Shuichi Saihara was not much of a human being, literally. His memories had been rewritten to resemble that of a fictional characters. In general though he was also somebody with little presence, and an inability to speak up for himself. 

When he saw a girl cross his path, he looked down at his feet as he usually did. Going without his hat had been easier in the killing game when there were fifteen other people at most, not an entire city he did not know or understand. 

However, suddenly he noticed something about that girl and turned his head as he walked. By the time he had turned around though she was already gone. So, Shuichi decided to do the socially tactful thing and... follow her around like a stalker because he was too nervous to speak up. 

      “Senpai, on your right.”            This hadn’t been how Akira had intended to run across another of the Phantom Thieves, but considering it was Makoto... well. Maybe he shouldn’t be so surprised to come across her in the thick of things. Taking up his usual position to her left, he tosses his knife up and down in his hand, sizing up the enemy. 

They didn’t expect to hear that harsh, whirring roar on the battlefield. It doesn’t exist in their own world, but they do recognize the sound from the previous, less ravaged city. What did the humans call its source again — a ‘car’? 

By the time they turn around, the two-wheeled vehicle has crashed the scene, dousing any would-be attackers in a spray of blue flame. Talk about a flashy entrance.

being the grade-a dingus that he was, of course ryuji would bump his forehead on a street sign as soon as he spotted a certain former-upperclassman of his during his daily jog. the collision was pretty hardcore, which explained why the blonde was now moaning in agony on the concrete. honestly, for people like ryuji, wearing a helmet all the time would probably prevent a lot of injuries...

“sh-shit, makoto!” he started to spring up from his spot on the ground before wincing from a new wave of head-throbs (standing up probably wasn’t a great idea at the moment). “gahhh... i’m just gonna... sit here for a lil’ bit...”

        ❝  hey ... what’s in there?  ❞  cali gestures her arm towards the window of a small cafe.  taking a peek through the glass, an innocent curiosity begins to unravel its thread.  it’s not that she hasn’t seen cafes before when she was a small child, but she pieces together that this city and alerun are vastly different. 

In between her internal debate on whether or not it looked worth it, there’s movement out of the corner of her eye, and in the reflection of the glass she spots a flash of brown and white —

“Eh...Ehhh?!” New conquest forgotten, Futaba nearly smacks her head in her rush to stand up straight. It’s really her, after she hadn’t seen her in so long! Finally, her luck stat was shining through! She nearly barrels into a stranger in her hurry to catch her attention, and right after her stammered apology leaves her lips, she’s already yelling something else in the midst of her wobbling.

“Hey, over here! Come back! M-Makoto!”

I get my ass beaten so much I guess I’ll just have to tryhard in that game until UNIST comes out. I’m currently playing Yu/Rachel.

// Oh big fucking mood. If I wanna bother people I go Carmine/Orie because those two are my jam in UNIST. Can’t wait to antagonize people with Carmine in UNIST again though. 

art and fighting games, the two things i love/hate the most