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He leans back into his seat as that bomb of a question is dropped, more like outright suplexed into his soul. It erupts the hellish gauntlet of questionable memories throughout his mind. They were times and experiences that truly defines a man at his essence. What would he do upon the fine border of adversity and batshit wild… delights.

The way that Takemi announces it almost tempts him to cackle on the spot. Almost. If it wasn’t for the fact that everything laughter related boiled down into a cold hell of a time that reminds him of that night. Where honks and particular noises mingled in a way that reality itself didn’t intend for. “That.. That is one hell of a story. If I didn’t hate alcohol so effin’ much I’d probably want the crap right now.” Reaching up, the stress was written clear across his burning face as he helplessly brushes some fingers along his temple.

God. Even closing his damn eyes had him seeing it! That bulbous, bright red nose, a pristine and pretty clown smile– the way her face was contorted in delight as they gave the term ‘merry go round’ a whole new meaning. The dictionary (and bible for that matter) was screaming.

”I ain’t horny for no effin’ clowns. Let’s get that right, clear out the gates here! Ryuji Sakamoto does not do clowns!” Outside of that one time. Now it was perfectly fine to say he swears off of them! The internalized turmoil had his heart throwing a new riot as he could feel the edges of that insanity trying to creep back in. In short? Another day for a Phantom Thief, beyond wild conditions for a regular guy, so what does a middleman such as himself do concerning all this?

♔  ❝ I’m honestly so relieved you’re here, Doctor. ❞  Her words came out as honest as they could be. Despite first impressions, Takemi ended up, as time passed, becoming one of the most trusting providers for the Thieves in her eyes. And even outside their business relationship, the other party was a relaxing presence by own merit. 

   “The first white coat I’ve seen in this blackened wasteland of a city and I notice a fondness for gallows humor. I suppose it goes without saying that I find it fitting for this dimension’s given mood.”

   To wit, she was no Night Nurse--but then, who ever would be? Loki was merely commenting what she was seeing and hearing. The God and Goddess of Mischief could be so obvious now and again, moreso in the company of what was then a stranger, even if the aura said plenty when it curled around like a thick blanket upholstered by dark nylons.

    Perhaps that particular assessment was too vague (or, pray that she doesn’t hear, dramatic) of her. Nevertheless, she had Loki’s interest, fleeting as such a thing often was.

@yamiisha replied to your post: “Looks like Takemi is the BUTT of the joke...

You come into my clinic, in the day of my duaghter’s wedding…..

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      Things have been... tense since we got back to Tokyo.  Somehow, the Metaverse has reemerged in our absence and, despite my best efforts, I’m no closer to understanding how that came to pass.  My own attempts at investigation failing me, I’ve turned to outside sources.  Having been in the city the entirety of our little road trip, I’m hoping my non-thieving Confidants might have a bit more insight into the situation.  That’s why, today, I have a Doctor’s appointment.

     After letting Mona hop out of my bag, I head inside the Takemi Medical Clinic.  The good doctor still hasn’t gotten the graffiti on her sign cleaned, but it doesn’t seem to be deterring anyone.  Every seat in the waiting room has a patient in it.  Word of mouth really is doing wonder for this place.

     As their stares turn to me, I offer them a polite smile as my mind races to fabricate a convenient cover.  “Sorry for the wait.  Doctor Takemi will be with you as soon as she can.”

     Giving my best nurse impression, I slip past the crowd and the office door into the clinic’s interior.  While there’s a slight pang of guilt in the back of my mind for impersonating a medical professional and abusing my friendship with Tae, it’s immediately negated by remembering the dangerous drugs I tested for her to save the life of a terminally ill young girl.  My concerns over my karma cleared, I swipe up a clipboard and enter the examination room.

     Peeking my head inside,  I’m not surprised to find her looking over a patient.  The man sitting on the bed is middle aged with a head of graying black hair and, judging by the scowl on the good doctor’s face, none too pleasant to deal with.  Perhaps it’s due to the fact he appears to be in perfect health yet has found his way here regardless.  Luckily for her, she now has an out.

     Attempting to grab her attention, I quickly enter the room with the clipboard at my side.  “Pardon the interruption, Doctor, but I need to speak with you in private.  The university is calling about the new medication.  Would you excuse us a moment, sir?”

in persona revelations / persona 2 it’s possible to manifest them in the real world because they were directly granted by philemon. so it’s not impossible to make it happen.

Oh I see. It’s been a while since I saw an lp of p2 but I forgot about that.