· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) ·

[hobbitholmes]

call me out
· winter 2020 ·

Neon on black top, there's gentle rain downtown.
The shadow pooling underneath me, as it follows on the ground.


❚ PICK A MUSE FROM HERE
❚ WRITE THE NAME IN THE SUBJECT
❚ SEPARATE SECTION FOR VOICE TESTING
❚ ___new cmo out in a few months

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look at this punk

[sassery]

[Mementos has always been an odd place, let's be real here. Spooky shadows creeping all along the subway, a maze that seems to go deeper and deeper as time passes in society's consciousness, new requests that seem to ask more and more of a certain group as they dangle between normal and an abnormal life. It's not really so weird then, that Morgana talks about something feeling different about Mementos lately, and Futaba confirms it once the Phantom Thieves fall into the Metaverse once more. It could be the weather, it could be the season they're in, a number of things seem to change all the time.

But this time is... different. Because the deeper the group goes, the less and less Shadows they see. Part of the time Oracle and Mona observe that the enemies on the floor vanish in certain areas, but when the group gets there, there's nothing to be seen. It's an almost unsettling feeling, as if the cause of this was aware of them following it.

Somehow, the team's gotten separated the deeper they've gone, and now Joker's the closest one to finding out who this perpetrator is. As it stands, he isn't too hard to find- the sound of gunshots end up ricocheting easily enough on this floor, and if Joker's fast enough, he'll arrive just in time to see a certain white-haired dumbass suplex an Oni.

Let it be known that Nero is a man of odd and incredible things, and fighting like a wrestler and doing Stupid Shit(TM) tends to be his MO.

With the Oni disposed of, it's not too difficult to notice that he's got company, so up goes the revolver in one hand. Its aim is at Joker, but it's more Nero being cautious than actually attempting to fire- and, well. Joker's not exactly who he's expecting? What a weird look.]

...Cute mask. [He was expecting another demon, and while he's still on edge, it's clear to him that this weirdo in a mask isn't one at all. Almost looks like a kid, really. Nero lowers his gun and gives a scoff, brushing a hand across his chin in thought.]

You get lost going to a cosplay shoot, kid? [A pause.] Wait- don't tell me this is some weird-ass furry convention.

[Like he's one to talk, this dumbass standing in the fucking Metaverse like it's no big deal. FINISH HIM.]

beautiful gorgeous punks (no self, dont do this smash au with dante dad---)

[jokerofhearts]

[ At first, Joker sticks to the wall of the battle arena he finds himself in. Usually people within Mementos are either Shadows - stereotypical gold eyes included. Or, on the rare chance, they were Persona users who had masks to donate the marking of a thief.

The young man in front of him (though, older than Joker) seemed like a normal person. One that admittedly could see him, despite merging into the shadows. So, Joker stands up and walks into the light to observe him more. Coat, gun, and ...a mechanical arm?

It seems almost like something out of a video game.

Joker cocks his head to the side just a bit and smirks at the comment of the mask. ]

I don't see fursuits. [ Joker rarely talks, but, he will when he needs to. ] Unless yours is invisible.

[sassery]

[To the other's credit, it's not as if Nero's got eyes in the back of his head. He can only feel Joker rather than see him, and it's not a huge giveaway that he's there. Had he been without his newly awakened powers, he wouldn't have even realized anything beyond the shadows making him feel uneasy.

But then the guy speaks, and the devil hunter rolls his shoulders a little, snorting back a laugh.]

It'd be a shitty fursuit if it was invisible, I'll say that much. [Nero, why are you even commenting on this.] Tell that to whatever these things are, though. A lot of them like talking my ear off.

[Especially the ones that felt somewhat like demons. It's weird- he no longer has the reaction in his arm, but the twinge of a demon recognizing another still makes itself known, even in a weirdass place like this.

Still, there's a question about all of this he still has.]

I've been to a lot of odd places, but this doesn't look like the underworld. Not any demons that I know of around.

[Look, he was fighting a pack of demons in Redgrave and the ground caved in, dropping him through a portal of some kind that led to here. Wherever here is. It's not the first time it's happened and it definitely won't be the last.]

sorry for the long delay... work right now is so draining

[jokerofhearts]

Maybe you'd be embarrassed for having the fursuit.

[ He kneels down, just in case he needs to spring over the other man's head. He's already taken a headcount of the Shadows in the area. A few are in the other room. Hopefully they won't draw their attention.

Interesting that the man with the mechanical arm has no idea what these things are. How did he stumble into the metaverse...? ]

You could call them demons. Shadows is more appropriate.