It has come to our attention that a change is upon the station. Whether or not you know it, your friends and loved ones may have disappeared without word in the last several hours, and you will not find them without aid.
At some point a new application will have appeared on the comms belonging to these people, and if they were unfortunate enough to indulge their curiosity, they will have been pulled into a world parallel to ours. Everyone who is in this world - the Metaverse - is now in danger.
Check on those whom you've come to know and care about on this station. If they have slipped into the Metaverse you will not be able to contact them by any means; the Metaverse is a place that crosses the threshold from reality to the unconscious human mind, and only those who know how to navigate it will have a chance of finding a way in or out.
We, the Phantom Thieves, offer our services to ensure their safety and retrieve your loved ones from the Metaverse. Contact us at this ID and we shall act without hesitation.
Β» MISTAKES WERE MADE
[ Ren - Joker - tugs the base of his glove straight and flexes his hand. He knows this feeling.
Staring down monstrosities isn't a new thing. Splitting up to cover more ground and save more people in danger was a logical decision, the absence of a Navigator be damned, the absence of another healer an even bigger issue than that. Ways to keep in contact with one another here are thin but as much as this is the Metaverse this is also Reverie Station and therefore the layout is known and accounted for. All they need to do is get in, touch all bases, and get out with anyone trapped in here.
And this Shadow is in the way. In one moment he thinks, Be safe, and in another he discards his own advice handily as he leaps into the maw of danger, trench coat tails trailing behind him.
Extending his hand, the Turf gun that Ryuji handed out earlier has, through the power of pure belief, become a heavy-barreled handgun that Ren begins unloading at likely looking vulnerable points, spots where the Shadow's enormous spindly limbs are thinnest and breakable. ]
Go down!
[ The ferocity of his voice is matched by sheer accuracy; in the almost half year since he's wielded one Ren hasn't forgotten how to aim his firearm of choice, and where reaching for his Personas when his mask came back let him slip right back into a comfortable, warm place, this too allows him to reclaim what is his. Mask donned, air combing through his hair, grinning madly with the smell of gunpowder and the bright red glare in his eyes.
This is him. And he missed it dearly.
The Shadow screams and lashes out with a narrow miss that clips the heel of his boot, a graze that Ren deftly turns into an arc and roll past it with an easy shift of his weight that comes to rest with his arms splayed and pressed to the ground and one leg dramatically extended out.
He smiles. And when he sees the Shadow rear back and make for another strike, his confidence doesn't flicker as he reaches out into the darkness of his mind for the correct tool - Chi You can negate physical damage entirely and he'll wait to summon him until the last opportunity to preserve the element of surprise-
SMASH.
For an instant, time stops and spools out in front of him to let him examine where he miscalculated, what brought him to the point where he is crushed into the cognitive wall of this station. He gropes out into the darkness, what he imagines as a sleek, velvet-lined case full of his Persona - the proper weapon for the right job at his disposal. And in that case he finds that the place settings are empty, that the thief has been stolen from and he'd grasped at nothing.
Where were they? When could they have been - ?
Oh. Of course... the last time he would've seen them was before he left the fetid lump that was Ryuji in the shadow of a console in the observation deck. Mere hours, maybe less, before Ren too was gone. Was this a punishment then for not finding a way out, a cure for the infection?
And then the regular flow of time reasserts itself and Ren groans in pain, collapsing into the floor and, at least for the moment, at the mercy of the Shadow and whomever else might be lurking nearby. Is it you?
Would you dare help? ]
Β» RUN LIKE YOU STOLE IT
Go!
[ No time to waste or explain, a gloved hand grabs your own and pulls you along with no arguments brooked as a figure in almost solid black tears down the corridor and away from whatever had been eyeing you hungrily from an ill-lit, sick-smelling heap.
Believe him, it's best if you listen.
Every so often he'll glance back to make sure you're still on board, and when the two of you run out of road he wheels you around and casts a protective arm out in front of you, breathing heavily and straining to listen to see if the escape was successful. ]
We've bought some time, at the very least. Are you okay?
( last surprise intensifies )
It has come to our attention that a change is upon the station. Whether or not you know it, your friends and loved ones may have disappeared without word in the last several hours, and you will not find them without aid.
At some point a new application will have appeared on the comms belonging to these people, and if they were unfortunate enough to indulge their curiosity, they will have been pulled into a world parallel to ours. Everyone who is in this world - the Metaverse - is now in danger.
Check on those whom you've come to know and care about on this station. If they have slipped into the Metaverse you will not be able to contact them by any means; the Metaverse is a place that crosses the threshold from reality to the unconscious human mind, and only those who know how to navigate it will have a chance of finding a way in or out.
We, the Phantom Thieves, offer our services to ensure their safety and retrieve your loved ones from the Metaverse. Contact us at this ID and we shall act without hesitation.
Β» MISTAKES WERE MADE
[ Ren - Joker - tugs the base of his glove straight and flexes his hand. He knows this feeling.
Staring down monstrosities isn't a new thing. Splitting up to cover more ground and save more people in danger was a logical decision, the absence of a Navigator be damned, the absence of another healer an even bigger issue than that. Ways to keep in contact with one another here are thin but as much as this is the Metaverse this is also Reverie Station and therefore the layout is known and accounted for. All they need to do is get in, touch all bases, and get out with anyone trapped in here.
And this Shadow is in the way. In one moment he thinks, Be safe, and in another he discards his own advice handily as he leaps into the maw of danger, trench coat tails trailing behind him.
Extending his hand, the Turf gun that Ryuji handed out earlier has, through the power of pure belief, become a heavy-barreled handgun that Ren begins unloading at likely looking vulnerable points, spots where the Shadow's enormous spindly limbs are thinnest and breakable. ]
Go down!
[ The ferocity of his voice is matched by sheer accuracy; in the almost half year since he's wielded one Ren hasn't forgotten how to aim his firearm of choice, and where reaching for his Personas when his mask came back let him slip right back into a comfortable, warm place, this too allows him to reclaim what is his. Mask donned, air combing through his hair, grinning madly with the smell of gunpowder and the bright red glare in his eyes.
This is him. And he missed it dearly.
The Shadow screams and lashes out with a narrow miss that clips the heel of his boot, a graze that Ren deftly turns into an arc and roll past it with an easy shift of his weight that comes to rest with his arms splayed and pressed to the ground and one leg dramatically extended out.
He smiles. And when he sees the Shadow rear back and make for another strike, his confidence doesn't flicker as he reaches out into the darkness of his mind for the correct tool - Chi You can negate physical damage entirely and he'll wait to summon him until the last opportunity to preserve the element of surprise-
SMASH.
For an instant, time stops and spools out in front of him to let him examine where he miscalculated, what brought him to the point where he is crushed into the cognitive wall of this station. He gropes out into the darkness, what he imagines as a sleek, velvet-lined case full of his Persona - the proper weapon for the right job at his disposal. And in that case he finds that the place settings are empty, that the thief has been stolen from and he'd grasped at nothing.
Where were they? When could they have been - ?
Oh. Of course... the last time he would've seen them was before he left the fetid lump that was Ryuji in the shadow of a console in the observation deck. Mere hours, maybe less, before Ren too was gone. Was this a punishment then for not finding a way out, a cure for the infection?
And then the regular flow of time reasserts itself and Ren groans in pain, collapsing into the floor and, at least for the moment, at the mercy of the Shadow and whomever else might be lurking nearby. Is it you?
Would you dare help? ]
Β» RUN LIKE YOU STOLE IT
Go!
[ No time to waste or explain, a gloved hand grabs your own and pulls you along with no arguments brooked as a figure in almost solid black tears down the corridor and away from whatever had been eyeing you hungrily from an ill-lit, sick-smelling heap.
Believe him, it's best if you listen.
Every so often he'll glance back to make sure you're still on board, and when the two of you run out of road he wheels you around and casts a protective arm out in front of you, breathing heavily and straining to listen to see if the escape was successful. ]
We've bought some time, at the very least. Are you okay?
Β» WILDCARD
(( or run into Ren/Joker however you like! ))