This is a multistory Persona 5 based Role Play Group. If you’re wondering what that means, well it means that we have no real ‘set’ storyline for the group itself, but several ‘required’ stories that demand members involvement, several ‘leisure’ stories that are sign-up based, and some ‘seasonal’ events that come and go depending on the time of year it is!
This group is entirely based upon member activity, and because of that we offer a myriad of innovative new things to keep the involvement in the group going, including: Seasonal Writing Contests (complete with real life prizes!), Seasonal Editing Contests (complete with editing prizes!), Personal Rp areas set to the theme of any event storyline, Member Setup RP Events, and Open Location Based RPs.
Our discord server is also open to the public, and it isn’t a requirement that you have to be involved or interested in the group to join the server! It’s guest-friendly to everyone that joins it, and has people from various roleplaying sites.
While we are selective about the applicants that we allow to join the group, there is a reason behind it, which is simply that we don’t want to see applicants struggle while involved in the group, because this is a multipara-novelist level group (between 400-5000 words per post), and to throw someone in who wouldn’t be able to keep up wouldn’t be good for anyone!
Ultimately we seek to revive the Persona 5 verse, as well as bring new writers together from various sites and make everlasting friendships through the writing that we do!
A taste of destiny you're searching for Awaken, awaken, The fight is at your door, take up the cause.
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notes - It started on a different note than it ended on because I lost the idea I had in my head before I finished. I had seen something on a show that really stood out to me for Catherine and this whole piece changed midway through because of that. If it seems to find it's grounding later in with it, that's why! of all the pieces I've written, this is the one that I really hope someone picks up!
Art was a subjective thing in the world. For a lot of people it could give a myriad of feelings, and for others it was just a picture on a canvas, but to Catherine it was much more than that, which was why it was weird that the biggest part of her journey to Japan was to gaze at as much art as she could.
For the majority of her life she had wanted to go to France, visit the Louvre, and see the renown paintings of classical artists and unknown artists, to gaze at the Winged Victory of Samothrace, but at the same time, there was something about that dream that had just given her a bad feeling. It was like the idea of seeing something stagnant, that had lost its luster long ago, and for that she wasn't thrilled, because what could be derived from seeing something that everyone in the world had already known about from images online, and talked about so much that their time in the spotlight had already been outshone, so the next place on her artistic journey was Japan, a place that celebrated art and had a new modern wave of things, with a resurgence in the old style with modern affixes to them.
For the most part, she had felt a deep connection to the artistic style and themes that Yumisashi Kanji had been working with, specifically the mourning thematics. His art had called out to her intensely due to the fact that she couldn’t shake the burdens that followed her from her past. It was like she was in constant mourning of the person she currently was, despite the fact that she wasn’t actually deceased yet...though she very surely might as well be. It was accurate enough to say that her life had no real direction, and she wanted that to change. She was tired of the same endless cycles that had followed her with this dark depression that loomed over her.
She was tired of waking up, stuck in the same nightmare of being forced to drown without a way to fight back. She was tired of the intensity of the violent natured dreams she had and more than anything she was exhausted of the horrendous thought that despite the fact that she had done the right thing, she had made all the right calls, it was her life that had been torn to pieces...and while she had no real allure for the world around her, she was drawn to the world of creation, starting with prose. For a while, she cataloged all of her thoughts in a journal, though after some time that had become tedious...it wasn’t a true reflection of her feelings, it was just a notion of things only she would see...she wanted something tangible, and while she was learned in certain subjects due to her schooling, she was never a real part of the artistic world, which is probably why she found it alluring now. Growing up all of the courses that she had taken were in other things, such as Drama, where she portrayed other creators works, she never had a real connection to art or making her own work, and she had found that it was what she needed.
That’s what brought her to this moment, where she gazed loomingly over a certain painting in the Ueno gallery. It was mystifying. She might have been brought over on the idea that someone else could connect to her thoughts and turmoil, but she had never thought in a million years that she would connect to another artist’s work herself. The contrasts of colors were beyond what she herself had worked with, and it had made envy burn through her deeply. It was loud and expressive, while also being soft and humble. The varying dualities of its natures combating each other, almost as though it were the portrayal of a fight for one’s own soul. Whoever this artist was, they were skilled, and they very clearly knew how to connect to an audience...in fact the feelings that it gave her made her resonate back to the first time that she had painted at all…
She could almost taste the tepid water from that same day, that she had taken a quick sip of before using the cup for her brushes. To her, art was a method of control. Her ability to force things to exist when she put brush to canvas was exactly the therapy that she needed to move forward in her life, and why she was so drawn to it. The control that it had given her, the focus...all of it was beyond anything she had previously experienced, and was why she was so connected to other artists works now. It was true, in her life before she had endured abuse she was vapid. She cared very little for the works and creations of others...but now standing before the majesty of this painting, she couldn’t help but feel everything all at once that she had felt the same time she had finished her first painting. It was exhilarating to know this community of creators, while vast in it’s own right, was now including her, and helping her to heal. The feeling of gratification overwhelmed her as she realized that she was 5474 miles away from her home, but for the first time ever really felt connected to the world.
--- AFTER ONLY ONE FAILURE WOULD BE VERY MUCH UNLIKE ME. ---
[attr="class","boneshatter3"]What is it that drives a simple individual to persue the arts so vehemently? Is it the eyes translating the external into the digestible information known as electrical impulse throughout the soft computer like organ lodged in our skulls? Could it be some are destined to be transfixed by the concept of creation? Is it related to the importance placed in this subject, from when an individual grows up in such a community? Or perhaps it is the desire to find meaning in a world that lacks any obvious evidence of a meaning to begin with?
All these questions and more often related to one common theme, and this was one of identity. It was inevitable really, for an artist who had inadvertently longed to be close to his mother, a woman who had been taken into the embrace of the unknown long before he could ever remember; It was only a matter of time before he pondered the other source of his reason for coming into this cruel, yet beautiful and mysterious life we call existence. His father, as well as who he was remained a mystery to him. Though it wasn’t to say that he never actively thought of him, indeed there was always a man that appeared in his dreams, a man he himself did not recognize from any memories who could actively recall. Truth be told, it was no surprise if this journey of self-discovery leads to a dead end.
Yusuke would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t feel the unbearable weight of isolation when he thought of his family, it was something he never truly had, as the only man he had come to see as a fatherly figure now lay behind bars. And he had no intention of paying a visit to that scoundrel, it was best he was left there to rot, a fitting end for the man that had allowed the only person who truly cared for him to die as he stood by with idle hands. He was indifferent and incapable of compassion when it came to him and it was truly deserved, but even so he detested feeling such a strong negative sentiment.
Inner turmoil was always the reason he went out to explore the world around him, and it is precisely what drew him to the art. If he could not rid himself of negativity, he would never be able to truly create things of purity, and benevolence. Which was all he desired to portray, it was the only way he could feel the sort of warmth that emanated for Sayuri. But then again, contempt, sadness, and envy were all concepts of reality. He could see it so expertly portrayed within the choice of colors of this artist whose work had also drawn him in, all be it inexplicably, for this was not what the artist usually preferred. He examined every swirl, every evidence of the technique used to form such a powerful scene on canvas.
“It’s evident as to what this is, and yet I am afraid I cannot grasp the complexities hidden beneath the obvious.” He began to muse to himself as he placed a hand on his chin pensively, this wasn’t foreign to him and yet at the same time it was. What he felt was not desire, nor was it longing, when he gazed into the scene upon the canvas the one word that popped into his mind was in the form of a simple question. ‘Who?’ All too soon Yusuke had lost any awareness of the on goings of the gallery, people seemed to meld into the background, like inky shadows devoid of individuality. They were unimportant, irrelevant and an unnecessary nuisance when he went into deep thought. It was for those very reasons that his mind tended to tune everything out, resulting in a moment of pure intimacy between himself and the aesthetic that caught his eye. A reflection of such profound focus was often seen in the way his grey pools seemed brighten towards a subtler blue hue. Within his gaze, two things were always identifiable, pure unadulterated affection which burned brighter than any flame, in addition to a Foxen curiosity.
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