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[Man, oh man, did he not miss the rumors that floated around Inaba. Though things have been taking a turn for the better, the rumor mill has been as active as ever, spreading things to speculate on and misconstrue as fact. When he'd heard the ones about the recent foreign transfer student, he wasn't surprised to see the boys talking about her everywhere he went. ...Nor was he surprised at all to hear some of it from Yosuke. It's the Amagi Challenge all over again, and lord knows that nobody ever won that. Except maybe he could, but she deserved someone who wasn't going to be sent out of town.

But he's straying from the topic at hand. What had the teacher said her name was...? Lucina? Yeah, that was it. He makes it a point to make a new connection today, especially since this is someone who's in his shoes, and when class rolls out, he goes out to find her.

Little wonder that he does it when another guy is trying to woo her. Souji sighs as he comes across the mess from afar. He has simply impeccable timing this year, it seems...]

Edited 2013-09-25 16:09 (UTC)

[ the fleeting moments in between sessions aren't enough to solidify Desmond's sense of self. if anything, these periods of time interspersed between running on rooftops in the 15th century twist and collide to form the beginnings of a dream: every time he finds his fingers flexing for Ezio, as Ezio, walking through his uncle's property, he remembers the streets fallen into a state of disrepair. recalls things that have yet to happen, and the worst part is, there's nothing memorable enough happening in the present to discredit the experience as a dream. when he speaks to the other assassins, it's only for a second. when he goes for a walk, or a run, or a series of jumps and complicated free falls, he's all alone. there's no one to tell him that yes Desmond, this is really happening. there's no one to slap him to wake him up, or prove there's nothing to wake up from.

so tonight? tonight, Desmond decides, will be different.

he's not masochistic enough to ask Shaun. and he knows Rebecca, sweet as she is, will want to stick around to work on the Animus. that's fine. he's pretty sure he wouldn't know the first thing about circuit boards or who even knows what. it's never really been Desmond's area of expertise. which leaves him with one option. not one he minds too much either.

groggily brushing off the blissful post-animus undertow threatening to sweep him under, he stumbles over to the blonde, placing the heel of his palm against her desk. leans forward, silent for a full minute while he gathers his wits about him, not wanting to slur his proposition, then offers her possibly the dorkiest smile that's ever graced the lands of Italy. maybe he'll score some points for being cute. or pathetic. either works. ]

So uh. Nice night, huh? [ what the fuck Desmond, you're like three floors underground with no windows. ] I was wondering, if you weren't too busy I mean, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk. With me. Outside. I mean, if you want.

[Another day, another assignment. Though this one would be much longer than what Ky usually got. He'd already received his briefing and spoken with the division chief, as well as got his house ready for a guest. It'd be his first time taking a VIP into his direct care, but at least it'd mean some company.

Even though he had to travel halfway across Paris (the IPF branch was located in the 1st arrondisement and Ky's house was in Neuilly-sur-Seine), Ky arrived a few minutes early -- as was typical of him. He was informed that the woman he would be watching over was already there and waiting, though, so he entered the room.

Ky spotted her right away. Hard not to -- she was relatively tall, with gradient hair. Immediately, he bowed politely to her.]

Milla Maxwell, I presume? I'm Captain Ky Kiske. I'll be your steward from here on.

[It's the weekend -- rather, Sunday. This is usually when he'd lay around, relax, fold up a few paper cranes for the heck of it, maybe go out and have a blast with his closest friends. Or he could be doing more translation work, given how much he'd been slacking on that -- he'd picked up plenty of little side jobs on top of the bigger ones he got. But today would be different.

He had a feeling it would be when the first thing he gets when he wakes up is a phone call -- from none other than the friend he made recently. Souji picks up after a moment of shaking himself more awake, not wanting to sound like a groggy mess.]

Lucina-san?

[Another day in class, another day dealing with Kashiwagi's newest tirade on Lucina, another headache to cradle when school closed out. Yup. This was life in Inaba, alright. He wasn't sure how he went from solving the case, to this...but then, it was no big deal; better to have the majority oblivious and not stirring up a ruckus than to have a gaggle of people just outside your doorstep trying to screw up the truth.

But he had nothing to do, no one to talk with, and Drama Club was closed out today since everyone was busy working on props. So what was left? It took him a moment of thought, but eventually the kendo club came to mind. That's right--wasn't it starting around this hour? And wasn't she there, too? He should at least pay her another visit.

Souji drops by the room they'd made for the fledgeling PE club and steps inside, glancing around.]

[Prinny Instructor Valvatorez found himself entering the realm of spirits once he stepped through the Dimensional Gate. This had been an odd request; usually the realm was dimensionally locked from demons entering in, but this was not a call for war, nor was it a pleasure trip.

The demon was here on business, in realm that was foreign to him. Fenrich had demanded to come along, but Valvatorez knew well enough that setting foot in this realm might be trouble if there were more than one of them coming. The last thing he needed was a conflict between the Netherworld and the realm beyond. Not when God was a pain in the ass enough as it was.

Still, this fellow no doubt looks out of place, though non-aggressive. He attempts to seek out anyone who might be able to help him in his plight and in his stay here.]

[Routine. It kept him sane, and also drove him near insane at once.

When the one he made for himself keeps his head on straight even through Kashiwagi's rambling, it was definitely the former. When even that wasn't enough to stop him from showing some visible form of irritation, it was the latter. There was no middle ground to it, especially when the topic was something he was already nine ways irritated about. The pop quiz gave him some form of relief, but even that couldn't curb the little headache he carried as class closed out.

At least the rain stopped as the afternoon came. That, and he'd finally have Drama Club practice today -- that would help immensely with his mental woes. Acting, while it wasn't exactly what his main goal was in life, was still enjoyable. He could at least read a music sheet, but his ability to play...wasn't so good. Nevertheless, it's where he heads off to once he's finally settled in, wondering if they'd cross paths again.

He wouldn't be halfway near surprised if they did.]

Edited 2013-10-01 13:19 (UTC)

[> It was raining again.

> Rumors, rumors everywhere...all of them still surrounding your new friend. Though one caught your attention more than the rest -- apparently, she'd been skipping out on school for the last few days. Varying reasons were given for it, like her being sick, or being called off to her home country. Some were less than friendly, like how she apparently couldn't take the pressure and went off of her own volition and preferred it that way.

> You, on the other hand, have this sick feeling welling up...

> It couldn't have happened again...right? It was over as far as you and your friends knew. There was no one who could possibly know about this save everyone involved...no one who could actually do it.

> ...

> ...You decide, for old time's sake, to wait until midnight came, and look into the other world, hopeful. Praying that this terrible feeling was wrong.]

Edited (Because some of my writing got botched in the interim...sob...) 2013-10-08 00:54 (UTC)

[Sunday -- the earliest opportunity they had to get together.

Not all of them could make it -- worst of all was Rise, who'd been held back by her show business -- but the majority of the core group was at least there. It was something.

The discussion over what had happened could be boiled down to two things: 'how?' and 'we need to get her out of there, right this instant'. There was little argument on the latter, especially since this is the first victim they'd have to pull out of there in a long time. The former, though...they were all as stumped as they could be. Unless Izanami had done something else to the 'window', this shouldn't even be possible. She couldn't have been dragged inside without any provocation on her part...

But they could muse more about that later -- Lucina needed to be saved.

As he stands in front of the TV that they always used, he finds himself looking back. The last time he went here was still fresh in his mind. Facing that death goddess that shrouded their town in fog, covered it in a seemingly never-ending rain... Being dragged down into the abyss as they fought in vain against her, only to feel that raw rush of strength from his bonds, the power that lit the way towards the truth... and now, here they were again, ready to use this power to make one more rescue.

Just like old times.

He heads on in, and as soon as they're all inside, he heads in the direction Teddie points them towards.]

Lucina, First Meeting, Persona AU as discussed!

lucy, chillin at monteriggioni

Milla Maxwell | Canon Mash | First Meeting

Lucina, Rank 2, Same AU. Let's go-go charity work? 8D

Rank 2.5. Seeing the pattern yet? 8U