APRIL CATCH ALL LOG [OPEN]

[deathboss]

WHO: Michel (Eikichi) Mishina and you!
WHERE: Around Town and other places too
WHEN: March (entire month)
WHAT: General log for Michel for the entire month. Water, Action! Adventure! Date Michel!
WARNINGS: Written as prose but feel free to reply as an action tag! Also warnings that Michel exists at all.

I -- The Merman of Pesgare(Pesgare Prompt)

Michel liked to think that once he got powers, he would be a superhero.

He was probably very wrong. Still, the situation at Pesgare didn't seem to frighten him all that much. Sure, he was completely freaked out when he suddenly plunged into the water unable to breathe, but as soon as the bubble was secured over his face, he seemed incredibly at ease.

Well he isn't going to question it for now. Once the dam was gone, everything would be fixed! It feels rather pleasant, actually! In fact as the hours go on, he doesn't seem to care or even notice that his arms have started to grow a number of scales. Or when he does, he seems to just chalk it to a side effect that will SURELY disappear once this is over.

But why would he?

At some point his shoes are discarded, as his feet became more webbed to match his hands. See? Pretty useful actually. Honestly, it was the bubble itself that was starting to annoy him. Maybe he should pop it?

Or maybe someone should come smack some sense into him.

II -- My name is Michel and Welcome to Jackass (Respatrum Prompt)

"My name is Michel and this is THE GREATEST VIDEO YOU'LL SEE ONLINE, BABY! Let's celebrate four million subscribers by doing a series of stunts!"

Others who are in the city might notice Michel passing by, zooming with his hands in the open like he's about to fly off. Stopping once in a while to take selfies in the town of Respatrum, a grin is completely plastered to his face as he flashes a victory sign. The more the pictures continue, the more feathers start to appear in them. He's been pretty active the last few hours ever since he tried to help by chasing the spirits. However one had taken home into him and clearly was enjoying the ride. The live feed was turned on, recording this trip. Please, don't get too worried when he suddenly screams into the camera. That just a side effect of a pair of black wings violently sprouting behind him, tearing apart most of his shirt. This is all completely and perfectly normal.

HE doesn't seem to care however. No shirt and bare chested, just like a real man (well a real man who has no hair on his chest anyway)! The fire spirit seems pleased and the clash of both Michel and the spirit personality seem to almost get along. Perhaps preying on his desire to be acknowledged even more, the boy who would have some hold back is suddenly climbing a building without any special equipment.

"Forget parachuting, I've got these babies now, let's see how they fly!"

He stops to look at the camera again, just holding as he's higher and higher into the air by one hand. His hair is snapping in the wind, this is probably the stupidest thing he's ever done in his life. And yet--

"Don't forget to LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE 💖!"

Perhaps it might be a good idea to knock him out of you're close by or tell him to be more reasonable. Who knows, you might be able to snap him out of it and remind him what he was trying to do and the spirit that should be returned to its rightful place.

III -- The second to first dates (Bosuma Witch Prompt)

"U-um hello..." compared to his usual mannerisms, the boy before you seems shyer than normal. He didn't remember where he lives, just what he was asked to do. And with a few hellish hours on a bench panicking and being afraid of doing anything at all, he was biting down on his fears to get this done.

"I'm uh...Tatsuya Suou." The way he says his name, he doesn't appear to quite believe it. However, it was the name he was given when he couldn't remember his own. "This may seem odd but uh...d-d'you..." He pauses to adjust his collar, man it sure was suddenly hot. "Y-yeah!!! Do you wanna go out with me on a date?!!"

Inside he's screaming. Actually, he might also have screamed that on the outisde. He might not remember anything yet but...the fear of asking someone, heck maybe even a perfect stranger seems to be raising his paranoia to intense levels. Still, he's determined to do this. It's just a few dates, she said. You just have to take them out and let them decide what to do. Don't worry about the money, just use the black card.

IV -- Deny, deny, deny (Magatus Prompt)

This had been a terrible idea. Michel's mark had spread all over his arm by now, in a pattern that seemed to give him dread that he couldn't place why.

He had to leave the place. It felt wrong to hear those woods repeat what he already knew over and over. He hated not being able to trust new people or friends, afraid that they were just using him. Why did they have to say that to his face?

"Achoo!" He sneezes loudly, trying to hide the mark, but the bluish glow passing through his clothing, even when he tries to subdue it. "Sorry, just passing through. Don't mind me..."

Maybe you already know how to take care of it? Or maybe you're here to make his life worse....

V -- Awakening (Bonus Mail Prompt)

"CONGRATULATIONS MICHEL MISHINA, YOU ARE ON THE NOMINATION OF THE GOLDEN WEB AWARDS FOR BEST ONLINE WEB SHOW AND BEST ONLINE WEB HOST. YOU ARE HEREBY INVITED TO THE CEREMONIES MARCH 14TH AT THE..."

This letter would be a lot more amazing it wasn't late by a month and also if it wasn't screaming at him with razor teeth close to his face. But that wasn't all. More envelopes were closing around him, shouting spam emails that had been overdue. His hands were around his head, as if it would help him somehow.

"THINK OF THE CHILDREN! SUPPORT THE COUNTRY'S BILL AGAINST ONLINE..."

"ENLARGE YOUR ..."

"THIS NICKLE COULD SAVE THE LIFE..."

"HELLO I AM A FAN WRITING FROM CANADA..."

Not to mention the multitude of packages dancing just out of reach around him, filled with fan items and games for him to play. Everything had come back with a revenge, and the Mishima's front household looked like a war zone. His parents were still at work, and Michel had no idea how he'd be able to explain this. The teeth envelopes keep getting closer and closer, and some have already bit down on his arm, causing a wound.

For one of the rare moments of his life, Michel is fearing for his life. As he stands there, trembling, a voice echos in his soul...

"Fear not...take my hand...show them your judgement...."

He didn't realize how much he was sweating like bullets.

VI -- the return of Michel (Wildcard Prompt)

OOC - If you have a special log or something you'd like to do with me, please let me know! Note that he will be walking around with a brand new guitar case during most of the month. Other Persona users might also notice him using the VELVET ROOM. There might be a smoke machine on his version now...

Comments

III

[androidheart]

[It catches her...so wildly off guard. Angela has to lean in and inspect his face. No, yeah, this is definitely him but...His name? Asking her on a date? So bluntly?]

...Excuse me?

What's gotten into you?

[deathboss]

Oh! Hi!

[He knows her...he thinks? His memories are a haze right now...she looks confused and he just wants to run away. No. No he can do this! He was Tatsuya Suou after all!

...He looked back at her, doing his best to smile.]

U-uh...well you know! Dates, am I right? Why not have fun with someone? That s-someone being me...

[androidheart]

First you try to tell me that you're not flirting, and now you're asking me on a date?

[Unable to keep herself from smirking, she clasps her hands together.]

So bold, –––.

[And then taps the back of her hand against his chest. And then stops in her tracks because...???]

You are...–––, right?

...Right?

[Her eyes lower down to her boots, as if they'll give her some sort of answer.

They don't.]

That's...odd.

[deathboss]

Was I?

[He tries to search within his memories but it's nothing but fog in there.]

I ended up somewhere...I can't quite remember who I am but...I have three days to take people out on dates if I get them back. For now, I'm Tatsuya Suou.

[He tries to calm himself down but it is hard.]

A-anyway...y-you're pretty and I've got some memories to regain...why not make some new ones together first? Is that too cheesy? It's probably too cheesy...

[androidheart]

Someone took your memories...and is making you go on dates?

[It's scary. But in this town...not unheard of. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do and help her friend in...whatever way she can.]

Yes, it is pretty cheesy.

Although as much as I value modesty, I do enjoy the compliments.

A date it is, "Tatsuya".

IV

[quiet_storm]

Whoa.

[The dog-guy who kept Cloud from checking into a mental hospital when the hallucinations started?]

You weren't glowing before, were you?

[deathboss]

[In the flesh, looking like he's just seen a ghost. Or at least trying to not scream as he hides the mark and nope, it's not helping at all.]

N-not I wasn't...it showed up just a short while ago...

[quiet_storm]

[Cloud looks him over and is increasingly concerned.]

You don't look so good... what happened?

[deathboss]

Some trees were screaming shitty things at me. I might have also heard a wolf howl at one part I think? I got a cold now.

[That barely covers anything. In fact that probably gives the other even more questions.]

V

[meowchanics]

[With all these packages and envelopes rounding on him, Michel could be forgiven for not seeing the small, grey shape whirring towards him up the sidewalk, or not hearing the vrrrrroom of its little wheels. This would contrast with the roomba's owner, who heard much more than he needed to hear about "SPECIAL DISCOUNTS ON ADULT PRODUCTS JUST IN TIME FOR A WICKED CHRISTMAS, ACT NOW" from, like, two blocks away. He's sprinting this way now, from across the road - whoever the lanky person in the midst of that angry mail cloud is, they need help!

The roomba reaches Michel first. Unfortunately, being a roomba (albeit one with what looks like someone's empty in-tray affixed to the top), it can't do much to help him.

What it can do is smack headlong into a couple of the toothed envelopes worryingly close to Michel's feet, and keep going.]

LMAO OMFG

[deathboss]

[The rescue is appreciated, however one of the knocked out envelopes lands right into Michel's feet, sending the teeth right into his toe. The pain shoots up his entire body and while the voice goes quiet for a few seconds, it is replaced by Michel's screaming instead.]

MOTHERFUUUU---

[A tornado of envelopes manage to block out the rest of the word.]

[meowchanics]

Crap, that doesn't sound good!

[Have no worry, have no fear, Michel's biology professor is here! Not that Sigmund has, for instance, a first aid kit on him. He doesn't even have a clue who the unfortunate soul in the middle of this papery whirlwind is yet, it being kind of hard to see. All he has is the remote control for the modified roomba and an armful of thankfully inert mail. Ugh, what can he do...

Well, he can hit reverse on the roomba, swipe it up off the ground as it returns to him, and start batting wildly at the screaming letters like a very inept ping-pong player with anger issues. Better than doing nothing! What could possibly go wrong?]

Hey! Are you okay?!

[deathboss]

[No that sounds like death, to be honest. Michel would certainly appreciate the effort as he realizes who is behind it which is..you know, kinda weird that your teacher is here to save you from this type of thing.]

That thing bite me I'm---

[Suddenly, he's on the ground, screaming bloody murder. His head is on fire, and all he can hear is that voice again.]

My other self...you must take the first step...awaken to this power...

[The very next second, there would be a sudden explosion as if all of the contents of a fire hydrant had suddenly burst into the sky, before violently sending water splashing into the ground.]

wc

[compendiem]

[ Minato, in full confidence, arrives at wherever they ended up agreeing to meet with an empty stomach and no wallet; if what's inside the case turns out to be something other than a guitar, Minato will just have to owe Michel an IOU.

But it's a guitar case. It's shaped like one. What else could be inside?

Honestly, it's as win-win: he gets to see something cool if he's wrong, and he gets free dinner if he's right. ]

[deathboss]

[Michel waves to him as the other arrives and gives him a thumbs up before they descend to the lower floors of the Mishina mansion into his persona recording studio. It's where they film most of their Let's Plays and he's set up a table which has the guitar case prompt up against some simply lighting and a camera.]

Tada! Hopefully what's inside is a lot more exciting than the case.

[Well it's not a bad looking case it's just...it looks pretty boring to be honest.]

Are you ready?

[compendiem]

[ He hopes so too, otherwise it'll be a very short and very disappointing video, maybe one of those ones attached to the end credits of another video, like bloopers after a movie.

Minato rolls his shoulders back and straightens up, as if he's going to be doing anything other than stand there in silence.

A thumbs up, and he's ready. Dinner is as good as his. ]

[deathboss]

[Alright camera is rolling. Michel looks at it and it's time to do the usual spiel.]

Hoooooou! Welcome to another of Michel's videos were today we will be opening a mysterious package sent in from uh...a fan!

[Nailed it.]

Now, there's nothing listed here about where it came from and what is inside, but that's why we're doing an official unboxing for it! Or I guess...an official uncasing!

[This is probably where fake canned laughter would be added for comedic purposes.]

Sooo! Minato! What do you think will be inside? Electric? Acrostic? A bunch of video games for us to play?

II

[truedetective]

[This man. She's seen him pass by her a few times, each time louder, faster, and more reckless than the last. And every time she's been progressively less and less impressed. Until finally, she just reaches out and tries to... grab him? It's not the best idea in the world. He's tall, and she's not. This is going to end poorly.]

Wow for some reason my 'send message if someone posted on your post' was turned off gomen

[deathboss]

[There's nothing wrong hold up a man who is currently shitless and and has a pair of wings flapping behind him. He just stops what he's doing, kneeling and waving at her.]

Hi! Are you a fan of Michel? HOOOOOOOU!!

[truedetective]

[Oh my god.

Naoto just gives him a look that is equal parts repulsed and confused.] --no, I am not, but nor am I a fan of people recklessly endangering the safety of others.

[deathboss]

[He just points at himself dramatically.]

What? Moi? Mais non! I'm only endangering one person, and that's me, myself and I! Besides these babies could carry me for miles, I'm sure!

[There is suddenly some pretty intense wing-flapping action.]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anwy2MPT5RE

[spes_phthisica]

[He's been encouraged to take daily walks - nothing too strenuous - since his physical therapist had made it very clear that he needs to take more exercise. He'd mentioned trying to be more active and had gotten an approving nod, possibly because he hadn't added the rider, "So I won't be helpless when monsters attack again".

Some things are just better kept from medical professionals.

The sudden hailstorm of letters hadn't come entirely as a surprise, he'd heard something about it happening, but not enough to stop him from (foolishly) trying to open them. Which is why he's now backed up against the wall, trying not to get bitten while they scream their messages at him.]

HOME STYLE BEAN CURD, SEVEN DOLLARS FIFTY!
GENERAL TSAO'S BEAN CURD, EIGHT DOLLARS!

ARE YOU FEELING LONELY? BEAUTIFUL RUSSIAN WOMEN ARE WAITING-

SALE SALE SALE!!!!

[One has bitten down on his sleeve, and since it's a hospital robe, it's starting to come undone in the back. Thank god he's wearing pants too, but... yeah, it's not good. And he's trying to force himself not to try to fight them, but his patience is running down.]

Could someone... maybe...?

LMAO omg

[deathboss]

[In retrospect (hurr) this was probably not the best of ideas. But Eikichi had come here in the usual medical checkup and the envelopes had unfortunately been a blight his entire trip there.

As he had gotten off his motorcycle, his guitar case strapped to his back, he looked at the things that were floating near the poor guy and pondered if he should be more careful or just -- yeah no thinking. He raised a hand and began to glow blue briefly before a form appeared behind him.]

Persona!

[A blast of concentrated water erupted from the ground and covered all of the screaming envelopes who fluttered to the ground helplessly. Blink it, and the Persona had disappeared just as quickly as it had showed up.]

You okay? Shit those things are really everywhere...

[spes_phthisica]

[Well, that was... No, HE HAS NO IDEA WHAT THAT WAS? There was that big, looming shape of something suddenly appearing, and then a jet of water taking the screaming spam out, not splashing Soujirou too terribly at least. He stands there gasping a bit in shock, the sound of his breathing somewhat labored, and... apparently he's expected to speak?]

Ah, that- thank you. Whatever you just did. They're pretty stubborn, aren't-

[A slow blink as gears shift, brain cells spark and try to tell him something. Suddenly, despite the weirdness of everything, there's a huge and unaffected smile of delight on Soujirou's pale face.]

You're Michel, aren't you? From Youtube? [Being stuck in a hospital, letsplays have literally been saving his sanity, okay?]

ALSO PLEASE PRETEND I WROTE MICHEL IN THE LAST TAG NOT LIKE AN IDIOT

[deathboss]

[Well this was certainly the last place he'd think he'd get recognized but now that he somewhat thought about it...people could have a lot of free time here.]

Yeah! That's me!

[He gave him a grin and walked a little closer, his lanky but tall figure as he wasn't quite ever sure how to deal with fans.]

They've been a pretty pain around my house, let's just say. You'd think hospitals wouldn't get spam mail...