recolle | SPOOKY HAUNTS AND TRAILS

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WHO: the infamous nasty crimeboy, Akira Kurusu, and you!
WHERE: Places in Recolle
WHEN: Spooky Month of October
WHAT: EVENT STUFF and mundane stuff if it comes up. if you would like to plan anything, hit me up via

halloway or hei#2323 on discord.
WARNINGS: Persona 5 spoilers for last boss battle and late-game conspiracy unveiling. Will update when necessary!

NOTE!! You can leave an empty comment with the subject header of your choice or even RANDOM for something unlisted/miscellaneous (lighthearted) and I'll write the prompt. For nightmares, it may skip around and make no sense very much like how actual dreams are.

nightmares

[ When you enter the dream, you're engulfed by darkness until you hear a deep and unfamiliar voice. It speaks in a language you are most comfortable with. ]

The contract has been sealed...

You have agreed to provide the Trickster support
in his journey to oppose fate and seek change.

CASINO
It's filled with a variety of gamblers from talking fish to actual people. Shadows are also gambling? But they're aggressive due to their mass losses. There are several elevators and it seems like the treasure is on the VIP level.

If you choose to enter the CASINO, you may appear outside of the structure or on the first floor in costume and mask. Akira will accompany you in his Joker outfit.

VELVET ROOM
Are you a prisoner? Or a keeper? You can stand behind the bars with Akira, withstand the abuse and rebel alongside him, or on the opposite side—ushered by two wardens and a man with an elongated nose to carry out discipline. Rehabilitation is important.

If you choose to enter the VELVET ROOM, you may appear inside or outside the cell. Your attire will change into prisoner wear or officer uniform respectively.

MEMENTOS (SPOILER)
In the city of Recolle, you notice there's something strange. People walk past the blood red rain and the towering skeleton pieces. The irrelevant become forgotten. The forgotten vanish. Is it your hand that's disappearing? Or is it Akira's?

If you choose MEMENTOS, you'll be in your normal attire or in your underwear. Whichever your character feels less attractive in if you want. Once again, Akira is beside you.

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fog

[ Akira has been having a hard time with his nightmares. Some of them he remembers bits and pieces (all useless), but he's thinking a jog in the ungodly time where the thick fog rolls in is a good idea? Unfortunately not... He ends up running away from one of these three tormentors in his pajamas. What's with his luck?

As he looks behind him, he crashes into someone. Sorry. ]

TWIN WARDENS (SPOILER)
Their names are unknown to you, but they're two girls with silver hair with a single golden eye (an eyepatch covers the other). As attendants of the Velvet Room, they have this ethereal aura to them, even menacing as they shoot various skills into the fog.

"Come back here, inmate! You can't hide forever!"

"You're only delaying the inevitable."

IMPERIOUS ANGEL (SPOILER)
An angel appears with an abstract body shape. Wings scaling wide and halo spinning over its head, it spreads its several hands that hold instruments. With the rise of the triangle, the angel rings it with a clear ding. In a matter of seconds, a flash of light magic strikes near.

"I am what humanity desires. Why oppose me?"

You can hear the sneer in its voice.

GOLD PIGGER
This silver piggy bank may seem cute, but it's also massively large and rolls without end. What does stop it from rolling are valuable items. Throw something expensive and it'll take a break to appraise it with a series of oinks. The one in control is a half-fly guy throwing out some mad rhymes.

"Yo yo yo! You think you can just walk into my neighborhood and disrespect me like that, dawg?"

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wildcard

[ THROW ME WHATEVER! Baby haunts from the new ghosts or even the Retrospec Maze! Even anything normal. ]

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[Crap. That did not work as planned. It's a good thing that Akira swipes the fireball, because Elliot froze a little when he saw the fire coming at him. Flames are not his friends. ]

Akira!

[That looked like it hurt. To help out, he'll bang his staff against the ground. It rings out like a tuning fork, and a golden light will appear under Akira and Elliot - granting Akira the power of regeneration for the next few minutes, as well as any hits he takes will hurt less. They'll still hurt, but like, 25% less.

He'll then reach out his hand to help his friend up from the icy concrete. Only fair since you know, he's the reason you're down there]

[ Well, he'll take any damage mitigation when it comes to elements and magic... He only has physical resistance. Sitting up, he rubs the back of his head in obvious pain. Ahhh. Taking Elliot's hand, he makes sure to keep Yoshitsune positioned in front of them to cover them. The samurai ]

Thanks...

[ The Shadows aren't going to let this opportunity pass. Even with Yoshitsune's threatening presence, the Succubus attempts to land a charm spell... That probably works on only Akira. Fortunately, he's still able to switch Yoshitsune out to Satanael again and cast Megidoloan, a giant bright mass of energy that drops on their enemies like a bomb.

The Shadows are still alive!! But they seem worn down. ]

She's pretty cute, right...?

[ Help. ]

[Once Akira's back up, he'll make sure to stay behind Yoshitsune. Yes samurai, you be a good shield. He'll channel and cast another water spell, this time aiming for the devil on the toilet. It used fire right? Surely water would be effective.

And. Yeah.

About that charm spell.

When Akira says that, Elliot will look over with complete confusion, because uh, she's trying to kill them???]

What?

[He is way too gay for it to have an effect, sorry Miss Succubus]

[ The toilet demon goes down with a gargle. It's only the Succubus and Pyro Jack left. Akira is scratching his cheek like he's having SUCH A HARD TIME deciding who to attack next. This lovely succubus? Or this weird snowman that keeps talking trash.

With a ziodyne from the samurai, Jack Frost goes down with a "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This won't be the last time you see me...!"
What's left is the seductive woman with wings, winking over their direction and he's so weak to this suddenly. ]

Do we have to do this to her...? We seems to lovely.

[ So lovely that she's willing to kill them. Gesturing with a finger, she's asking Akira to come over so she can burn him into a crisp. Unfortunately, she's also a fire Shadow. Please stop him because he's smitten enough to take a couple of steps already. ]

L-Lovely?! Akira, she's trying to kill us!!

[At least the snowman is gone, but what in the world is Akira thinking?? He definitely heard that lady say something about burning Akira to a crisp -- was this some kind of spell??

Well he rather Akira didn't die, so to try to stop Akira in his tracks? He'll move in front of him- blocking his path. I mean, sure it'd be easy for Akira to move another way - but it'll stall!!

This brings him close enough to the succubus that instead of trying to cast a spell, he'll swing his staff like a lacross stick. Three magic water bubbles come racing out- straight at her. Surprisingly, they should do damage if they hit]

But... we can? She... Life as we would be so lovely? Perfection.

[ Is he even speaking English? Akira can't seem to talk properly right now at all as time passes by. But the Succubus screeches like she's melting at the touch of water. She reaches out to them with this menacingly look, filled with pure hatred. "How could you do this to me?! I was a model...!!!" There's a sharp gasp from Akira as it all goes down—fear THAT HIS LOVED ONE (who is Goro Akechi again) IS DYINg

and

done. He's back to normal, looking confused as ever. There's a halt in his straight beeline, but now he's looking at Elliot then squints ahead. God. Why? ]

Sorry... Again.

[ Nervous laughter. ]

[He's not, even going to acknowledge that mangled attempt at English. It seriously sounds like Akira's mouth got overtaken by Google Translate.

He'll watch the monster go down, feeling a liiiiittle bit bad about it, until he reminds himself oh yeah- it was a fog monster trying to kill them. But when it seems like it's safe, his hand will go to his chest as he takes in a deep breath - leaning forward as he put his weight on his staff. His heart feels like it's racing, monster fighting sure was pretty tough.

But at least Akira seems back to normal]

I-It's okay. Are you alright?

[ Akira wished he got a rush out of that!! But no, blood rushed to his head instead. Fiddling with his bangs, he's embarrassed because he remembers the senseless jabber he said earlier. What the fuck was he trying to say? Why was he so enamored with her? He has a boyfriend and—Elliot had to see all of that.

Guh. ]

Yeah... What about you? I hope I handled some of them.

[ Let him examine you? Do you need healing? Not that he can heal you, but... ]

[Well you're the leader, you could always command him to heal himself or something. But no, he's fine. He just looks pretty drained- all the magic casting he's had to do tonight is starting to take its toll. He's still pretty new at magic, after all.]

Haha, somehow I made it through...

You hope? You took care of that snowman! And you did some serious damage to the other ones! Don't you remember...?

[ That isn't how it works in Persona 3, okay? That takes a lot of time to think about stuff when you can just assign roles to people!! He's glad to see that Elliot is fine, but they are... Exhausted. I mean, they're in their boxers.

Summoning Satanael so many times has also put a strain on his own body, too. It's fine. Their house is a couple of steps now. ]

Yeah, but... Still. I could have hurt you under that spell.

[ Kill for Love. ]

[Thank goodness home is in sight. He'd had just about enough for this fog]

You didn't. And that would've been the spell's fault, not yours.

Besides, I'd likely regenerate anyway, so.... [he gives a little shrug of his shoulder. What's self-worth can you eat it]

... I don't think regenerating really makes it better.

[ Elliot? Elliot. Akira is starting to see that you have a problem here, but won't talk about it since they need to enter the house. Kicking off his shoes, he hops onto the nearest couch. ]

Would it be too much to ask for something to eat? [ Guhhh. ] ... Also, I'm guessing you've received some memories alongside those items of yours recently, right? They're from Retrospec.

[ Why don't you tell your roommate a bit as they destress? Don't ask how he knows. ]

[Wow, he's totally fine idk what you're talking about. He follows in after Akira, kicking off his own shoes and placing them neatly by the door. He'll make a b-line for the nearest armchair, slump into it with that his staff laid across his lap. Oh man, he's so glad to be home.]

Huh? Oh sure- [He glances at his phone to see the time] I think it's late enough for an early breakfast. Pancakes or Omelets?

[Just...yeah, give him a moment to catch his breath and die a little over here.]

Sorta? I actually got this student notebook with my stuff- it had instructions on how to make it work. [Handy really, because how else would you think to use a flip-phone for magic] Though I have been getting memories from running into stuff in the fog.

Let's do pancakes so I can help you out.

[ He can at least make pancakes... With cat art on it. Maybe he should show Yusuke how to do it, but then they might not be able to eat their pancakes "because it's for viewing."

For now, they can rest. Akira doesn't want to move just yet for some pancakes, but the idea alone is nice. He can practically smell it. ]

... Instructions? [ SERIOUSLY?? ] That's really convenient.

[ But he's less keen on the fog stuff. His tone of amazement drops— ]

And those have been okay, right?

Oh, okay! It'd be fun to cook with you!

[Just don't mind him taking pictures of your cute cat pancakes. Be great for his Instagram that's entirely about praising his friends and musical instruments.]

Yeah, it's been a huge help! The other me went to a school that taught that stuff, apparently.

[Though he's not too thrilled it was a military school, but...well, he's not there now. And he hesitates at that question, because no. No they have not been okay]

...Ha. Well I'm still alive so far. I just hope the fog ends soon.

[ Akira also takes pictures of his own pancakes for his Instagram. I'm sure they follow each other at this point. Anyway, he's glad to hear that it's all fine... While he can see that the fog has spared Elliot his life, he's more relieved that his friend hasn't succumbed to vicious memories.

At least by the tone of voice. He can't tell otherwise—like shit man they're exhausted as hell. ]

So... Like a wizard school?

[ Are you Harry Potter? ]

[Pls. With his hair, he'd be another Weasley]

Aha...that would be cool, wouldn't it?

[Going to a wizarding school, like every kid who read those books dreams about. That sure crossed Elliot's mind when he first got the staff, but...he lets out a sigh and shakes his head.]

No. It was a military school. Thors Military Academy.

[ But would he be a dead one—Akira blinks once. Twice. Then picks himself up to go to the fridge so he doesn't stare too long. Let's start on that batter. ]

You don't... Seem the type. No offense. That seems more like your friend's deal.

[ He's talking about Eren. ]

[I mean with all the protags who have vowed to protect him...yeah he's toast.

That reaction? Actually makes Elliot laugh weakly. He'll pull himself up and follow, leaving the staff leaning against the wall as he goes into the kitchen. It's not hard to guess which friend he's talking about. ]

Eren? He's my boyfriend, actually. You're not wrong though...

[He'll walk over to the cupboards to start taking out the necessary bowls and pans.]

I'm probably there because of my family. My aunt and uncle's wanted me to join the military or the police for years, even though I'd be terrible at either one. [He let's out a sigh] Guess even magic can't solve some problems.

Edited 2017-10-25 05:09 (UTC)

[ Elliot and Akira are on wavelengths now. Akira pulls out the ingredients for his roommate, letting him make the batter with his magical (literally) fingers. He rests against the kitchen counter, slouching a bit.

And almost FALLS? A boyfriend? Oh damn. Does he say congratulations? What if they've been together for 3 years? That would be awful to say, then. He'll. Keep quiet. Don't make a fool out of yourself again, Kurusu. ]

There are different roles in the military and police force that you can probably fill, but... [ Hmmm. ] You're happiest playing music, right?

[He'll get started on the batter. He's done this so many times, it's basically habit now. And Akira you could always ask how long they've been together, you know, like normal people do...]

Yeah, that's right. [Playing music was the only time he felt right] Not marching songs though. I hate those things.

[He normally wouldn't admit that, but there's been more than one person to try to persuade him to like the military because those things. What twisted creations.]

That's... They're really dedicated to their expectations, aren't they.

[ Nervous laugh. And no that's weird what kind of person asks about how long couples have been together what if you ask and then the next day they break up what is the point?? With the batter up and ready thanks to Elliot's chef expertise, Akira turns on the stove and places two pans, then vegetable oil so nothing sticks.

Where's those blasted squirt bottles they have? He hopes no one ended up putting ketchup or anything in it. Filling it up, he starts drawing little cat faces first. ]

I'm glad that you're following your heart though. It takes a lot of nerve to do that.

Y-Yeah... [He gives a little sigh] They're good people, really.

[They did take Elliot in, and they did help people. They just...didn't fully know how to handle a kid that was very different from what they expected.

Also if Eren and Elliot broke up, you better be prepared to listen to over a month of very sad violin music. With Akira making those pancakes, Elliot will take his turn to lean against the counter to watch. Oh, those are skillfully made.

The compliment however, makes him pause, then shake his head.]

...Nerve I don't actually have, you mean. The only reason I've gotten this far is because of my brother and Eren. My brother works so hard to support me, and Eren's always encouraging me. Meanwhile, I can't even bring myself to declare a music major because I'm worried about how they'd react.

If it was just me? I'm sure I'd be back in Queens, enrolled at some police academy my aunt likes. Or a military school, like my other self.

[ Ah... So Elliot hasn't changed his major yet. Akira assumed that he already enrolled in music, maybe composition or performance emphasis, but hushes up to listen. The pan sizzles as he adds the rest of the battle, letting the fluffy pancakes cook under the depreciating story.

Akira looks over to his friend before lowering his eyes back to the pancakes, flipping both over when they're ready. ]

But aren't you still trying? You could have rejected their support and stick with your relatives, never having the chance to even dream of doing any kind of music. You would be living the life they chose for you.

[ He's sure if Elliot had no nerves at all and accepted his relatives' pressure, he wouldn't be here. ]

It takes small steps—one decision at a time.

[Elliot's silent for a moment, the only sound coming from the sizzling pancakes, as he thinks over Akira's words. They seem to resonate with him a little, at least. Small steps, huh?]

...Yeah, maybe you have a point.

[He sighs]

It's too bad I can't just tell them about having magic. They might stop worrying about me doing something "important" if they knew I can heal people. [He gives a weak laugh] B-but they'd probably think I've gone nuts if I even tried telling them, huh?

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