Prompt 1:
he forest looms as ever, colorless but not at all dead. The leaves are full, fluttering in the silence, but there's no scent to them, no color. The effect is eerily hard to navigate, almost like an optical illusion, leaves, branches and trunk blending together with the small path -- which already disappears and reappears at a whim.
But even so...
If you brave the path, it seems as though there is something leading you onwards. A trail of... something, crumbs, maybe, the same shade of colorless as everything else, almost impossible to see. Following those might be a bad idea -- your chances of getting lost, tangled in random underbrush, or wandering aimlessly for hours are pretty high... to say nothing of what you might encounter if you stray too far (hint: even the small, fuzzy things have nasty bites).
Still, it's there, and if you follow them... eventually you will come to a small house. It's decrepit, falling apart and in shambles... do you really want to go inside? Perhaps armed with one of the many convenient tree branches that have probably smacked you thus far?
Prompt 2:
hould you enter the house, you'll be greeted with a creepy, creepy doorman. Aw, how cute! And in that doll's hand, there's...a message.
On a slip of paper, it reads, simply and plainly:
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
Curious! (And yeah, you can destroy the doll. It's just a normal doll. You may even come across said doll already crushed by an intrepid explorer.)
Of course, it's a riddle, and the answer's a warning -- the longer you walk around and about the house, the less you'll remember about yourself, until you forget why you were there and why you should leave, and who you are at all, doomed to wander forever.
Or someone saves you, that's fine too.
Prompt 3:
roblem: There are no fresh eggs in the Town.
Solution: Catch a feral chicken, and keep it for eggs. That seems simple enough, right? You're totally up for the task... right?
But why do all of the animals look so strange in the forest? Mutated, with teeth, or wings that don't belong, or claws. That's... a chicken, right?
Catching it will allow you to get some eggs, but that beak looks pretty nasty -- it might be harder than it looks. But you're intrepid and clever, right? Why not demonstrate your Chicken Wrangling Skills that won you the championship so many years ago? Or try to serenade the savage beast? Or wuss out and form a coalition with which you draw lots to see who has to do battle with the chicken? There's safety in numbers! But the prize will surely be worth a bit of blood loss and fowl-related trauma.
Do it for the eggs.
Prompt 4:
here's a new quest on the forum today, and it looks awfully easy! It's listed simply as:
Quest XXII. Talk to someone you've never met about their childhood. Quest will be completed when you have reached an acceptable level of knowledge.
On the other hand, that's a little vague, isn't it... ? How will you even know when you've completed a quest like that?
Still, it looks easy! Maybe go give it a try. You could respond to the forum post to try to find people, or just go on outside, go harass someone about their past. If you're lucky, you'll drag it out of them with very little hassle and it won't take you a good chunk of the day. If you're unlucky, that's what highly persistent stalking is for! But don't forget, you'll likely have to return the favor.
And your new friend might not be the only one listening.
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Akira Kurusu | Persona 5
it's probably the fact that this guy does not look at all equipped for this situation at all. he's tall and lanky, with frizzy hair and massive, rimmed glasses—he looks like a huge nerd, and the way he's circling the maybe-chicken seems to indicate that he has no idea how to tame it. maybe it would help if he had something useful? but no, he's wielding a knife. that, while cool? is a replica, a model. it's not real, even a butter knife could do more damage than this thing. maybe that works because he's not trying to kill it, but that chicken(?) is trying to peck away at his toes, and all akira has going for him is that he's agile on his feet.
someone, help. someone tackle this chicken from behind. or just laugh at what a nerd he looks like, it's probably fine either way.]
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I don't think this is what they meant by "forty-nine tints of grey."
[it's never a bad time for a shitty joke, right?]
Extra 2;
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[which is to say, there's a young (???) girl totally sitting on the edge of a giant paper doll (?????) that is floating in the air (??????) some several feet away from Akira and his worthy opponent, legs crossed and hands cupped around her mouth. also, she is yelling]
Good ladies and esteemed gentlemen, your attention please! Innnnnn this corner, we have the Ferociously Furious Feathered Fowl of Legend, Beak-A-Boo!
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Annnnnd in this corner, we have. . . well, let's just call him Scruffy.
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Place your bets, everyone. ☆ I accept wagers in the form of gald and-or other precious and expensive items. Gambling isn't cheap, you knoooow.
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he doesn't seem very taken aback by any of it; if anything "beak-a-boo" wins some points in his book for being appropriately dumb and punny all at once. there are probably a lot of questions to ask about what she's floating on, but he's seen some pretty weird stuff. so instead? he'll be distracted from the chicken(?) for a moment, looking up at her with head tilted to one side.
and then, without any hesitation beyond the moment he needed to process everything else she said before offering a very dry:]
Place my bet on red, odds, 1-19.
[akira, this isn't roulette, probably. why do you even know how this works, you're like, sixteen.
this is probably also a good way to get distracted and beat up by a chicken-creature, though he seems to be dodging it's oddly aggressive motions just fine for now.]
1/2
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so extra.
I think there might be more than that.
[ Yep, that went completely over her head. ]
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I think I might lose count if I go higher than that.
[they all start to blend together when everything is like that.
in any case, he carries on without skipping a beat, unbothered by someone not getting his bad joke. it's a bad joke, she's better off not getting it, anyway.]
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3
And by save the day, we mean a throwing knife suddenly and unceremoniously lodges itself into the chicken's head, both killing it in an instant and pinning it to the ground. The skill with which it was killed might be a little unnerving if not for the fact that it was. A chicken...
Winner, winner, chicken dinner??? At least Akira doesn't have to run around for it anymore, right.]
That was just sad, man. [THANKS, SHIKI.]
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I wasn't trying to kill it.
[dammit, shiki. he probably should look a lot more troubled than he is; she killed that chicken-creature in cold blood right in front of him. but instead, what she gets is him totally glossing over her statement on his chicken-wrangling skills and a mildly disappointed:]
RIP, eggs. We hardly knew ye.
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Man, what were you even planning to do?
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[that's only half-true, but chickens are not shadows and they can't really be negotiated with, so he's mostly just giving a smart-ass response. what did it look like he was trying to do, percy!?]
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[Chuuya can’t say it isn’t a clever joke, though. At least somebody around here has a sense of humor.]
Wonder why. I’d be questioning my eyesight, but obviously you’re seeing it too.
[An exasperated sigh.]
Name’s Chuuya. You?
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especially when their surroundings are already so dreary.]
Unless we've all simultaneously gone colorblind, and I don't think that's it.
[he's doing his best to keep spirits light, frustrating as it is.]
Akira. [with a bit of a smile and a shrug. he's amiable to introductions, it's fine.]
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I believe there's actually more than forty-nine different shades of grey.
[RIGHT OVER HIS HEAD. INTO THE ABYSS. THERE IT GOES. WOOSH.]
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bless yusuke for being himself.]
How many shades do you think there are? [it's actually a somewhat sincere question, the art nerd would probably know better than him, right?]
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3;
[She groans with exasperation, arms crossed as she approaches before pointing a finger at the offending chicken in question.]
You there, stop being a menace! Your ma would be fair ashamed of you right now, pecking at an innocent person!
[The chicken actually stops, looking as sheepish as a chicken would be able to look. But only for a moment, as it experimentally starts to take a slooowww step towards Akira again, making direct eye contact with Daine.]
No more. You won't like it if I make you stop.
[Yep, the chicken is freezing right up.]
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especially when it means he can keep up his unassuming high school student facade without it seeming too obvious that... you know, he really isn't.
either way, getting it to stop with just words alone is absolutely impressive, and akira lets out the faintest, almost-laugh.]
At least it knows who the boss is, here. [it's her, clearly.]
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3
When it seems like Akira isn't about to give up, Ren takes up a flanking position and holds up his actual and very sharp pair of Stormflowers, gun and knife hybrid weapons. Please tell him you see this, Akira, he's growing a little concerned.]
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mostly, it's that the way his weapons work at home don't work that way here, so he was kind of boned from the start. but he doesn't seem to have a problem with a little teamwork here; he can show he's at least not totally incompetent with a pretty swift leap out of the way when the chicken takes a pretty vicious swipe at him. he looks over to ren with a bit of a shrug and offers:]
At least someone's prepared here. [it's said with good enough humor. he sees it, he appreciates it—he's mildly exasperated that he's been bested, but he's powerless without real weapons. even his good aim with a pistol means nothing when it's only a model. even if the persona is one he's typically used to showing people, at some point he's going to have to redeem himself here.]
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3!
But thankfully, the reward's a little better than she expected. She cups her hands around her mouth to amplify her voice, but it doesn't hide the tiny smile that's cracked across her face. ]
Looking [ ... ] mega lame, Joker!
[ Never gonna make the fowl-foisting leaderboards like this, try again. ]
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especially if it means futaba's in spirits that are a little brighter. it's not like he's unaware that this takes her so far out of her comfort zone that she could the extra support. and really, what kind of leader, confidant, and kind of pseudo-big brother would he be if he wasn't willing to make himself look a little stupid in the process.
(never mind the fact that he's mentally cursing that his bag of tricks didn't have any real weapons in it.)]
I'm waiting for my buffs, Oracle! [at the risk of getting clawed by a mutant chicken, he can at least call back some very un-serious battle commands here. sukukaja would be nice right about now.]
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Prompt 3
Naoya stares at the other at first before the familiar pang of kinship made him realize that the other would be alright. Sword in hand (real) and submachine gun in its container (also real) he moved closer to witness the other's agile feet against the dreaded beast's pecking. Ahh...maybe something was wrong?]
Do you need a bit of help?
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something definitely is a bit wrong, in that sense. he's clearly capable, but he should be doing more than dodging and brandishing a toy knife, right?]
I'm learning model weapons are useless against mutant chickens.
[maybe a little bit of help.]
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sorry I'm gonna use something from the manga because I can
this is fine by me o/
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2) fuck you
Erika is behaving herself, quietly dissecting some generous volunteer's laptop.
Wormmon is the one who immediately abandons his post on Erika's lap to pummel Akira's spleen with fifteen pounds of airborne caterpillar.]
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not that it matters, because he's absolutely not ready to be pummeled by an airborne caterpillar—which hardly knocks him down, but he does stagger a bit, letting out a very pronounced:]
Oof—!
[what is this thing and why is it attacking him, erika! he would like to keep his spleen in tact, his internal organs have probably taken enough abuse at this point in his life.]
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hibiki’s lips pull into a small grin at the joke. his hands remain in his equally grey hoodie and he can’t help the way he hums to himself, thoughtful (once) blue eyes shooting up to the dismal sky. ]
Makes you wonder... just how many shades are our eyes capable of seeing?
[ he wrinkles his nose nonetheless. ]
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Probably a lot.
[yeah, that helps.]
But I bet a bunch of them just start to blend together after a while. Or if you're not looking closely.
[from his expert experience of probably doing one of those stupid online "can you see all the colors" quizzes on his phone idly.]