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Post by Smooth Criminal on Mar 4, 2019 9:54:15 GMT
It all began the day that the pink rain had fallen over Tokyo. Nobody had any real idea what was going on, or really, if they did realize it was unnatural, they said and did nothing. As the rain had fallen on individuals in the greater Shibuya area, few of them had really noticed what it was doing. To some it was eradicating them from existence, making them cease for some unknown reason, but to others, it was just a mere nuisance, like natural rain.
No comments were made on if individuals vanished, no comments were made on why, and no comments were made on if this was really a problem. All that was said was to the Phantom Thieves in that moment, though anybody that was a part of the world outside of this disillusionment where a strange skeletal structure came literally out of the ground itself, wasn’t aware of the strange inhabitance, and anything happening to the collective group fighting against the will of a malevolent god.
It was as though all that they had fought for didn’t matter, and really to the rest of the world, it didn’t. There was no real reason that they should be involved in anything. So what if a politician was up to no good? So what if a school teacher was abusing children? What was really the problem with an artist laundering money and exploiting his pupils? None of that mattered toward the cognition of the people, and none of it mattered in the grand scheme of things, right? Stuff like that happened every day and didn’t impact much of the world outside of those that it was all happening to, so why should the world care about it?
It was sad really, that even after the Phantom Thieves had done so much for the world, that it rejected them in turn. It wasn’t known what the reason was, to the public anyway, but after a small, while it was like a switch had turned all of their brains back on, like a morality shift had occurred, and suddenly everyone was adherent to the will of the Phantom Thieves over the will of their own desires. It was strange really, that something so insignificant as cheering could make such a difference...but whatever was happening didn’t really matter...did it?
After a while, the tone of the world had calmed down again. News of the Phantom Thieves had dissipated entirely, their exploits, their foes, everything that they had done was slowly turning into the history of the country, and nobody had turned a blind eye. For some people, there were still problems that they had to deal with due to what had occurred with the actions of the Phantom Thieves, such as a young woman who had remained in psychiatric care over the insistence that she had been eradicated from the world and locked in a dark cell, and a family that had began to abuse their son much more callously than before due to losing their revenue that came from working with a crime organization.
Just because the aspect of the metaverse known as Mementos was shut down to the Phantom Thieves didn’t mean it was gone forever. After all, they weren’t the first ones to exist in that world...so why should they be the last ones to explore its depths? After all, it wasn’t as though a place like Mementos would remain sealed eternally.
So a new game has begun, and the host of this game has targetted a brand new wild card with a hunger for things in life that they can’t obtain.
For the longest time the spotlight was featured on Sumio Ito, a young man who was set to take Japan to the next level at the Winter Olympics with his ice skating, having been skilled with the ability to almost effortlessly perform a quad salchow, and the day that his life shattered to pieces was when he was sent over the railing of his family’s two-story home, and his knee was shattered.
He lost the ability to skate, which to him was as essential as breathing air, and in an attempt to rid himself of the burden of never being able to do what he had set his entire future up for, he tried to take his own life and failed. It was spoken about for months after and had altered his own education, especially after news of his attempt had become mainstream due to him staying in a psych ward for a small while.
While in the ward he had been drawn to this one girl telling a story about how she was stuck in a prison world, and how she was scared to be forced back into it, and that at times she still didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. It stuck with him because he himself had felt as though he were in a gilded cage, so he fought for his education, and fought for himself for the first time in his life after leaving the hospital, emancipating himself from the horrible people that caused his injury, and starting the process of healing…
As things would have it, the girl from the psych ward that had given him such inspiration had been allowed leave after some time, when she kept her mouth shut about the events that had happened on that day in Tokyo, and internalized all of her issues, coming forward to become a public gamer, and dealing with the issues of that not making her enough money, despite it being her passion, so instead moving forward in her life to be an idol for a group called CHEER!, with a few other girls. Right now, as things so have it, she’s working at a well-known TV station in Asakusa to help her father keep his channel on the air, while also dealing with a less than pleasant producer…A man that is also harassing a young actress on the rise from a foreign country who seems to be living in a reverie of her own making, believing that people can be better than they usually turn out to be.
How will things shape up for these three individuals? How will they meet? And will the call of Mementos seek them out? The future is now in their hands and the new enemy that lives in the depths of the cognitive world they’re set to soon explore.
[attr="class","whatis1"]Yes, we were born to make History
[attr="class","whatis2"]In all honesty, he didn't like being interviewed.
[break][break]Or, more accurately, he didn't like the attention on him. Which was ironic, considering he had dreamed of becoming an Olympic-class figure skater where he'd have to respond to the press all the time. But it was something else entirely with this interview in particular; he couldn't possibly be asked about things like that, so his only other conclusion was that they would ask.. about his history. About damaging the school's reputation with his own selfish acts on his life, about his accident, about the time he spent in the ward drugged up and hazy to keep his thoughts away. They could ask about any of it, or god forbid all of it, and the chances of him trembling with anxiety on screen for the country to see was..
[break][break]His hands reached up to bury into naturally messy strands of noir, nose wrinkled with distaste and in turn slightly arching his glasses to a higher point on his face. As soon as digits had moved up, they fell back down to his side, idly toying with the hem of his blazer. He'd at least dressed nicely for it, so he didn't look like a complete blundering idiot in front of the set and his interviewer.. and, y'know. Japan.
[break][break]Hell, Sumio was already struggling with a headache settling against the front of his skull by the time he even opened the door to the TV station of Asakusa. The lights were just a little bit too bright for his liking right off the bat, but he'd have to suck it up and deal with it--he just wanted to get this thing over with as soon as possible so he could get out of these clothes. There was a urge bubbling in the pit of his stomach rather quickly the longer he replayed possible questions, and his limbs tensed. The urge to defend himself against accusations of any kind regarding his past and life in general, perhaps. It made his blood boil just thinking about it. Why should he even have to?
[break][break]The high schooler had to stop himself short just before he came into contact with the people he'd been told to meet just to calm down again, and he could only retain a slight hope that it wouldn't resurface if his interviewer posed a particular curiosity. Allowing himself to be led to his designated seat, he took caution in sitting down slowly just so his already building exhaustion wouldn't rear its head in public. Back straightened, chin high, and hands pleasantly entangled and resting in his lap while he waited.
[break][break]He'd never felt more fake in his life.
[attr="class","whatis9"]AND HERE IN THE NIGHT, AS I FEEL THE INFERNO, I STARE IN THE DARK THINKING, "WHAT IS ETERNAL?" THE MAN OR THE MOMENT - THE ACT OR THE REASON? THESE THOUGHTS FILL MY HEAD AS I CONTEMPLATE TREASON OF DREAMS I HAVE HAD AND DREAMS I HAVE PONDERED WHEN, LATE IN THE NIGHT, MY MIND, IT WOULD WONDER TO THINGS I HAVE DONE AND THEN QUICKLY REGRETTED WHILE DENYING VICES MY LIFE HAD SELECTED! AND I THINK WHAT I'VE DONE OR HAVE YET TO BEGIN. AND THE MAN I'VE BECOME AND THE MAN THAT I'VE BEEN NOW CAUGHT IN A WALTZ WITH THE ETERNAL DANCE. I'M COURTED BY DEATH, BUT DEATH ISN'T THE ANSWER, I SAY!
[attr="class,"bioentry"]The pink rain was the worst event in her life. It was weird, and it was something she couldn't forget, despite what she had told the others. It was something she wanted to forget but was still plagued with the nightmares of. An inescapable fate, like much else of her life. There wasn't much she was ever going to be able to do about it, but dwelling on it was something she had done for long enough...even if she was still haunted by the daunting nightmares of that time. It shouldn't have been forgotten. It wasn't something that she enjoyed thinking about, but it was a high contributor towards her goals of doing stuff for her family. [break][break]
All of her life she had spent it being bullied by others, but ultimately when the rain fell, it chose her. A single drop splashed on her shoulder, and as she looked up at the sky as the pink descended upon the world below, she knew something was wrong...but feeling it was worse. It stung. Physically stung. She could feel it, every fiber of her being set ablaze by the single droplet of pink that fell on her. She would have thought it was acidic, however, it only touched her shoulder, it missed every other part of her. As she ran forward to get out of the way of the rain, she felt herself fall, and the pain in her legs was more intense. Staring at her body as it disintegrated into nothing was horrifying. A fate she never wanted to face. [break][break]
Eventually, she gave in to the pain and found herself trapped in a void. She knew it wasn't a dream because of the intense pain. In no dream that she'd had before was any pain she experienced even the least bit that intense, and on top of that the terror that she felt, crammed into what had seemed to be a cell was too much for her. [break][break]
She couldn’t find comfort in what she remembered of the experience...and when she was finally released from it, she knew things weren’t the same. The world was different, and she had spent most of her time screaming about it, thrashing, claiming that she wasn’t in the real world...and she knew it was true. She wasn’t in the real world. [break][break]
She was forced to endure three months in the psychiatric ward of a hospital due to her claims and was threatened with being forced to take antipsychotic medication. She never wanted that, she never wanted to be in this position. All that she wanted was answers for what happened to her. Why she was disintegrated and then brought back to the world, why the world was suddenly so different...as if whatever was pulling the strings on her life was gone. [break][break]
She had never meant to be a burden to anyone and yet found that in spite of her demands for answers from the world, that in even asking for them she was causing harm to the people that she cared about, the people that she loved, and even the new people she met that didn’t know her all that well. It was horrendous to her. She never wanted to be that kind of person, and in realizing what she wanted, who she wanted to be, she had made it her goal to make the people around her comfortable, regardless of what she went through. [break][break]
It was time for her to move forward, and in her final month in the psych ward, she did just that. She befriended one of the newer patients, someone that was brought in for a suicide attempt, and she made sure that they knew they weren’t alone...even if they had heard her from the previous way she was acting, during her stint of isolation and demanding that the world wasn’t right. [break][break]
Since that point in her life had passed, she had done a lot to better herself, to make improvements. She started a gaming channel at the TV station that her father worked at, she started working in an idol group, she made a lot more friends, and started to feel better...but still she couldn’t help herself when her mind wandered to that other world she was in...to the pink rain. [break][break]
On a day like any other, she had spent her time in the studio at the Asakusa station, braiding the hair of one of the fellow girls in the idol group she was a part of, peering in whenever she could at the ongoing interview from where she sat in the audience. Of course, the studio wouldn’t ever get a glimpse at where she and the other girls of CHEER! were seated, they wouldn’t ever reveal that more than half of the audience on most days was just filled in with people from the other areas that hadn’t began filming, and for today, after the arduous task of being filmed and doing stunts for about six hours earlier in the day, she was glad to have a spot as an audience member, where cameras wouldn’t grace her face. Especially after the suspicion she had building. [break][break]
She wasn’t a fan of one of the members of her group, but she could tell something was wrong earlier in the day when, while filiming, she completely lost her composure and caused the same scene to be reshot about five times after the producer of the channel had come to visit. It was obvious that the man had made Emiko feel scared. She wasn’t nervous, that was for damn sure, because as soon as he left, she had finally gotten the perfect shot in, and things were back on track...but Aina was sure that Emiko wasn’t okay...and because she wasn’t close to Emiko, she couldn’t ask. Her mind spent a lot of time chasing the possibilities, and as a result, she didn’t much care for what was going on with the upcoming interview...but what did bother her was why he was so familiar to her. She shook her head for a moment and with a sigh finished braiding Tsukiko’s hair, tying it up with a small hair tie..the kind that tended to get caught in her fingers and snapped way too much. After finishing up, she just eased into her chair and stared up at the boy, analyzing his movements. Something was off, and she was certain of it. [break][break]
Nothing good ever came out of the people brought into the studio these days, and she detested that fact. In the past, it was a great place to work...but since the Phantom Thieves had disappeared...the times here had gotten worse. A part of her yearned for their return...even the threat of someone being a potential target for a change of heart had kept people who weren’t stupid on their best behavior, and since their time ended, the studio wasn’t at it’s best...but she couldn’t do a thing about that, and she knew it, all she could do was hope. [break][break]
[attr="class","bioline"]April 4th 19XX
[attr="class","biolyrics"] Life is about getting knocked down over and over, but still getting up each time. If you keep getting up, you win.
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