#styxisms

With everything that'd happened over the past few months, Chopper still couldn't fathom his situation. His crew displaced from their world and brought to a new one. Somehow, the idea of this world having magic but no medical advancements struck Chopper as more shocking than learning that magic existed within him and his crew this entire time. The written language was finally gotten down to the basics for him, though the first few weeks of living in this odd country weren't so bad in spite of their ignorance to its culture. The more they learned, the more at home it felt.

Tragically, things took a turn for the dramatic after four weeks in this magical realm. A plague swept through a village Chopper and his crew had been residing in. A simple case of Tuberculosis, but in this world without medicine, the spread throughout a small village was potentially disastrous. Thankfully, Chopper was not only a gifted doctor, but a pharmaceutical prodigy. In spite of the new world he'd found himself in, he was able to make cures and treatments out of the new realm's equivalent of the materials he was used to. The entire plague had died within one week of starting. The Result: Not a single death.

The people who lorded over this village were sure to have heard tale of the incident, likely meeting the more politically influential among them with curiosity and interest. On the morning of the fateful day that one such figure would approach him, Chopper was running around the village with some children happily following him. "Ahh~! Cut it out you guys~!" Suddenly, one of the kids picked Chopper up and threw him to another, who threw him to yet another child. All of them were laughing, Chopper included. Clearly this was just a game in a land that had become like his own home to the pirate. It felt almost surreal how cozy the deer was here, like Arlam Village existed in its own spot separate from the suffering and stress of the rest of the universe.

Steam rises from the two mugs on the counter before the two. The floating whips caught Ken's eyes, and he watches with an almost therapeutic feeling settling in for the moment. The nightmares had invaded his dreams again the previous night, knotting his stomach for most of the day. He could feel the weight of his body in his arms again... School was only a temporary relief and even then he hadn't been able to stomach lunch and zoned out during lessons once or twice today. His coffee only had one sip taken out, the full mug taunting him with it's bitter scent and dark swirls. It's not that he didn't want it, he had fun making it with Mikoto like he always did when they hung out. But the silence that had fallen since they finished and sat down was threatening to suffocate him.

No one else was in the lobby at the moment, either at their clubs or in their rooms. Just Mikoto. She was the one who always noticed Ken, who always took him seriously, who would always understand him he was sure. He couldn't keep this all inside much longer, if he had to ask anyone for advice he wanted it to be her. Taking a deep breath, the boy finally slowly breaks the silence. "Hey, Mikoto-san. When does it get better?"

His eyes remain on the coffee even as he directs his follow up to her. "I mean, things haven't really been easy before, but it seems like everything is only getting harder. There's just so much happening, even when we do everything right." He takes Koromaru out for walks when everyone else is busy. He listens in combat and does what he's told. He focuses in his schoolwork even when nightmares terrify him to the bone the same day. He often skips meals out of guilt or grief, when he feels he just can't eat. He keeps his promise to Aragaki and lives, even when he feels they should have traded places. And everyone else... Well, they all had their own flaws, but did so much good, even better than he ever would. They didn't deserve to be punished.

Yet despite all this, they were betrayed by Ikutsuki, a trusted adult. Kirijo-senpai's father has died before their eyes when he defended the team. The Shadows and apathy syndrome only continue to grow stronger when they should have been erased altogether by now, and the team doesn't know why they were still around yet. Even if Strega had been stopped previously, they were right about one thing, that everyone would have had to give up their Personas and move on, parting ways after the year ends.

         ❝  oh ?  i've heard  far  worse.  pathetic is low hanging fruit that even i could reach.  ❞ and all in her big five fulms, one ilm height.

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She honestly couldn't remember the last time she saw someone. Anyone. Before her banishment, she at least still had her idiot sister to keep her company. For all that was worth. Being dead was so banal. If she'd known it would be like this, she might have tried harder to stay alive. In this cold place, Dahlia was thankful for her hate. It kept her warm.

And yet, despite god; or the devil honestly, knows how long she'd finally spotted someone in the distance. Emotion rushed back into her. Mainly malice, but other things, too. Hope? Maybe. Whatever.

He looked like a fairly young guy, which in her experience were the easiest ones to trick. He even looked confused about where he was. Maybe he was newly dead?

She moved to him, manifesting herself. She'd died in an ugly prison jumpsuit, but she appeared wearing her old white dress, holding her parasol. She shot him the warmest look her cold heart could muster.

FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS

"Me? You're talkin' to me?" Junpei pointed to himself, looking around the dorm and realized that Koromaru was the only other person in the living room. And Junpei knew that if Makoto was talking to Koromaru, he'd pet his fur and taking him out on a walk. ...right? Junpei grinned and used his finger to scratched his cheek sheepishly.

"I'm trying to make up for the times I was a dick and ass to you when you started leading us. I wanna make sure I have everyone's back--even if I am not that fast as Akihiko-san or smart like Mitsuru-senpai." Junpei explained, knowing full well he was used to wanting to be strong and not anything else. Of course, he wanted to thank Chidori for bringing him back to reality and knocking some sense back into him--or whatever was left in his brain.

@styxisms asked: Subaru stumbles, accidentally bumping into the girl. Dazed, he stops himself from falling all the way to the ground. "Ah--Sorry... I'm..." Randomness - always accepted

The young woman was not used to crowds, not at all. So navigating through busy streets such as those of this city was a hardship on its own. Losing focus on all those stalls, her head would turn to the right and to the left each time, but never faced the direction in front of her which caused her to crash with another person.

She only stumbled back a bit, checking the skirt of her blue dress, that reached down to her ankles, for any wrinkles and her long, blonde hair for any missing pins that might cause strands to stand up high, before she would eye the person she ran into, as soon as she heard the person's voice and showed a nervous smile, before shaking her head.

Miran couldn’t help but display a gentle smile upon hearing those words.

“That’s because people tend to dislike whatever doesn’t fit into their own, little, perfect world.”. Her gaze went to the cloudless sky above their heads, silently wondering if that really was the reason why people seemed to have such strong reactions to some things. Actually, it was almost amusing - but in an ironical sad manner. Bitter sweet was perhaps the more fitting description.