit calms down you get tossed into this place. Fuck paradox space.

[artisticliberty]

[he chuckles]

I was thinking along the same lines, to be honest.

[clocked_out]

[shakes his head like, jesus. He's turned around stirring the curry so Yusuke can't see his face, but the hand not stirring taps an irritated beat on the counter.]

Sorry. It's so absurdly shitty. Like stealing your lunch money except it's your emotional well-being and sense of stability.

[artisticliberty]

... succinct.

I had grown accustomed to that life, so I had thought I would be able to face whatever excitement another dimension would have in store for me, but... without my friends, I do not feel so confident.

[clocked_out]

[Dave takes a breath, shoulders kind of hunching.]


... Same. But I guess I'm doing alright.

[artisticliberty]

How do you do it?

[clocked_out]

I try not to think about it too hard and just like, talk to people and establish interpersonal connections.

[artisticliberty]

[watching him closely]

Like what we are doing now.

[clocked_out]

[Nervous counter tapping. Does curry need to be stirred this much? Probably not.]

Pretty similar to what we're doing now, yeah.