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[OPEN] NOVEMBER CATCHALL.
WHO: Momo and you!
WHERE: All around.
WHEN: Throughout the month of November!
WHAT: Quests, mirrors, miscellanies.
WARNINGS: None atm— I'll update if there's anything notable!
QUEST 32 : THE PLAGUE.
a.
[ He's sick.
He knows what this is, because he's pushed through it before: nausea, headaches, aching joints, pressure behind his ears. When he breathes through his mouth, he tastes that tar-thick illness sitting at the back of his throat. When he talks, he can feel how his voice wants to break between each syllable.
It's bad. But it's not unbearable.
It is, however, enough of a physical burden that someone who meets up with him on the regular might realize that he hasn't rang in a while— that, or someone who talks to him routinely might notice that he cuts conversations a bit faster than usual. He's missing from the streets in the same way that someone who pays enough attention might notice that their local grocery store's changed their looping smooth jazz soundtrack to elevator music; his absence is subtle, and largely insignificant.
Still, he's around. At home, he's in his room with a book he'd pilfered from the library, lying on his side on the bed. If anyone comes knocking, he won't realize until they're standing next to him, bedside— he'll blink and sit up, eyes slightly unfocused before he laughs and looks embarrassed. ]
Sorry, sorry— ahh, you can't sneak up on idols when they're not camera-ready...!
[ If he's out and about, he'll be curiously devoid of emotion until he spots someone he knows. The transition from neutral to cheerful takes a second, but he gets there. A little rusty, a little creaky. ]
...Hey! Look at all this snow! It feels super nice, huh...!
[ Maybe because he's burning up??? Jesus, Momo. ]
b.
[ Or maybe your character's the one that's sick, and Momo's the one that's plodding over for a gift delivery or some soup delivery. Either way, he's here and at your doorstep, hands full and brows downturned. ]
Go lie down, okay? Let Momo-chan take care of things today, no sweat.
MIRROR, MIRROR.
[ Here's what Mirror Momo is: he's an asshole. But here's what Mirror Momo isn't: he's not a liar.
Maybe you're over for a house visit, or maybe you've caught Momo doing his laundry outside, or maybe you've caught Momo looking for food to eat. Either way, at some point, that stupid mirror finds its way into the conversation in an intrusive way: whether it be through its sudden appearance, or because Momo's stuffed it into the front pocket of his sweatshirt in an effort to keep it from spooking him.
Mirror Momo talks a lot of shit. Throughout, he's terminally upbeat. Always, always smiling.
Listen closely, and you'll probably hear a lot of unflattering truths about 'Momose Sunohara'. Oops. ]
(( catchall for November! ♥ feel free to PM me or to shoot me a PP via Plurk (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
deuil) for anything more specific. if you're hitting up the mirror portion of the log, i'll write up whatever Mirror Momo is saying at that point in time— feel free to leave a blank toplevel and i can hit you up with an insecurity that Momo's nursing! ))
WHERE: All around.
WHEN: Throughout the month of November!
WHAT: Quests, mirrors, miscellanies.
WARNINGS: None atm— I'll update if there's anything notable!
QUEST 32 : THE PLAGUE.
a.
[ He's sick.
He knows what this is, because he's pushed through it before: nausea, headaches, aching joints, pressure behind his ears. When he breathes through his mouth, he tastes that tar-thick illness sitting at the back of his throat. When he talks, he can feel how his voice wants to break between each syllable.
It's bad. But it's not unbearable.
It is, however, enough of a physical burden that someone who meets up with him on the regular might realize that he hasn't rang in a while— that, or someone who talks to him routinely might notice that he cuts conversations a bit faster than usual. He's missing from the streets in the same way that someone who pays enough attention might notice that their local grocery store's changed their looping smooth jazz soundtrack to elevator music; his absence is subtle, and largely insignificant.
Still, he's around. At home, he's in his room with a book he'd pilfered from the library, lying on his side on the bed. If anyone comes knocking, he won't realize until they're standing next to him, bedside— he'll blink and sit up, eyes slightly unfocused before he laughs and looks embarrassed. ]
Sorry, sorry— ahh, you can't sneak up on idols when they're not camera-ready...!
[ If he's out and about, he'll be curiously devoid of emotion until he spots someone he knows. The transition from neutral to cheerful takes a second, but he gets there. A little rusty, a little creaky. ]
...Hey! Look at all this snow! It feels super nice, huh...!
[ Maybe because he's burning up??? Jesus, Momo. ]
b.
[ Or maybe your character's the one that's sick, and Momo's the one that's plodding over for a gift delivery or some soup delivery. Either way, he's here and at your doorstep, hands full and brows downturned. ]
Go lie down, okay? Let Momo-chan take care of things today, no sweat.
MIRROR, MIRROR.
[ Here's what Mirror Momo is: he's an asshole. But here's what Mirror Momo isn't: he's not a liar.
Maybe you're over for a house visit, or maybe you've caught Momo doing his laundry outside, or maybe you've caught Momo looking for food to eat. Either way, at some point, that stupid mirror finds its way into the conversation in an intrusive way: whether it be through its sudden appearance, or because Momo's stuffed it into the front pocket of his sweatshirt in an effort to keep it from spooking him.
Mirror Momo talks a lot of shit. Throughout, he's terminally upbeat. Always, always smiling.
Listen closely, and you'll probably hear a lot of unflattering truths about 'Momose Sunohara'. Oops. ]
(( catchall for November! ♥ feel free to PM me or to shoot me a PP via Plurk (
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[ Dry laughter... ]
—Hey, they didn't hurt you or anything though, did they?
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[ She sure said that brightly, and to her, it's really that simple. Nothing's broken or bleeding, so she's fine. ]
But I'll worry about that later. I think a jail break's in order first.
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Sunny as Momo is, things still patently piss him off. This is one of those things. ]
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...You should worry about that soon! After we break out.
[ HEIST HEIST HEIST! ]
Do you have a spoon...? Are we digging ourselves out?
—Or maybe I can be the sexy bait....???? [ what ]
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... Huh. Well, she'll also think about that later! For now, she's extending her arm (once again with a minor wince, owwww) and shaking her head. ]
Save the sexy for people who can actually appreciate it. Here, back up a bit.
[ With a soft murmur of her Persona's name, Artemis takes form, turning her attention to the bars and very calmly sending a sharp wave of ice to simply-- slice through them.
The same will be done for Momo's cell and then Artemis simply shimmers out of sight, letting Maya step to freedom calmly. ]
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—he's awestruck. This is nothing like the VR events he's participated in, or the fantasy dramas he's gotten bit roles for; it's the real deal, with no CG or special effects for embellishment. Maya is a real, bona-fide ability user who can do everything that he'd only thought possible in movies.
Suffice it to say, he stands there dumbly for a few long beats. Looks back and forth between the broken cell and the fractured bars lying on the ground.
Maya really is amazing, isn't she? ]
—Haha, wow, I forgot to breathe...! [ Not a lie?! He almost wheezes this. ] That was all you, right...?! Phew, that was so cool that I forgot how to blink, too...! [ momo are u ok ]
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[ And as Maya turns towards the exit, the door swings open and in clanks a knight.
Who stops short at the sight of the both of them and some very broken bars. ]
... Quickly!
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—Got it! But the knight's blocking our only exit...!
[ Which means that they're going to have to plow through it, or create a diversion. Momo's pretty sure he could do the latter, but he's also pretty sure that it's not the best option. ]
Tell me what to do, chief!
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[ Oh, boy. Still, Maya's settling into Fight Strategist mode, which means-- ]
I'm going to try and draw him to the left and slow him down. When he moves, run. Or slide, I guess-- just get past him as fast as you can.
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So, instead of contesting, he bolts when Maya does. The knight shifts to address the greater of the two threats, as predicted, but Momo goes off-script the moment he slips past the enemy.
Instead of pitching himself towards the exit, he spins on his heels. Reaches for one of the fallen cell bars that'd rolled to the side, and
swings it as hard as he can at the ice knight's head. Wild child 'Momose', the 'mad dog' from all those years ago is back, if only for a second. ]
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... Yeah. That Momo. Just swung a bar at a knight's head.
Whaaat a world.
She'd stop to marvel at this a little more, but the knight is abruptly turning towards Momo to lash out, so Maya snaps out a hand, calling Artemis out once more. She'd been planning on maybe freezing its feet to the floor or creating a thick wall of ice between it and Momo, but now she's going to have to improvise a wee bit more.
Luckily, as she dashes towards the knight, Crescent Mirror is Almighty magic, and that seems to do plenty when it comes to making the opponent poof into a cloud of harmless snow. All the knight can do before it dies ("dies") is shove at her a bit helplessly, but then it's gone and all is well and--
Or not, because that simple shove/batting/what-have-you just made her keel over in a wincing ball.
Ah, Personas. ]
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That said, he has very little time to be impressed by the snow knight being obliterated, because there Maya goes... wiped out on the floor. His mood whiplashes from concentrated focus to high-pitched concern. ]
—Maya?!
[ WHAT THE HECK... PERSONAS... He's by Maya's side in record time, kneeling on ice-cold flooring. ]
Maya! Are you okay...?!
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With a grimace, Maya uncurls enough to briefly wave a hand in acknowledgment (look at how alive she is, how wonderful). ]
Fine... I'm fine. Eventually.
[ Nothing's bleeding, or broken, as before. Just. Ow. ]
Personas... all have a weakness. Artemis' is physical attacks.
[ A WEE SHOVE, EVEN. ]
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Personas... so that's what your power is called? Ahh, you can explain that to me later, though— here, let me...
[ A shuffle, and he stops. ]
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[ momose sunoHARA YOU IDIOT ]
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Up until he says that and both eyebrows shoot up. ]
-- Comment on my weight aside, you really don't have to.
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[ Upbeat as ever, even if he gentles into something concerned— a little apologetic. Instead of pushing the princess carrying issue any further, he scoots and kneels on cold ground. Offers his back. ]
And I know I don't have to, but I want to.
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[ ... And she kind of wants to turn down this offer too, but he'd just said he'd wanted to and at least this way, she can make sure Momo doesn't go around flailing at knights. Just in case.
So Maya sighs and moves a little painstakingly, shifting herself onto his back and wrapping her arms around his neck. ]
Drop me if I'm heavy anyway.
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Once she's settled on him, he adjusts and pulls himself up. Hands under Maya's knees, shoulders leaning forward.
He's surprisingly strong. ]
I'm not gonna drop you! What kind of monster do you think I am?! [ And... off he goes! Goodbye, dungeon... we hardly even knew ye. ]
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[ what that means, even Maya doesn't know. But here's to hoping they don't get nice and intimate with the dungeon for the rest of their stay here. ]
You're okay, though? It didn't hurt you at all?
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Me? Haha, I'm totally fine— as long as there's no scratch on Momo-chan's cute face, I'm golden. ☆
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[ solemnly.
Despite the fact that she can't see his face from this current angle. ]
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Don't say stuff like that when I'm piggybacking you, or else it's gonna turn into a real shoujo manga scenario!
[ Complete with sparkles and soft lighting. He bumps her a little against his back, using his foot to open the door in front of him and step out into long-ass halls. ]
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If I remember shoujo manga correctly, we're only in trouble if I've twisted an ankle and tell you all about how I've always been in love with you since the moment you caught me falling out of a tree. Or something.
[ Shoujo manga is so bizarre. ]
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Hmm... but can't this also be an otome game scenario where the protagonist finds an unlikely connection with the side character of the main route...?
[ This is so specific... ]
Maya... you might have unlocked the Momo-chan path...
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