#cagedmoon

Even if Minazuki was right, Fuuka was perhaps a little too curious about the boy. None of the Shadow Operative members really talked, or divulged details, about Sho Minazuki--who he truly was. All Fuuka heard was something among the lines of him having a Persona or not, if he was one person or two, was he really Ikutsuki's son--and it gave her a massive headache.

All she wanted was to see the boy for himself. And to make sure she kept her wits about her--couldn't go being kidnapped twice by him.

"I am the weakest when it comes to combat." She states slowly and softly. Fuuka knows to take her time with him, knowing that she would want Juno to sense what lies deep down in his torn soul. "I am similar in power to Rise Kujikawa, except I cannot battle. My Persona, Juno, allows me to sense for shadows and people--and the weaknesses they have. I make sure that my friends, my allies, are protected." Fuuka lowered her head, recalling in her mind the first time she was useless in such a long time since a member of SEES. Trying to push that memory away from Inaba, Fuuka realized he mentioned the name 'Sho', but didn't want to press Minakuzi yet.

“Why am I here, you ask? Well. Honestly, I am just too bored with the world as it is~” The female slowly shifted, spreading her hands around, feeling the breeze upon her skin, watching down below from the giant tower in the middle of the city clouded by crimson smoke. The concept of the world being destroyed. She had heard of it many times now. 

Giant events always involving shadows, always involving a strange dimension outside of human understanding. Always involving Personas. She wanted to know more. She wanted to observe it all. She wanted to be as close to it as possible. 

Sho Minazuki. Minazuki Sho. They’ll fail. Just as everyone before. The Fool Always wins the game of cards. But that doesn’t stop Junko from hoping for a different scenario. And so she is here. She Grins, turning towards Minazuki, her large pigtails swaying in the wind. 

“Well, threaten me with a good time.”

His hand calmly rose and took hold of the jagged blade pointed directly under his chin, easing it back down. The grin on his face went from excited to wolfish, as though someone had dangled the world’s most succulent steak before his very eyes, just out of reach. Something seemed to wake in the high school giant, a fierce beast straining at it’s cage, and he took a step back from the swordsman, eyes dilated and focused.

Have someone intelligent tutor you….

“ …is that true? ”

           He’s gotten a lot stronger, that’s for sure. The tower of boxes he balances atop each other barely causes him to break a sweat, but he still doesn’t have eyes at the back of his head. Nor can he really see past the top of the uppermost box. So, he was stronger. So what? He was still kind of stupid for talking on something that was even taller than himself. 

              Yousuke sensed the other before he actually saw him -- thanks to Jiraiya -- and his legs pivoted and crossed so he could twirl out of the way. “That was a close one!” He exclaims, not yet realizing who it was he nearly toppled over.

“Wow. Rude”.