Yu Narukami, Ella, [color=955555]Mitsuru[/color] ,Cadolbolg, [color=00c863]Devon[/color] and [color=365D60]Garm[/color].
Location: Personaverse | Shadow Operative Building, Top Floor elevator | Tatsumi Port Island, Japan
Shrugging, Yu felt that his practice had weakened from the time he fought in the P4 Tournament. Practicing Persona use in real life is extremely hard, even if you can summon the Persona in the real world it would take a huge toll on both body and mind. Remembering the time he revealing Izanagi as an example in the meeting, it did take a large amount of energy, nothing too large, but Yu felt like he needed some sleep first and possibly something to eat.
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I might get some sleep before dawn then ... I would have liked to train more, but if you are tired on the field you would become pretty useless." Yu's eyes spoke with a lack of energy, he was really hungry. "
I might be able to tackle the mega beef bo-" Yu was about to say but his stomach retaliated with resistance, it wasn't that hungry. Next topic up for debate in the mind of Yu Narukami was ... where his room was, even if he was in this building for a week the map still had not burned into his mind.
Sighing mentally he pressed the button to one of the sleeping floors, hoping that it may contain his room. Remembering that he had a keycard, the protagonist pulled it out and remembered his room. It was on the floor he had pressed for and was the number of "178" was on the card.
Forces of his nature.
Doctor S/Wanderer, Annie and Deadshot.
Location: Personaverse | Shadow Zone | Abandoned Warehouse.
After gaining his pistol from the jumpsuit wearing Deadshot, the Wanderer flicked the gun easily and it placed perfectly in his palm. In a instant the mutated wasteland-born human had pointed the gun on the assassin and jumped back several feet. His trigger finger just itching to pull it, yet gripped it with a finger covered in a sweat. This sensation reminds him of the first time he got his hand on a real gun whilst escaping Vault 101, shooting the first guard was hard but he had the skill ever since his father had granted him a BB Gun on his tenth birthday.
Hearing the Assassin demand that he would shoot him and take his life and shortly insulted him made the Wanderer half pull the trigger, but not ultimately do the deed. Next thing that came was Deadshot walking up the stairs in a defenseless state, not even wanting to defend himself from the now mad and conflicted Doctor. His duty called to the side of mercy and justice, right until the words of his Regulator comrade called to him.
Sonora Cruz (Leader of the Regulator group) said:
"We're the Regulators. We've dedicated our lives to bringing the evil to justice. And out in the Wasteland, there's only one brand of justice: the gun."
It said to kill him but the keyword in the speech was "Wasteland", this was not the Wasteland, this was an untouched world that has not been touched by the nuclear fires of war. Killing was something less here, people took bad people to prisons and educated them or locked them up. Killing served less of a purpose. Yet this is someone who has spend his whole life in the deserted Wastelands of America, where killing was custom and nothing new.
Even so, the insanity, the beast of the Wanderer called to him his mystic words that only his mind could read.
It was almost even too cryptic for the host to read, driving him almost to a whole new level of this insanity. He could control it in bursts, but if it fully got out. A dark karma-ed killer will break free and cause unknown destruction to not only his world, but multiple worlds. (
"Free me, we will kill, we will kill all. Freeing them from the pain of the world. You of all people know how that feels.") It sounded not insane, but completely sane and the sanest of anyone he has met.
But ... that was his dark side. Persuading him to do something that he should never do.
Being the Alpha and Omega of his world was a hard job. He had to kill and he had to help to bring balance to the uncivilized and dangerous world of Wasteland America. Yet out of all of this, he had killed many people, but mostly he had helped many, many people, many groups to help that Wasteland country. Carrying it to a better tomorrow.
These two forces were pulling him apart.
His insanity was one of the powers that aided him to help others.
And his sanity was the one who could access skills that can help many.
Killer and Helper.
These two sides were needed for the Lone Wanderer, yet the radiation and perks he had gained has changed his body in more then one way. Sure he may look human but his insides would look entirely different to a Scientist's point of view.
The most unexpected thing had happened, his Pip-Boy crackled to life and played a simple song.
The song that he heard when he hid by the fires of his camp, to keep himself warm.
He had heard this song from the younger days of his survival to the days to where he had to lead many groups to victory.
To many it was a song, to him it was the voice of the Wasteland, his Wasteland.
This spoke to him, he did not want to hurt these people, yet he had a duty to kill them if they caused any evil.
Not wanting to do both, the cold sweat of the Wanderer's hands trembled and shook. If the two looked behind them as they went up the stairs, they could only see a shaking, terrified Wanderer which could only resemble his younger self. The first self that stepped outside the vault to find his father.
The most unexpected happened and the gun trigger was not pulled, but it was lifted higher and turned towards it's owner.
The Good Doctor held that gun to his head, wanting to end it all. The killing, the helping, the good and the evil. The trigger of the gun also trembled, as if it did not want to kill it's owner. Darkness, shadows where the things that the Wanderer could see, either his own mind was doing this or it was the world ... but he did not know that.
The trigger was slowly being pulled as if the insanity controlled the arm. It wanted to die, dying would be the best thing that could happen, it wanted this. Before the last movement of the trigger was pulled, voices, voices poured into the head of the Wanderer, no, Shawn was his real name and they responded to him as if this was a emergency process.
"Revelation 21:6. I am Alpha and Omega. The beginning... and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life, freely."
"You're a good person, and it shows"
His Father said.
"Make no mistake; your father would be proud of what you have done."
Said Star Paladin Cross.
"Tis better to be alone, then of bad company."
"That crazy kid from Vault 101... "
And they carried on an on, until the first beads of not sweat ... but tears trickled down the cheeks of the now healed Wanderer. Lowering the gun down, it disappeared into nothing, just like the sweat, blood and tears of Shawn. The song still played as Shawn began to play his part as the Lone Wanderer again. Placing upon his helmet with the song still playing, the music died out as the Wanderer began to climb the stairs with these accomplices.
Sanity had won for now, but how much longer until his own shadow claims him.
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... "
The Wanderer would now not talk, he would not respond, he just continued down his lonely path.
