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Who: Makoto Yuuki & others [closed]
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When: August 15 (Full Moon)
Where: Around the city
What: Makoto's first full moon brings with it some uncomfortable changes.
Warnings: suggestive sexual themes in threads with Fuuka and Iramaat, NSFW in thread with Eren
Prompts in comments!
*** This is for pre-plotted threads, but anyone is welcome to contact me if they would like a thread with Makoto!
When: August 15 (Full Moon)
Where: Around the city
What: Makoto's first full moon brings with it some uncomfortable changes.
Warnings: suggestive sexual themes in threads with Fuuka and Iramaat, NSFW in thread with Eren
Prompts in comments!
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Akira can feel that unfortunate urge rising, the one that encourages him to stir up trouble. He's never been totally good, of course. They even referred to him as a trickster before, but this new biology came with new impulses, and this one is even stronger right now with the pull of the moons.
He's learned not to try to fight it. And, well, this flustered state is a much better look on the vampire than that grouchy scowl.
"Three it is," he echoes in a neutral tone that hides the mischief brewing beneath. If he thinks he's dodged any more counting, that'll be proven wrong once Akira gets to work, collecting flowers and taking inventory of them aloud as he does so.
"Let's see, tulips... one, two, three, four..."
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Makoto grinds his teeth and squints at the stranger's hands as he begins to count the flowers. One two three four tulips. The lilies from earlier! - one two three four five six lilies. Red carnations - is red such a good idea, he wonders, before the thought is cut short by counting. One two three for five six -
"Seven!" he blurts out, flustered, before the attendant finishes his slow count of the red carnations. "Seven. There are seven. Four tulips, six lilies, seven carnations."
He's not going to add more flowers to that bouquet, is he? Makoto gazes at him despondently. Please.
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"You're pretty observant," he comments with a sidelong glance. His expression may remain passive, but there's a hint of a scrunch to his eyes, humor taking hold there. This would be a fine place to let it go, but he wants—
Akira grabs another carnation as if considering an eighth, about to put it with the others... and then puts it back. And then, seemingly reconsidering, picks it up again... and once again sets it down.
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The vampire's patience transitions from humorously thin to aggressively absent. He bares his teeth and throws out his hand, trying to snatch and pin the stranger's hand to the counter the flowers are sitting on.
"So are you," he says, glaring. Is this guy doing this on purpose? Any other time, he'd probably find it hilarious, but right now, craving blood and anxious with guilt, he's not having it.
"Finish the bouquets, Puca," he seethes. Unfortunately, his short stature and emo bangs and sunken-in face probably don't make him very threatening, but maybe his underdeveloped fangs will.
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Getting under their skin is the best part. The glint of pointed teeth only adds to the excitement of the situation. At this point, he's not bothering to hide it, ears twitching forward with interest.
"I need my hand to do that," he points out, voice calm.
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But, the same self-control that made it possible to stop hypnotizing Fuuka earlier manages to wrangle the instinct. Just as quickly, his sneer drops into a sullen, guilty look. He leans away, slowly, and removes his hand. He'd already fed, and yet, his annoyance had coaxed a new craving back to the forefront of his mind. I almost did it again, he thinks to himself, a pang of anxiety striking his heart.
Silently, with his eyes averted, he wonders if it's such a good idea to go home with these bouquets after all. Maybe he can't be trusted around his friends, even after satisfying his needs. He says nothing to the Puca, seemingly trying his hardest to ignore him and let him finish.
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One part obviously wins out. Akira takes his own hand back as he withdraws, heart rate receding to a normal pace. A pang of sympathy hits him at the sight of that guilty look. He definitely took it a step too far.
Giving him the quiet he seems to want, he returns to his work, focused now on arranging the bouquets and wrapping each neatly. When he turns to set them on the counter, there's no counting.
"Akira," he says suddenly as he lays them down. There are no traces of mischief as he takes the money the vampire originally gave him and offers it back. "Not 'Puca.'"
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That's right - these are for his friends, a token of his regret. They're not pointless, as obvious as it is that they won't make things better all on their own. Makoto had discovered the fun in gift-giving after joining SEES, and Fuuka in particular always seemed delighted to get a new plant.
When the attendant speaks, he glances up at him with mild reservation, but his attitude has clearly changed. The vampire part of him wants to snatch his money back and leave, but it's been getting worse at winning those arguments as the day went on. Thankfully.
"I don't want them for free, Akira-san," Makoto says softly, shaking his head. But, he appreciates the implicit apology. He can't be mad at him when he came so close to active aggression. "...Thanks, though. I'm Makoto Yuuki."
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He's also learned a thing or two about compromise despite stubbornness often pushing him in the opposite direction, so he picks out half of the money and leaves it on the counter. He can think of it as Akira buying him a couple of apology bouquets if he needs to. Either way, Makoto is obviously new around here. Even if the Coven is being incredibly generous to the Mirrorbound, it helps to have funds of their own.
"Nice to meet you, Makoto."
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"Are you..." he begins hesitantly, taking the flowers and tucking them into the bend of one elbow, "Are you a Mirrorbound, too?"
It seems like the only explanation for how he's acted so far, considering how the natives generally treated him. Plus... that Japanese name. Only other Mirrorbound have been Japanese thus far.
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"Yeah. I've been here for a few months now," he responds while putting the other half of the money away. As one of the first batch to arrive, he's spent every month both longing for and dreading the possibility of a familiar face. Makoto isn't one, but as he's about to point out, it's nice to see someone with some kind of similarity in their background.
"Are you from Japan, too? Probably not the same one as me, but..."
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"I went to school on Tatsumi Port Island, in Yokohama, before coming here," he says, dancing around where exactly he's from. There's a half dozen cities he's lived in over the past ten years, and none of them really felt like the place he's from.
"...in the year 2009, by the way. Since apparently people here can come from different times, too."
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It doesn't mean they're necessarily from the same reality, though. Even Souji, who had Personas just like him, came from a world (or a time?) where it manifested in a different way than the Metaverse.
"Yours have any weird superpowers?" He did meet someone with a Japanese name from a world like that. It's interesting to hear the differences.
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"Sort of," he says slowly, looking away. Did Personas count as superpowers when they could only be used during the Dark Hour? Not including unfortunate souls like Shinjiro, whose Persona spent the daytime hours trying to go on a rampage. "Even if we technically still had them, I don't think they'd do anything here. The conditions aren't the same, and they're mostly just for killing these monsters called Shadows. I haven't seen a single one of them since coming here."
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It's a pretty general name, isn't it? Even someone without knowledge of the Cwyld might look at the creatures it creates and dub them Shadows. But the first part makes him think that there's more to it than that. That's what his were for too, after all.
"... Is it called a Persona?"
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"Uh... yeah, it is," he says slowly. He doesn't look like he's wary or suspicious - he's just deeply, deeply confused. No possible explanation for this comes to mind. Unless, somehow, what happened with the Fall and SEES had become public knowledge by the year 2016 or something. Or maybe Akira had already met Fuuka or Shinjiro, and they told him?
"How did you know that?"
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It raises even more questions, but one in particular is at the front of his mind: whether Makoto is like he and Souji. They're already established how observant he is, so it shouldn't be too hard to figure it out.
"Because I had them, too," he replies. The shock has faded away into a bright curiosity shining in his eyes.
akira: OH COOL!! makoto: *panic attack*
As far as Makoto knows, there's really only one explanation for this, but it's so horrible that he skips straight over the denial, anger and bargaining. The Fall can't happen again so soon. Humanity can't be yearning for destruction again already. He couldn't have given up everything just for someone - someone who would've been Ken's age at the time! - to be going through the same episode all over again eight years later.
What if his friends are all going through it again, without him there to protect them?
In the very long pause that follows Akira's response, Makoto's face has turned white. He looks like he's been delivered the worst news of his life.
"When are you getting off work?" he asks, his voice completely flat.
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What about that information freaked him out so bad?
"... Soon." Akira stayed to cover, but only for a little while. He plans to be home again before the moons get too high in the night sky. While not averse to risk in the least, that's not one he's willing to take.
Well, in most cases. The need to learn more about this overrides that feeling for now.
"Do you want to meet somewhere?"
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"I need to bring these back," he says, looking down at the flowers. It's an excuse for the real reason, the problem he'd walked into this place with: not trusting himself around others right now. Akira is included in that, especially considering how close he'd come to snapping at him.
He heaves the three bouquets onto one arm so he can reach into his cloak and pull out his pocket watch.
"My user name is 'tatsuya'. Send me a message when you've got time to talk." He looks as if he's about to hurry out, but before he turns away, he adds, "Thanks for the discount."
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The full moon probably isn't the best time for them to discuss this. He has so many questions for Makoto, most of all about why their shared ability made him so uncomfortable, but the vampire probably needs some time to process it himself. Not really the best time to do that when he's experiencing these changes.
"I'll text you," Akira acquiesces after a moment. He needs to get home before it gets too late as well. "No problem."
And with that, he raises a hand in a parting gesture. "Take care."