maskormenacelogs | Pursue Your True Self

WHO: Adachi, Shadow Adachi, and yoooooooou
WHERE: Heropa
WHEN: During the Shadow portion of the event
WHAT: Adachi thought he was good when it came to this shadow of the true self crap. He thought wrong.
WARNINGS: Mentions of murder, some very, very misogynistic and misanthropic talk. Adachi didn't used to be nice.

[Close to Iris and/or Bart]
To say that Adachi had panicked when he saw the fog outside was a slight understatement. He had gone through the house, closing every window and making sure every door was sealed tight, before cancelling any appointments and jobs he had and diving under the covers of his bed -- because let's face it, that was the smart thing to do when you knew what was coming: yeet yourself into the nearest hiding place and hope that it passes, right?

Besides, this had to be a trick; he had accepted himself, right? There was no way he should have been able to see the fog anymore, right? That was totally how that worked, right?!

A little worm of doubt wriggled into his head, whispering about how things hadn't really changed just because he was behaving himself. He was, and would always be, nothing more than a criminal... nothing more than Empty...

Adachi let out a whimper, and all anyone outside of his blanket "fortress" would be able to see what a quivering lump, with Riza at the foot of the bed, looking like she was ready to pounce on said lump.

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As much as Adachi wanted to hide until the fog was gone, part of him acknowledged that he needed to confront whatever was out there. Because he knew something was out there, could feel it in his very bones, and as much as it terrified him to have to confront it, he knew he needed to. Who else was going to deal with his issues, after all? The clown guy? Goro-kun? Yusuke-kun? Yeah, no.

So that was why Adachi was carefully patrolling Heropa, his gun out and held tight, ready to lift and point it the second he felt something out of place.

[Wildcard]
[ Feel free to post your own prompt, and let me know if you want to confront Shadow Adachi separately. ]

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Being pretty true to himself, Loki hasn't had any real issues with a personal shadow, but he has seem some others. He's warily out and about, mostly keeping an eye out for people in trouble since there appeared to be a lot of strange things going on. His own gun is holstered but his hand hovers near it, just in case.

Maybe Adachi hears the sound of his approach before he's seen.

Adachi's gun arm swung around the moment he heard something coming up behind him, and he nearly sagged in relief when the source of the noise looked nothing like him.

"S-sorry..." he muttered as he let his gun arm drop, never mind he hadn't had his finger on the trigger of the gun, resting along the barrel for this exact reason. He was a twitchy, nervous wreck and he knew it.

Loki held up a hand defensively when he briefly saw the gun aimed in his direction.

"Whoa... Fuck, are you okay? He asked as he recognised the other man.

Adachi let out a pained noise, waving at the fog around them with his free hand, before running it through his hair.

"S-sorry, man, I just..." he began, before he let out a sigh. "I know what this is, what this fog is. It's kinda freaking me out."

"It's... fog. It's just fog. Isn't it?" He's clearly confused by what Adachi may mean.

Adachi took in a deep breath, before letting it out slow, a bit of maybe slightly insane laughter escaping with it.

"I wish it was just fog."

"You're going to have to explain," David presses carefully for information. That laugh was a bit concerning.

Adachi let out a breath, sagging slightly.

"Well... you know how we always got a part of ourselves that we keep hidden? Something about ourselves that we don't want others to see?"

David nods.

"Not usually a good part. The private face."

[ Fog in Heropa, Florida is certainly unusual, even to Haru. She's grown accustomed to bright, clear skies and the occasional downpour of rain when the current sweeps closer to the coast and leftovers from hurricane season, but not fog. That's something she hasn't witnessed since early spring or late winter back home, although the fog had always been thin.

This is beyond anything she's stepped into before. It's not an easy venture out for some cat food and litter, but she had to make the trip.

As she crosses the street, she thinks she can see a figure cutting a silhouette against the grey, but it's only until she gets close enough she recognizes them. She stills immediately spotting the drawn gun, her heart skipping a beat. ]

Adachi-san? What are you doing?

[ Adachi nearly jumped at the familiar voice, fumbling to stick his gun back into his holster, so as not to bother Haru with it. She was soft and fluffy; he didn't want to alarm her by having his gun out, like he was irresponsible with it. Which he wasn't! He totally wasn't! ]

[ ...he was just scared out of his mind. It was fine. ]

Okamura-san! S-sorry, everything's fine here... how are you?

[ ...that was the most unconvincing thing ever. ]

What?

[ Definitely unconvincing.

And as Haru had a weapon almost pointed at her, she remains guarded, keeping a polite distance from Adachi initially. She's had guns and other weapons pointed at her in the Cognitive World, but in reality?

Well, the heavy, cold metal frightens her easily. ]

... erm, to be honest, now I'm concerned.

[ Adachi attempted a shaky smile, but failed miserably. After a moment, he let out a heavy sigh, sagging slightly where he stood. ]

Okumura-san... you can see this fog, can you?

[ Please don't see the fog, please don't see the fog... ]

Huh? Well, of course.

[ Is he feeling well? There's a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. ]

It's hard to make out much in this fog.

[ Great. Great great great great, just great. This is bad. This is so bad. He didn't want to think about what this was going to do for existing Persona users, because he was fairly sure the rules were completely out the window, just because of where they were at. ]

Okay. Okay. This is fine. We just need to get right outta here. Like, two minutes ago.

[ That's only going to further set Haru into a panic. The plastic bag crinkles in her hand as her fingers tighten around the handle. Her heart begins to race. ]

What? What's going on?

The weather was miserable. Another sign of reality falling apart, Iris supposed, as she stepped into their bedroom. Between the walking undead and the mysterious ghost train, she wished she could've just slept the whole week away. The whole month, really, from how often her staff had been sending her terrible news.

She had done the second-best: work from home and edit articles to be posted online. But as she had watched Tohru close every window and door, she had realized something was off. He was acting paranoid, and not about the undead sauntering around town.

So she slid into bed, giving Riza a smile as she gave the lump a quiet poke. "Hey. Got room for one more under there?"

Riza sat down as Iris did so, looking up and wagging her tail, like she was the one that found something absolutely amazing. It was a moment before Adachi lifted the covers enough to show his head, at least a little.

"Depends; are you a fellow chicken?" he asked, making a half-hearted attempt at a joke.

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