PROMPT THREE [ While he isn't totally desperate for free food, curiosity is one hell of a thing, and so's the need to get a lay of the land, know how this society runs and all. Besides, it looks like he's going to be sticking around for a while, and there's only one way he'll be able to formulate a plan of action from here on out: knowing as much as he can.
... But also, he hasn't had lunch yet.
So, Yuuto—another ordinary teenager who easily blends in with the rest of the human crowd, messy hair and thick brim of his glasses obscuring some of the unreadable gaze of his face—ends up hovering around the bazaar, hands shoved into his pockets as he leisurely makes his way through. One thing, though: ]
... There's so much... [ There's too much. Yuuto pauses several feet away from a group of booths, staring on thoughtfully. And if anyone should be standing close enough— ] ... Hey—any suggestions on where to start?
PROMPT TWO [ Fighting monstrous beings is nothing new. What is new is that said monstrous beings are as real as, well... reality itself, treated like typical wildlife out in the world rather than a product of a warped cognition residing in a dimension separate from human society. In other words, they pose a threat to the public at large.
Correction, they're currently being a threat to the public at large.
It's lovely day outside, which is all that's needed for another giant bird-dinosaur-thing attack, apparently. Maybe you're out on the streets, and one of the creatures is diving down, ready to snatch you up in a matter of seconds—or perhaps you're perfectly capable of handling the damn thing for yourself, but sorry dude, you superpowered fighting types being common is a new and weird concept, okay—but no matter which applies, one thing happens for sure.
Before the flying monster could cause any potential harm to anyone, something interferes in a quick blur with a harsh strike to its head midair, causing the monster to hit the streets below with a crash. Its attacker hovers in the air long enough to catch a glimpse—something nearly humanoid in stature at a glance, but it's clearly no person, made even more evident as it flaps its own wide wings before it vanishes entirely, as if it were never there.
How mysterious.
The monster twitches upon the streetway in a desperate attempt to regain its bearings, refusing to give up the fight just yet. That's when a red gloved hand tugs your arm in the opposite direction; said hand belongs to a figure dressed entirely in black, long, flowing coat and white masquerade mask giving the impression the attire is more of a costume than everyday wear. Nonetheless, its wearer is as solemn and serious as the situation warrants. ]
Let's go. [ He cants his head aside, tone commanding. ] There's a few more of 'em coming.
[ Run to safety? Or does he just not know you're up for a fight? ]
(INSERT WILDCARD JOKE) [ ... Which is to say, if neither of the prompts above suit your fancy, feel free to hit me up with something new, tweak them to your liking, etc. I'm easy, friends.
As for Prijata stuff, uh. This guy already accepts all sorts of weird gifts from his friends in canon, so as long as it's something a little meaningful or could have some kind of memory attached to it, chances are he'll happily accept it. Being a potential new guy, I wouldn't expect characters to really know what he'd want/need, anyway :'> ]
protagonist/yuuto kurohane • persona 5
[ While he isn't totally desperate for free food, curiosity is one hell of a thing, and so's the need to get a lay of the land, know how this society runs and all. Besides, it looks like he's going to be sticking around for a while, and there's only one way he'll be able to formulate a plan of action from here on out: knowing as much as he can.
... But also, he hasn't had lunch yet.
So, Yuuto—another ordinary teenager who easily blends in with the rest of the human crowd, messy hair and thick brim of his glasses obscuring some of the unreadable gaze of his face—ends up hovering around the bazaar, hands shoved into his pockets as he leisurely makes his way through. One thing, though: ]
... There's so much... [ There's too much. Yuuto pauses several feet away from a group of booths, staring on thoughtfully. And if anyone should be standing close enough— ] ... Hey—any suggestions on where to start?
PROMPT TWO
[ Fighting monstrous beings is nothing new. What is new is that said monstrous beings are as real as, well... reality itself, treated like typical wildlife out in the world rather than a product of a warped cognition residing in a dimension separate from human society. In other words, they pose a threat to the public at large.
Correction, they're currently being a threat to the public at large.
It's lovely day outside, which is all that's needed for another giant bird-dinosaur-thing attack, apparently. Maybe you're out on the streets, and one of the creatures is diving down, ready to snatch you up in a matter of seconds—or perhaps you're perfectly capable of handling the damn thing for yourself, but sorry dude, you superpowered fighting types being common is a new and weird concept, okay—but no matter which applies, one thing happens for sure.
Before the flying monster could cause any potential harm to anyone, something interferes in a quick blur with a harsh strike to its head midair, causing the monster to hit the streets below with a crash. Its attacker hovers in the air long enough to catch a glimpse—something nearly humanoid in stature at a glance, but it's clearly no person, made even more evident as it flaps its own wide wings before it vanishes entirely, as if it were never there.
How mysterious.
The monster twitches upon the streetway in a desperate attempt to regain its bearings, refusing to give up the fight just yet. That's when a red gloved hand tugs your arm in the opposite direction; said hand belongs to a figure dressed entirely in black, long, flowing coat and white masquerade mask giving the impression the attire is more of a costume than everyday wear. Nonetheless, its wearer is as solemn and serious as the situation warrants. ]
Let's go. [ He cants his head aside, tone commanding. ] There's a few more of 'em coming.
[ Run to safety? Or does he just not know you're up for a fight? ]
(INSERT WILDCARD JOKE)
[ ... Which is to say, if neither of the prompts above suit your fancy, feel free to hit me up with something new, tweak them to your liking, etc. I'm easy, friends.
As for Prijata stuff, uh. This guy already accepts all sorts of weird gifts from his friends in canon, so as long as it's something a little meaningful or could have some kind of memory attached to it, chances are he'll happily accept it. Being a potential new guy, I wouldn't expect characters to really know what he'd want/need, anyway :'> ]